After arriving home from work (1am), I was alarmed because a light was on that I didn't leave on. Nothing was out of place but the other bedroom door was shut. I opened it to only find someone sleeping in there. I just shut the door and went to bed. I was a little pissed I wasn't given any notification that 1. they found me a roommate 2. surprise she's here. I couldn't sleep because all night I played different scenarios about who might be asleep in the other room. I had to get up to meet the grads and faculty today at 8am. Ol' girl was already up. She's pretty nice. She's from Georgia, no she's not a Georgia peach. She's from the other Georgia, the country. The country that Russia just invaded.

Above the microwave I have some GI's set up, there were also a few in the Fridge. (no, I didn't do it after I meet her, they were already set up) The question I pose, do you think that is inappropriate? You know, beacause of the war in her motherland?

Last night I began my training as: Barista Marisa. Everything was cool except the kid training me likes John Mayor and didn't understand why I didn't. He asked what music I like, I said the best way to describe it is Indie Pop. He was like "Yeah, like Maroon 5." Umm no dumby. I did have two catastrophes while steaming milk. Both involved Steamed milk to the temperature 160 spraying all over me. Both happened in front of customers.

P.S. Sorry to disappoint you, I will not be a maid after all. The Terracotta will provide me with sufficient hours.

Rachel gave me an ice tray that makes heart shaped ice cubes. I can't stop making them and if you know me, I don't usually take ice in my beverage. Loring and I had a lovely discussion via Google chat before and after he got his G Unit. During a chat, we, or I decided the best record title: Aww naw bitch, top dolla n' centz. (Word to yo motha)