I recently got a job and this whole weekend was spent at orientation. Tomorrow I start training and I'm excited. I've been quite a busy busy bumble bee with school and work. I love it. No more boring time for me.

When I'm at home I usually go to church every sunday morning with my Dad, and I love to people watch. I usually have a group of old people that I observe. One of them is a cute little Polish man. There was once a time where there was a new Polish priest, and the cute little Polish man took it upon himself to go up to the altar during mass and sing the new Polish priest an old Polish song from the motherland. It was so cute and sweet, and that little Polish man was my favorite with his white hair and thick square framed glasses. This morning my Dad called me and told me that at church this morning they announced he died last night. I was so stoked for orientation and my dad hit me with that news and sadness fell. All the cute old people are getting to that age when they all start to die....and seriously, if I was in church and found that out, I would have started crying like I did when I found out my favorite fashionista old woman died last july. I'm going to miss you little Polish man, rest in peace, you were awesome.