let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes
Dedicated, in loving memory, to the drama-free days of the life of Christopher Chou
DAMMIIITTTT
but, it could be worse.
I think I've survived the major speed bumps of the summer.
-moving to Wixom
-finding an awesome job
-saying goodbye to my bed
That last one just may have been the hardest part thus far.
The new house is nice. I am currently in the basement, on the "family computer". We get our wireless hooked up tomorrow, so I can go back to making out with my laptop and the 4,000 songs on it.
My room is still a mess. I'll realize I'm missing something out of my closet, run over to Laura's room, and conveniently find it hanging up amidst the sea of Batman tees. Then I spend a good 5 minutes fuming and figuring out terrible forms of revenge. Whoowee. Laura's gonna have a fun summer.
Basically EVERYTHING I left in my closet during school somehow made it into her closet. Like she doesn't have enough in her closet already.
Shit. I have something in my teeth.
Ok, so move to Wixom was successful. My big gorgeous queen sized mattress is now being used by my mother and Earl (her boyfriend) and that pisses me off. I get the twin and I feel like I am going to fall off of it every time I move. I did actually, the other night. Right into a few boxes.
Mom says if I want a queen up at school, I pay for the mattress. Lucky for me, they cost way more than anyone would ever imagine a fucking mattress would cost. I am going to make my own, I think. This is bullshit. I'm too high maintenance for a twin bed.
So, I get to save up for a mattress, a TV, new speakers for my computer, and $1,600 to get my car fixed.
Fuck you, world.
Anyhow...
The awesome job I found is waitressing at the Honey Tree Grille on M5 and 14 mile. You allll know what I'm talking about. I work nights, 4-5 days a week, so come visit and leave me excessively large tips to show how much you love me. I work with a bunch of crazy foreigners, which is SO much fun. The other waitresses are Romanian, Bulgarian, Polish, blah blah. We've basically got a representative from every country in eastern Europe. They are so cute and helpful. The cooks are Albanian or Mexican...to be honest I really don't know I'm just guessing. The cooks all flirt and throw free food at me a lot. I'm not complaining. I could live off of pita bread I think.
My boss, Casey, is from Nepal. He says he is going to teach me Nepalese once I start remembering to put beets on all the Greek salads. That will probably never happen, so I'll stick with German and French for now.
I'm making some damn good money. I actually am a very good waitress. I can put up with a lot more shit than I thought I could. I like how it keeps me busy, and the amount I make depends on how much work I'm putting in. That somehow feels more gratifying.
As Casey says "You are ok, Rebecca. You do a good job. NOW GREEK DRESSING WITH THIS CARRY OUT! GO! ZOOM ZOOM ZOOM!"
I really do like my new job.
Yesterday was my first day off in 6 days, so I drove out to Grosse Pointe to be with John. I knew I would miss him, but I actually really really really really really miss him. Like it hurts when I think about how he's not across the building from me anymore. Shortly after arriving home, he was diagnosed with mono and hepatitis. So he's exhausted, his liver's all fucked up, he can't eat solid foods, and the whites of his eyes have turned yellow. The day after he was diagnosed, he was supposed to leave for China with his dad. Needless to say, he is not in China. He is spending day after day on his couch. It makes me sad.
I worried excessively for a few days, and then braved the freeways yesterday to see him.
Ok, so, we already know I'm clueless. But, WHO THE HELL DECIDED TO MAKE 96 AND 696 SUCH DIFFERENT FREEWAYS? ONE LITTLE NUMBER IS SURE TO CONFUSE SOMEONE! PEOPLE WHO MAKE HIGHWAYS ARE ASSHOLES!
I kind of missed the whole finding 696 part of going to GP, and ended up on 275 somehow. I called my mom who said 'Well you're almost in Ohio...maybe you shouldn't be driving'
I think she's right. I've done serious highway driving like, 4 times in my life. The only place I really know how to get to is Ann Arbor.
I found 696 eventually, but I was pissed and playing Britey Spears really loudly.
I hate highways.
