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Gold stars to Garrick for being a sweetheart, and also for being a kind person, an honest person, a patient person. I left my keys and lunch at his place this morning and he brought them down to my work unannounced. I blushed quite intensely and kept pawing at my face like I do. When he left, Erin exclaimed on his good looks and I tried not to beam.
This is ridiculous.
Tonight I'm feeling overwhelmed by the life I've chosen to create. I've had this image in my head for several weeks - bags of sand hanging from a rafter - half of them hanging loose, half of them resting on the top of a shelf. Growing up is each bag slipping off the shelf. I feel the weight pulling on my shoulders. I calm myself down with rationale, going over my budget, and the simple mantra of "I can do this".
I got my pay stub from my last pay check today and noticed that I'm getting paid $8.50, not minimum. This seems like a good thing, but it actually just makes me depressed because I'm feeling pinched money-wise and I'm not even making minimum.
I need someone to dye my hair. I respect my need for a drastic change in appearance for my upcoming 20th year, but I'm already spending $70-ish, so I want to do the dying not-professionally. Anyone interested? I'll need most of it bleach first, and then dyed.
I'm really, really excited about my plans as far as how I look. I talked to Kat today and she said as long as what I did doesn't scare the customers, it's cool.
Later, outside Garricks, smoking together under an umbrella:
N: "So I'm definitely peircing my lip."
G: "You won't be able to kiss me for two weeks or something."
N: "I can't smoke, either. [pause] What will we do together?!"
On Friday, I was at Lloyd Center looking for clothes pins (so hard to find! ahk!) and it was raining a little and this random guy comes up to me as I'm getting on my bike.
RG: "Don't you get wet?!"
N: "[pause] Yeah."
RG: "What's the point?!"
1. Getting wet isn't the end of the world; 2. the point is to save money, save gas, not own a car, have more freedom than the bus, get exercise; 3. how aren't you getting this?!
Customer: "I saw the huge Obama poster in your office. I'm so sick of Bush."
N: "Yeah. I was 11 when he first got in."
C: "[nods]."
N: "So these are the showcases we have - what exactly are you planning to display?"
C: "You were 11. That makes me so sad. It can be better than this - I promise you."
This is ridiculous.
Tonight I'm feeling overwhelmed by the life I've chosen to create. I've had this image in my head for several weeks - bags of sand hanging from a rafter - half of them hanging loose, half of them resting on the top of a shelf. Growing up is each bag slipping off the shelf. I feel the weight pulling on my shoulders. I calm myself down with rationale, going over my budget, and the simple mantra of "I can do this".
I got my pay stub from my last pay check today and noticed that I'm getting paid $8.50, not minimum. This seems like a good thing, but it actually just makes me depressed because I'm feeling pinched money-wise and I'm not even making minimum.
I need someone to dye my hair. I respect my need for a drastic change in appearance for my upcoming 20th year, but I'm already spending $70-ish, so I want to do the dying not-professionally. Anyone interested? I'll need most of it bleach first, and then dyed.
I'm really, really excited about my plans as far as how I look. I talked to Kat today and she said as long as what I did doesn't scare the customers, it's cool.
Later, outside Garricks, smoking together under an umbrella:
N: "So I'm definitely peircing my lip."
G: "You won't be able to kiss me for two weeks or something."
N: "I can't smoke, either. [pause] What will we do together?!"
On Friday, I was at Lloyd Center looking for clothes pins (so hard to find! ahk!) and it was raining a little and this random guy comes up to me as I'm getting on my bike.
RG: "Don't you get wet?!"
N: "[pause] Yeah."
RG: "What's the point?!"
1. Getting wet isn't the end of the world; 2. the point is to save money, save gas, not own a car, have more freedom than the bus, get exercise; 3. how aren't you getting this?!
Customer: "I saw the huge Obama poster in your office. I'm so sick of Bush."
N: "Yeah. I was 11 when he first got in."
C: "[nods]."
N: "So these are the showcases we have - what exactly are you planning to display?"
C: "You were 11. That makes me so sad. It can be better than this - I promise you."