I like chai
I really like chai (that's chai with soy, or "a small soy chai, please"). I'm at a café near our apartment right now, doing email, lj, ichat with Kaiti Anderson (what a fun person)...seeing as how we don't have internet at our apt...I never thought I'd become so addicted! So work wasn't that bad today, but I am sad that I will be moving from place to place each week--I'm really starting to make some friends and my supervisor is pretty cool. But alas, this is a summer job--money, money, money...it's all that's important for this job. That and job experience for future applications and such. Anyway, the permant people who work at this job (aka the adults/"older people") do so much backbiting/backstabbing...it's so funny to listen to them! "Why isn't she back here, I just saw her over by the truck and then she just wandered off...well, that's Tanya for you..." or "Remember when Connie said to come to me or Tanya for help? Well, you can't go to her when she doesn't even frickin' know what she's doin'..." But it's hilarious when Tanya complains to me about Jinie just after Jinie complained to me about Tanya...Oh, the joys of the working world...
So, my mom just called while I was writing this...Aparently my grandma is "getting worse." She's losing her mind...demetia I think they call it. It's kind of sad for me, but I was never that close to her. But my mom is so depressed about it, I feel so bad for her. What an aweful thing to go through, watching your parents deteriorate...I tried to get her mind off of it by telling her about my day and my grades for this semester. I recieved two A/Bs and two Bs...a 3.2 something (kind of a change from high school 3.8...) but everyone talks about the transition between hs and college and the drop in GPA (Why do B's look so evil?) But my mom was happy for and proud of me; she felt a little better (mission accomplished). I feel bad, too, for adding the stress of having your first-born away from home (I sort of threw the "I'm want to stay in Madison for the summer" on her at the last minute...), but it has to happen sometime. I still feel bad, though.
Well, I think I'll be able to shake the caffeine rush from the chai by the time I bike home and get ready for bed. It feels so lame going to bed at 10pm, though (I hate waking up at 630...).
And I'm off...
So, my mom just called while I was writing this...Aparently my grandma is "getting worse." She's losing her mind...demetia I think they call it. It's kind of sad for me, but I was never that close to her. But my mom is so depressed about it, I feel so bad for her. What an aweful thing to go through, watching your parents deteriorate...I tried to get her mind off of it by telling her about my day and my grades for this semester. I recieved two A/Bs and two Bs...a 3.2 something (kind of a change from high school 3.8...) but everyone talks about the transition between hs and college and the drop in GPA (Why do B's look so evil?) But my mom was happy for and proud of me; she felt a little better (mission accomplished). I feel bad, too, for adding the stress of having your first-born away from home (I sort of threw the "I'm want to stay in Madison for the summer" on her at the last minute...), but it has to happen sometime. I still feel bad, though.
Well, I think I'll be able to shake the caffeine rush from the chai by the time I bike home and get ready for bed. It feels so lame going to bed at 10pm, though (I hate waking up at 630...).
And I'm off...