Maybe it means nothing, but I'm afraid to move.
So mom's home now.
Yesterday was pretty much crap. Giving me an eight hour shift on my second-last day at Ricki's was a bad way to convince me to stay. Admittedly, they did give me an 11-4 shift on my last day, which was a nice shift, but it was with Evil Shift Supervisor, so that kind of ruined it. Cindy asked me to stay anyway. She told me I could pick two shifts a week, whichever ones I wanted. I said I'd think about it, but I don't think I will. Much as I love having access to cheap clothes, I'm tired of clothing retail, and I've only been at it for three months. I don't need that sort of stress on a permanent basis. So I'll have to tell her "no" when I go in to give back the employee discount card that I totally forgot to give back at the end of my shift.
Today, after work, I did some last-shift shopping while waiting for Carla to come get me. We went home, where I showed her the first three and a half episodes of Wonderfalls. She seems to like it, so that's awesome. I'll have to bring it with me if I ever manage to go visit her before she moves in with Megan and Benny. Or I could just show it to them, too, I suppose. After dinner, we went to Second Cup to meet Andy and Peter, the latter of whom I'd heard of but never met, and the former of whom I see on the bus pretty regularly, but never say hi to, since I'm me. (I think I'm in a mood for run-ons.) They're good people. We then played pool at Pockets, which is fun, and I always forget how much fun pool is. I'm thinking I'm going to try to go again in the next few weeks, depending on who I can drag with me. We'll see.
After pool, Carla and I headed toward the airport. She introduced me to Kate Nash, and I wanted to introduce her to Ingrid Michaelson (who sounds immensely similar, minus the accent) but didn't have her on my ipod, so I put on Jesse Crowley instead. Why yes, I am a creepy fangirl or one of my friends' brothers. I like the friend better, though, so it's all good. (Yay Simon! We need to have tea sometime!)
So we picked up my mom, dropped off Carla, got home safely. I came on here to check up on my fringe-going plans, and have since been bumming around, putting off sleep for no real reason.
I made a discovery in the time that I've been on here: looking at photos makes it infinitely easier to miss where I was last summer. They don't even have to be photos from last summer, they can just be photos related to him, or the me of last summer. This is both an unfortunate discovery and a useful discovery. Unfortunate because discovering it has left me a bit off for the past hour or so, but useful because it means I know not to look at photos unless I know I'll be okay with it. So 2 AM? A bad time for that.
Anyway. It's nearly 3 AM, and I work in twelve hours, and I guess I'll be dropping off that confirmation deposit cheque on Thursday because I won't be able to wake up in time to go in tomorrow and be back for work. So tomorrow night, perhaps no internet once I get home from karaoke. If I go. I'd like to go, so I can give those jeans back. Maybe that grey sweater, too. The frag t-shirt is debatable, though. I'm sure he's got fourteen more from this year's, so he doesn't need that one.
Wow. Definitely time for bed. I'm hitting that bitterly wistful point, and that's never good. At least I know that it's wistful for the past, not the present. The present is far too... different.
Okay. Enough rambling. Bedtime.
Yesterday was pretty much crap. Giving me an eight hour shift on my second-last day at Ricki's was a bad way to convince me to stay. Admittedly, they did give me an 11-4 shift on my last day, which was a nice shift, but it was with Evil Shift Supervisor, so that kind of ruined it. Cindy asked me to stay anyway. She told me I could pick two shifts a week, whichever ones I wanted. I said I'd think about it, but I don't think I will. Much as I love having access to cheap clothes, I'm tired of clothing retail, and I've only been at it for three months. I don't need that sort of stress on a permanent basis. So I'll have to tell her "no" when I go in to give back the employee discount card that I totally forgot to give back at the end of my shift.
Today, after work, I did some last-shift shopping while waiting for Carla to come get me. We went home, where I showed her the first three and a half episodes of Wonderfalls. She seems to like it, so that's awesome. I'll have to bring it with me if I ever manage to go visit her before she moves in with Megan and Benny. Or I could just show it to them, too, I suppose. After dinner, we went to Second Cup to meet Andy and Peter, the latter of whom I'd heard of but never met, and the former of whom I see on the bus pretty regularly, but never say hi to, since I'm me. (I think I'm in a mood for run-ons.) They're good people. We then played pool at Pockets, which is fun, and I always forget how much fun pool is. I'm thinking I'm going to try to go again in the next few weeks, depending on who I can drag with me. We'll see.
After pool, Carla and I headed toward the airport. She introduced me to Kate Nash, and I wanted to introduce her to Ingrid Michaelson (who sounds immensely similar, minus the accent) but didn't have her on my ipod, so I put on Jesse Crowley instead. Why yes, I am a creepy fangirl or one of my friends' brothers. I like the friend better, though, so it's all good. (Yay Simon! We need to have tea sometime!)
So we picked up my mom, dropped off Carla, got home safely. I came on here to check up on my fringe-going plans, and have since been bumming around, putting off sleep for no real reason.
I made a discovery in the time that I've been on here: looking at photos makes it infinitely easier to miss where I was last summer. They don't even have to be photos from last summer, they can just be photos related to him, or the me of last summer. This is both an unfortunate discovery and a useful discovery. Unfortunate because discovering it has left me a bit off for the past hour or so, but useful because it means I know not to look at photos unless I know I'll be okay with it. So 2 AM? A bad time for that.
Anyway. It's nearly 3 AM, and I work in twelve hours, and I guess I'll be dropping off that confirmation deposit cheque on Thursday because I won't be able to wake up in time to go in tomorrow and be back for work. So tomorrow night, perhaps no internet once I get home from karaoke. If I go. I'd like to go, so I can give those jeans back. Maybe that grey sweater, too. The frag t-shirt is debatable, though. I'm sure he's got fourteen more from this year's, so he doesn't need that one.
Wow. Definitely time for bed. I'm hitting that bitterly wistful point, and that's never good. At least I know that it's wistful for the past, not the present. The present is far too... different.
Okay. Enough rambling. Bedtime.