A little wisp
With big thoughts
And plenty of tea.
I have taken change in stride my whole life.
Moving four hours from Pineville, from my family, from my mother, in second grade...
Moving from best friends in the summer before 9th to brave high school alone...
And going to college, finally, and making friends on the first day - friends that I still have at this very moment.
When I moved from GA to Myrtle Beach, it was like a dream come true - a chance at new beginnings. For my brother,
(Names were changed.)
Though having only gained a few short hours of slumber the night before, the Night Warriors strode into their domain. Outside, it was warm with a hint of spring wafting through the air. Inside, the kitchens were hot and the air thick with with the smell of grease, but the warriors fought through it - they were there to serve.
Most every day they did this - Silent Carmen, small but stout-hearted; Black-Haired-One-of-Three-Male-Servers Harrison,
Updated 05-08-2009 at 06:23 PM by a_little_wisp
... And in other news, EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I could not be happier. I walked out of juries (singing juries), grinning and practically skipping - that is, until I tripped when my heels sunk into recently rained-on ground.
So I took off my heels and walked home barefoot.
The weekend that has followed was delightful! Work has been a joy, even closing Saturday night was MUCH better than the last!! We got out early and in cheerful
Updated 05-04-2009 at 05:37 AM by a_little_wisp
I let people walk all over me. Not so much at school, no, but yea, in the work place. Restaurant business- or with mine, at least - isn't... I mean, you just have to learn to work with people. But today, the girls were just... I realized how incredibly mean they can be when they want to be.
I was checker, for the first time tonight- basically, you close, and no one can leave without you checking their side-work and tables-
I was checker for the first time on a SATURDAY.
Updated 04-26-2009 at 05:53 AM by a_little_wisp
It's not a poem, really, just something I wrote because ... I confuse myself, and I'm so sorry I hurt him, and I hope that it's ok that we're friends and this wasn't a bad choice. I don't date for many reasons, and one of this is because I'm so... weirded out by how lost I get when I'm with someone -- lost, that is, in an Alice in Wonderland way, like this:
What am I doing here? Why am I having a tea party with crazy people and enjoying it? Is that mouse singing? I like this - I'm
Updated 04-24-2009 at 07:57 PM by a_little_wisp