I love candy canes. Apparently one of my coworkers, their grandparents owns a candy store, and they make their own candy. Which is kind of amazing, and I'm somewhat jealous. I would rather make candy for a living then work here at the bar. But then, the bar does pay well (and the fact I'm underage and they hired me). So he came to work today, and he was handing out candy canes. Which, you know, is what I just need to be walking around the bar sucking on a candy cane. But anyways, they were amazing. Probably the best thing that has happened to me this past week, seeing as finals are approaching and things are pretty intense for me. You never realize how great candy is, until you are down and have some, the sugar brightens you up. I was smiling the whole night, it was a great feeling.
Of course, then I get home, and I am yelled at by my father. Guess my sister accomplished a great mission, so my father was lecturing me once again, "Why can't you be more like your sister..." and blah blah blah. So my smile was gone after that, but it was good while it lasted? Can't he just see that I'm nothing like my sister. But he can't. She's too great.
I need more candy canes...
Current Mood: 
rejected
Current Music: songs from Wicked.