here we go, theres nothing left to lose.

i'm sure you were on the edge of your seat waiting, so I wont hold the suspense any longer. but yeah, I'm sick. it wasnt just the rum talking, sadly. that's okay though.

I'm sooooooooooooooo tired. Part of me thinks I should stay awake because I have to open the store tomorrow at 6, so I can go to sleep early tonight if I make myself suffer now. But apart of me really doesnt care because tomorrow  is future Stacey and she can deal with it tomorrow.

The people from my moms worked called like 5 minutes ago, thus is what woke me up for the 2nd time this morning. They want me to come in next Friday for an interview?? I suck at interviews because I'm known for doing the whole playing with hair, not making eye contact, biting my nails, moving back and forth, and talking in sentences that don't make sense thing..when Im nervous or even when I'm calm actually. EVEN THOUGH, I took an interviewing course at school and uh I got 10.5/15 on my final interview. Wait, that's all? Is that good? So really, theres a 10/15 chance that I'm going to get this job? Haha I dont think that makes sense, but it's my blog so if I dont wanna make sense, Im not going to.

also, I'm really wondering how many people my mom had to hold a gun up to their head in order for me to get this. But, whatever. Everyone who is someone got there because they knew someone. So I'm sorry for using my connections. But yeah, I really want to work there. They promised me I could once I was in school. I'm sure they didnt expect me actually to go to school and go through with it, but whatever. time to pay up bitches.