Do You Want Fries With That?

So I worked yesterday. Actually, Rita phoned at 12 to tell me I worked Monday instead of Tuesday. It actually wasn't that bad of a day. Tips sucked, but I messed up the cash register only once, the spaghetti guy's order went without a hitch, and I didn't forget anyone's desesrt! (I forgot soup once, but the guy didn't notice apparently, or at least he didn't say anything) Some French people wanted ground beef in their poutine, which was really weird. Some coffee person knew my name, which was also weird. Some stupid people came in at twenty to ten, so I had to wait for them to go so I could vacuum on that side and then I had to clear their table. Who eats supper at 9:40? I ask you.
Apparently Brian Littrell of the Backstreet Boys is embarking on his solo career! But unlike other ex-boy banders (cough Justin Timberlake and Nick Lachey) he actually plays an instrument! Yes, you read that right. Brian Littrell plays the guitar! I just looked up the lyrics of his new album, and he has a single entitled "Jesus Loves You." Crossing over into Christian rock? Who knows, I don't.
What else is happening...Jonas came home last night and he's leaving in less than an hour. I was excited for him to come home, and then I realized why I wanted him to go. He turns the bass down in the car, he turns the sub woofer down, he changes my profile, he hogs the remote...I love being the only child.
X-Files is on tonight at 9:30, I can't wait! Supernatural is on on Friday at 8. I'm such a geek.
So far my summer has been pretty boring, DC concert nonwithstanding. Lisa, Heidi, and soon Amanda are going to be gone, Katherine and Maria live so far away, and Jessica's never home. Gah. That means no one even reads this blog anymore. So in essence, I am chattering away to myself right now and NO ONE WILL HEAR IT!
Gotta go, ciao.
This summer is going to drive me insane.