whew.

so the past few weeks have been kind of a bore. getting ready for the release of school. working on a non-stop schedule. staying at home. a monotanous spin of my regular life.

im stuck. i was asked by my boss if i wanted to continue working over the summer, and my knee jerk reaction was to say "yes, of course!" thinking, more hours=more money. but i also just realized how big of a dent in my summer fun this will be making.

one vacation. no camp. every weekend at work. possibly 3 days a week. and i'll have to make the drive from marion to huntington.

it seems so simple to the outside eye, but to me, my summer means everything. everything good happens to me over the summer. its the only time i really feel happy, and i dont want that to be burdened by my burgandy vest and large white name tag and the constant smell of popcorn.