So Succexy

Another night, another concert, another $50 bucks pocketed in tips. I need to grow a set of boobs, though, as my female co-worker on the till next to me made $108 in tips. Maybe I'll stuff my bra.

Tomorrow is Edgefest, a concert I'm _not_ looking forward to. THe majority going will be underage kids, and, on top of this, there's to be no drinking in the seating area. So, so lame. Ten hours has a lot of potential for some big tips, but not if you're serving snot-nose little punks still sucking milk from their mother's teat (hehe, teat). On top of this, I have to listen to crap-ass music. I would much, much, MUCH rather attend the party that's being thrown by one of Scott's friends. C'est la vie, I guess. I'm hopefully seeing him Sunday, and that makes up for everything.

I'm enrolled in some less than interesting courses next year. I wanted the study of popular music, but that class was already filled to the brim with assholes. Actually, I can't say that for a fact, but to make me feel better, I'll say the class is full of assholes. Other courses I wanted to take were either not offered, full, and/or created conflicts with my current schedule.

Now this brings me up to the point where I can tell you that I'm bored. An easy way to rectify this is for someone to dance. Now. I'll wait.