Seeing John was fabulous. He said he was feeling better while I was there, even though his left gland made it look like he had a golf ball wedged in his neck. I met his mom, and she seemed to like me...
That got interesting.
John and I spent a good part of the day in his room, with the door closed. Now, I can see how a mother might freak out a little bit about that, but the majority of the time spent in his room was perfectly innocent. We were just hanging out and talking. I miss that so much.
Later, after some other very confusing and frustrating events, John and I were driving around GP when Mrs. Malone called and told him to get home and that I wasn't allowed in the house.
John was SO pissed. I was hurt and felt like a slutho.
So, I just drove home. I listened to sappy love songs and worried...some more.
After all, worrying is my forte.
Mrs. Malone hates me now and I'm no longer welcome in John's house. He's trapped in his house, she's threatening to kick him out, he's frustrated and all of this emotional trauma is not helping out his illness.
I just want to make it all better.
The selfish part of me really just wants him to move back to AA for the summer. He would be closer to me, and the Contour can make it to Ann Arbor. I could see more of him.
He'll get through this. He knows I'm there for him.
Today I unpacked more of my room, worked 5-8, and then met up with people at BDubs. Dave ate chicken like an animal and talked about sex
Becca- DAVID YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TALK ANYMORE!
Doig- Say 'yes' if you want sex
Dave-...yes...DAMMIT YOU TRICKED ME!
Kelsey and Kirsten are such stable individuals in my life. They're like sitcom characters. They never go through any major changes. I do enjoy them a great deal.
Steve's friends were all there too. Holy awkward. I sat down and said hi, and they seemed genuinely happy to see me there. Maybe I'll write Steve a letter...
After that I took Dave back here and showed him the new house. We hung out with my mom. On the drive home he and I had a heart to heart about college romances and whatnot.
To any and all females who would ever, EVER consider breaking David Kazanowski's heart: I will hunt you down and rip you apart with my bare hands. I swear it.
Dave's going to be in my life forever, I do believe.
Ok now it's time for bed.
My life never ceases to amaze me.
'When you sing, I cannot help but smile'
-Mariya, from work
DAMMIIITTTT
but, it could be worse.
I think I've survived the major speed bumps of the summer.
-moving to Wixom
-finding an awesome job
-saying goodbye to my bed
That last one just may have been the hardest part thus far.
The new house is nice. I am currently in the basement, on the "family computer". We get our wireless hooked up tomorrow, so I can go back to making out with my laptop and the 4,000 songs on it.
My room is still a mess. I'll realize I'm missing something out of my closet, run over to Laura's room, and conveniently find it hanging up amidst the sea of Batman tees. Then I spend a good 5 minutes fuming and figuring out terrible forms of revenge. Whoowee. Laura's gonna have a fun summer.
Basically EVERYTHING I left in my closet during school somehow made it into her closet. Like she doesn't have enough in her closet already.
Shit. I have something in my teeth.
Ok, so move to Wixom was successful. My big gorgeous queen sized mattress is now being used by my mother and Earl (her boyfriend) and that pisses me off. I get the twin and I feel like I am going to fall off of it every time I move. I did actually, the other night. Right into a few boxes.
Mom says if I want a queen up at school, I pay for the mattress. Lucky for me, they cost way more than anyone would ever imagine a fucking mattress would cost. I am going to make my own, I think. This is bullshit. I'm too high maintenance for a twin bed.
So, I get to save up for a mattress, a TV, new speakers for my computer, and $1,600 to get my car fixed.
Fuck you, world.
Anyhow...
The awesome job I found is waitressing at the Honey Tree Grille on M5 and 14 mile. You allll know what I'm talking about. I work nights, 4-5 days a week, so come visit and leave me excessively large tips to show how much you love me. I work with a bunch of crazy foreigners, which is SO much fun. The other waitresses are Romanian, Bulgarian, Polish, blah blah. We've basically got a representative from every country in eastern Europe. They are so cute and helpful. The cooks are Albanian or Mexican...to be honest I really don't know I'm just guessing. The cooks all flirt and throw free food at me a lot. I'm not complaining. I could live off of pita bread I think.
