Summer Lovin’ (or lovin’ summer?)
Saturday
D. is putting up tons of pictures from his trip … I like getting a taste of what he’s doing but honestly most of the pictures are of historical stuff from the area (not really my thing). I’m sure to an extent it would be cooler if you were actually there (still, I doubt it would entirely be my thing based upon past experiences), but it gets a little old after awhile. I know him pretty well and I know that if I’ve become jaded from seeing somewhat repetitive historical yet cool-looking things, he probably will at some point too. Should I appreciate my experiences more? Probably. Should I exude positive emotion that just isn’t there? Probably not.
I just want to talk to him, but with the time difference and him being really busy (and me being busy to an extent), it’s hard to plan. Plus, he’s on one of those (god-awful) big group tours where you are basically tied to doing what the group wants to do. I’m leaving on a trip in a couple days for about five, and I doubt the place I’m staying will have internet, so I won’t really be talking to him then either. Oh well, it’s only a couple more weeks.
Anywho, my social life (“social life”) seems to have picked up since he left. Now I’m hanging out all the time with S. and M. Last night, the three of us met up with my coworker and some of her friends at a restaurant/bar. B. (the coworker) was being really nice and trying to include them and everything, but she’d brought friends who knew each other and everything, so it was a bit awkward. Afterwards, we were tentatively invited to come out with them, but since B. had left I figured it’d be really awkward (and they were just asking to be nice). So M. and I went back to her house, while S. went running with a friend. We talked for awhile about her situation with (a different) D. and just lots of stuff. Hanging out with her a lot has made it a ton easier to talk to her. We actually get along really well when we’re not playing the awkward small-talk game. Eventually S. came back, and the three of us looked at old pictures and eventually went on (another) walk. We ended up at our old elementary school, where we played on the playground. M. learned how to hang upside down on the monkey bars. We took a ton of pictures of everything, naturally :-p. Eventually my mom started texting me (weird, right?) and sounded kind of pissed, so then I was in a bad mood and went home pretty soon after.
Today the fam left for the trip, and I’ll be coming with my aunt in a few days. Until then, I’m responsible for both my brother and my cat. I’m not sure which is harder to take care of … my brother is at a sleepover tonight, so I’m going to be throwing a little sleepover of my own with my friends. And maybe some special adult drinks, who knows. Tomorrow I need to get my stuff together for the trip (laundry, packing, books to read, etc.). I just got off work (at 9 instead of midnight, woohoo!) so that gives me plenty of time to have a “real” Saturday night. And I made a whole $8 in tips … I know, I’m just swimming in money.
Oh, and I looooove summer and wish it would never end.
Em
Closing Time
Friday
Now that the summer is almost coming to a close, and work with it, I have mixed feelings about it all. I’m sad that summer’s ending (ok, not for a month, but I know that will fly by), and I’m sad that I won’t be working side by side with such lovely people anymore. Honestly, working with B. can get a little rocky at times (when she tries to be the know it all), but if I match her instead of just backing down, it works out quite nicely. Most of the time we get along quite well and she’s the best work friendship I’ve had. She invited me to come out to dinner tonight with her and some friends, and I’m going to bring a couple of mine, as well. She also offered to take me out on my birthday which would be awesome. She’s a lot of fun and knows tons of people so it would be a blast.
Anyway, so I’ll miss seeing her every day, and my boss is also super-chill. She can get stressed out sometimes, but she’s genuinely a really nice person.
Also, after the summer’s over I won’t see my friend M. nearly as much, and we’re getting closer since a lot of our other friends are out of town this summer. It’s easier to be better friends when there are less of you. The stupidity quotient of conversations is typically lower the smaller the group. You can never have a serious conversation in a large group, which is why relationships with people you know only in groups tend to stay about the same. So we’re getting to know each other a little better.
And then it will be harder to see D. as much during the year. Since we’re only 2 hours apart we’ll probably be back and forth constantly, but who knows. We’ll be busy and it won’t be the same.
But I guess change is a big part of being human, so I’m sure I’ll deal with it all. I’ll still see everyone on occasion, and hopefully the people I meet or become closer to will make up for the people I don’t see.
