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hooters when i was typing in my password i really had the urge to type in the wrong password just because i felt like typing it: monkeycheese. because of this i think that there should be a password bank for every person DEPEENDING on the person. like... you can type in what you feel like typing in, and if the monkey on the other end thinks that it's a "laura thing to type", then i pass go! then again... i'm easy to immitate. the show went well last night, and ok tonight. my parents are coming tomorrow, and i'm glad. i'm homesick and it'll be nice to see them. then off to houston on wednesday and then home and then here again. i'm terribly un-motivated right now and i feel guilty... my classes seem like such a burdon, though all classes i love. and spring semester will be longer. sheesh. he wrote a poem about me. he sometimes writes them on wordpad and saves them to his desktop and i was being an annoying companion and looking at his wordpad files, and i saw it. ::smiles:: but i'm shaking at your touch, i like you way to much... my baby i'm afraid i'm fallin' for you. i'd do bout' anything to get the hell out alive, or maybe i would rather settle down... with you... guitar solo i was job searching earlier and i look for waitress jobs, since i have experience and you can make hella cash, and there was an over abundance of stripper search results... and i found a hooters picture ad that read: "GIVE YOURSELF A GIFT... Work for a company that recognizes, appreciates and rewards good performers!!! If you're looking for a growing company (4 new texas stores in 2003), great benefits, awesome earning potential, a life boyond work, a fun, laid back work environment, then a career at HOOTER could be a perfect career for you! " this made me laugh.
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