This past week kinda sucked. I got another job, at a small, family-owned chocolate/icecream shop/cafe in Kewaunee. It's a really great job: they work around my KC schedule, $8 an hour, tips haven't been lower than 10 bucks, and I don't have to pay for lunch. But I have been opening there and then closing an KC for the past week, and I'm exhausted. All for a laptop and piano fees at Judson. Doesn't help that a...I dunno..."former friend"? "Friend that says "let's do something", and then disappears?" Anyway, she came in and treats me like any other servant to her and, while I'm working my arse off just to give her her freaking two quarts of rock-hard mint fudge swirl, starts flaunting her brand-new macbook in it's brand-new American Eagle case. Neither of which she had to pay for, because her boyfriend's mom is rich, and her parents need some way of shutting their daughter up. Argh. Not that big of a problem. Just an annoyance. A really big annoyance.

Tourists have infiltrated Kewaunee. Really rude, loud, stupid, slow-driving tourists, that treat this place with up-turned noses and leave their taco salads and custard and sodas all over the table and floor even when there is a garbage two feet away.

Stupid teen-girl rant: If you have been sending and receiving e-mails for the past month and a half and said you wanted to do something with them, knowing full well they liked you, then, even if you are working, please be sure to send word after you get home, instead of setting your status as "____ is sad he couldn't find the lyrics to a song." or "____ is happy he knows how to drive a forklift!"

My grandma and grandpa McCambridge probably aren't coming to my graduation party. They don't like my mom anymore, now that my parents are divorced. They'll be divorced 2 years this coming November. You'd think if my brother and I can get over it, or at least deal with it, they could. And mom doesn't need to be treated like that. Maybe it's better they aren't coming. Lord knows we don't need another whiskey confrentation like Larissa's wedding.

I found out Pat Burger, my grandma Smitka's best friend, one of the most kind, thoughtful, generous women in this world, is dying of cancer. Pacreatic and liver cancer. Pretty much non-treatable. She has a month.