at work on cheap tuesdays, i generally put dibs on dispatch (cutting the pizzas) so that i can avoid angry customers. kylie asked me around how many pizzas i cut a night and i couldn't really give her an estimation, so she told me to count. unfortunately, another girl who also likes to be on dispatch was there before me and i had to serve and answer phones.
later on in the night, however, i did cut a few pizzas. eight to be exact. not exactly accurate, but that's okay.
i ended up with a really bad stomach ache at around 7pm while working and i couldn't bring myself to go home early (i would have felt guilty leaving). despite the pains, i managed to eat two pieces of a stuff up pizza that was my mistake. it probably didn't help. so i've had pizza two nights in a row. disgusting.
i can't remember much about school except for the fact that i did no work whatsoever. literally. in any class. oh my god i'm going to fail everything and i am 100% okay with that. i give up on school forever. caitlin is going to punch me for this...
oh, we did watch my grade competing for high jump. it's insane that people can jump over things that are higher than themselves. i have never been able to do high jump, even in primary school when it was about 80cm high.
heaven's not a place that you go when you die, it's that moment in life when you actually feel alive.
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