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I've developed a kind of bad habit. My internal chronometer is four or five hours off of where it theoretically should be. See, I've become partially nocturnal. Instead of 8am to 11pm or so, I pretty much live 10am or 11am to 3am or 4am. This is not going to be helpful when I start classes again. >.>
My brother is here. I've seen him twice. I had to be at work just about the time his train got in, since it was 2 hours late (Amtrak = SNAFU), but Mom stopped by work with him so I could say hi and give him a hug. Then I got home from work and he was in the tv room. I brought Melita, the little, very shy kitty up to see him, and then remembered that I had to watch a movie so that I could get it back to festegurl92101 , but he didn't want to... so he just left the room. Oooooookey doke. ? I know I'm a vidiot (video-idiot, also known as media junkie), but I just don't get that. Not even so much the not-wanting-to-see-the-movie part; I can comprehend that. I donno, I just... I don't get him. At all.
I got a haircut! I got a few inches off, apparently enough to have it donated. It's about an inch or two below my shoulders now, and I'm still not used to it. Though, during the cutting process (and taken out of context, doesn't that sound awesome. w.w) I reaffirmed that I HATE HATE HATE having my hair in my face. I have it back almost 100% of the time, sleeping aside, because I hate having strands brushing my face. I don't know why, but it just makes my skin crawl. Blegh.
Working at the Friars after a few months is a little weird. Mostly because everything has changed! That'll do it, no? They've redone the whole lobby (a good thing) and even though I've been in and ushered since the reno, working with it is different. Then there's the fact that the company running the credit cards for the ticketing software is apparently wacked, since we can't run cards for ticketing, so that whole thing is different and a little confusing, meaning that the simple thing of taking reservations over the phone is fraught with irritation since I'm still not used to it. I haven't seen either of the shows yet, and I'll only have ONE CHANCE to see Santaland Diaries, which is traumatic. I WILL see it, even if Tristan (my brother) is an ass and doesn't want to. It's important to me, so I hope he can recognize that and try to share that with me, but I'm at the point where if he doesn't, then to hell with it, I'm going on my fucking own. I even got someone to take my shift at the Dixie so that I could see both Santaland and Carol. So... stuff. Also? I think that Dr. Ralph was a jackass to me, but I couldn't quite tell, and when I started to stress over it, I realized that was a waste of time because I generally just don't care. He may be brilliant in some respects, but he can also be rather self important. Don't get me wrong, he is important, especially at the Friars. He's one of the co-founders. But that doesn't mean he's sparkley magical and I can pull 3 primo seats for the really popular show the day after tomorrow (which he hates anyway) out of my ass for him. ...On second thought, maybe I am a little cranky about it. ~_~
Blah blah. Nyeh.
In better news, Mom found my iPod, so I might actually have cool music for most of the ride down to Georgia. Oh my gods. I'm going to be stuck in a car with my brother all the way to Georgia. And back again. I'm not quite sure how to feel about that. o.O
My brother is here. I've seen him twice. I had to be at work just about the time his train got in, since it was 2 hours late (Amtrak = SNAFU), but Mom stopped by work with him so I could say hi and give him a hug. Then I got home from work and he was in the tv room. I brought Melita, the little, very shy kitty up to see him, and then remembered that I had to watch a movie so that I could get it back to festegurl92101 , but he didn't want to... so he just left the room. Oooooookey doke. ? I know I'm a vidiot (video-idiot, also known as media junkie), but I just don't get that. Not even so much the not-wanting-to-see-the-movie part; I can comprehend that. I donno, I just... I don't get him. At all.
I got a haircut! I got a few inches off, apparently enough to have it donated. It's about an inch or two below my shoulders now, and I'm still not used to it. Though, during the cutting process (and taken out of context, doesn't that sound awesome. w.w) I reaffirmed that I HATE HATE HATE having my hair in my face. I have it back almost 100% of the time, sleeping aside, because I hate having strands brushing my face. I don't know why, but it just makes my skin crawl. Blegh.
Working at the Friars after a few months is a little weird. Mostly because everything has changed! That'll do it, no? They've redone the whole lobby (a good thing) and even though I've been in and ushered since the reno, working with it is different. Then there's the fact that the company running the credit cards for the ticketing software is apparently wacked, since we can't run cards for ticketing, so that whole thing is different and a little confusing, meaning that the simple thing of taking reservations over the phone is fraught with irritation since I'm still not used to it. I haven't seen either of the shows yet, and I'll only have ONE CHANCE to see Santaland Diaries, which is traumatic. I WILL see it, even if Tristan (my brother) is an ass and doesn't want to. It's important to me, so I hope he can recognize that and try to share that with me, but I'm at the point where if he doesn't, then to hell with it, I'm going on my fucking own. I even got someone to take my shift at the Dixie so that I could see both Santaland and Carol. So... stuff. Also? I think that Dr. Ralph was a jackass to me, but I couldn't quite tell, and when I started to stress over it, I realized that was a waste of time because I generally just don't care. He may be brilliant in some respects, but he can also be rather self important. Don't get me wrong, he is important, especially at the Friars. He's one of the co-founders. But that doesn't mean he's sparkley magical and I can pull 3 primo seats for the really popular show the day after tomorrow (which he hates anyway) out of my ass for him. ...On second thought, maybe I am a little cranky about it. ~_~
Blah blah. Nyeh.
In better news, Mom found my iPod, so I might actually have cool music for most of the ride down to Georgia. Oh my gods. I'm going to be stuck in a car with my brother all the way to Georgia. And back again. I'm not quite sure how to feel about that. o.O