Em
Movin’ on up
Wednesday
I’m going to be a junior in college this fall. To many people, I’m sure that doesn’t sound old, but as I think back to my freshman year, I’m saddened that all the upperclassmen have moved on. All of the people who I thought of as being older, more mature, with more life experience, more envelope-pushing than I … they have all graduated and started a new stage of life. And now it’s time for me to step into their shoes, and I just don’t know that I’m ready. When I was a freshmen, I had lots of friends who were upperclassmen, sure. But I had expectations for them – that they really knew their place at school, that they had a solid group of friends, that they had a better handle on what they wanted out of their lives than I, that they just had it “more together”. Me, fulfill all those expectations of my younger self? Especially with me potentially rooming with a freshman, or at least in a very freshman-laden hall – it makes me wonder how they will think about me. If I will be the cool older girl with friends in all the houses who has life somewhat figured out, or if I will just be … one of them.
I’m halfway through college. That’s a scary thought. Now that I’m closer to being done, I’m not sure that I want to leave. There are so many opportunities you have in college that you don’t have in the rest of your life. Being constantly surrounded by peers, things going on all the time, a flexible class schedule, independence without all the worry. Of course, the things that seem rewarding about college can at times feel the most stifling. (The longing for true independence, waiting for my “real life” to start, being in the school “bubble”.) But as I see the light at the end of the scholastic tunnel, I also feel the pressure to make the most of my last two years. Exactly what that means, I’m not entirely sure, but I don’t want to look back with any regrets. Getting involved, meeting people, having fun, and doing well will all be on my to-do list next semester.
Em
Slow Internet + Chiggers? = Unhappy Em
Tuesday
The title basically sums up this post, haha. But yeah, I’ve been getting an ungodly amount of bug bites recently. Immediately after camping, ok, it makes sense. But it’s been over a week since I’ve so much as set foot in the woods. I’ve been outside but not more than necessary. And bites keep popping up all over, itching and driving me crazy. I think it might be chiggers, which lore says to put clear nail polish on. So on the really itchy ones I’ve been doing that … then, not only do I itch, but I shine. Sweet. Other suggestions, made by my mom and my coworker B., have been that the bites are either bedbugs or fleas. All of those sound swell, yes? I washed my sheets yesterday and put on new pjs, so along with the nail polish and trying not to scratch will hopefully clear up my itchy condition. My DAD suggested I might want to go to the doctor. The man who doesn’t go to the doctor unless he either is required to or is seriously sick. (Like, pneumonia. And then only maybe.) We both sort of think doctors are quacks. Not that they aren’t trying to do their best, but a lot of their recommendations just don’t help. If I went, they’d probably tell me not to scratch, to wash my sheets, and to apply some cream that is basically the same as anything you can buy in the store (or nail polish). So yeah, I’ll wait it out, at least for awhile.
Aside from that, my internet is going really really slow. Which would normally be annoying, but now that my boyfriend is out of the country and posting pictures, it’s even more irritating. So hopefully the net “warms up” or something and gets its ass in gear.
Last night I played tennis for at least 3 hours. After work I had class from 6-7:30, and then played with my friends M. and S. Well, hit it around more than played, since they are both tons better than me. After feeling like da bomb in my beginner class, hitting with them really puts it in perspective. Tonight, we’re getting together again to exchange money for camping and go bowling. That should make my friend S. very happy, since he’s always trying to organize bowling extravaganzas. And maybe if I prove I’ll hang out with him sober, he’ll invite me to some parties thrown by people he knows. Tehe ulterior motives. But bowling is fun so I’m excited.
Tomorrow I have a day off, and then Thursday and Friday are normal days. I’m not sure what’s going on Saturday yet. This week has been pretty chill, with us interns working on office stuff. Today I put together promotional folder that we can take out into the community to promote the event spaces. I’d already written a lot of the copy (which my boss loved, she said she could tell I was a writer or something . I promise I actually can write a lot better than I do on here.). I also just printed off more copies of a lot of documents. Yesterday I updated our pricies and policies page. My last(ish) day is Tuesday, and then I go to Michigan on a family vaca from the 30th to the 3rd. After that, my work schedule is going to be pretty reduced. I asked for that since I want time to myself and to just have a summer, along with preparing for school to start.
