I start my week with saturday, when due to an interesting turn of events (Yes Dylan, you were right) Stefan, Mike, Dylan and I decided to hike to the summit of Mount Massive. and Massive it was!!! Through rocks and slippery sand, and some actually even trails, we trekked our way to the top. I should add we started this venture at about 8 am, well, the hiking venture at least. We were out of the house by 4:30am. Anyway, my body, being in the AMAZING shape that it is in (sarcasm) decided to say "fuck you" about an hour's hike from the top. I quit at about 11:30. You know that dizzy feeling you get when you stand up too fast? That's never a good feeling after taking only 20 steps up an uneven trail that actually requires some balance or you fall down a mountain. Hence, "fuck you"
Well, that was saturday. Now, I'm going to sound like a complete whiner here, but Sunday and Monday were simply boring after that. Being Labor day weekend, work was closed, and they were very lazy days. Then tuesday was school, then...dun dun dun.... WEDNESDAY
Well, Crystel had asked me to come in at 6:30 this morning, so I did. Little did I know that Becki would ask me to close as well, with me not leaving until about 6:45 that night. Yeah, I know. 12 hours isn't a huge deal in today's society, when 10-12 hours seems to be a norm, but mind you, this was with 2 year olds! I love these children dearly, but 17 of them are rough on the mind....
So now, here I am, my body again saying it's version of "fuck you" only this is the far more milder version then the one it gave me on the mountain. this is more like "F*** you". It just implies pain.
Homework? Not a chance. I know what I'm doing on the bus tomorrow.
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