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I can see why wage labor ruins the industrial spirit, as if I didn't already know this before reading Marx, and if not, just waitress for 10 hours straight and you'll understand. Work, like much of everything else, has good and bad days. I've made friends with the majority of my fellow employees, so much so that they call me and invite me to go to parties with them, which I've yet to take up the offer on. I've been making decent money, and I enjoy playing the character of the model Southwestern student for the residents of Sun City when I visit their tables. They're always so impressed, I think I'm just good at telling white lies - only, they don't come back to haunt me, they pan out in decent tips due to my intensified charm.
The house always still has someone around to hang out with, Nick spends the majority of his job-free transition phrase on the couch playing various video games, but he is always in the mood for going out for a movie, for dinner, or to smoke cigarettes. Walker moved to his new apartment last week, but the only difference really is that we aren't sharing a wall anymore. Him and Taylor spend much of their time with the group, and I like doing things all together, even though I miss having Walker alone often like with the school semester. Stephen is leaving today for Houston, and his girlfriend, Laura, has been visiting all weekend. I didn't see much of them, but I enjoy having Stephen around, and it'll be sad not to see him in passing everyday once he goes home. David is sleeping on the couch, and it's cute how his blanket remains there waiting for him to return all day. Eva actually just texted me, and she's going to move in here for the rest of May term - SUPD kicked her out of KMB. Another body to the party, it's like a commune.
Last night Eva came over, and we made a light summer evening meal of salad, soup, and sorbet - the essential three S's - and we ate outside with the fireflies, candle light, and her kitten playing at our feet.
Eric visited me this weekend. We had dinner at Zeke and Colin's - they made chicken pasta, we drank wine, and discussed potential books for the summer reading club. The next night we went to Kendra and Carter's for a little while, had cheesecake, and listened to stoner banter - always the best kind. I miss him already, but our complications are wearing on me. I hope he visits often, but I'm also tired of being beside myself with confusion especially when I need to focus on so many other things at once. He's nice to talk with, and he's nice to have as part of my summer.
Last Friday, Walker, David, Taylor, and I went to Austin to have dinner with Kevin. We ate at some Mexican place in South Austin, went to Waterloo, and then went back to Kevin's apartment to play with Mr. Panda (his roommate's 20 lb cross-eyed cat) and to drink. Taylor and I bonded over the cat, and being the only girls, and I'm really glad that she'll be around this summer, especially with Nata in Serbia. Speaking of Nata, she's been writing really cute e-mails about her family, and it makes me miss her positive attitude.
I visited Ana and Deanna in San Marcos last week. Their apartment is Ikea-beautiful, and they seem like adults. Since when did reality become that my friends are actually the hip liberal college students with the good fashion and the downtown loft? I've been feeling old lately, but a good old.
My Vonnegut spree has continued, and Breakfast of Champions will be completed either today or tomorrow, depending on distractions.
Summer is houseguests, wine teeth, stained white shirts, sharing space, Bistro breakfasts, waiting for work, Scott Stapp stares (Eric has a Creed poster, and I put it on the wall for laughs), and a strange continuing transition into belonging.
So it goes?
The house always still has someone around to hang out with, Nick spends the majority of his job-free transition phrase on the couch playing various video games, but he is always in the mood for going out for a movie, for dinner, or to smoke cigarettes. Walker moved to his new apartment last week, but the only difference really is that we aren't sharing a wall anymore. Him and Taylor spend much of their time with the group, and I like doing things all together, even though I miss having Walker alone often like with the school semester. Stephen is leaving today for Houston, and his girlfriend, Laura, has been visiting all weekend. I didn't see much of them, but I enjoy having Stephen around, and it'll be sad not to see him in passing everyday once he goes home. David is sleeping on the couch, and it's cute how his blanket remains there waiting for him to return all day. Eva actually just texted me, and she's going to move in here for the rest of May term - SUPD kicked her out of KMB. Another body to the party, it's like a commune.
Last night Eva came over, and we made a light summer evening meal of salad, soup, and sorbet - the essential three S's - and we ate outside with the fireflies, candle light, and her kitten playing at our feet.
Eric visited me this weekend. We had dinner at Zeke and Colin's - they made chicken pasta, we drank wine, and discussed potential books for the summer reading club. The next night we went to Kendra and Carter's for a little while, had cheesecake, and listened to stoner banter - always the best kind. I miss him already, but our complications are wearing on me. I hope he visits often, but I'm also tired of being beside myself with confusion especially when I need to focus on so many other things at once. He's nice to talk with, and he's nice to have as part of my summer.
Last Friday, Walker, David, Taylor, and I went to Austin to have dinner with Kevin. We ate at some Mexican place in South Austin, went to Waterloo, and then went back to Kevin's apartment to play with Mr. Panda (his roommate's 20 lb cross-eyed cat) and to drink. Taylor and I bonded over the cat, and being the only girls, and I'm really glad that she'll be around this summer, especially with Nata in Serbia. Speaking of Nata, she's been writing really cute e-mails about her family, and it makes me miss her positive attitude.
I visited Ana and Deanna in San Marcos last week. Their apartment is Ikea-beautiful, and they seem like adults. Since when did reality become that my friends are actually the hip liberal college students with the good fashion and the downtown loft? I've been feeling old lately, but a good old.
My Vonnegut spree has continued, and Breakfast of Champions will be completed either today or tomorrow, depending on distractions.
Summer is houseguests, wine teeth, stained white shirts, sharing space, Bistro breakfasts, waiting for work, Scott Stapp stares (Eric has a Creed poster, and I put it on the wall for laughs), and a strange continuing transition into belonging.
So it goes?