Which I’m super excited for! Just to see everyone, to go to classes, to not have most of my day blocked in with work, to party every weekend, to alternate spending time between my campus and D.’s. With our relationship having endured so much more now than a year ago, I think we will be a lot more comfortable with the smaller distance. It’ll be really easy to see it as less of an obstacle. Last year, he was just going to college for the first time and I was concerned about him growing apart from me. I thought that might happen because of all the new people, living on his own, new activities, and just being really busy. While all of that happened, we managed to stay close through all of it (not without some fights and problems, of course). I still have insecurities and we still have our minor issues, but at least this year, neither of us is jumping into anything entirely new. Him starting college one semester and me moving to the city for the second – just the distance thing was a major concern. (And hell, I wouldn’t have wanted to be in a relationship my first year of school. Yes, I am the “older woman” haha.)
Anyway. Hopefully he’s having a blast on his “international experience” right now. (But not tooo much of one … no passing out drunk, now …)
In other news, my brother got his first cell phone yesterday. He’s 13 years old. While I agree it sounds a little ridiculous on paper, in real life it will be handy for him to have one. And I was only 15 when I got mine, and times are changing. So yesterday he was playing with ring tones and programming numbers into his phone and all that fun stuff. Annnnd my contract is up in like 2 days, so no more RZR. While I thought I would be glad to be rid of it, the thought of throwing all my priceless phone pics and texts down the drain kind of scares me. But my phone is so damn slow I’ll probably do it anyway.
Ok, sorry ’bout the long post. Have a great night!
Em
Room Cleaning
Sunday
Good Sunday activity, eh? The plan was that I was going to start at noon and work until 4, but that didn’t really work out. Around noon I had waffles with the fam (cute tradition I think), when the more religious folks in my family got back from church. After that I watched Fargo, which I have on netflix and have been wanting to see for a long time. It was good but after seeing The Dark Knight (twice in a day) a little slow. That movie is awesome, and if you haven’t seen it yet, you should. Heath Ledger is brilliant as the Joker. If you can do it, definitely see it in Imax. After that, I showered and then started going through my big wardrobes full of clothes. I have those plus a walk-in closet … my room is pretty hopeless, especially seeing that all of this space is filled to the brim. But I’ve been living here (other than when I’m at college) since I was going into 6th grade, so stuff has had a lot of time to accumulate.
I’ve been reading Peter Walsh’s book, It’s All Too Much. It has been really helping in inspiring me to declutter my main living space. It’s not really about the stuff, it’s about the emotional ties to the stuff and how having so much stuff holds you back from using the space most effectively in the present. Anyway, I started with clothes because I figured I would be less emotionally attached to underwear and t-shirts than books and schoolwork. (Does that make me a dork?) Or I guess I figured the line of what I should throw away and give away would be more distinct. It’s really time-consuming and emotionally challenging to go through old school stuff and decide you need to throw a bunch of it away, I think. (Which is probably why it usually ends up in folders, piled somewhere in my room.)
I should have done this the summer after I graduated from high school, but as usual I was too lazy. I don’t plan on spending any more summers here (who knows, though), so it would probably be best for me to try to get rid of as much crap as I can now. Because otherwise I’m going to be 25, my brother will graduate high school, my parents will want to move, and my room will still be piled high with stuff left over from my younger days.
It is weird to live in my room because it’s not a reflection of my current self. It’s plastered with posters from The O.C. and horseback riding ribbons. Various certificates, young adult books, and old cds abound. I would want to totally redecorate but with only a month left until school starts back, I don’t know if it’s worth it.
After working this summer and interning full time last semester, I’m looking forward to school starting. I want to really appreciate my last two years of college. Because after this I’m going to have to find a “real” job and face everything else that comes with being an independent adult.
I should finish up cleaning for today … as long as I stay committed to this project it’ll get done before summer’s over. D. leaves tomorrow for 3 weeks, so I’m going over there later for dinner. Laters!
Em
Well hello there blog …
Tuesday
It’s been awhile! When I don’t write, later I just chalk it up to how my life is just so busy (and awesome) I don’t have time for writing. Or something.
