A more legit life update
I now work at the Borders in Manassas. For those that don't know, I quit my job at Don Pablo's because it was basically shit. This new development makes me happy, mostly because my bank account is dwindling much to my dismay. Also, it seems I'll be more suited to this new job. Part 2 interview today was with Ann, who said Sean (from part 1) had only good things to say about me. She liked my answers to her interesting questions (a few examples from the many questions asked: If you won the lottery, what would you do with the money? Other than the cop out answer "pay for school"? Probably travel. Where? Oh, everywhere. Greece, or Ireland for starters. If you still wanted to work after winning the lottery, so money wasn't an option, what would you do? Direct films, or maybe be a television producer.) She said I have a "very eclectic personality, which we definitely like here". Mini wave in celebration of me. Heh heh.
Yesterday after lunch at Panera with Mrs. Kingsbury and her students (plus Blake), I was on the compy when my mom got back from dropping Jo off at work. Gelly had been talking about how crazy her parents have been as of late, so I was feeling unusually grateful towards my parents. Let's face it, I'm not exactly financially supported by them and I still kind of resent my mom's unambitious attitude, but they have always let me be independent. They've never enforced a curfew and while they appreciate when I tell them where I'm going and doing, they don't ever stop me from doing so. They've always trusted me. So because of a sudden appreciation of this after hearing about Gelly's misfortune, I uncharacteristically thanked my mom for always being cool and easy-going and letting me do my thing. She looked like she was going to cry. Then, unexpectedly, she said something along the lines of, "Well, we trust you, you've always been too independent for us, anyway. And I'll admit, Joanna told me you have tried drinking before, but I trust you're smart about it, not blacking out or doing anything stupid."
UNEXPECTED. I was a bit irked at Jo for ratting me out, but at the same time kind of relieved. I mean, mom and dad always talked about underage drinking so negatively, I never wanted to tell them. And while I still think dad doesn't know, and shouldn't, mom was so unbelievably OK with it (at least on the surface, but she seemed sincere). She expressed that if I did drugs, I'd be disowned, but we all know how I feel about that, so that's not a problem. Then we had the first real talk we've had in forever. Yes, I'm still angry with her for going on a trip to Utah for some goddamn Best Family Reunion when we were near forclosure only a few weeks ago and she's always bitching about how broke we are. And yes, I'm still (perhaps selfishly) bitter about not getting any graduation gift, money or otherwise. I'm still keeping these grudges to myself. But we had a gooood talk. She's only gotten really drunk once with an ex-boyfriend. I told her I've only puked once, and that was mostly because I was drinking on an empty stomach. I, of course, didn't go into explicit details about my escapades, but enough. It felt really good.
I also allayed her curiosity on whether I've had sex or not. I think she's afraid I'm going to and not tell her. She said that when I do, I can tell her, but I don't have to because I am an adult now and it's my business. Yeah. My mom said that. I know I'm not usually one to brag about my parents but go on, you can be jealous. She asked a bit about what's been going on lately with friends, too, and I mentioned at one point how uptight Gelly's parents are being with her freedom, especially with school and her boyfriend. I obviously won't go into detail since that would be horribly indiscreet, I'm just using this as an example because my mom cannot fathom the Reeves' stance at all. She holds that Gelly is an adult now, and a smart, self-sufficient one at that, and should be free to make her own decisions now; school, boyfriend, and otherwise.
My point is, this sudden expression of respect for me made me for the first time in a long time feel close to my mother. I've still got issues, but who doesn't, right? I don't want to speak too soon, but I think I've turned a corner of my relationship with her, and I'm honestly really glad I have.
The play is over, which makes me very sad. It was a really good time and I'll miss being that drunken clown. It's probably good I'll have a break from parties, though. I'm beat. I'm thinking of auditioning for "Arsenic and Old Lace". Casting only calls for a few females, ages 20-60, but people have encouraged me to try anyway, saying that being "in" with FCT can sometimes make them overlook age.
One down note: boys are still very, very stupid.
But otherwise, things are on the up and up.
Anyway, I'm now chilling at Steph and Seth's for a bit. That's part of the beauty of working in Manassas- I can go home if I want, or I can stay here. I'm not stuck in either place for the majority of next year. I went by the salon to visit Steph and tell her the news. I like hanging out there- as silly as it sounds, just waltzing in, saying hi to whatever girl is working the counter, and then moseying on over to Steph's station makes me feel rather chic; you know, in with the beauty salon crowd. They basically all know me there, and often times Steph's client will know me, too, either from stories or if it's one of her older clients from my childhood.
