My first real week of summer
This week is my first real week of summer. I happily ended my 3-week accounting class with an A to show for my 3/4-assed work. Now comes summer. I didn't exactly enjoy the thought of a 4-hour workday and then having nothing else to do but sit around, so I have applied at JcPenny's, Kirkland's, Old Navy, and Game Stop.
I hate feeling "bleh". I'd rather just plain be in a bad mood. Perhaps it is a "case of the Mondays". Perhaps it is because I managed to get most of my hair curled with the exception of the entire back section. Perhaps it is the fact that I'm wearing a skirt because I have nothing else that's clean. Perhaps it is the stress of wondering if anyone I applied to this weekend will call me back. It could be a lot of things.
My car had to get jumped yesterday. That's the first time it has ever not started when I turned the key. It was also the first time I felt completely helpless in a situation because I had no idea how to jump a car, or who would be able to help me do it. It turns out that the main problem is corrosion on the battery, which is actually a little pricey to have cleaned at a shop, so I am to wait until I go back to Amarillo so dad can clean it. Until then, if it doesn't start, my father, in his wisdom told me how to take care of the battery..."bang on it with a wrench". Thanks dad.
In other news, Christina has asked me to sing at her wedding. Of course, I said yes. I'm looking forward to it so much. One of the songs is what looks like an Australian love song that has been sung at the weddings of three generations of Christina's family, which I think is so cool. I'd better not screw it up.
I'll be going back to Amarillo in a couple of days. The last time I went, it simply didn't feel right. While I did get to spend time with mom, my other friends seemed a little too preoccupied for me. I tried meeting a few of them at Roasters, but now, even just setting foot in the coffee shop makes me wish I wasn't there. I miss the way things used to be. I miss my old friends, but almost feel too far away to come back. Maybe I'm just a stick in the mud and want to hang on to things I know. I bet I'm the youngest stick in the mud ever.
I hate feeling "bleh". I'd rather just plain be in a bad mood. Perhaps it is a "case of the Mondays". Perhaps it is because I managed to get most of my hair curled with the exception of the entire back section. Perhaps it is the fact that I'm wearing a skirt because I have nothing else that's clean. Perhaps it is the stress of wondering if anyone I applied to this weekend will call me back. It could be a lot of things.
My car had to get jumped yesterday. That's the first time it has ever not started when I turned the key. It was also the first time I felt completely helpless in a situation because I had no idea how to jump a car, or who would be able to help me do it. It turns out that the main problem is corrosion on the battery, which is actually a little pricey to have cleaned at a shop, so I am to wait until I go back to Amarillo so dad can clean it. Until then, if it doesn't start, my father, in his wisdom told me how to take care of the battery..."bang on it with a wrench". Thanks dad.
In other news, Christina has asked me to sing at her wedding. Of course, I said yes. I'm looking forward to it so much. One of the songs is what looks like an Australian love song that has been sung at the weddings of three generations of Christina's family, which I think is so cool. I'd better not screw it up.
I'll be going back to Amarillo in a couple of days. The last time I went, it simply didn't feel right. While I did get to spend time with mom, my other friends seemed a little too preoccupied for me. I tried meeting a few of them at Roasters, but now, even just setting foot in the coffee shop makes me wish I wasn't there. I miss the way things used to be. I miss my old friends, but almost feel too far away to come back. Maybe I'm just a stick in the mud and want to hang on to things I know. I bet I'm the youngest stick in the mud ever.