Anyway, this weekend was camping with a few friends. I like the idea of camping a lot more than I like the act. It was hot, really buggy, and a lot of work. We arrived on Friday and barely got a campsite. We had to walk about a half mile to get there, which is a good little walk (especially when carrying camping gear). I joked that with all our stuff, we looked like we were staying a week. It’s true, though. You need personal stuff, tents, and food. So then we spent around 3 hours trying to get our damn fire to start. The wood was all wet (plus I’m a bit skeptical that my friend D. even knows how to properly build a fire. Oh well.) and things just weren’t going well. Finally it started, but by then we’d given up and were making burgers on a gas grill. Afterwards it was dark but we still made s’mores. And then we were exhausted and went to sleep, but it was really hot and humid. On Saturday we got up and went to the beach. It had rained overnight so some of our stuff had gotten wet. The beach was nice but the water was freezing and we all ended up with sunburns. Stupid pale skin. We threw the frisbee a bunch and just laid on the beach. Also we climbed up a dune and ran down, which was fun. That night we had a little more fun than we were probably supposed to, and I got a bit scared when one of the pseudo-rangers came over and asked us to quiet down. Oops. There was a little drama with my friends, which made D. and I again appreciative of how normal we are. On Sunday we got up and drove home. I have the worst bug bites and sunburn now.
Resolved: A hotel and food made indoors is highly preferable to camping.
It just always sounds like such a good idea. Until you realize that after you finish setting up the campsite and making your food, you don’t have a lot of time to actually do what you want to do.
Yesterday I was at work from 8-5:30, then had tennis from 6-7:30, and then D. came over and we watched Sin City. At work we had the city tournament ladies’ lunch, and then we had to turn that around for bingo. Today I went in at 10 and got done early at 3:30. I talked with my boss about when my last day would be, and she was really flexible and nice about everything. She was like, “It’s completely up to you.” Which is good because I was fretting that she’d have a problem with me leaving kind of early and/or asking for a more flexible schedule. We haven’t completely worked it out yet, but at least she is giving me a lot of input.
This Thursday (ok, technically Friday at midnight) is the opening of Batman. It will be really cool to see it in Imax, and having a mini-getaway with D. will be fun, too. Then D. leaves for around 3 weeks, and then I go to Michigan for a few days. When I get back I’m on my (possibly very) reduced work schedule, and then S. visits and D. and I see DMB. The end of the summer is shaping up very nicely.
Ok, that basically summarizes my future month and last few days. Laters!
Em
School and closet
Monday
I have another day off today. Apparently the power was out at my workplace – they got hit by lightning or something.
I finally got my grades in for last semester. 3.92 overall, which isn’t bad and did boost my GPA. I’m concerned because one of the classes I signed up for next semester isn’t on my registration card, and I have to have it to graduate. All these stupid sophomores are trying to get into the class, which takes room away from the juniors who actually need it. The woman sent out an email telling everybody to come to the first class, though, so they could sort it out then. I’d assume there’s no room for sophomores. Why are there always space issues at my school? They should stop letting so many damn people in or hire more professors or something, because it’s pretty ridiculous. And the housing situation sucks on top of that. Overall, I’m not entirely happy with the place … 2 more years. It’s weird to look at the calendar and think about all the things that are going to happen over that time. All the people you’ll meet, the classes you’ll go to, the parties you’ll attend, the decisions you’ll make. There’s no way to tell what all will happen, but there’s no doubt you’re going to be there for it.
Aaand … my closet. I started rearranging it yesterday, but it needs much more than that. My plan is just to arrange the clothes and donate the awful ones, and then try to pick up the rest of my room. Just attempting to organize things will force me to get rid of at least some stuff.
Today D. and I went out to lunch at Panera. We sat next to older guys talking about how Bush and Cheney should be jailed or something .. they were foreign and seemed kind of socialist. D. couldn’t stop muttering about how he doesn’t like old people. Unfortunately, we’re all going to be old some day … I’m not looking forward to it though. I like to look the way I do now, thanks, and I just generally like being young. After lunch we went to Borders and looked for books about closet organization. After that somehow we were in psychology and taking some sex quiz, it was pretty entertaining. I kept crossing paths with this guy I was kind of mean to the other day (I had some drama with the store putting money back on my debit card. Thankfully it all worked out.) … I swear he was following me around. Or maybe I’m paranoid?
The rest of today will be me trying to organize, maybe reading, and then hanging out with Gram when she gets here around 5. Fun stuff ..
Em
Happy (belated) 4th!
