Here's what my life looks like. On days that I open, I wake up at 5:45, get to work around 6am, work until around 3 or 3:30, go home, ask Matt what he wants to do with the rest of the day. Usually we don't do anything. Sometimes we stay home and cook dinner, watching TV until it's time for bed. Sometimes we go out for dinner, sometimes we go to Cafe Coco and read, sometimes we go to the Springwater. Those last three activities are listed based on the frequency with which they happen...meaning that we haven't been to Springwater in a while. Anyway, after some TV (always some TV), we go to bed.
On days that I close, I wake up around 10 or 10:30 and then do basically nothing until whenever I decide to go to work. The schedule says to be there at 2, but it's flexible. I try to be there around 1 or 1:30 anyway. I work until about 9:30, go home, maybe eat something (I don't like B&C food), watch some TV, go to bed.
And then it repeats.
This is getting SO boring. I'm stuck in such a rut. I don't like it. There is no newness in my life...or am I just blind to it?
I think I might move the TV so that watching it is less instinctual. I've never liked having a television set as the focal point of a room. Maybe I'll put it in the corner and put my globe in it's place. Hmm.
AGH! What can I do today that's different? Maybe I'll go...to...uh, I don't know. Am I too co-dependent? Whoever would have thought I would let myself get this caught up in a boyfriend. For heavens sake. Maybe I'll just go to work early and do something novel tomorrow.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
I have the stupidest cats....
But that's irrelevant.
Yesterday was lovely. My one day off this week, I slept in until Matt called around 11:00 to see if I could take him to Bread and Company on his lunch break. I was a bit late (there are too many parking garages at the Green Hills Mall), so we got the food to-go and finished eating when we got back to the garage. My dear Skylark (really Carla's dear Skylark, Frida) hasn't been doing so well lately; she likes to overheat in stop-and-go traffic (such as you might find in Green Hills), so I decided to browse around the mall whilst the car cooled down.
Of course, Victoria's Secret's semi-annual sale is going on as I type. I'm a sucker for that sale -- they have such good bras at such good prices! I mean, $20 instead of $50? I like that kind of price. So I bought a bra and a terrycloth robe and a tube of that magical lip gloss. That stuff is usually $18 but was only $12 -- still a lot to pay, yes, but this stuff really is amazing. It makes your lips sting.
Right. So after that I decided to leave (since I have to start paying back my student loans this month...which means that I really shouldn't have splurged at all). On second thought, I decided to see if there were any showings of Sex in the City coming up in the next hour or so...and there was -- the first show was at 1:20. So I went, and trivial as a Louis Vuitton bag (rental or not) is, I did actually enjoy the movie. I'm not going to be critical about it now, though I will mention that it wasn't as good as the show. That should be a given though.
At any rate, I felt euphoric upon leaving the theater. I drove straight home and began to shower love on my dear boyfriend who I am determined to never break up with over anything stupid. People sure can be stupid.
Anyway. I did laundry and straightened my bedroom...the latter looks quite nice now, excepting the stack of books and baskets of laundry over there in the corner. Just ignore that -- I do.
Yep. I have impeccable taste.
We made fajitas last night. More accurately, Matt made fajitas (and then cleaned up). They were delicious. And I think that's about it. We watched Little Miss Sunshine, and then had to go to bed. I'm closing today, so still have plenty of time to lounge around in my lovely bed.
Hormones, man. They suck.
Yesterday was lovely. My one day off this week, I slept in until Matt called around 11:00 to see if I could take him to Bread and Company on his lunch break. I was a bit late (there are too many parking garages at the Green Hills Mall), so we got the food to-go and finished eating when we got back to the garage. My dear Skylark (really Carla's dear Skylark, Frida) hasn't been doing so well lately; she likes to overheat in stop-and-go traffic (such as you might find in Green Hills), so I decided to browse around the mall whilst the car cooled down.
