Ok. Introductions. My name is Abraham Falcon and this is the first post of what some call "the writer's challenge." Basically, that is where you have to make 90 blog entries in 90 days. If you miss a day, you have to start over. I'm mostly doing this to improve my writing skills (which really do need improvement).
Today was one of those days that got better as the day went on, I guess. I really had trouble waking up at 8 o'clock in the morning due to the fact that I only got 3 hours of sleep (college life =/= high school). Here's the order of my first 1 minute of consciousness:
1. Jump off my bed.
2. The pants. They went on.
3. The jacket. Armor get.
4. The backpack. Over my shoulders and on my back.
5. It's go time! Off to my Japanese class.
I got there just in time. Ishiyama (my japanese professor. more details about him later) started the class the second I sat down in my seat. I won't bore you about what happened in class, so let's get on to the part where I start my (almost) daily shifts at woodworth (Woodworth is an all girls dormitory. It has a dining hall where I work at.).
I have to admit, work is pretty boring most of the time. This was one of those times. I was catching myself drift from time to time. So, in order to keep myself from falling asleep, I started to flirt with some of the costumers (heh, all girls dorm). Don't worry, I make sure not to offend people XD
So after a while, Stella comes in. Stella is one of the full time employees at Woodworth and always works at the Italian section of the dining hall called Dellacasa. Remember these terms guys.
Woodworth - all girls dorm. Has one of the best dining halls on campus.
Dellacasa - The place in Woodworth that serves spaghetti, lasagna, pizza, and pasta.
Stella - She is a full time employee that works in Dellacasa.
Got it? Good, I'll be using these alot.
Ok, so Stella comes in and says "Abraham, why aren't you making pizzas?" I turn to her and say "I don't know, I'm lazy?" (Fun time with the customers goes bye bye D:) Stella is always telling me to make pizzas. I really don't mind actually. I'm the only one she really trusts when making pizzas. Not because everyone else can't use the oven, but because she thinks I make the best pizzas. She always compliments me on my pizzas saying they look nice or they look delicious. It's kind of embarrassing..
Shift ends at 12:30pm.......... Skipping all the way to about 8:30pm. Seriously, nothing interesting happened in between that gap. (Boring lecture, consumption of vegetables, the washing of dishes, internet research, etc.)
I was in the library talking to Jim about our plans to go to Ihop since it was free pancake day. He told me to call Sam so that I could get a ride as she had stated the previous day that she would drive me there. Well, it turns out that Sam had already eaten and wasn't hungry. She was still willing to drive me but I figured that it was pointless for her to drive me if she wasn't going to stick around so I called Jim (That bastard was in the restroom at the time so I had to try three times). I asked him if his gf would take me with them instead.
Meanwhile..... at Ihop.
It was packed. There were no parking spaces available. Luckily, there was a Super 8 nearby that did have parking spaces available. There were no complaints about the walk to the Ihop, but we did have to climb a hill of snow (which left my socks wet later).
So we walk into Ihop and "NASTY DANCER!" Yes, this is college. People like that are common here (that was an actual name someone used for their waiting group at Ihop). Not gonna lie, but waiting to be seated was the best part about being at Ihop that day. There were so many people I recognized, that I had to keep turning and going like "Hey. What's up?" "Dude, how's it going?" "Holy shit, I know you!"
Once we got seated, everyone got real quiet. It's like we had this secret mindset of having a formal dinner. The pancakes were awesome by the way. AND FREE! Yeppers. I think we all left on a happy, full stomach.
On the way back, we listened to Linkin Park, which used to be one of my favorite bands. To be honest, I kind of 'outgrew' them just like a lot of other bands I used to listen to in high school. I guess it's just part of moving on to better, more mature stuff.
So now the time is a little after after 11pm. I will begin this blog in 45 minutes.
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