Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Boy, that was a mental relief! It could be the fact that I just got home from working a ten hour day at Busch, and I have the same scheduled for tomorrow. It's a good natured scream however, almost a giant sigh.
I had a bad day at Busch last Monday. I didn't talk to Kim, and I just didn't do anything wonderful or impressive. I did accidentally knock a boat over the front brakes, causing it to hit the boat in the right channel and knock a nice two inch hole right in the side. Oh well. Pity. I also had to drive mother's Sunbird to work. I pulled out of the driveway this morning and couldn't get my Mustang over ten miles per hour. I took it in for repairs, and it turns out that my catalytic convertor was plugged. I also had all of my brakes replaced and the front bearings repacked. It cost my mom about six hundred total. I hoping to get it painted nice and possibly put new tires on the front before college.
My next day at work was Friday and things went much better. I talked to the people all day long until my throat almost went hoarse. It seemed like every time I was on break, so was Marcella. We talked, sort of, all day. We would take turns asking a question, the other would answer, and then we'd shut up for five minutes. Today that really got on my nerves so I just left. I've made fun of her before about being such a great conversationalist. I also found out that she still has her boyfriend. I talked to Kim for a few minutes yesterday. We didn't say much, but I teased her once. I looked at her intensely for the first time and realized how gorgeous she is. Her hair is perfect and long and curly and her face is perfect. I saw a hint of compassion in her face today and I melted. I just want another thunderstorm with her.
Today I actually had real talks with three people that I had only said hi to before. One was the black guy in his middle twenties, Andre. I went up to Spillway and he was there with his shoes off asleep! I woke him just as a boat of girls went by and he goes 'there's you a girlfriend,' and then he asked me if I had one. I told him about Nicole and I breaking up so he pointed me out another girlfriend. I said she was too young and he asked me how old I was, eighteen. I told him seventeen so he tells me there's always Amanda. I tell him that I'm tired of the seventeen year olds, that I want one about twenty two or three. He thought that was funny and then took off. I also met the new girl named Michelle. She's gorgeous, period. She has thick wavy blond hair and the most perfect butt on our ride. She's got a damn fine body. I noticed her tush yesterday and fell in love. She's the tiniest bit overweight, but carries it perfectly, the same way Andrea did back at Leto. She and Kim were the one's I was referring to when I was talking to Andre.
Anyways, we ended up working the unloading brakes together, and started talking. We were first talking about a lady that got hurt a little earlier, but then she asked me where I am going to school next year. I've been telling them that I haven't decided between UF and USF yet so they won't plan on me leaving and so the girls won't brush me off because they think I won't be around long. I'm pretty sure about UF, I guess. Michelle turns out to be a 17 year old Junior at Tampa Prep!!! I was stunned. Well, I think I can handle a seventeen year old once more! I inwardly cheered for joy. YES! YES! YES! Oh, I don't want to get ahead of myself. She also knew I was valedictorian. I haven't had a break or lunch with her yet but I hope I do soon.
Speaking of valedictorians, I saw Amy Carpenter, the little King valedictorian at the night function tonight. All of the hospital workers and their families got into Busch free and she was there. I was in the back and turned around and there she was on the stairs. I think she recognized me as I looked straight back at her and laughed.
After Alan let me off at 8:15, I went and talked to Doug for a few minutes. He's getting married to the current female lead skater in the ice show. I congratulated him and laughed at him since he can't look or touch anymore. We then traded schedules for tomorrow.
Kim doesn't work again until Thursday. Whatever I do for the next few days, I hope I do the right things. I hate Marcella. I want Michelle. It's all so clear. Bullshit! I'm seriously going to work on Michelle.
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