Satellite transmits my voice

What the hell is in the water around here. I have no idea what happened or why, but a week ago just about everybody became a terrible tipper. We get a metric ton of verbal tips (high praise and ten percent of the tab) and a metric ton of people who are outright cheap. Fifteen and twenty percent tips are about unheard of.

And it's not just me, either. It's the whole restaurant. I should talk with servers at other restaurants, see if it's the same there.

I worked for six hours tonight and came home with $45. That's a bit more than 10% of my $427 in sales.

It's been $60 tips off $650 sales, $40 tips off $497 sales...and I'm not doing anything differently. I'm still making money, yes, but the amount of money I'm making is not proportionate to the amount of ass I'm busting making sure these tables are fed and happy. Needless to say, it's frustrating.

That, and I went in today on my day off because we were expecting a rush, and said rush never came...yeah. I work tomorrow and Tuesday too.

And then on Wednesday amorsinseramada comes down and life gets awesome. :D

In the meantime, I'm off to DC to go write some incredibly depressing stuff involving J. Why are all my muses so ridiculously headstrong, especially when they're in trouble...? |D

I covered a shift today at work when I wasn't scheduled. We got our asses kicked. On a Tuesday. Welcome to graduation season, I guess.

I've discovered I can't go a shift without getting an EBA song stuck in my head. Tonight, it was La La. Yes, as in "You make me wanna la la in the kitchen on the floor."

Which is a bad thing to be singing in a restaurant, by the way. Kitchen floors there are pretty disgusting.

I am just really lucky nobody opened the walk-in fridge while I was belting it out.

In other news, I miss my roommate because she is awesome.

( This is why. )

There are so few people with whom I can have that kind of conversation. XD

In RP news, this is the most fun I've had in quite a while. Spish, you are awesome.

And I really should sleep now. |D

I have returned from my roomie's house with food and stories and stuff.

For now, however, I'm going to crash the hell out - I am sick of working on this paper. Yep. I have, however, discovered something in my research:

LeSeptieme (2:14:09 AM): ...I am realizing why I no longer read comments on news posts
LeSeptieme (2:14:17 AM): LJ users en masse are like the Sonic fandom
Universe Juice (2:14:25 AM): stupid as fuck?
LeSeptieme (2:14:25 AM): Never freaking happy.
thesecretmagic (2:14:29 AM): rofl
Universe Juice (2:14:30 AM): that too
LeSeptieme (2:14:33 AM): ...that too, Sarah

Happy Day After Bunny Day, LJ.

Can I just say that I miss three day weekends? Because really, I do. We really should have more of them.

I slept in until eleven.

I caught up on tags.

I went to the beach for the first time in forever.

I went laser tagging with my roomie. Strangely enough, Google turned up the exact same place that selan and I went to my freshman year. Still pretty awesome, though the lack of places to take cover made things difficult. There were a metric ton of How I Met Your Mother jokes, however.

Then we took what amounted to an eleven-hour break and watched half a season of How I Met Your Mother, pausing in the middle for Big Bang Theory and the new HIMYM episode on CBS. I now love this sitcom. Thank you, roomie. XD

I studied just enough to pass a quiz this morning. Pray to the god of partial credit, indeed.

And I mailed a box of Poptarts to England. tsusilver, I hope you like strawberry.

THAT IS IT SO FAR. Yay. :D

I emailed all my roomies for next year last night, and I've already received replies from amorsinseramada (my roomie all last year) and one of them. We're waiting on the other, but it sounds like we're all going to get along well. Hurrah. :D We've also got a gigantic shopping trip to Target semi-planned for when we arrive. We've got our own apartment; we'll need dishes and stuff.

I'm trying to listen to today's Paul Harvey, but Media Player isn't buffering it very well. It could very well be because I've got the Doctor Who Season 3 OST downloading in the next window, but eh. Worth it. :D

Mom and I are going to see Iron Man tomorrow. Yes, we're staying until the end of the credits. We always do. XD

Les, the manager from On the Border, was supposed to call me today and did not. I called OtB and was told today was his day off and he'd be in at 3:30 tomorrow. This, of course, means I'll be calling OtB at 3:35 tomorrow afternoon.

( Tonight's Idol episode. Criminy. )

Yeah, I'm done rambling about reality TV now. XD

I'm seriously *this close* to taking on two new muses, one in each RP. For Daisychain it'd be Chisame, and for Paixao...Raiel.

Yep. I'm that crazy.

Problem is - and this is incredibly stupid - I feel nervous playing them with their canonmates. I mean, if one of my characters is in a new situation interacting with people from different canons, then there's precedence as to how they'd react to that certain type of person, but not that person specifically. There's wiggle room. Interacting with other canon characters, who have well-established relationships and interactions in canon settings but not in this new setting...like I said, it makes me nervous. I feel like I have to Do It Right when I'm not 100% certain what "right" would be in this particular situation. The only exceptions to this rule are Luxord and Vexen (because they act the same to virtually everybody, and somehow they're just that much smoother when it comes to interacting with other org members) and Flonne (because Jen has me beaten whipped trained well).

That, and in case we haven't noticed, I'm really bad at this whole idea of Crack. It's hilarious, but I'm not a crazy!humor person, I'm a snarky!sarcastic!punny!humor person. I don't know if I can effectively pull off talking mouse companions and near-constant poorly-timed nosebleeds. I just have no idea. XD;

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Aside from all that...my birthday's in a bit more than a week. Hurrah. :3

Yeah, that's the long and short of it. My roomie, whom I have ranted about and complimented and loved and come to know very well, is leaving to go home tomorrow. No more Pepperdine for her.

And really, I think my little ranty with tafkae  really sums it up.

I'm going to go app Luxord for Paixao, because Paixao needs a Luxord and I kinda said I would (i.e. I just reserved him). I have a week. I will do it.

Probably going to be a bullet-format entry. Or something. SO MUCH CRAP going on.

First of all: Tomorrow is the club fair. I'm going to be pimping touting the campus anime club, for which I am the librarian/historian. (I get to take pretty pictures and write stuff up, hooray! Club LJ time!) I should probably go make sure my camera's battery is charged. Yeah, that would be good...

Second: I just found out my roommate was one of the people who helped create Mugglenet.com. (HOLY CRAP WOW.) She also had never eaten ramen before. So tonight we argued over how many Death Eaters showed up at the graveyard scene in GoF and I taught her to make instant ramen. ^^

Third: My mom is going to visit my grandparents on Wednesday. Evidently they're not doing too well. I also found out my aunt has cancer for the second time. (Considering that I didn't even know she'd had cancer a first time...well...) It's a single tumor in her liver, and she'll probably be going to Seattle to have an operation. It isn't spreading and the doctors are hopeful, so I think things will turn out okay, but I'll definitely be praying for her. Hard. And lots.

Most people would be worried and terrified out of their wits at news like that. I'm worried about the fact that I'm really not. I'm scared for her, but I'm not deathly afraid. I'm not crying. Mostly I'm just tired - I haven't been getting enough sleep. I guess this is just how I deal...it may not be "normal," but I suppose it works. It's not like I don't care, it really isn't. I just...well...I'm just confused. Last time somebody in my family had cancer that I knew about, it was my grandma on my dad's side and she died. That was only two years ago.

There are definitely some differences between my grandma and my aunt, however. My grandma was old, this was her second bout with cancer, and it was small-cell...cancer of the blood, I think. My aunt is young, healthy as a horse (she raises racehorses, so I'm sure that helps), and has a fairly easy type of cancer to treat.

...I don't know how to end this. Oh, wait, yes I do.

God please help her. God please help all of us.