Sunday
I’m soo sleepy and it’s 3:21 in the afternoon. I’m tired if I sleep a lot and I’m tired if I sleep a little. I guess sleeping a balanced amount would be a good idea, but that doesn’t really seem like an option for me … haha.
Anyway. I finally have a day off.
The fourth was a pretty good day. I had to work, supposedly from 10-2. It ended up being 10-3. That frustrates me to no end. If you want me to work until 3, tell me beforehand, but don’t just drag out the time I work indefinitely and just assume I can stay. It’s really unprofessional and happened on both Thursday and Friday. On Thursday, I was there until almost 6 after getting there at 10 as usual. I understand that there was a holiday the next day, but you (my boss) need to plan better. And tell me ahead how late I’m actually going to be there. Because otherwise I am really pissed off the whole time I am there late, and not knowing when I’ll get off is really mentally distressing. That whole time, even if I don’t necessarily have anything better to do, I just want to leave because it’s cutting into my precious free time.
So I worked almost 8 hours on Thursday and then 4 hours on Friday, the 4th. Then I got ready to go back to my workplace to watch their fireworks. I went with my parents, aunt, and D. D. and I had to kind of bail on my other friends, but I couldn’t get that many tickets. So we headed over around 7, after sitting out on the porch for awhile. We ate some cookout food and some of the awesome (1200+) cookies I baked that morning. And used the napkins I’d folded. Then my dad, D., and I played frisbee while my mom and aunt drank beer and talked. I run for the frisbee with my hands up, which is pretty funny looking. After about an hour or so of that, we waited for the fireworks to start. They were really good and it was nice to just sit and watch them with D. Fireworks always provoke thinking in me, which is weird, but I guess it’s just because they’re so big and they shake you to your core. But I was mostly thinking about how happy I was to just be sitting there with my loved ones in the beautiful night. It was really awesome .
Anyway, after that my aunt and mom were kind of drunk and ordered a pizza to pick up on the way home. How stereotypical. D. and I relayed the story of my friend “M. and the pizza” – she was guarding that pizza with her life. Ah, I miss that girl. Anyway, they devoured half the pizza while D. showered because he claimed he felt gross.
Next, we met up with a couple of friends who were at a house party. I had a bit to drink before we left so I was already feeling good. I did a shot with a friend of mine who had never had anything to drink before that night – welcome to the dark side! Then I played some beer pong (I love that game) with her (another friend M.) against my other friend and another guy. We lost, but I was into the game and giving my opponent friend, S., a lot of shit whenever I made a cup – jokingly calling him a bitch and stuff. I made about 3 which isn’t bad, but M. wasn’t the experienced beer pong player I’m used to playing with, haha. She probably made 2, and together that isn’t enough to win. So we lost and I worked on the beer I was drinking while getting into a long conversation with the other opponent, a different D. He is moving to the city for work pretty soon and we talked about that, among other things which I don’t entirely remember. By this point I was tired and not feeling super-great, so I grabbed D. and M. and we all left. We dropped off M. and then went back to D.’s house. After awhile there we went back to my house and I felt crappy. He tucked me in and put a bag by my bed. The night was kind of rough, but I didn’t throw up, although there were times I would have rather thrown up than continued to feel so gross. It was one of those nights where I’m not entirely sure why I felt as bad as I did. I guess just because my tolerance is crap these days.
The next day, Saturday, I was supposed to be at work at 12. My boss called around 11 and asked when she had told me to be in. I told her noon, and she said she thought it was earlier than that. (Hint: This is why you make an actual, physical schedule. I am sick of you changing times on me, and I don’t want to get the reputation of the girl who doesn’t come in when she’s supposed to.) I still felt like absolute shit. I managed to get down my breakfast and get ready, but there’s no way I should have gone into work. But I did, planning to bail out shortly. But when I got there, my boss was the only other one there and she mentioned how the other workers had been calling and saying they couldn’t be there. So then I felt bad and vacuumed, cleaned up the bathrooms, helped set up the front of the house, and cut a bunch of potatoes. By this time it was around 3 and there were a ton of other people there. I told her I felt really bad (very true) and asked if I could leave. She waited a few minutes and made me do some more stuff before letting me go. (Shouldn’t a sick employee be let go right away?) She somehow also made me feel guilty about leaving. As soon as I was gone, though, that faded and I knew I’d made the right choice. I came home and slept for 3 hours, which was desperately needed.
