Flying Around Like Combat Air Patrol or Somefing
Every muscle aches from my neck down--I am so sore! I spent 90 very vigorous minutes outside shoveling the heavy wet snow from the driveway yesterday. Again, the exercise was welcome relief after hearing news that Dad was admitted to the hospital yesterday. he was experiencing similar dizzy, light-headed spells to the ones surrounding his previous heart problems/surgery. Park Ridge Hospital informed Dad that his cardiologist was also ill (along with all of Dad's other doctors). So he was sent home, to be confined to his bed until further notice, since no one can diagnose his condition.
The bad news just keeps coming, but not without a divine peace to help see me through it all. Having great friends helps, too...
I had two voicemails that totally made my day. Tim S just called to see if I was doing okay; he heard about John and wanted to check on me. I'm so glad he cared enough to call me...strangely enough it's my friends who have been here for me instead of my family...Next, Emily M called about an incomprehensibly awesome job offer. It sounds utterly perfect...for beginners--I'll be making $10.50/hour if I pass the interview process, and I can work almost any hours I want!
I was off to get my lunch today when I noticed the strangest thing...it must be free day! *Jason's favourite non-holiday holiday* There were booths with flyers, including a "Kisses & Condoms" booth...don't worry Mom, I walked right by that one without stopping...but then there was a Coca-Cola-sponsored table. After nearly vomiting that they dare set foot inside my school (interesting...I only take ownership of MCC when it's convenient for me to make a point), the Diet Dr. Pepper dude screamed to sample a free can of it. I walked on, ignoring his plea and shaking my head in disgust. Sorry, I'm not that low. I won't sell out on Pepsi, even for a free drink! I will not be your pop-pusher. EVER.
*Cough* So I decided that eating for lunch sounded to be in good order, so I wandered in the food court for a spell before I decided to purchase a Subway meatball sub, my sole love in life (ok, so that issue is compromised a little, give me a break). I was alone, so I had no choice but to eavesdrop on the couple in front of me in the long line. The chick, although dressed smart, was incredibly distracting. Her Jessica Simpson-Britney wannabe voice and valley-girl nature gave her personality away all too soon. She was a ditz, and that meant that she wasn't going to shut up anytime soon.
Simpson ponders her most challenging brainteaser yet - "Is it liquid or is it ice?"
"Oh my GOSHHHH, don't tell me that! You LOVE it when I'm drunk! I'm not annooooooying! [hideous drones of fake laughter at herself] Did you hear about Gina?! OH my GOSHHHH [continued clingy movements and insignificant chatter]"
Her boyfriend seemed to be reveling in her stupidity, whilst I wanted to strangle her. I was freed from her voice as soon as it became my turn to order (did you know that Subway calls their sub-makers Sandwich Artists? I think political correctness should be shot. That's just wrong.).
I collected my goods and instinctively picked out an ice cream bar from the frozen bin while I waited in line to check out. I smiled at the cashier; and she seemed to really appreciate the simple gesture. She didn't ring up the frozen Crunch bar, but I didn't say anything. I think we both pretended that I didn't have that goodie next to my Subway bag. I feel guilty enough to confess it to the entire Internet community, but not honest enough to go back and make her charge me for it. My completely invalid excuse is that this school owes me! I think I'm gonna stick to that for the no-one-ever-knows-how-much-the-ice-cream-costs-anyway-since-it's-never-posted-anywhere story for now.
Those roller backpacks now come with light up wheels?? How ghettofabulous is that?!!!!!!!!
OMG that is flirty boy right over there, a mere table across from me! He just noticed me...oh, and yes, that was a wave of his hand...but I don't think he has the audacity to leave his friends and come sit with me. We have the most random meetings...
I had Rupe practice last night...I love the group members, yet an unsettling doom is convincing me that my destiny will disallow me to graduate beyond background vocals and occassional percussing. My dreams of forefront leading are quickly spiraling away.
Brad missed the bus this morning, but I was able to be his heroine (not heroin...there's a difference) and drive him to school. I was up early because Katie needed a ride into MCC and the airport, and we were scheduled to leave around 7:15 anyway. She's gonna leave her car in our driveway for the two week duration she spends in Florida.
College is so easy this semester...that facet appeals to my lazy, bored half, and it simultaneously frustrates my motivated, intelligent half (assuming it's an equal share, but that can be debated). One more class to freedom...oh, Nick, I meant to tell you that I think the 'OOOoooOOO' song is the same one as 'Vindaloo'. I want to download the tune, but I don't know where to get it. Any suggestions?
Chelsea, I've thought extensively about your encouragement on Monday night. I want to thank you/shout out that your faith in me is an amazing driving force in my life. I love you!