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... Tedward didn't make it through the night. >: And so I spent the morning and work in WOE because he was the cutest little thing ever and it happened so fast and there was nothing I could doooo.
But I had to get more crickets today for Liz, so after work I stopped at Petland. And uh well.
Meet Wade!
Also, thanks to people being nice (sans the one bitch from the other day who I posted about in customers_suck), and LUCK, because I honestly rarely get tips, and probably in my work so far have only made like ... maybe a whopping $15 in all in tips (IN ALL I have been working for a few months now). But thanks to the couple of extra I have gotten in the last couple of days, nice people funded my Starbucks addiction. I tried a Caramel Macchiato yesterday, which was delicious. And today I tried the Iced Vanilla Latte, which was good, but not as good as the former. I usually always get Caramel Frappuchinos there, but recently I've been like ... let me try something new the next few times I come in here. And so I did.
On the subject of work (which I have mentioned, I have been working at Grease lately. Even though the Marquis IS getting a seasonal Christmas thing before 9 to 5. So hopefully Lulu will rope me back over there. E-even though sob sob won't be the same), there's something I noticed about the final number every performance. I do love Derek and Ashley and I think they do fabulous jobs, and they do! Like. In every song! But there is something about the last number that ... lacks? I don't know how to describe it right! But the orchestra is so powerful and they HAVE the powerful voices, but it just doesn't seem to come through on par with the score for the one song.
And I have to go back in an hour again, except I. Should be off because I was on this afternoon, yay. I love being on for the mats and off for the night shows. It means I can come home early, dive into my PJs and just be a bum all night.
And otherwise, I have a couple of pictures from yesterday and today. (Note to self. Remember not to forget your camera when you go out. DUMB ASS.)
Okay so my cat weighs around 13-15 pounds. And my mom calls him Turkey Lurkey. And. My grandma had this scale that I kept to do things like weigh things to mail out and occasionaly weigh the pets. Recently I realised the outlines of ... pictures for each weight section. And I showed mom and there were much luls.
My macchiato had some funky cool ice.
We tossed a bunch of things in this basket the other night, so this morning I HEAR SOMETHING and turn around and. Kittybuns. Since the basket is on the dresser, when he tries to get OUT he always winds up knocking the thing over and almost falling off the dresser. He's so graceful.
Nom nom delicious crickets.
Wade and Liz, who is like "who the hell is this new bitch!!1"
But I had to get more crickets today for Liz, so after work I stopped at Petland. And uh well.
Meet Wade!
Also, thanks to people being nice (sans the one bitch from the other day who I posted about in customers_suck), and LUCK, because I honestly rarely get tips, and probably in my work so far have only made like ... maybe a whopping $15 in all in tips (IN ALL I have been working for a few months now). But thanks to the couple of extra I have gotten in the last couple of days, nice people funded my Starbucks addiction. I tried a Caramel Macchiato yesterday, which was delicious. And today I tried the Iced Vanilla Latte, which was good, but not as good as the former. I usually always get Caramel Frappuchinos there, but recently I've been like ... let me try something new the next few times I come in here. And so I did.
On the subject of work (which I have mentioned, I have been working at Grease lately. Even though the Marquis IS getting a seasonal Christmas thing before 9 to 5. So hopefully Lulu will rope me back over there. E-even though sob sob won't be the same), there's something I noticed about the final number every performance. I do love Derek and Ashley and I think they do fabulous jobs, and they do! Like. In every song! But there is something about the last number that ... lacks? I don't know how to describe it right! But the orchestra is so powerful and they HAVE the powerful voices, but it just doesn't seem to come through on par with the score for the one song.
And I have to go back in an hour again, except I. Should be off because I was on this afternoon, yay. I love being on for the mats and off for the night shows. It means I can come home early, dive into my PJs and just be a bum all night.
And otherwise, I have a couple of pictures from yesterday and today. (Note to self. Remember not to forget your camera when you go out. DUMB ASS.)
Okay so my cat weighs around 13-15 pounds. And my mom calls him Turkey Lurkey. And. My grandma had this scale that I kept to do things like weigh things to mail out and occasionaly weigh the pets. Recently I realised the outlines of ... pictures for each weight section. And I showed mom and there were much luls.
My macchiato had some funky cool ice.
We tossed a bunch of things in this basket the other night, so this morning I HEAR SOMETHING and turn around and. Kittybuns. Since the basket is on the dresser, when he tries to get OUT he always winds up knocking the thing over and almost falling off the dresser. He's so graceful.
Nom nom delicious crickets.
Wade and Liz, who is like "who the hell is this new bitch!!1"
