She used to need to hold her daddy's hand, and now she's getting strong.
So my parents are going to Quebec for a week, as of 6 am. So in four hours.
This makes karaoke this week pretty much impossible, since I get off work at nine, and it would take me probably over an hour to bus into Edmonton at that hour, never mind getting home again after. I've decided that the people who commented on the last post were right, and I shouldn't give up what I enjoy just because I don't want to see Michael and his girlfriend. Or at least, I'm assuming they're still dating, as I haven't talked to him since Saturday night, I think. Anyway. The point of this paragraph was to say that while I will be attending whenever I can in the next month (probably only twice, as this week is out and I'm in Vancouver for one week), I won't be able to this week.
Clearly tangents are not my friends. Or perhaps, just not the friends of coherency. Obviously.
Anyway. I'm also planning to be walking or biking to work for the next week, or taking the bus, depending on the weather. I'll also be taking the bus into the city for Juliet's birthday dinner. I haven't actually figured out how I'll get home again afterwards. I should work on that, I suppose. Much like I'll have to figure out how best to look like not-a-victim while walking home for an hour every night after work, since the buses are pretty much useless at that hour. (That hour being 9 pm.) The biggest problem with biking, you see, is that St. Albert is in a valley, and I live at the top of the valley, while both of my jobs are on the other side of the bottom of said valley. Going to work: fun. Biking home: death.
Equally fun: cleaning the house. I think I might, just because I will run out of things to do once I've finished the first season of Doctor Who (the new one) that I borrowed from Sylv. Maybe I'll finally tackle my bathroom. Throw out the excessive amount of bottles that have been lying around. Do some towel laundry. Wash the disgusting floor (which is brown, so Carla and I are really the only people who know how truly and utterly disgusting it really is). Also wash the counter, which is white, so you can plainly see how disgusting it is, despite being washed far more often than the floor.
Perhaps I should just make a to-do list. Of course, things like taking the garbage out are day-specific, but most of them I could just do whenever I get around to them. Fun times.
Can you tell I'm afraid to be alone and distraction-free for a week? 'Cause if you couldn't before, let me tell you: I'm more than a bit nervous. Not that I'm afraid I'll get robbed or raped in the night or whatever, though that will be a concern. No, this has far more to do with being afraid of having time to think.
On the other hand, I work every day except Friday, and I'm supposed to go dancing that night, so hopefully that'll make up for it. Dimitri's band is also playing downtown that night, around ten, so if I could swing by that, it would be awesome. Maybe on the way home? Especially if I'm taking the bus, since I'll probably have to catch it from downtown anyway.
Why yes, I am thinking out loud. Or at least, in writing. What of it?
On the bright side, I'm done at Ricki's/Bootlegger next Tuesday. I wonder if my mom will be back in time to pick me up. Probably not. Oh well. I also got my employee discount card yesterday, which I find immensely amusing. I'm not sure how, but I'm hoping to somehow manage a shopping spree at the Bootlegger and Ricki's in West Ed because they have more selection, then I can give the card back on Tuesday. It would have to be on Friday, though, and I don't know who's free. Maybe Charnelle. I haven't seen her in way too long, and we need to talk anyway.
Anyway. I think that's enough rambling for tonight. Tomorrow, I wake up, shower and feed animals, either bus or bike to work, work for eight hours, walk or bike home, and make myself something better than food court food for a meal while watching Doctor Who. I expect the week that follows will be strangely similar.
Deep breath. It's only a week, and then I leave for Vancouver five days after Mom gets back. Survival is possible.
'Cause you aren't there to let them know that they've been singing for far too long.
This makes karaoke this week pretty much impossible, since I get off work at nine, and it would take me probably over an hour to bus into Edmonton at that hour, never mind getting home again after. I've decided that the people who commented on the last post were right, and I shouldn't give up what I enjoy just because I don't want to see Michael and his girlfriend. Or at least, I'm assuming they're still dating, as I haven't talked to him since Saturday night, I think. Anyway. The point of this paragraph was to say that while I will be attending whenever I can in the next month (probably only twice, as this week is out and I'm in Vancouver for one week), I won't be able to this week.
Clearly tangents are not my friends. Or perhaps, just not the friends of coherency. Obviously.
Anyway. I'm also planning to be walking or biking to work for the next week, or taking the bus, depending on the weather. I'll also be taking the bus into the city for Juliet's birthday dinner. I haven't actually figured out how I'll get home again afterwards. I should work on that, I suppose. Much like I'll have to figure out how best to look like not-a-victim while walking home for an hour every night after work, since the buses are pretty much useless at that hour. (That hour being 9 pm.) The biggest problem with biking, you see, is that St. Albert is in a valley, and I live at the top of the valley, while both of my jobs are on the other side of the bottom of said valley. Going to work: fun. Biking home: death.
Equally fun: cleaning the house. I think I might, just because I will run out of things to do once I've finished the first season of Doctor Who (the new one) that I borrowed from Sylv. Maybe I'll finally tackle my bathroom. Throw out the excessive amount of bottles that have been lying around. Do some towel laundry. Wash the disgusting floor (which is brown, so Carla and I are really the only people who know how truly and utterly disgusting it really is). Also wash the counter, which is white, so you can plainly see how disgusting it is, despite being washed far more often than the floor.
Perhaps I should just make a to-do list. Of course, things like taking the garbage out are day-specific, but most of them I could just do whenever I get around to them. Fun times.
Can you tell I'm afraid to be alone and distraction-free for a week? 'Cause if you couldn't before, let me tell you: I'm more than a bit nervous. Not that I'm afraid I'll get robbed or raped in the night or whatever, though that will be a concern. No, this has far more to do with being afraid of having time to think.
On the other hand, I work every day except Friday, and I'm supposed to go dancing that night, so hopefully that'll make up for it. Dimitri's band is also playing downtown that night, around ten, so if I could swing by that, it would be awesome. Maybe on the way home? Especially if I'm taking the bus, since I'll probably have to catch it from downtown anyway.
Why yes, I am thinking out loud. Or at least, in writing. What of it?
On the bright side, I'm done at Ricki's/Bootlegger next Tuesday. I wonder if my mom will be back in time to pick me up. Probably not. Oh well. I also got my employee discount card yesterday, which I find immensely amusing. I'm not sure how, but I'm hoping to somehow manage a shopping spree at the Bootlegger and Ricki's in West Ed because they have more selection, then I can give the card back on Tuesday. It would have to be on Friday, though, and I don't know who's free. Maybe Charnelle. I haven't seen her in way too long, and we need to talk anyway.
Anyway. I think that's enough rambling for tonight. Tomorrow, I wake up, shower and feed animals, either bus or bike to work, work for eight hours, walk or bike home, and make myself something better than food court food for a meal while watching Doctor Who. I expect the week that follows will be strangely similar.
Deep breath. It's only a week, and then I leave for Vancouver five days after Mom gets back. Survival is possible.
'Cause you aren't there to let them know that they've been singing for far too long.