Sawyer, Staff, and Subway

This is how my morning started. I love my dog to death. I do. But honestly, I think I would like him more if he had thumbs. Because then, he wouldn't scratch at my door and whine when he wants to leave my room at six in the morning. Especially when I have to wake up early. That is no bueno. Maybe I'll just leave my window open and teach him how to jump out of it so that he can go into the backyard all by himself. And we can put a doggy door from the backyard so that he can come in and get his water. But, he would probably just do all of that and then go scratch on my door just to mess with me. Troll dog.

Then I went to the ATC camp again, which was better than yesterday because I didn't have to hang out with Spoon Kid. We did, however, have a ridiculously hyper one. Which was kind of annoying, but at least he didn't threaten my life with a spoon. Also, most of the kids called me "ma'am" which was pretty cool. So that was fun.

Then I got in my car and checked my voicemail because I had a new one, and I found out that I have a job interview at Subway tomorrow at 4:45. And now I find myself thankful that we did mock interviews in photography. But anyway, Rachael came over to help me look for clothes to wear to it. She didn't agree with the idea of me wearing my ATC camp shirt that says "Staff" on the front so that when I walked in they would think that I already worked there. But oh well. So now I have some of Rachael's clothes. That was fun. Also, I can't tell Rachael things that I write about in here because she just looks annoyed and says "I read your blog" in her annoyed voice. But yeah. Subway interview tomorrow.

AND HOPEFULLY MY MONEY WILL SHOW UP IN MY BANK ACCOUNT SOMETIME SOON.

Also, I keep waking up at night to thunderstorms. Which is cool because I'd rather it storm at night than during the day. Because daytime is for tanning and driving. My mom is super paranoid about me driving in the rain, or in the dark, or on 380, or in a car, really...

I think it's funny that the people who work at the 7-11 by my house know what kind of cigarettes my mom wants to buy better than she does, since my dad always gets them there. I also think it's funny that when I went there with my mom today, one of them said "Wow, I never get to see your mom!" and the other one said "Tell your dad I said hi!" My life is hilarious.

Lizz comes home Friday. Which is good because I miss her and my family is nicer when she's home. One time I told her that she's not allowed to move out because we'd all be bored. This is a true statement. I will hoard all of her belongings and not let her move out. (Just kidding).

Alright. This seems like a pretty good Wednesday.

"Funny how a melody seems like a memory..."