So I locked myself in Jen's car. Yep. Her windows weren't working and I thought maybe I could play with the child safety thing and that would work. Nope. I just locked myself in the car. But if Jen becomes famous for writing a book about my wife, we are going to fucking Mexico. Fo Sure. Screw that last post. I think I'll take it off.
Margaritas tonight. Karaoke tomorrow. Drunk the rest of the week. So excited. Finals are nothing. For once I don't have something huge to prepare for that I should have been doing weeks before. I have one little one of those but for the most part, I am out of school. I have to get honor cords. Yep thats right. Your little drunk boy is graduating with some kind of cum laude. I think suma. Definitely not magna. But I got a good GPA going for me. Screw that damn GRE and its non effectiveness.
I got offered another job for the summer but don't think I can handle two months of junior high kids. Am I wrong? It would be a lot more money than working at the coffee shop. I think that I could still have a lot of fun in June and travel. If I took the job though, I wouldn't have to go to my cousin's wedding. Which would piss my mother off. I really don't care to go though. And family pictures have become what I hate the most in life. There are only so many people that can change a picture. We are always together. Bah. Its just a picture. Its not even professional. Emotions. Who needs them?
Its nine pm and I'm already quite tipsy. Loves my wife and Jen and her lobster. Good luck.