and the sun shines on the bay...
i worked last night. i was serving for a little over 4 hours. and i came home with $60 in tips, and it was slow yesterday. i'm really starting to get used to this whole "having money again" thing, but getting large sums not included in my paycheck is something completely new to me. i don't mind it at all.
my phone has been narcoleptic the last few days. people are getting mad at me for "ignoring" their calls. as much as i can't wait to get my new phone in the mail and finally be with verizon, i'm considering keeping it off for a few days to experience life without a cell phone again. not that 50% of the last year hasn't been exactly that....
my dad called last night, and i talked to him for quite a while. somewhere in the conversation, he asked me if i had a fake i.d. "no," i replied.
"it's okay, you can tell me if you do."
"haha, honestly dad, i don't. i wish i did."
"well you should see if you can get one by august 5th, there's a show i want to take you to in portland, but it's 21+."
"you know mom would kill me, and you, right?"
"i won't tell her."
i adore my dad. i always have. but i never imagined he would encourage me to get a fake. especially not while i'm in the position that i'm in (that being living in a college town and my friends here basically all being 21 or older). a lot has happened in the last year and a half-ish, and i know he started to worry about me a lot more, but i think he's realizing that i'm intelligent and mature enough to handle myself (for the most part...). i really love my papa.
i can't go to joan jett this weekend; there are reasons not worth explaining. so this leaves me with a friday night through monday off work, and i'm considering going to portland anyway, and maybe going clubbing (i've still never gone) or to a show or two. problem is, my car can't make it to p-town, so i'll have to take the bus unless anyone with a car wants to join in. i basically want to at least get a motel room and spend some time (and money...) in that city.
kat said she'd be coming down today. i don't like the fact that i never believe anything she says anymore, because she never, ever follows through. i hope she proves me wrong this time.
last night i went across the way to bob's and split a bottle of raspberry-currant wine with him. it didn't taste at all like raspberry or currant, but it was definitely acceptable. it was nice to be off my feet, and just chill out. but of course the witty banter turned serious, like when i declared that i'm calling him m&m from now on. he and hazard are going out to breakfast at their friend katie's work this morning, which explains why i'm awake at 8am. it's been a very long time since i've been up this early. thankfully it hasn't really hit me yet.
i should really call lindsey and make an appointment to get my hair cut. at this point i'm definitely growing it out. it's past the phase where i REALLY wanted to chop it off, and now it's just at the irritating gets-in-my-mouth-while-wrestling stage. but i want to chunk it a bit. i used to hate managing my hair when it was long, but i've honestly grown to love it.
i'm thinking if kat doesn't show, i might take this day for myself. i've got a couple movies i want to watch, some items i've been dying to buy, and some f. scott to read while floating in the pool.
yeah, sounds copasetic.
my phone has been narcoleptic the last few days. people are getting mad at me for "ignoring" their calls. as much as i can't wait to get my new phone in the mail and finally be with verizon, i'm considering keeping it off for a few days to experience life without a cell phone again. not that 50% of the last year hasn't been exactly that....
my dad called last night, and i talked to him for quite a while. somewhere in the conversation, he asked me if i had a fake i.d. "no," i replied.
"it's okay, you can tell me if you do."
"haha, honestly dad, i don't. i wish i did."
"well you should see if you can get one by august 5th, there's a show i want to take you to in portland, but it's 21+."
"you know mom would kill me, and you, right?"
"i won't tell her."
i adore my dad. i always have. but i never imagined he would encourage me to get a fake. especially not while i'm in the position that i'm in (that being living in a college town and my friends here basically all being 21 or older). a lot has happened in the last year and a half-ish, and i know he started to worry about me a lot more, but i think he's realizing that i'm intelligent and mature enough to handle myself (for the most part...). i really love my papa.
i can't go to joan jett this weekend; there are reasons not worth explaining. so this leaves me with a friday night through monday off work, and i'm considering going to portland anyway, and maybe going clubbing (i've still never gone) or to a show or two. problem is, my car can't make it to p-town, so i'll have to take the bus unless anyone with a car wants to join in. i basically want to at least get a motel room and spend some time (and money...) in that city.
kat said she'd be coming down today. i don't like the fact that i never believe anything she says anymore, because she never, ever follows through. i hope she proves me wrong this time.
last night i went across the way to bob's and split a bottle of raspberry-currant wine with him. it didn't taste at all like raspberry or currant, but it was definitely acceptable. it was nice to be off my feet, and just chill out. but of course the witty banter turned serious, like when i declared that i'm calling him m&m from now on. he and hazard are going out to breakfast at their friend katie's work this morning, which explains why i'm awake at 8am. it's been a very long time since i've been up this early. thankfully it hasn't really hit me yet.
i should really call lindsey and make an appointment to get my hair cut. at this point i'm definitely growing it out. it's past the phase where i REALLY wanted to chop it off, and now it's just at the irritating gets-in-my-mouth-while-wrestling stage. but i want to chunk it a bit. i used to hate managing my hair when it was long, but i've honestly grown to love it.
i'm thinking if kat doesn't show, i might take this day for myself. i've got a couple movies i want to watch, some items i've been dying to buy, and some f. scott to read while floating in the pool.
yeah, sounds copasetic.