Countdown to D-Day
April 10, 2007
It is now so, and so many days from Tressa’s wedding in May. Sad really, that I don’t know the exact date. Oh well, dates were never my fancy, nor were names. I just live life day by day, or at least attempt to. Why? Well it seems that every time I do plan ahead, things fall through and I am left to piece things together again. It’s like making a quilt of failures in my honest opinion, and it gets boring over time. For once in my life I would like something to stick. Rather something that will actually hold true through the test of time. Whether or not this something is tangible, is another thing that I really don’t care about. It could be real, a person, an animal, a rock, or it could be a goal, a mindset, a dream, it doesn’t matter. Just as long as it is something that doesn’t slip through my fingers or falter with time. It’s amazing how many people become dependent on stability. Hell, I gladly admit that I am one of them. However, my stability is a tease. Something that is short-lived and exists in what I call the Real Life Tale of Fairy Tales. I know, it’s something that I just came up with, so it shouldn’t really make sense. Anyway, I suppose that I should talk about my day and get some stuff off my chest. Let the plot thicken in this ramble of mine.
Today was an interesting day. I woke up to my Mom’s calling, not my alarm clock. Surprise, surprise, she wanted me to get up and do a load of laundry before class. Now don’t get me wrong. I love my Mom, but she should know that rest is needed in order to stay awake in boring lectures. So, I rolled my clumsy arse out of bed and went to do a load of laundry four hours before my class even started. While I am doing this, my Mom has the nerve to make a request. It isn’t unusual, I know, but her request set me on the brink. “Whitney, do you think that you could dye your hair back to your natural color for the wedding?” Don’t you love it when parents corner you and pull the whole, ‘do it for your sibling’ card? I don’t, but who am I to argue? It would only end ugly, and I wasn’t in the mood to play Marco-Polo or Duck ‘n Cover. So, I agreed. WooTzie on my part, I suppose.
Shortly after, Bronwyn comes to the house. She works at the store with me, along with my family. I admit to being spoiled. Right here and right now, I admit it. My family is a bit on the lazy side, (AKA: Not having enough time to clean the house.) so my Mom has Bronwyn come over to clean the house. She does a pretty good job, or at least a better job than I would have. Now that I look back on it, I’ve always had someone else clean the majority of the house. Anyways, back to the point and my ramble/rant/rave/escape/wtfti. Due to this, my habit of not being able to go back to sleep after waking up, is further influenced by distraction. I decide to lounge around a bit and watch Ever After on the tellie. It’s one of my favorite movies for some odd reason. It was actually a relief to sit down and watch the movie. It made me feel at peace, as if I finally found solace. After the movie, I did what I normally don’t do. I fixed my hair and put make up on! Yes, I can hear the gasps now. Base, powder, eye shadow, and mascara, the only stuff I use when it comes to facial products.
Then it came time to leave for class. I walked out the door and was immediately overwhelmed with the scent of old mustard. Or at least that is what I thought of once I took in a deep breath and coughed. It made me yearn for those open fields and clean air. Class was pretty much a bore, filled with Spanish, rather something that I won’t use in the so called ‘Real World.’ Why? Well, I don’t know about you, but I don’t hear people speak proper Spanish outside the classroom. Everything has been down-sized or laymen-sized to slang. It just doesn’t make that much sense to me why we take courses that won’t fully be applied. Oh well, I suppose that is why I am not on the Education Board or what ever the damned thing is called that makes lives ten times harder on students. After class, I take a good old bus ride to my car that is more or less five miles away from the actual campus. Shitty, I know. Oh well, it keeps me from having to parallel park. I never could do that without hitting the cones. Everything appeared to be going alright. Hell, my car window that was stuck for three weeks finally decided to roll down for me. I celebrated by going to Sonic Drive-in. Nothing like saying, ‘Hell yeah’ like chomping down on a double cheese-burger and sipping a strawberry shake. (AKA: My Usual order.)
Work was alright, could have been better and could have been worse. I was tempted to claw a customer’s face off for ruining the section that I was working on, but lo and behold, I still have some patience left. I even think that I made the usual ass-hole customer be kind today. Everyone was shocked, including my manager. Kudos to me, I know. I guess it goes to show that when respect is given, respect is received, or something along those lines. Who knows, he could’ve been having an off day. Either way, it felt good to see his kinder side. Not too mention that even selling him a pair of boots was a miracle!
After work, I went to make an appointment for the changing of hair color and cut. Bought a couple of shirts and came home to sweet mama. Dinner was left to the microwave, rather TV dinners. Yummy! Better than nothing, I know, but I miss the home cooked meals.
Though, I have to say that one thing made my day completely awesome. It was the perfect ending to have. I got a phone call and actually caught up with someone I hold dear to heart. It was great. I needed it. I think he did too. It just made my night to hear his voice. I would go on, but I am going to save something for tomorrow. A hint though, it will do with a Phoenix.