Of course, Victoria's Secret's semi-annual sale is going on as I type. I'm a sucker for that sale -- they have such good bras at such good prices! I mean, $20 instead of $50? I like that kind of price. So I bought a bra and a terrycloth robe and a tube of that magical lip gloss. That stuff is usually $18 but was only $12 -- still a lot to pay, yes, but this stuff really is amazing. It makes your lips sting.
Right. So after that I decided to leave (since I have to start paying back my student loans this month...which means that I really shouldn't have splurged at all). On second thought, I decided to see if there were any showings of Sex in the City coming up in the next hour or so...and there was -- the first show was at 1:20. So I went, and trivial as a Louis Vuitton bag (rental or not) is, I did actually enjoy the movie. I'm not going to be critical about it now, though I will mention that it wasn't as good as the show. That should be a given though.
At any rate, I felt euphoric upon leaving the theater. I drove straight home and began to shower love on my dear boyfriend who I am determined to never break up with over anything stupid. People sure can be stupid.
Anyway. I did laundry and straightened my bedroom...the latter looks quite nice now, excepting the stack of books and baskets of laundry over there in the corner. Just ignore that -- I do.
Yep. I have impeccable taste.
We made fajitas last night. More accurately, Matt made fajitas (and then cleaned up). They were delicious. And I think that's about it. We watched Little Miss Sunshine, and then had to go to bed. I'm closing today, so still have plenty of time to lounge around in my lovely bed.
Hormones, man. They suck.
Monday, June 9, 2008
good morning?
I feel like crap. But it's all in my head -- physically, I feel a little fat, but otherwise just fine. There are so many things running in circles in my head, leaving me kind of anxious and bothered.
For one, there's Sarah. She was born one month from today. Brittany just had her baby a couple of days ago. I watched Juno for the first time on Saturday. I emailed Philip and Janet two or three days ago and haven't heard back from them yet. ...The movie was good, by the way. I watched it by myself (Matt had to go to his brother's faux bachelor party), and the only way you'd understand how I cried is if you had been there. I mean, thinking about the end of the movie yesterday as I was wiping down tables at work almost had me in tears again. Seventy percent of the young women in Belle Meade seem to always be pregnant, and I want to tell them how lucky they are...to be able to love and care for and raise their children. (Of course, I don't think those Belle Meade people should be reproducing with the zeal that they do, but that's not my point at all.)
It's so, so terrible. I don't like going through all of this again. It it because of the weather? Is it because of Brittany? Is it because she's my daughter and I'll never get over her?
Maybe I'll try to visit again. I wish I had a car that I could trust to drive up there.
I'm noticing myself getting mad at customers lately. I mean, that's not any good. I want to be compassionate and patient with them -- not angry! I can't figure out what's changed, either. Except the weather. Oh God, I hate summer.
For one, there's Sarah. She was born one month from today. Brittany just had her baby a couple of days ago. I watched Juno for the first time on Saturday. I emailed Philip and Janet two or three days ago and haven't heard back from them yet. ...The movie was good, by the way. I watched it by myself (Matt had to go to his brother's faux bachelor party), and the only way you'd understand how I cried is if you had been there. I mean, thinking about the end of the movie yesterday as I was wiping down tables at work almost had me in tears again. Seventy percent of the young women in Belle Meade seem to always be pregnant, and I want to tell them how lucky they are...to be able to love and care for and raise their children. (Of course, I don't think those Belle Meade people should be reproducing with the zeal that they do, but that's not my point at all.)
It's so, so terrible. I don't like going through all of this again. It it because of the weather? Is it because of Brittany? Is it because she's my daughter and I'll never get over her?
Maybe I'll try to visit again. I wish I had a car that I could trust to drive up there.
I'm noticing myself getting mad at customers lately. I mean, that's not any good. I want to be compassionate and patient with them -- not angry! I can't figure out what's changed, either. Except the weather. Oh God, I hate summer.
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