My boss, Casey, is from Nepal. He says he is going to teach me Nepalese once I start remembering to put beets on all the Greek salads. That will probably never happen, so I'll stick with German and French for now.
I'm making some damn good money. I actually am a very good waitress. I can put up with a lot more shit than I thought I could. I like how it keeps me busy, and the amount I make depends on how much work I'm putting in. That somehow feels more gratifying.
As Casey says "You are ok, Rebecca. You do a good job. NOW GREEK DRESSING WITH THIS CARRY OUT! GO! ZOOM ZOOM ZOOM!"
I really do like my new job.
Yesterday was my first day off in 6 days, so I drove out to Grosse Pointe to be with John. I knew I would miss him, but I actually really really really really really miss him. Like it hurts when I think about how he's not across the building from me anymore. Shortly after arriving home, he was diagnosed with mono and hepatitis. So he's exhausted, his liver's all fucked up, he can't eat solid foods, and the whites of his eyes have turned yellow. The day after he was diagnosed, he was supposed to leave for China with his dad. Needless to say, he is not in China. He is spending day after day on his couch. It makes me sad.
I worried excessively for a few days, and then braved the freeways yesterday to see him.
Ok, so, we already know I'm clueless. But, WHO THE HELL DECIDED TO MAKE 96 AND 696 SUCH DIFFERENT FREEWAYS? ONE LITTLE NUMBER IS SURE TO CONFUSE SOMEONE! PEOPLE WHO MAKE HIGHWAYS ARE ASSHOLES!
I kind of missed the whole finding 696 part of going to GP, and ended up on 275 somehow. I called my mom who said 'Well you're almost in Ohio...maybe you shouldn't be driving'
I think she's right. I've done serious highway driving like, 4 times in my life. The only place I really know how to get to is Ann Arbor.
I found 696 eventually, but I was pissed and playing Britey Spears really loudly.
I hate highways.
Seeing John was fabulous. He said he was feeling better while I was there, even though his left gland made it look like he had a golf ball wedged in his neck. I met his mom, and she seemed to like me...
That got interesting.
John and I spent a good part of the day in his room, with the door closed. Now, I can see how a mother might freak out a little bit about that, but the majority of the time spent in his room was perfectly innocent. We were just hanging out and talking. I miss that so much.
Later, after some other very confusing and frustrating events, John and I were driving around GP when Mrs. Malone called and told him to get home and that I wasn't allowed in the house.
John was SO pissed. I was hurt and felt like a slutho.
So, I just drove home. I listened to sappy love songs and worried...some more.
After all, worrying is my forte.
Mrs. Malone hates me now and I'm no longer welcome in John's house. He's trapped in his house, she's threatening to kick him out, he's frustrated and all of this emotional trauma is not helping out his illness.
I just want to make it all better.
The selfish part of me really just wants him to move back to AA for the summer. He would be closer to me, and the Contour can make it to Ann Arbor. I could see more of him.
He'll get through this. He knows I'm there for him.
Today I unpacked more of my room, worked 5-8, and then met up with people at BDubs. Dave ate chicken like an animal and talked about sex
Becca- DAVID YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TALK ANYMORE!
Doig- Say 'yes' if you want sex
Dave-...yes...DAMMIT YOU TRICKED ME!
Kelsey and Kirsten are such stable individuals in my life. They're like sitcom characters. They never go through any major changes. I do enjoy them a great deal.
Steve's friends were all there too. Holy awkward. I sat down and said hi, and they seemed genuinely happy to see me there. Maybe I'll write Steve a letter...
After that I took Dave back here and showed him the new house. We hung out with my mom. On the drive home he and I had a heart to heart about college romances and whatnot.
To any and all females who would ever, EVER consider breaking David Kazanowski's heart: I will hunt you down and rip you apart with my bare hands. I swear it.
Dave's going to be in my life forever, I do believe.
Ok now it's time for bed.
My life never ceases to amaze me.
'When you sing, I cannot help but smile'
-Mariya, from work