last night i had a dream that one of my molars was and loose starting to fall out. even though i kept messing with it with my tongue, it didn’t come out but just irritated me. later when i was talking to this guy he asked me what i had in my mouth and i had to explain to him that my tooth was coming out.

then, i’m not sure if this was the same dream, or later–i was in a class and we were decorating easter eggs. i couldn’t think of anything clever or original to do to mine and i felt lost. the girl next to me glued pink curly hair to her egg.

then the dream seemed to skip to later that night–we (the class) were all in some house. then we walked outside next door to the teacher’s house. and for some reason, i was wearing this tiny tight dress that i kept having to pull down to cover my butt.

when we got inside the house, we found our teacher in some kind of nighty thing holding a glass of champagne and she was upset. she told us, “there’s not going to be a wedding.” and then she told us to leave.

also, a few nights ago i had a dream that i left a kurt vonnegut book in one of my high school classrooms. and it was in the room of my advanced math teacher that i always hated (mister robot voice). but i couldn’t find the room–it wasn’t even my school, actually. the book was called “face to face” and i was wearing a beanie hat advertising the book and felt kind of nerdy. i never found the book before i woke up.

last night it took me forever to fall asleep, and while laying in bed i decided that i am going to be bill cosby for halloween this year.

black cross = unintentionally hilarious

murder by death = awesome

this day forward = pretty good

thursday = awesome

it was a good night but my head hurts. maybe i will type up more stories later.

today i got a hair cut and had this conversation with my mom:

my mom: it’s not straight.

me: you’re not straight.

tomorrow should be nice. i am going to columbia where i plan to drink bubble tea and wander around for awhile. then i will go to a show and then drive home happily.

tonight i dealt with really stupid customers at work and that was AWESOME. seriously, is it worth getting mad over the fact that there is a wait on gravy because of something we cannot control? IT’S JUST FOOD!

“nope, they like gravy. we absolutely won’t take any other free side order because we’re pretty stupid. i think i’ll just give you dirty looks because it makes me feel better and we’re also going to leave a huge mess in your lobby because we’re so mad!!”

that is what the woman should have said to me.

i know why people avoid fast food jobs because you have to deal with complete idiots but i think it is worth it, to tell you the truth.

today was the superboring eight hour long food safety management class. it was pretty much worthless because i could have learned everything by reading it myself. but one of the guys there was around 30 years old and had an awesome mullet. so at least i had that to look at all day.

i totally passed my psychological stress evaluation test. saying that instead of lie detector makes me feel professional.

anyway, before we even began the cop told me that he knew who did it already but it is required that i go through the process as well. i wasn’t really nervous but it was just really weird.

for the pse test all i did was talk into a microphone and the stress levels in my voice were measured (it was being recorded). a few obvious questions were asked, like, “is today wednesday?” and “are you wearing tennis shoes?” and then i had to answer a question as an ‘obvious lie’. “is the light in this room on?” we went over every single question (only 12) and he marked down my answers to all of them before we actually did the real thing.

when we were done with questions, the cop would rewind the tape and play my answers very slowly and the machine would print out the levels. afterwards, he showed me the paper my results were printed on and explained to me what he has to look for. it was interesting.

at the end he asked who i suspected stole the money and i found out that my guess was right. and he also mentioned that the chief of police is an idiot.

i’m taking a lie detector test at 4:00 today!

last night at work this guy that is mentally “disturbed” and drives the entire town crazy with his creepy ways called kfc to see how much the buffet is. which is awesome, because he is in there all the time and by now he should KNOW.

so then he asked how much the senior buffet was and how old you have to be to be considered an old person. so i told him and he goes into saying, “i have five years and one week! this is our little secret between us, okay tina?”

oh my god it was hilarious and scary.

so the whole “who stole the money” at work isn’t cleared up yet, but i haven’t been scheduled a lie detector test time yet or anything.

maurine is very concerned about our situation as demonstrated by this conversation exerpt:

rockOUTPERRYcomo: i think i should come and ask questions while you’re on it

rockOUTPERRYcomo: like ‘YOU ARE EMO AREN’T YOU, TINA!’

hiphopboombox: hahaha

hiphopboombox: man, it’d be so fun to have one of those to just play with

rockOUTPERRYcomo: and ‘YOU MAY NOT HAVE STOLE THE MONEY BUTY OU HAVE STOLE THE HEARTS OF MILLIONS OF EMO BOYS HAVEN’T YOU TINA?’

so apparently after we closed the store last night someone came in and took all the money from the safe. and it was someone who has keys, the police say.

i had to make a statement today and they are scheduling a time for me to take a lie detector test.

this sucks. i know i locked everything last night when i left because i REMEMBER, but i still somehow feel responsible.