Last night, I ordered Jimmy John’s with Lucas and then D. came over and the three of us watched Mission Impossible. D. left before 12 because I was super-sleepy again. I went to bed immediately and didn’t wake up until 11-something this morning.
So now I don’t know if I’m supposed to go into work tomorrow or not, but I guess I will because it will make me look committed to my job … or something. Lately I’ve been feeling like work’s getting in the way of my real life and things I actually want to be doing. How did I get from “marketing assistant” to “girl putting in urinal cakes”? I feel like this job hasn’t exactly been what I thought I signed up for. I don’t mind helping upstairs in the kitchen occasionally, but I’m a business major, not hospitality, and I was supposed to be helping with office things and going out into the community to sell our event space. I’m getting frustrated by that, by not having set hours, and by working weekends. I guess I did somewhat volunteer for that, but after working the last 2 weekends I’m going to feel guilty for asking for the next 2 off – which I shouldn’t, but I somehow will. I’m going camping with my friends next weekend and seeing Batman the weekend after that with D., and those are both things that are important to me. I’m thinking of quitting when D. gets back from Turkey, so that we can have time to do those things we never got around to the rest of the summer. That will be early August, so not an unreasonable time to quit. If I can make it to then … my coworker B. said it best the other day - “I’ve never had a job I didn’t like. Why work somewhere if you don’t like it?”. And that’s a good point. I do like my job sometimes, but that’s been becoming less and less frequent with more irritations. I could probably get my job from last summer back, but I think I would just want the time to myself and to chill – to actually have a summer!
Gram’s coming on Monday – tomorrow! And my friend S. is going to be in Indy on July 28. See, these are the things my job is going to get in the way of. I want to have time to hang out with Gram and S., but with my schedule being so unpredictable, I might be unhappy with how things turn out.
Other than that, this summer I still have camping, Batman, Michigan, DMB, and maybe more … who knows.
Ok, off to enjoy summer and my day off!
Em
Some “me” time … finally!
Thursday
The parents are gone. The bf is playing ultimate frisbee. The dogs have settled down. The brother is at camp. Ahhh, time to relax and just enjoy myself.
I’ve been browsing online for awhile, looking at events planning companies out west. Yes, I am now thinking that I want to be an events planner. If I got a good internship next summer, either at a boutique firm or country club, I would probably have enough experience to get a job in the industry when I graduate.
`I should probably analyze my personality some more before I decide on an industry, eh? Not that I could ever decide on anything. But I don’t think the 9-5 life is for me. I like having some variety, and for that variety I am willing to give up some weekend time. And I don’t want to always be stuck in an office. I like the idea of having a client and executing their vision. Although I don’t know how good I’d be with the creative aspect – which is really big in special events. Maybe I should be a meeting planner? Haha. I’m definitely drawn to the glamour of all of it – but they’d be the glamorous ones, I’d somehow be the one fetching the water.
Today was a long day at work. We finished inventory, chopped a bunch of tomatoes and onions for the 4th tomorrow, and then reorganized the freezer to fit everything. It seems like we spend so much time organizing and reorganizing the freezer and the fridge. I was there until almost 6, which wouldn’t irritate me if I had planned on being there that late.
I need to put away all my new (ok, semi-new now, I bought them on Tuesday) clothes. Always more things to be done. I also want to read my magazine, watch the So You Think You Can Dance vote-off, and perhaps start a new blog. I always think of things I want to do in my free time when I’m at work, but then when I get off work I can never remember them. Why is that?
Ok, I’m going to roll out. Tomorrow’s the 4th and ideally I’ll only work like 4 hours. And then I’ll be back out at my workplace for their fireworks celebration. My weekend doesn’t start, though, because I’ll be at work for a long time on Saturday for this 300+ wedding. And we can’t start setting up for it until Saturday morning because of the holiday tomorrow.
I will not be like my boss and let work take over my life (repeat 3x). I felt bad for her for a long time, until I realized she should just not be at work so much, delegate more work to me and B., and/or get a full-time assistant. If she was a squeaky wheel about how much she was working, she would get some grease. Because she does work a ton, and no one is forcing her to. And the amount she’s working is really taking a toll on her personality, which affects everyone around her. Today she was super-late for a meeting with a bride, and that just looks bad.
