new resolve.

oh, hey. what's that? Blogging twice. in a week?
chyeah.
I'm surely dominating this blogging business. (do you say "busy-ness" when you type business? I do. it helps me remember that there is an 'i' in the middle. and that, my friends, is what allows me to have impeccable spelling.)

well. my new resolve? at least post my 'song of the day.' also, a picture a day. because, guess what? my parents bought me such a nice camera. and, well. i have hardly used it.
so regardless of what is going on, i need to take a picture. i'm pretty sure i already know what i am going
to take a picture of today. well, there might be multiple pictures. and, i'm just going to post them on this one.

yesterday at work:
i was knifed.
by myself. i know, that makes the story significantly less cool.
and by knifed, i mean i have a cut on the palm of my hand.
which is now red, and inflamed. but. actually. it was quite ninja of me to catch the knife.
as official Potwasher, I am in charge of putting the knives away (yeah, my job is more intense than the title allows you to believe).
well, some smart person. some smart, no-shorter-than-six-feet, person. some smart, no-shorter-than-six-feet, with a tool belt, and probably an exotic accent, person. hung the knife holder too high.
i'm too short to see the knife slots.(the place to put the knives in). and so i slipped, and the knives went flying (this i am not kidding about). and a girl was walking by, and was going to be hit by a knife. so i reacted quickly. and bam! i  caught the knife. but then i re-dropped it, and it slit my palm on the way down.
awesome battle wound?
sure.
i doubt it will leave a scar, though. because i'm pretty much supernatural.

want another Potwasher story?
mk. i got plenty.
(quick side note: I have great english. but, for some reason, i loose all sight of it when i blog/type/write letters/becauseitiskindoffuntospeakasbadaseveryonelse/ijustlikeit.)

okay. so in addition to my potwashing post, i am the tray-collector-girl.
1. i was collecting the cart of trays.
   a. i am weak.
   b. there are a lot of trays. which makes it heavy
   c. there are some people who stack at least 6 plates on one tray.
   d. that leads to slip-sliding.
   e. there is a lip on the floor that the cart of trays has to obstacle-ize.
   f. i have to use all of my little strength and body weight to get the cart to the dishroom.
   g. as i was pulling the tray yesterday, it came over the lip too quickly. and bam.
   h. i was hit by about six dishes.
   i. the floor was hit by about six dishes.
   j. the floor retaliated.
   k. a dish was broken.
   l. everyone in the cafe saw.

2. after everyone is done cleaning their area, nicolina and i turn on music, because we are the only ones in the restaurant.
   a. i was putting dishes away.
   b. some of the dishes i put away are trays.
   c. trays require me to go out into the public, through a secret door, and back into the restaurant in a different area.
   d. regina spektor's "folding chair" was on.
   e. it was the dolphin song part.
   f. people see me when i walk through the secret door, right?
   g. right.
   h. was i absent-mindedly singing the dolphin song part as i walked out into public?
   i. yes.
   j. have i been described to sound like a gorilla when i sing that part?
   k. yes, by chad.
   l. did everyone give the girl with a plastic apron, and green trays a weird look?
  m. you betchya.

song of the day? california dreamin' by the mamas and the papas. why? because it describes me today.
california would be so nice right about now.
california dreamin.

p.s. mama cass is my hero. i wanna dress like her.

-Billy