Addicted to Diet Pepsi

First off--I'M TIRED. Straight up. Two of my four days in a row are done. I'm only 7 hours shy of my 28-hour week. Today a girl walked up to me, and she looked like she had a question. I was anticipating something along the lines of "what time do you guys close tonight?" or "do you guys have leggings?" or maybe even "do you guys still have those neon-colored underwear?" But no. Instead, this question comes out of her mouth: "Do you work here like every day?" So now apparently even the customers notice that I basically live there now. But I have finally started to use the register. FINALLY. It's not as if I've been working in that little box full of clothes for over a year and a half or anything.

I am out of Diet Pepsi. I just might have to go get some right now. Because I don't think I can survive a 7-hour day at work without it. Especially with this boss in particular. I guess I'm addicted. But like they say, the first step is admitting it and conquering that denial! I'm definitely not in denial. But I'm not trying to break myself of this habit either... I just hope I don't start developing headaches or some other sort of ailment if I skip a day or two...

School is starting this week. I have mixed feelings about this, just like I do my job. One the one hand, it'll give me something to do with the days I'm not working (although those seem to be in short supply lately). On the other hand, I'm taking 17 units this semester. That is five more than I took last semester. And they're much harder classes than before, as well. I'm just hoping I'll be able to juggle all the aspects of my life without any trouble. We'll see how that goes...

I got a new phone! It's the EnV Touch, which I'm still adjusting to... I'm not sure if I ever will though, because it's got water damage (or should I say soda damage). But it was free. So I can't complain! My old splinter of a phone was dying. Literally. None of the directional buttons would work. Or the "OK" button. It was basically like an old-school house phone--you had to dial every number by hand. And forget texting. That was an adventure in itself. A very, VERY frustrating adventure.

I've been having a lot of dreams lately. Depressing dreams. Well supposedly you always have dreams, you just don't always remember them. But I've definitely been remembering mine. ...Perhaps it has to do with my addiction to Diet Pepsi? Or the fact that I've the past week of my life at work? Moving along, in the first one I was attending a four year university, which I think was Cal Poly San Luis Obispo, but I'm not positive. I was staying in a dorm, which had a futon and a big flatscreen tv in it, and I owned a silver Porche. I also had this amazing boyfriend who I think was visiting me for the weekend. When I woke up to my alarm clock blaring "Fruit Machine" by the Ting Tings, my sudden reuniting with reality was extremely saddening, not to mention annoying. I've also realized that no matter what song I set my iPod to play when my alarm goes off in the morning, it always sounds terrible, simply because it is waking me up from either a sound, dreamless sleep, or an amazing alternate reality found in my dreams. Last night's dream was not so blissful, but just as depressing. I can't remember much, but I do remember that my dad had died. I don't know how, or why, or when. But he was gone. And my mom lived in a giant mansion. I just remember crying a lot in the dream. Then when I woke up I smelled bacon, and I knew my dad was in the kitchen frying it up. Even though I'm not a huge meat fan, I had never been so happy to wake up to that smell.

That's about the most exciting thing that has happened in my life in the past few days. I hope you're not completely bored out of your skull.