July 27, 2006 :: 6:45 p.m.
Pengo the whimsical penguin
I have one sock on. My hands smell like lox even though I've washed them about 400 times. I'm invited to go to Amanda's and have a movie night with the kids (minus Adam - he's working again), but I'm not sure if I want to go. I'm tired and achey and I sort of just want to stay in and read. I finished
A Wild Sheep Chase, and let me tell you, it was grrreat! I believe I'm going to start
Priestess of Avalon tonight, which excites me. Perhaps I'll make a night of it - tea and a book and my fun red chair. Oh, and monkey slippers. I musn't leave them out. They bite, you know, if they're not pleased.
Work was decent, I suppose. Dead, as usual, and thus quite boring, but all in all it was trauma-free. I've decided that my "last day" will be August 17th. The quotation marks are because I'm not quitting, per se, I just won't be working for a while. I'm pretty sure they'll let me work when I come home for breaks and such, which is nice. I was going to work on Saturdays, but it's almost not worth the gas and the time spent going back and forth from Annville to Harrisburg when you consider how much I'd make in one day of work. I'd get something like $40 a week, which would basically pay for gas and either one dinner out or a book. It's not a bad idea, really, but I don't know how things are going to be. You know? I don't know what classes are going to be like or how much time I'm going to have. So for now, my last day at Lovers de Bagel (or Bagel Lovers, to the laymen) will be August 17th. Just so you know.
I went to Target to see Adam after I got off, and he took a 15-minute break. We sat outside and talked and whatnot. It was nice. My parents are going away for a few days, to Atlantic City or someplace, which means that, in theory, he could stay over here... but alas, his parents aren't down with that. They're not as liberal as mine are. It makes me all sad and things, but hey, there's nothing I can do, so no worries. It seems that I have the most liberal parents in our bunch, but they're not really all that liberal... I think it's just that they've done so much shit in their times that they can't say much to me unless I'm out shooting up and getting drunk and fucking random people on the street for drug money. Which I'm not. I just go to work and hang out with my friends and buy lots and lots of books. I'm harmless, really. So that's why they're like that. Because compared to what I could be doing, and what they were doing at my age, I'm an absolute saint. I should be cannonized and bronzed like baby shoes when I die and shit.
Anyway, I'm going to call Amanda. I'll write later.
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