(you cast a spell on me, spell on me. you hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me. and i decided you look well on me, well on me. so let's go somewhere else where no one else can see you and me. turn the lights out now. now i take you by the hand. hand you another drink. drink it if you can. can you spend a little time? time is slipping away, away from us so stay, stay with me i can make, make you glad you came. ~THE WANTED)

hey, guys. i haven't been blogging like i should have been. i'm sorry, guys. i've just been real busy, especially the past couple weeks. i worked more than fifty hours in the past two weeks together.... i worked every day this past week (yes, including thanksgiving), and today is my first day off.
i celebrated thanksgiving three days in a row. tuesday night, i celebrated with ashley and michael because michael had to work on thursday... we had a pot lock on wednesday, and there was a shit ton of food (i made awesome chocolate chip cookies, by the way. mmhmm.). and thursday, we had pizza at work and i celebrated with the family. ashley came over for a few hours and i went to her house for an hour or two afterward. it was an amazing thanksgiving.
then i worked yesterday, and we were soooo dead that i got to leave an hour early. it was insane. but i liked it because i worked hard the rest of the week.
i tried to text laura and say that i was sorry (for what, i have no idea, because for what i know, i didn't do anything wrong to begin with), and we ended up having a fight. like, seriously? for all i know, i did nothing wrong (at least, to have us stop talking - she said that she thought we were acquantances, and we'd talk for ten seconds and that was that...), and she was like, yeah, well, i thought we weren't friends and just acquantances, and we'd leave it at that. but i said i was just saying that i was sorry and maybe we could be friends? she basically said that she didn't want to be friends anymore and that i could screw off. yeah, okay. i'm being the bigger person and saying that i am sorry, and you can't even accept it. cool.
anyways.
my dad is trying to get me to go back to school because he wants me back in school. okay, well, dad, i don't know if school is the right thing for me. maybe i just want to keep doing what i am doing right now, and if school is something that i want to go back to, then okay. but don't be spending your money on my deciding whether i want to stay in school or not.
and the fact that my parents want me to do things because they want me to do them is fricking ridiculous. dude, if i am not willing or ready to do whatever it is you want me to do it, then don't force me to do it. i will get to it when i am ready for it. but, i guess they just want the best for me. even though what they are trying to do is kind of messed up, because they want me to do what they want me to do. and i don't know if i want to do that.
okay, i am done complaining.
i love my new job (my job that i've been at for about three months now). generally, people there are nice. i love the atmosphere, the people, the emotional climate, everything. it's great. definately more positive than working at the hell hole that i worked at before. i enjoy it, and i don't have to put on a mask. they know me better than anyone did at burger king (except for ashley, who knows me better than anyone at all). they know the real me. or as real as i want to get with them.
okay, well, i am going to sign off, because i have stuff to do. i <3 ya guys. have a good night.
~Charly