Last night was my last night at the hotel. It was sadder than I thought it would be to leave–I actually cried after saying good-bye to Marty. I’m such a freakin’ girl sometimes. I can’t think about it now or I’ll start crying again. So anyway… I took pictures over the last couple days. I thought I’d post some of the people I’ve talked about in my journal, so you can put a face with a name.
I just thought this was a cute picture. Though I won’t get to see her as often, we’re still going to hang out. In fact, we both want to go to a New Found Glory concert in November. That’ll be fun.
Mike insisted that since we’ll still be hanging out I didn’t need to take his picture. Fortunately, I was able to get one anyway using stealth. It’s grainy cause it was really dark and needed lightened but a picture is a picture, and in the end he was spited. Spiten? Spote? I’ll stick with spited.
And now it’s time for Operation: Black Hole of Time. I woke up yesterday at 8pm, worked, and now I have to stay up until at least 10 or 11 tonight. Cynthia’s helping–we’re going to see Halloween when she gets off work and I have an apartment to see. As long as I stay active, and drink caffeine continuously, I think I’ll be okay.
I can’t believe I don’t work there anymore.