you kids and your hardcore music.
I'm listening to my residents walk down the halls, talking loudly of this and that. I hear Paul come out of his office with a hoola hoop. I have no idea why he has a hoola hoop. It's pink, by the way. I'm waiting for Amanda to come pick up the envelope left in my box with her name on it. Well, that's not the only reason I'm in here, but I know I'll feel relieved when she finally picks up this... thing. I know what it is. She checked in late, and this is her fine.
Wednesday is my first program. I'm doing a very unorganized board game night with freshly baked cookies. Too bad they will not be from scratch. I'm totally hitting up the Betty Crocker. Someone was baking cookies earlier, and I thought to myself, "That's what Wednesday night will smell like." I really want a good turn out and to have fun. It should be good.
Tracey said she'd come visit me tonight. Hopefully she'll call beforehand, otherwise I might be in my Staff meeting. She'll probably come and talk to me about a guy she's dating. Gahh. That boy. I've known him for about two years. She's all like "Why didn't you tell me he was like this?!" Because I didn't know! I didn't know he was clingy. I didn't know he was that kind of guy that says, "Oh I miss you" when you're still in his presence. I didn't know he took the celebrity crushes so seriously. Which she and I had a great laugh about it. Usually I get his side of the story (still whiney), but getting her side was nice too! He made her seem so distant and whatnot, when she was just trying to have a nice, laid back relationship (if that's possible? idk). Tough schnoogins, I tell ya. And as previously mentioned, I hear both sides. I feel like a therapist. Really. And I barely have relationship experience, and they come to me. Me. The girl who's had only one boyfriend. I guess I'm a good listener? Yes, I listen. I like listening. It's good stuff. I'd be a therapist or psychologist or whatever, but I'm afraid I'd start analyzing my friends and family. My mom already does that.
This week's been good so far. Oh yeah, it's only Monday. Right. But it's still good. I'll definitely be busy (when am I not?), but i'll have fun.
Wednesday is my first program. I'm doing a very unorganized board game night with freshly baked cookies. Too bad they will not be from scratch. I'm totally hitting up the Betty Crocker. Someone was baking cookies earlier, and I thought to myself, "That's what Wednesday night will smell like." I really want a good turn out and to have fun. It should be good.
Tracey said she'd come visit me tonight. Hopefully she'll call beforehand, otherwise I might be in my Staff meeting. She'll probably come and talk to me about a guy she's dating. Gahh. That boy. I've known him for about two years. She's all like "Why didn't you tell me he was like this?!" Because I didn't know! I didn't know he was clingy. I didn't know he was that kind of guy that says, "Oh I miss you" when you're still in his presence. I didn't know he took the celebrity crushes so seriously. Which she and I had a great laugh about it. Usually I get his side of the story (still whiney), but getting her side was nice too! He made her seem so distant and whatnot, when she was just trying to have a nice, laid back relationship (if that's possible? idk). Tough schnoogins, I tell ya. And as previously mentioned, I hear both sides. I feel like a therapist. Really. And I barely have relationship experience, and they come to me. Me. The girl who's had only one boyfriend. I guess I'm a good listener? Yes, I listen. I like listening. It's good stuff. I'd be a therapist or psychologist or whatever, but I'm afraid I'd start analyzing my friends and family. My mom already does that.
This week's been good so far. Oh yeah, it's only Monday. Right. But it's still good. I'll definitely be busy (when am I not?), but i'll have fun.