Prom selfie

My PromPosal Story

It all started at lunch. Suddenly, "Chariots of Fire" started playing over the PA system and I saw from around the corner of the hall a guy who was running in slow motion with a group of people behind him cheering in silence. I didn't recognize Daniel at first, but as he got closer I wondered what on earth he was doing. I figured it was some sort of flash mob advertisement for The 30 Hour Famine movement going on soon at our school a movement both myself, him, and a group of friends were participating in(it's a movement to raise awareness for hungry children) and for just a split second I thought it was odd for Daniel to have volunteered to make such a scene in public; he was the shy type of guy. Halfway through he grabbed fake pink flowers from a guy and everyone in the hall(who was in on the prank) took out their phones and I thought it was because they wanted to capture the weirdness happening while it was still happening. Streamers were thrown around in the hall and one of them landed on me. As The song came close to an end, Daniel awkwardly ripped open his shirt to reveal a white t-shirt with pink text:

The Chiptole Hiring Chronicles {#LIPlinkup #21}

If you've followed me from Tumblr, you'll know that after my first experience at Chipotle, I've applied to work there! I am waiting eagerly to hear back from my second interview at Chipotle’s! One if the team managers said they liked me because the minutes I walked into the first interview he saw me dancing to the radio song, shake it off, and he said he pointed at me to one of the other members and said, “she’s getting hired, she’s fun.” And he told me this and my heart just JUMPED...
Grace's House Collage

Chiptole Interviews, Abuse From “Dad” + Life Latelys

He yells at me so loud that the person renting our family room could no doubt, hear, and twice he raised his hand to slap me and take I flinch. He was furious—and for what? Two plates? I’ve had friends who leave their dishes for the entire week and never have to wash anything for themselves! I’d open my mouth to say something but I knew all my attempts would be redundant and would just drive them even further into hysterious rage. I’ve reported my dad twice to Children's aid society, so I think he dare touches me physically because he’s been warned; but a part of me wanted him, dared him to beat the fuck out of me, just so I could call the police and have shit go down with him. I wish I could explain everything I am feeling and how badly my relationship to my family is, but i have no words to explain, and if you asked, only a sigh would escape my lips. On a positive side, i worked nearly 8 hours, the longest shift I’ve had since my first day(new years eve; 11 hours) and it was busy, which meant there was a lot of fun things to do. When my boss was out, I snuck two slices of bacon in the microwave and ate it. I’m terrible :P but I consider it “living like a teenager” for once. I’ve never been free and impulsive and immature and always the good girl, never living life and laughing and doing mischief, it actually felt kind of good. :)