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Target has been so gracious as to give me off last Sunday-Friday, but is making me work 8 hours today. But seeing as it's the only time I work this week, I can deal with it. Tomorrow, fucking New Years Day, I work 8:45-3. There is no way that people are going to be in the store until about 10, anyway. Sheeeeeesh. I shouldn't complain.
Christmas was okay. It was very...intimate? We were pretty much all to ourselves, very little indirect family involvement (at least for me). I worked Xmas Eve and I went to dinner at Chris's. He gave me my presents and we came back to my house so he can open his. My family was at my grandmother's house, but we didn't go because it's always so packed and it seemed pointless when it was about 9 (although they didn't come home until 11).
The next day, we opened gifts and had the usual brunch. Chris came over and that was about it. I suppose the entire vacation (minus Thursday) was spent with Chris, either over at my house, or his, going out to eat, seeing a movie, etc.
Stacy asked me to go with her to some concert on Thursday, sooo I went. I don't like the local punk shows. I mean, there's a reason I got out of going to these things 2 years ago. But anyway, we went to City View beforetime, then went, left a little early, got more food, and went back to Stacy's. Some other girls came over and we drank and whatnot. I ended up throwing up, which was strange because I never do.
Sheila wanted to go to breakfast in the morning, and I got to meet this guy she's been spending so much time with lately. So I left at like 9 in the morning, went to breakfast, got home. Before I can even do anything, like shower or straighten my hair, Andrew calls me to go out to Panera for lunch. I haven't spent time with him in so long, so of course I said yes.
Lunch with Andrew was exactly what I needed. We did all the normal catching up, talked about our relationships, college, school, the whole nine yards. It's funny because in subtle ways, it feels like we're more mature. I mean, we still kid around and sometimes act like we used to, but conversation seems to be geared towards different topics.
Afterwards, Jess came over, and we waited for Chris. My sister forced Chris to play that goddamn DDR with her (he was very adamantly against it). We went to Party City so I could get noisemakers for tonight. When we got home, my mom said she wanted some, so we went back out to Party City and over to Don Pablos for dinner. Jill wanted whipped cream, so we stopped at Giant, also. While Chris and I waited in the car, he started telling me that I'm a dream and all of that stuff. He's been known to [very] rarely say these sorts of things at random, but I'm wondering if my joking about him not giving compliments spurred this talk. Who knows. He can be so cute sometimes.
Chris and I were very close/affectionate when we all got back to my house. I know Jill especially hates PDA (I'm not necessarily fond of it either), and maybe it's a bit weird because my dad was right there, too. Oh well, kids will be kids. Jess started falling asleep so she left, and Jill went upstairs. Chris and I tried watching The Wall again, but got distracted for awhile, then I fell asleep.
Tonight, after I work until 8(!!!!!), Chris is coming over for New Years. Just the two of us. I'll see when the time comes if I want to drink or not, but I'm not completely driven to do so. Except it'll be kinda dumb since I want him to stay over, and drinking would be the excuse. Maybe just a little.
My life is always the same now. School, college shit (but that will be over, soon!), Chris, Chris, Chris, work. I hate when girls spend too much time with their boyfriends and not enough with friends. I see myself turning into that, but it's also different because Chris and I were friends to begin with, and last year I began hanging out with him a lot, as friends. He and I aren't necessarily alike, but we complement one another well.
Mehhhhhhh. Happy New Years.
Christmas was okay. It was very...intimate? We were pretty much all to ourselves, very little indirect family involvement (at least for me). I worked Xmas Eve and I went to dinner at Chris's. He gave me my presents and we came back to my house so he can open his. My family was at my grandmother's house, but we didn't go because it's always so packed and it seemed pointless when it was about 9 (although they didn't come home until 11).
The next day, we opened gifts and had the usual brunch. Chris came over and that was about it. I suppose the entire vacation (minus Thursday) was spent with Chris, either over at my house, or his, going out to eat, seeing a movie, etc.
Stacy asked me to go with her to some concert on Thursday, sooo I went. I don't like the local punk shows. I mean, there's a reason I got out of going to these things 2 years ago. But anyway, we went to City View beforetime, then went, left a little early, got more food, and went back to Stacy's. Some other girls came over and we drank and whatnot. I ended up throwing up, which was strange because I never do.
Sheila wanted to go to breakfast in the morning, and I got to meet this guy she's been spending so much time with lately. So I left at like 9 in the morning, went to breakfast, got home. Before I can even do anything, like shower or straighten my hair, Andrew calls me to go out to Panera for lunch. I haven't spent time with him in so long, so of course I said yes.
Lunch with Andrew was exactly what I needed. We did all the normal catching up, talked about our relationships, college, school, the whole nine yards. It's funny because in subtle ways, it feels like we're more mature. I mean, we still kid around and sometimes act like we used to, but conversation seems to be geared towards different topics.
Afterwards, Jess came over, and we waited for Chris. My sister forced Chris to play that goddamn DDR with her (he was very adamantly against it). We went to Party City so I could get noisemakers for tonight. When we got home, my mom said she wanted some, so we went back out to Party City and over to Don Pablos for dinner. Jill wanted whipped cream, so we stopped at Giant, also. While Chris and I waited in the car, he started telling me that I'm a dream and all of that stuff. He's been known to [very] rarely say these sorts of things at random, but I'm wondering if my joking about him not giving compliments spurred this talk. Who knows. He can be so cute sometimes.
Chris and I were very close/affectionate when we all got back to my house. I know Jill especially hates PDA (I'm not necessarily fond of it either), and maybe it's a bit weird because my dad was right there, too. Oh well, kids will be kids. Jess started falling asleep so she left, and Jill went upstairs. Chris and I tried watching The Wall again, but got distracted for awhile, then I fell asleep.
Tonight, after I work until 8(!!!!!), Chris is coming over for New Years. Just the two of us. I'll see when the time comes if I want to drink or not, but I'm not completely driven to do so. Except it'll be kinda dumb since I want him to stay over, and drinking would be the excuse. Maybe just a little.
My life is always the same now. School, college shit (but that will be over, soon!), Chris, Chris, Chris, work. I hate when girls spend too much time with their boyfriends and not enough with friends. I see myself turning into that, but it's also different because Chris and I were friends to begin with, and last year I began hanging out with him a lot, as friends. He and I aren't necessarily alike, but we complement one another well.
Mehhhhhhh. Happy New Years.