working for the weekend

It's going to be a good week.  I really hope it is.  I'm working tonight from like 4 to 9 because I like Matt and he wanted an evening off.  I get to see Graham this week too, maybe twice, if Matt likes me as much as I like him and covers my shift on Friday so I can head to the coast.  Graham's hit four home runs in six games and I've missed every single one.  Makes me feel like crap for not being there.  At least it doesn't bother him all that much.  After that is just more work, Wednesday maybe, Thursday, Friday maybe, Saturday and Sunday of course.  My summer school job starts a week from today.  I'm not all that nervous, but I will be pretty soon I'm sure.  Teaching 5 year olds how to make cookies won't be so bad.  It's the 13 year olds and the fact that they're probably better than me already that scares me.  I'll survive.  For $2200 in six weeks, I'll survive.

My 21st is coming up at the end of the month.  I'm not all that terribly pumped.  I mean, it's exciting because my dad's buying me a bluetooth for my cell phone and my mom might get me an iPod, but other than that, eh it's just another birthday.  It might be because I have to teach class the next morning, and Graham won't be here.  Neither will Erica.  I'm going to try to head to the coast that day, too, because Graham has a game and that sounds fun.  You should come with me.  We'll make a party out of it.  Hooray.