Bad day...

Turned awesome. I really thought this day was going to be shite. I talked with Nate this morn. Began crying. For no real reason. I think I just am missing him too much. Then I skipped Math. Went to Dave's took my photos for class. Then rushed around like chicken with head cut off trying to find the stupid three hour photo place. 14 mile and Coolidge. I am a freaking retard, I drove around forever looking for it. Finally found it, after crying a good two times out of frustration. Called work and told them I blew a tire, because I was going to be late. Forty minutes. Good-God am I glad my supervisor and manager like me at work. They then asked me to do a different job today. America West and U.S. Airlines are merging. There was a celebration. They had me go upstairs (in my street clothes, so weird) and pass out juice and donuts to passengers. Did that for about three hours. Though one hour of it (which I hadn't intended on making it an hour) I went down to get food. Behind the America West ticket counter there was *free* KFC, cake, and ice cream. Went down, ate, was merry, etc. Someone asked me what I did, if I was new and a bunch of other shite. Then one guy says: "Three questions; Are you at least eighteen years old? Do you have reliable transportation? And can you work any hours?" "Yes, yes, no. School." "Damn, everyone is going to school." "Can I ask why you were inquiring?" "We need people." -So then I begin to tell him that I only go to school in the morning and early afternoon. The job is a gate agent. 26 hrs/week, 8.57/hr, Flight benefits, and early morning hours. Working either 4.30 - 8.30 or 5 - 9. Yes, in the morning. I could deal. Hell, I adjusted to this schedule. Never thought that'd happen. Very excited and very happy now. Funniest part of the conversation with said guy (Joe): Flight benefits go everywhere. We could put you on the Air New Zealand.
Speaking of Kiwis, I think mine died.
I am giving Steve 30 tomorrow for two mp3 players. Both Sony Walkmans. Weirdest part, both are black and silver, matching everything else remotely technical I have.
I have a busy damn weekend. Thursday: Thurston. No class. Interview with AWest at 4. Make my way to Detroit for photo shoot with Jeff. Friday: Class. Great Lakes Crossing with Sabrije. Serenity with Sarah and Joss. Saturday: Photoshoot with Gary. Date with guy from work named Dave. I feel like there's more on Saturday but I cannae remember.
I think the washer stopped.
There's more to write, I know it.
Nate asked me today if I could try focused writing. Freaking impossible. I can't. It sounds like a second grader's attempt at an essay. If it's something I'm passionate about and can find motivation for it, then it's great, otherwise it's enh.
I love and hate having a picture of Nate and I for my phone background.
I need to go to bed.

Tell me what I've always wanted to forget.
Forgive me for what I don't see.
Let me feel what I want.
I couldn't give a damn.