Catching Up
Well, it's certainly been awhile since I wrote last, and lots of things have been happening! So many that I needed to put them behind a cut!
I have watched so many movies lately (Paul Blart: Mall Cop, Cat Baillou, Night at the Museum 2, The Breakfast Club, Return to Oz, Hogan's Heroes season 3, The Triumph of Love, The Last Unicorn, Star Trek, Valkyrie) and listened to so much music (Kate Bush, Florence and the Machine, Snowbird, Hannah Fury, Black Eyed Peas, Fever Ray, The Knife, Cocteau Twins). After months of being nearly penniless, I've gotten my first paycheck from Zoombeezi Bay and finally have money again. Last night I bought a Foxhound shirt at Hot Topic, and a pretty little pencil holder made of pink satin with Disney Princesses on it on sale at the Disney Store.
My parents had their 25th Anniversary in May, but since they were gone on a celebratory trip to San Antonio, and we were all swamped with more graduation parties/ceremonies than I could have imagined, we decided to put off the party til June. My brothers and I took them out to Applebee's for dinner, and then gave them a small party with cake at home.
I decorated the dining room myself, and made the cake (Lenore frosted it) before I put the strawberries on. It was all kind of rushed and spurr-of-the-moment, but I think it came out very pretty, and they really liked it (and the Poirot DVD's we gave them.)
While they were away, my aunt (not really my aunt, but a close family friend) had her baby girl, Anaya.
We visited them all a little a little after my parents got back and I took pictures. Anaya was so precious and tiny, we all took turns holding her. She was so small and warm, and her skin was incredibly soft and she smelled so sweet.
I've started working. I don't really like it. I was supposed to be able to have a retail job, but I've been given a job in food prep instead. I cannot express how sick I am of working with food. I'm tired of the mess and the heat, of always having to keep your hands clean, and the insane rushes whenever 12:00 or 5:00 come by, how I always end of on closing shift and how "closing" means being made into a glorified janitor. This job is exactly like that, but hotter and longer than anything I've ever done. I have to wear plastic gloves that make me hands so sticky and hot they're beet red after a few hours. I am tired of it already. Yesterday it was very slow in the morning, and they let almost everyone go, including my boss. Then it got really busy at around 2:00 and continued that way until lclose, and there were only 3 people left manning the stand, with me as the only person in front. I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, and didn't get a break until almost 7:00, and iIt was so hot and stressful and busy that I started to feel sick. By the end of it I was nauseated and shaking, looking spaced-out and making sandwiches with no meat in them, and starting to act so noticeably tired and wierd that my brother (who works with me) had me go stand in the freezer to cool off. I think I might have been getting heat exhaustion, but I was afraid to go see the Medical Center about it, because the stand wouldn't be able to keep working without me. So, I stayed through the whole day, and managed to get through by drinking a lot of water, but when I got int the car I just lay there very tired, and ended up getting sick on the way home. Thankfully, this week my shift is much shorter, and I have an appointment set up for Tuesday, to take the cash handling test everyone must go through before they can operate the register. Hopefully after I take I'll be able to move to a cashiering job, and maybe end up working at the air-conditioned, pretty-looking Surfshop I've been dreaming of.
My father and I are planning to buy or build a little outbuilding to turn into my studio/bedroom. I haven't let on, because I'm a little afraid it won't really happen, but I'm so excited. I can see it right now, looking something like a cross between a the inside of a sail boat and a fairy tale cottage, with white painted walls, and a loft for my bed. There would be sliding glass doors, and lots of little windows, and I would have a window seat where I could sit and read in the light. I would grow white and red roses by the door, and the shelves would be full of pretty things, snowglobes, glittery nail polish, decorated boxes, picture frames, beatiful books and miniatures ships in full sail. I would hang mirrors with seashell covered frames from the walls and fairy lights from the rafters. It would be like having a little house all to myself, without having to move away from my family. I hope it can really be mine soon.
I have watched so many movies lately (Paul Blart: Mall Cop, Cat Baillou, Night at the Museum 2, The Breakfast Club, Return to Oz, Hogan's Heroes season 3, The Triumph of Love, The Last Unicorn, Star Trek, Valkyrie) and listened to so much music (Kate Bush, Florence and the Machine, Snowbird, Hannah Fury, Black Eyed Peas, Fever Ray, The Knife, Cocteau Twins). After months of being nearly penniless, I've gotten my first paycheck from Zoombeezi Bay and finally have money again. Last night I bought a Foxhound shirt at Hot Topic, and a pretty little pencil holder made of pink satin with Disney Princesses on it on sale at the Disney Store.
My parents had their 25th Anniversary in May, but since they were gone on a celebratory trip to San Antonio, and we were all swamped with more graduation parties/ceremonies than I could have imagined, we decided to put off the party til June. My brothers and I took them out to Applebee's for dinner, and then gave them a small party with cake at home.
I decorated the dining room myself, and made the cake (Lenore frosted it) before I put the strawberries on. It was all kind of rushed and spurr-of-the-moment, but I think it came out very pretty, and they really liked it (and the Poirot DVD's we gave them.)
While they were away, my aunt (not really my aunt, but a close family friend) had her baby girl, Anaya.
We visited them all a little a little after my parents got back and I took pictures. Anaya was so precious and tiny, we all took turns holding her. She was so small and warm, and her skin was incredibly soft and she smelled so sweet.
I've started working. I don't really like it. I was supposed to be able to have a retail job, but I've been given a job in food prep instead. I cannot express how sick I am of working with food. I'm tired of the mess and the heat, of always having to keep your hands clean, and the insane rushes whenever 12:00 or 5:00 come by, how I always end of on closing shift and how "closing" means being made into a glorified janitor. This job is exactly like that, but hotter and longer than anything I've ever done. I have to wear plastic gloves that make me hands so sticky and hot they're beet red after a few hours. I am tired of it already. Yesterday it was very slow in the morning, and they let almost everyone go, including my boss. Then it got really busy at around 2:00 and continued that way until lclose, and there were only 3 people left manning the stand, with me as the only person in front. I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, and didn't get a break until almost 7:00, and iIt was so hot and stressful and busy that I started to feel sick. By the end of it I was nauseated and shaking, looking spaced-out and making sandwiches with no meat in them, and starting to act so noticeably tired and wierd that my brother (who works with me) had me go stand in the freezer to cool off. I think I might have been getting heat exhaustion, but I was afraid to go see the Medical Center about it, because the stand wouldn't be able to keep working without me. So, I stayed through the whole day, and managed to get through by drinking a lot of water, but when I got int the car I just lay there very tired, and ended up getting sick on the way home. Thankfully, this week my shift is much shorter, and I have an appointment set up for Tuesday, to take the cash handling test everyone must go through before they can operate the register. Hopefully after I take I'll be able to move to a cashiering job, and maybe end up working at the air-conditioned, pretty-looking Surfshop I've been dreaming of.
My father and I are planning to buy or build a little outbuilding to turn into my studio/bedroom. I haven't let on, because I'm a little afraid it won't really happen, but I'm so excited. I can see it right now, looking something like a cross between a the inside of a sail boat and a fairy tale cottage, with white painted walls, and a loft for my bed. There would be sliding glass doors, and lots of little windows, and I would have a window seat where I could sit and read in the light. I would grow white and red roses by the door, and the shelves would be full of pretty things, snowglobes, glittery nail polish, decorated boxes, picture frames, beatiful books and miniatures ships in full sail. I would hang mirrors with seashell covered frames from the walls and fairy lights from the rafters. It would be like having a little house all to myself, without having to move away from my family. I hope it can really be mine soon.