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Hell yes. I slept in today till about 2:25 pm. How fucking cool is that. My hell week turned out alright - my Aunt ended up finishing my homework that last friday at about 2:30 am because she finally told me to just go to bed. So the notes got done - notebook's done - and french pastries is awesome. Good class - busy and fun and exactly what I love putting together. I just can't wait to be a 6th quarter student (when you're close to graduating). Not because you're close to being done - oh no. I'm looking forward to it because those that are 6th quarter in my room are all exhausted looking - bags under the eyes, possible weight loss, pale. They never say a damn word to anyone - no thank you's when you hold the door open, no asking for you to grab something for them; they do it all themselves. They don't even talk to Chef - they know exactly what they need to do, they know how to do it and where everything they need is. And the work they do is awesome. Professional quality - amazing - beautiful work. And I can't wait to be in that very same place. Funny for me to say that I can't wait till I'm withdrawn, quiet and exhausted looking, not to mention completely unfriendly. But when I hear someone complaining mildly how the 6th quarters are so in different world, and how unfriendly they are - I think 'yeah, aren't they amazing?' I don't know. I just can't wait till I'm at that point where I don't need the everyday schedule to tell me what to do - ask Chef where certain tools are, how to do something. Oh, and I can't wait till I don't have to talk to anyone. Ever. Talking is a real hindrance when you're trying to quickly marble a napolean. Or.. do anything seriously. And then my friends... I will be awesome. So recently, my pastry/baking program was ranked 3rd in the nation. In the nation! Fuckin' awesome. So right now I'm also house-sitting for my Aunt's friends. It's kinda cool - because they have 2 dogs, 3 cats and two goats so I'm always amused and I kinda like having the place to myself.. but their house is in a rather dark and wooded part of the island. No street lamps or anything. Scawy! So I've been there all week, and I'll be there till thursday. Other than school and housesitting - I'm officially down to one job, (of couse cheffing it up at the Back Bay) and lucky me, they've upped my hours to close to full time since Kris just quit. I have 32 hours this week. It's the same next week. I'm raking in the dough since I also just got a raise - but damn. This is just another reason why I'm so hard to talk to. PS - for those who are looking for an energy drink that doesn't taste like shit but also works like a motherfucker - go for "Rockstar." It allows you to "Party like a Rockstar." The can itself is huge - MUCH bigger than a Red Bull and even bigger than a normal can of Coke. But that's how I've been doing it this week. It's a little can of heavily caffeinated miracles.
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