ring the [fire] alarm. ugh.

This has been the most uninteresting week. For real.

I've been in a training class for work - Telecommunicator I. Basic call receiving. It's a good class, very informative, but so boring. But there's nothing I can do about that.

Missy and I were carpooling together, having been denied hotel rooms when we asked a month ago because Puyallup is too close to Burien. But after spending three hours in traffic on both Monday and Tuesday, we asked Mark again to let us stay in a hotel and he agreed. So last night we stayed at the Clarion, and we'll be staying here again tonight.

Last night, Missy and I went to The Cheesecake Factory in Tukwila. I'd never been there before, but it was amazing. Justin met us there, and so did Missy's boyfriend, Sean, who is a cop in Seattle. It was an entertaining evening, with fantastic food and the BEST CHEESECAKE I'VE EVER HAD. Peanut butter cup fudge ripple. Seriously, it was like death on a plate. Death by sugar overdose. It was amazing.

Back at the hotel, Justin and I were hanging out when the freaking fire alarm went off. At MIDNIGHT. And it was pouring rain outside, and overall just a horrible experience. On the bright side, Justin is going to take me on a real date. Or so he says.

So right now I'm chilling at the hotel with Missy, watching "The Devil Wears Prada". I think we're going to The Cheesecake Factory again. Ugh, I'm effing hooked. And I so love this movie.

Tommorrow we have the T1 exam, and I'm starting to stress about it. I hate tests. I suck at tests. I'm sure I'll be up until the wee hours of the morning studying. Yay.

On the bright side, I have the weekend off. Hooray!

And 100-calorie strawberry yogurt Chex packs are LOVE. FYI.