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Entry VII
Since I was already at the store and there were still ten minutes or so left before we opened, I figured I would go inside and get everything ready. Well, not so much as get them ready as cleaning up the messes from the day before and reorganize everything to my quirky idea of perfection. Obsessive compulsive? No. Extremeley disoriented over this whole birthday nonsense? Yes.
It's funny, I always considered myself to not be the type to be affected by the goddamn holidays but for some reason I was just a nervous little wreck. It's not the first birthday away from my parents, so that shouldn't be a problem, it's not the first time I'm with Shanon, so that shouldn't be a problem either. What on earth was bothering me about this stupid thing?
Tommy. I hadn't seen him about this whole affair yet, maybe he was the center of the plot. Oh god! If they do the bachelor party style thing for me... he still has the punker clothes... Better not to think of that as a possibility.
Janet? I'm not worried about her. I swear I'm not. Who am I trying to justify myself to? Right, back to reasoning.
Shanon. Maybe she was coordinating this whole thing to be a mind game to me. Maybe there is no real bachelor party and it's going to be a normal nice party with nice things and nice food and nice people. Oh god - who am I kidding?
Claire. Like it or not, I was worried she was going to be the one to set me up for the fall.
Why am I stressing over this? Elton John goes in that section not this one. Seriously, there's got to be something else to think about besides this chaos. A DVD has no right to be on the game wall. Janet has nothing to do with this. Whoa, tickets to the Coldplay show sitting on the floor? Someone's gotta be missing those, I better check the registry.
And just like that, my mind went from chaos back to business. How? Hell if I know. Now I just have to spend a day without ruining it for myself talking to Janet. And once again, back to the cycle of chaos.
Now I know what good little school girls feel like when they get a crush, except, I didn't have a crush, right?
Since I was already at the store and there were still ten minutes or so left before we opened, I figured I would go inside and get everything ready. Well, not so much as get them ready as cleaning up the messes from the day before and reorganize everything to my quirky idea of perfection. Obsessive compulsive? No. Extremeley disoriented over this whole birthday nonsense? Yes.
It's funny, I always considered myself to not be the type to be affected by the goddamn holidays but for some reason I was just a nervous little wreck. It's not the first birthday away from my parents, so that shouldn't be a problem, it's not the first time I'm with Shanon, so that shouldn't be a problem either. What on earth was bothering me about this stupid thing?
Tommy. I hadn't seen him about this whole affair yet, maybe he was the center of the plot. Oh god! If they do the bachelor party style thing for me... he still has the punker clothes... Better not to think of that as a possibility.
Janet? I'm not worried about her. I swear I'm not. Who am I trying to justify myself to? Right, back to reasoning.
Shanon. Maybe she was coordinating this whole thing to be a mind game to me. Maybe there is no real bachelor party and it's going to be a normal nice party with nice things and nice food and nice people. Oh god - who am I kidding?
Claire. Like it or not, I was worried she was going to be the one to set me up for the fall.
Why am I stressing over this? Elton John goes in that section not this one. Seriously, there's got to be something else to think about besides this chaos. A DVD has no right to be on the game wall. Janet has nothing to do with this. Whoa, tickets to the Coldplay show sitting on the floor? Someone's gotta be missing those, I better check the registry.
And just like that, my mind went from chaos back to business. How? Hell if I know. Now I just have to spend a day without ruining it for myself talking to Janet. And once again, back to the cycle of chaos.
Now I know what good little school girls feel like when they get a crush, except, I didn't have a crush, right?