Official Spring Break: Day Ten

Passover is over! Hah! Try and smite me now, God! *eats a cookie*
So yesterday I was at my dad's, and we went to Dairy Queen for an Easter Sunday icecream. It was really fun. My dad is a funny man, and makes me laugh till my stomach hurts. We sat at the table, me hungrily wolfing down my Peanut Buster Parfait, my dad telling hilarious jokes, and my sister eating a Blizzard and wiping ice cream of my dad's chin. I swear, we could have been filmed for one of those "happy feeling" commercials.
I was kinda pissed though. It was around 7 'o clock, and there was a man complaining about his burgers, which obviously had been made incorrectly. The lady who served us, an incredibly polite and hard-working teenage girl, was also helping him. She took his order again and went back to the kitchen to fix it. She was probably going as fast as she could, and still this asshole guy was ragging on about how long it was taking. "Fuck, I'm an idiot, why did I let her take my fucking burgers?" he said, and quite loudly too. When the girl returned, she was most appologetic, and asked if he needed anything else. He said "Yeah, I'm fine, now piss off." The girl sort of winced and walked stiffly away. I wanted to get up and dump my ice cream on his head and say "Listen, pal, this fine young lady has probably had to deal with assholes like you all day, and on Easter Sunday. Why don't you go home and make your own fucking burgers if you're so damn picky?" I really wanted to, but A) he was bigger than me and probably would have punched me into next week, and B) that would have been a waste of perfectly good ice cream. So I sincerely hope he gets food poisoning.
Oh my God...school tomorrow. That sounds so weird. I should probably go and get all my stuff ready, not to mention do all that homework I conveniently forgot about. Hehehe...damn it.

Grrrr! Baru! I called you but you were "at work". More like "zooming through the glaxy in an uber cool spaceship"! Don't think I don't know. Anyway, email me or something, because I need to get Bitchfest 2004 organized. Yes, you read correctly. Bitchfest. As in you, me, and Sarah Estrin if she can make it. And next time, maybe you should be considerate and invite me to the spaceship as well. Meanie.

It is...12:41 am. Spring Break officially ended 41 minutes ago, but I'm clinging to it. Yeah, it was lame, but at least I got tonnes of sleep. And sleep is always good. So I should go and do my homework and get all of my stuff ready for tomorrow, but damn, solitaire is addictive.
So I think tomorrow is definitely going to be a "Hidey Hole" kinda day. Stupid stupidness. Crap, I hope I didn't have any social homework. If I did, I am screwed. My mark absolutely plummeted. Getting an A+ is easy. Maintaining it is down right hard. I am growing more and more indifferent to my mark and less and less tolerant of the people around me. But I shall have to see what happens. I'll probably start in a good mood, and get more snappy and bitchy towards the end of the day. As per usual.

My, my. What total assholes some people can be.