Nostlagia

Last night I discovered my CD collection was in my suitcase. I cried. I'm so fucking hormonal it's amazing. I shouldn't be, but I can't explain it any other way. I had a huge-arse panic attack last night aswel. It was crazy and my brain was rational but I was sobbing and gasping for breath.

Although, tonight I'm listening to my brother's Jet and I'm keeping it together. That might have something to do with me being excited to go to work at 5:30am tomorrow. I'm training in a new area. I love it when something different and (partially) exciting happens in my life.

In 2 weeks time there's a competition in NZ which is the "Best Barista in NZ" comp. On the 12th to the 28th they'll be secret shoppers coming into my store and rating me on my;

• Milk- quality/heat/presentation and origionality (artyness)
• Presentation (how hot I am)
• Customer relations (I'm a real suck-arse so I'm good for this one)
• Something else... Can't remember

I'm seriously thinking I could win this shit. They get the best person from your store and then you go to a thing with all the stores from your area and the best one from that goes to the nationals... In Auckland. Auckland is a bit of a bum-hole but I'll go there for MONEY!

$5000 in prizes to be exact.

I'm pretty fucking good I must say, so I'm fairly confident.

Also, I went to curves today. I did amazingly and crazy-worked out. I was looking around at all the fat people. It was only me and one other girl who weren't morbidly obese. Did these other women think that they should get really fat before doing something about it? Did they not realise that all their clothes weren't fitting?

Fat people are retarded.