Rainy Day

It's odd to have a rainy day like today in Las Vegas. It's a slow, steady rain. Not the "rain-so-fucking-hard-that-the-mail-boxes-are-floating-down-the-street" kind of rain that we are used to here in sunny LV. My mother told me that it was snowing in Jerusalem today. Is that like a cold day in hell? Has the cold day in hell finally happened? Do all the people who've said, "It will be a cold day in hell before I do such-and-such" have to pay up to their word? I wonder who keeps track of those. I don't think I've ever said that about anything, so I'm safe.



School is hard this semester. I've never gone to school and had a job where I actually had to work before. I know that sounds strange, but think about it. At Star Trek, I had to work for about 3 hours a day. The other 5 were spent on the internet or doing homework. At The Aladdin Hotel and Casino, you are surrounded by lights, noise, zombie public, and 10 hours of standing on your feet, or running around the casino, showing people how to use a slot machine. I'm totally overwhelmed right now. But I seem to not be stressed out. I'm keeping up with school, my boyfriend, my friends and work, but I'm always on the move. Just when I think I can lay back and rest, I think of all the other things that I could be doing at that moment.



I'm taking a Sociology course right now, and in the current chapter we're studying group dynamics. It's amazing to watch how people really interact. How sub-groups form from primary groups, and how people act when they're working for a bureacracy. How totally predictable we all are, and yet we all think we are the most original human beings on the face of the earth. How people in your "in-group" affect your decision making.



I got an email from Jeff yesterday. I haven't heard from him since I was in Edmonton. I checked my aol email after I wrote him back, because I thought that all he did was write trash in my guest book. So if you're reading this, I'm sorry to hear about your Grandfather. I should have called you and we could have gone ice-skating. (For all those people who think that statement is incredibly insesitive, I don't care, because it's an inside joke. Get over it.) He told me that Andy finally broke up with Stephanie. It's about freakin time. She moved to London, for god's sake. She was such a bitch to him before she left. I think you should start batting for the other team, Andy. You and Jeff would make such a cute couple. Then maybe between the two of you, you could grow the balls to come visit me. We would have good times.



I should mention Tara, since all she did was bitch at me about not being in my blog the last time we spoke on the phone. Tara, Tara, Tara, Tara, Tara. There, I mentioned you 6 times, quit your bitching.



Has this posting turned really hostile? I don't know where that came from. I'm pretty mellow today. I think I'll call Andy, see what that boy is up to.