And now I'm here at the house. Their internet is out and the guy's coming to fix it Saturday. But I'm now on their new Sony VAIO laptop that's picking up someone's wireless signal (heh heh). Steph explained the purchase of this $1200 equipment, "The internet's down, so you know, buy a laptop". This amused me greatly, and the greedy part of my heart hopes I can pull shit like that one day.
And I'm digging AIM XM radio. Woooot.
AND Vince proposed to Jen!! Is it wrong that that makes me giddy?
Yesterday after lunch at Panera with Mrs. Kingsbury and her students (plus Blake), I was on the compy when my mom got back from dropping Jo off at work. Gelly had been talking about how crazy her parents have been as of late, so I was feeling unusually grateful towards my parents. Let's face it, I'm not exactly financially supported by them and I still kind of resent my mom's unambitious attitude, but they have always let me be independent. They've never enforced a curfew and while they appreciate when I tell them where I'm going and doing, they don't ever stop me from doing so. They've always trusted me. So because of a sudden appreciation of this after hearing about Gelly's misfortune, I uncharacteristically thanked my mom for always being cool and easy-going and letting me do my thing. She looked like she was going to cry. Then, unexpectedly, she said something along the lines of, "Well, we trust you, you've always been too independent for us, anyway. And I'll admit, Joanna told me you have tried drinking before, but I trust you're smart about it, not blacking out or doing anything stupid."
UNEXPECTED. I was a bit irked at Jo for ratting me out, but at the same time kind of relieved. I mean, mom and dad always talked about underage drinking so negatively, I never wanted to tell them. And while I still think dad doesn't know, and shouldn't, mom was so unbelievably OK with it (at least on the surface, but she seemed sincere). She expressed that if I did drugs, I'd be disowned, but we all know how I feel about that, so that's not a problem. Then we had the first real talk we've had in forever. Yes, I'm still angry with her for going on a trip to Utah for some goddamn Best Family Reunion when we were near forclosure only a few weeks ago and she's always bitching about how broke we are. And yes, I'm still (perhaps selfishly) bitter about not getting any graduation gift, money or otherwise. I'm still keeping these grudges to myself. But we had a gooood talk. She's only gotten really drunk once with an ex-boyfriend. I told her I've only puked once, and that was mostly because I was drinking on an empty stomach. I, of course, didn't go into explicit details about my escapades, but enough. It felt really good.
I also allayed her curiosity on whether I've had sex or not. I think she's afraid I'm going to and not tell her. She said that when I do, I can tell her, but I don't have to because I am an adult now and it's my business. Yeah. My mom said that. I know I'm not usually one to brag about my parents but go on, you can be jealous. She asked a bit about what's been going on lately with friends, too, and I mentioned at one point how uptight Gelly's parents are being with her freedom, especially with school and her boyfriend. I obviously won't go into detail since that would be horribly indiscreet, I'm just using this as an example because my mom cannot fathom the Reeves' stance at all. She holds that Gelly is an adult now, and a smart, self-sufficient one at that, and should be free to make her own decisions now; school, boyfriend, and otherwise.
My point is, this sudden expression of respect for me made me for the first time in a long time feel close to my mother. I've still got issues, but who doesn't, right? I don't want to speak too soon, but I think I've turned a corner of my relationship with her, and I'm honestly really glad I have.
The play is over, which makes me very sad. It was a really good time and I'll miss being that drunken clown. It's probably good I'll have a break from parties, though. I'm beat. I'm thinking of auditioning for "Arsenic and Old Lace". Casting only calls for a few females, ages 20-60, but people have encouraged me to try anyway, saying that being "in" with FCT can sometimes make them overlook age.
One down note: boys are still very, very stupid.
But otherwise, things are on the up and up.
Anyway, I'm now chilling at Steph and Seth's for a bit. That's part of the beauty of working in Manassas- I can go home if I want, or I can stay here. I'm not stuck in either place for the majority of next year. I went by the salon to visit Steph and tell her the news. I like hanging out there- as silly as it sounds, just waltzing in, saying hi to whatever girl is working the counter, and then moseying on over to Steph's station makes me feel rather chic; you know, in with the beauty salon crowd. They basically all know me there, and often times Steph's client will know me, too, either from stories or if it's one of her older clients from my childhood.
And now I'm here at the house. Their internet is out and the guy's coming to fix it Saturday. But I'm now on their new Sony VAIO laptop that's picking up someone's wireless signal (heh heh). Steph explained the purchase of this $1200 equipment, "The internet's down, so you know, buy a laptop". This amused me greatly, and the greedy part of my heart hopes I can pull shit like that one day.
And I'm digging AIM XM radio. Woooot.
AND Vince proposed to Jen!! Is it wrong that that makes me giddy?