BORED AT WORK...
The only bad thing that came out of working last semester was that i got used to actually working and then i came back here where i just sit for 3 hrs twice a week and die of boredom at this job. That and it only pays 8.50. Boooo. Anyway, i am bored so i thought i would tell yall whats been going on.
Last weekend was beyond fun and really made the semester i think. I wasn't in the room from early friday all the way to late sunday night, and yet Yan never even asked where i was or suggested that she may have been worried, because i mean i would have been worried if my roommate was gone FOREVER, but whatever... I was at rooms because rachel came up! and jared came down from montreal and we all had lots of fun going for 2 am drunken pizza craving adventures and painting pottery and having really political conversations as we were making towers of beercans and wine bottles... it was like a little city... anyway, jared really educated us that evening.. lol i learned alot about canada which you wouldnt think since the tower was finished by the time we were done... and him and i had a really deep conversation about how awesome ben franklin was... Rachel and i did some myspace recon and i found out that i no longer have to hate that skank that has been haunting my dreams for the last half a year... or her little girl... oh dammn. hahah. Yeah so ive been absolved and haven't looked back since. Wish is so funny because it was suchhh a bad idea, i mean if it would have gone the other way, as drunk as i was, it would have ruined the night.
Yesterday i did however have a little moment where i got all worked up again about that damn war. Mark talked me down though, which i love about him, because he put it as simple as this, "just another day" after he was talking about 3 rocket attacks earlier that day and i dont know... i try not to worry about him because i know that hes doing what he loves and hes pretty bad ass so i know he knows how to handle himself, but it all started with this stupid story we had to read in english about these kids who had their marine dads go to war and then died so they beat up and almost killed the recruiter from the town over and everyone loved this story and it took up like the whole class discussing it and it just got me all in a tizzy. I really just wish that Mark were coming home already... i miss his voice... but am so thankful i can talk to him about every day. :-D
Last weekend was beyond fun and really made the semester i think. I wasn't in the room from early friday all the way to late sunday night, and yet Yan never even asked where i was or suggested that she may have been worried, because i mean i would have been worried if my roommate was gone FOREVER, but whatever... I was at rooms because rachel came up! and jared came down from montreal and we all had lots of fun going for 2 am drunken pizza craving adventures and painting pottery and having really political conversations as we were making towers of beercans and wine bottles... it was like a little city... anyway, jared really educated us that evening.. lol i learned alot about canada which you wouldnt think since the tower was finished by the time we were done... and him and i had a really deep conversation about how awesome ben franklin was... Rachel and i did some myspace recon and i found out that i no longer have to hate that skank that has been haunting my dreams for the last half a year... or her little girl... oh dammn. hahah. Yeah so ive been absolved and haven't looked back since. Wish is so funny because it was suchhh a bad idea, i mean if it would have gone the other way, as drunk as i was, it would have ruined the night.
Yesterday i did however have a little moment where i got all worked up again about that damn war. Mark talked me down though, which i love about him, because he put it as simple as this, "just another day" after he was talking about 3 rocket attacks earlier that day and i dont know... i try not to worry about him because i know that hes doing what he loves and hes pretty bad ass so i know he knows how to handle himself, but it all started with this stupid story we had to read in english about these kids who had their marine dads go to war and then died so they beat up and almost killed the recruiter from the town over and everyone loved this story and it took up like the whole class discussing it and it just got me all in a tizzy. I really just wish that Mark were coming home already... i miss his voice... but am so thankful i can talk to him about every day. :-D