Anywho. D.’s playing ultimate tonight. He wanted me to come but I’m tired and just don’t feel like giving up my evening for it. Maybe we’ll watch one of our 3 netflix tonight. Since we went over the queue we’ve been getting movies we at least want to watch, so that’s good.
I’m going to go enjoy my leisure time!
Em
Busy-ness
Wednesday (night)
I’ve been really busy these past few days, and I barely even know with what! I was fighting on and off with D. for a week or so, so that was a stressful time. But now we are all cool again . Other than that, last weekend was insane as far as work goes. I worked 13 hours on Friday, probably 6 on Saturday, and 9 on Sunday. Thankfully I had Monday and Tuesday off to recover. Today was another long day – I guess 8 hours isn’t really that long, but when you’re running around all day making food and doing inventory, it certainly feels like it.
After work I had tennis, which was ok but it was the first class of the new session. So I missed my new friend V. who’s leaving on July 16 (I think). Of course I make friends with the one person who’s leaving for like, a year. Ah well. Another girl I know from class was there, so that was nice, but aside from that it was mostly new people. I met one woman who had four children. I didn’t really know how to respond when she told me that. I wanted to ask “Why??” but I didn’t think that would be the most appropriate response. Then I didn’t want to ask her about work because who am I to assume someone with four kids holds a job outside the home? I do want to know how it is to have four kids, because I doubt it’s a lifestyle I’ll ever choose. How does a person who is intelligent and nice ever get sucked up into living a life that’s solely someone else’s? I can never envision being a woman whose primary interests are her children’s. Does that make me self-centered? Or merely unfit to ever be a parent, haha. I can’t really see myself with kids, but I also can see myself regretting not having them. I started thinking about that today, but then I thought to myself, “Wait 15 years before making these serious decisions” – because I do have plenty of time.
Going along with that, today in the morning my boss D. was drilling me about my future. She kept asking me questions, like what do I see myself doing, where do I want to live, where do I see myself in 10 years, what kind of business would I want to own, do I see myself as married? I don’t know. Which is ironic, considering I spend a pretty hefty percentage of my free time browsing future careers and places to live. I still am not even close to having answers to those questions.
I’ve just been too tired out to write, lately. I shouldn’t even be writing now, I should be sleeping. I have to be out and about by 9 again tomorrow morning – I get the last HPV shot before work, fun stuff.
Hmm other news … my coworker B. went skydiving and now wants to go spelunking and do I want to come? Um, yes. I’m a lot more interested in caves than throwing myself headlong out of an airplane.
My friends and I are going camping at the dunes the weekend after this weekend. We had a “planning” meeting on Monday.
Ah, this weekend. The big 4th of July. The continuing holidays are proving my point that there are too many, yes? (Note also: My mom’s birthday was on June 29 – Sunday I think. I count bdays as holidays.) I am just generally a holiday scrooge. But really, who needs an occasion to have a good time? My place of work has a huge 4th of July celebration apparently, and I’m only working 10-2. Then I’m coming back in the evening with my parents, D., and aunt. So that should be fun – I’ve been told it’s the best fireworks ever by some. That’s a lot to live up to. We got $15 a pop tickets for free, so why not?
My Gram’s coming on Monday! I don’t know how long she’s staying, but I haven’t seen her in over a semester and miss her a ton. She’s about 78 now, isn’t that insane? I can’t even fathom having been born in 1930. Anyway, I just hope I don’t have to work a whole lot while she’s here because I do want to have time to hang out with her.
D. bought tickets for the Thursday late show of the new Batman movie without consulting me. I was mad for awhile but now I’m basically over it. He did reiterate that I don’t have to go if I don’t want to. But still, I just wish he would have checked … Friday would have been more convenient. Unless I have to work at a wedding on Saturday, so maybe it will work out for the best. But we really have been having fun the last few days – just hanging out and watching a bunch of netflix.
Later this summer, in August, we’re going to see DMB. I’m super-pumped already.
This new artist Adele is great. I love her song Tired.
I’m thinking seriously about launching a new blog .
Sorry for all the randomness. The next post will have a (sort of) point, I promise. Sleep time for me. Hugs!
Em
