It's cottonwood season here in Michigan and that means that the air is filled with floating white puff balls. It also means that it looks like there's snow on the deck and in the yard where all the seeds conglomerate in corners.
For the past few weeks I've done little more than sleep, eat, and watch this TV series. It's been ridiculously nice. However, now that the strike has ended at one of the suppliers of where I am working this summer, my mother has been harping on me to start up again. I KNOW! I already went in and talked to them and they said that they would notify me if they needed me or not this summer. So I finally get a call and I'll be starting work again on Thursday. This pretty much shoots down my whole day. I'll work 9-3:30 at one job and 5-9 at the other. I didn't really want to get back into that this summer because I did it for 4 months last summer and it was exhausting and I didn't have any kind of social life. Yet, I am in desperate need of money cuz the economy here SUCKS. *sigh*
I do have some good things to look forward to this summer. Seeing Coldplay July 5th, Amber's wedding in July, going up North in August, and then seeing Nine Inch Nails August 23rd to cap it all off. Nice breaks and I''l only be working about 2 months instead of 4.
I've been spending some good times with my brother recently. We hang out a lot now that I'm home. Last weekend he had a few friends over and I got to watch
30 Days of Night (great vampire movie!) with them, and then I ended up staying up with them until 6am playing and beating
Condemned (freaky-ass video game). I got them starting the points system, which is something that I came up with. Fun times! ;-)
I think my mom just likes giving my directions. She keeps trying to get on my back about things, get your blood work done, call your work and figure out when you'll be starting, don't forget to go to your doctor's appointment coming up. The thing is, she doesn't tell me WHEN this appointment is that she made for me, nor does she tell me where to go to get my blood work, and I keep thinking, "I KNOW that these things have to get done and they WILL get done, but since you must have some kind of control in my life you've made it so that I have to go to all these places that I'm not familiar with at the time that YOU scheduled for me and then you won't tell me WHEN?!" Every time she brings it up she thinks that I'm having this attitude with her, and I don't. It's just that I have plans that I've already made. I'm taking my brother to the movies after his finals tomorrow at noon, then I work on Thursday and Friday until 3:30. So when am I supposed to get this stuff done when she doesn't tell me it needs to be done this week until NOW?! *sigh* She's still trying to cling to the vestiges of my childhood. Hopefully things will calm down and I can figure out what the hell I'm obliged to be doing this week.
Time to get ready to go to work! Then more time with the brother and then reading! YAY!
Stephanie Meyer is amazing!