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So, I'm... going to Canada on Monday. Am coming back Friday. Canada. Canada, wtf. This was not my idea, but rather my mother's attempt to force the French language on me. (Or at least the grocery-store brand of the French language, what with this being Canada and all.) But! I get to take Marielle with me, so hopefully mother will either be driven stark raving mad by the combined eighteen hours spent in the car with us and will never try to make me "well-traveled" wtf driving from New Jersey to canada is not being well-traveled, it is going on a mildly extended day trip in this manner again.
Still, should be fun, so I guess I'm looking forward to it. :D
Finished working at Alicia's today, thank goodness... I dunno how much longer I could have stood that son of hers, my God, does he have to have the attention focused on him and his desires at every possible moment? And he doesn't listen to me, and just barely to his mother, and his mother is really fucking frightening when she's pissed. Like, lowered voice, red in the face, Italian-New Jersey rage. I feel sort of bad at how much I dislike this kid when he opens his mouth, because he's sort of nice and friendly otherwise, but it's like he is on a constant high and he has to bring everybody -absolutely everyone except the people in charge, who are just trying to Ruin His Fun so He Must Cop an Attitude - with him. Agh, I'm being too hard and too self-righteous, whatever, sorry kid. Plus side, found out the twelve year old in the little kid's class actually does have some kind of disorder, which cleared a million and two things up, and stopped me from being so annoyed at her since she now had a viable reason for the various issues at hand.
But you know? I liked working there. Hell, I could have been working in a fast food joint, or something. And this paid well. I'm going to do this job during the school year, I think.
Still have to pick up paychecks for last two weeks, forgot to do it today. I... am tired. And I... have a cold.
I am sick, and this is not cool. :C I have not written in ages, but! I mostly finished ____'s birthday presents. I miss people. Come talk to me, people. Come give me things, people.
Also revisited Really Not So Horrible Crush Confession That Probably Could Have Gone Better, and am wondering if I am entirely bizarre for having the "FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST" reaction that I did. Realize it isn't terribly important and now I am free to oggle.
Don't care if it was long! Momentary lapse in Happy. 8D But the happy's back!
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Still, should be fun, so I guess I'm looking forward to it. :D
Finished working at Alicia's today, thank goodness... I dunno how much longer I could have stood that son of hers, my God, does he have to have the attention focused on him and his desires at every possible moment? And he doesn't listen to me, and just barely to his mother, and his mother is really fucking frightening when she's pissed. Like, lowered voice, red in the face, Italian-New Jersey rage. I feel sort of bad at how much I dislike this kid when he opens his mouth, because he's sort of nice and friendly otherwise, but it's like he is on a constant high and he has to bring everybody -absolutely everyone except the people in charge, who are just trying to Ruin His Fun so He Must Cop an Attitude - with him. Agh, I'm being too hard and too self-righteous, whatever, sorry kid. Plus side, found out the twelve year old in the little kid's class actually does have some kind of disorder, which cleared a million and two things up, and stopped me from being so annoyed at her since she now had a viable reason for the various issues at hand.
But you know? I liked working there. Hell, I could have been working in a fast food joint, or something. And this paid well. I'm going to do this job during the school year, I think.
Still have to pick up paychecks for last two weeks, forgot to do it today. I... am tired. And I... have a cold.
I am sick, and this is not cool. :C I have not written in ages, but! I mostly finished ____'s birthday presents. I miss people. Come talk to me, people. Come give me things, people.
Also revisited Really Not So Horrible Crush Confession That Probably Could Have Gone Better, and am wondering if I am entirely bizarre for having the "FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST" reaction that I did. Realize it isn't terribly important and now I am free to oggle.
Don't care if it was long! Momentary lapse in Happy. 8D But the happy's back!
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