I had a horrible work related dream. Which is frightening, to have work invading one's dreams. I don't want to take it home with me. I don't want my subconscious stressing about it when it should be coming up with disturbing sex dreams.
Off to... work.
Fred Meyer's is my least favorite place. Yet, inevitably I end up there. The resulting interactions always leave me frustrated, embarrassed, angry... typically a combination of all three. Some strange chemical reaction, one part Lauri to five hundred parts crummy department store.
In other news, fry informed me of Reverend Horton Heat playing in portland march 30th. Interesting..
valentine's day was fun. I got a rose from a special boy.. it stank like a french whore. Delicious food and drink with friends. Much more fun than debating whether/what to give a s.o.
I am still in the process of moving, but I seem to have all the essentials. Now it is just a matter of getting all the crap I don't need anyway.
Time to find some fun
ah, queasy.. stayed up late with junk food and video games. Perhaps I will try to sleep it off some more. It is my day off, after all. Am very excited about that for some reason. I.. would likely be better off with more exercise rather than sleep. Maybe I will walk/bus to the store today, but.. I am sure I am way too lazy for that.
Am feeling anxious type feelings about the whole work thing. Cannot help it. There is a lot they expect from me. Also, I have to work closing for a while, which I hate.
meh.. must shower..
sigh.. I interviewed someone for a job today. It was so weird. Awkward. Horrible! I must stop thinking about it. Tomorrow, hopefully, it will not rain and I can get my stuff. I really want my dresser so I have somewhere to put random belongings. Also I can get my car! I will not be able to drive it until I get it insured, but it will make me feel better just to have it and see it. I can pretend I have a car, mobility.. independence.
I really want nachos, but I have been eating way too much crap lately..
my parents' car is sadly locked away in the garage with a big gaping wound. and now I have to call my dad and tell him about it. sigh...
other than that the evening was fun. got to explore brian's crazy ass house. and tear it apart.
shit, I better call.. it's eight o'clock there..
wish me luck
I am a singleton again. fry and I finally cut that last string which is a relief .. but ugh! I hate moving! I am just going to do lots of trips. ugh... I will be living with my parents, which is lame as a standard. My parents are very cool, but it will be cramped and there will be no privacy. No privacy! So, I propose that everyone should take pity and hang out with me, let me slumber party at their house, and generally entertain my lonely self.. was that enough of a hint?
Also, slumber party at Andrea's was awesome! How often do I sleep in forts? .. not often enough!
what a mess I am today.
spent the night at my parents house, then realized in the morning that I did not pack clean undies, plus half the clothes I did pack were already dirty. I worked a seven hour shift and my back hurts from stooping over counters not made for my frame. I haven't eaten anything all day and am afraid I may get stomach pains when I do. I am filthy and malnurished and not wearing underwear. One should think I am homeless when, in fact, I kind of have two.
Went to Tom's birthday bash last night. It was incredibly loud. As in, leave my ears ringing loud. Conversation was difficult and I was feeling rather low due to post-euphoria. I was quite the drag. But there were many more people there to fill in birthday merriment. It was nice to see Tom even if unable to talk to him.
Hung out at Cara's place last night. Apparently she has been expending much energy making Grace's duplex livable. She was very proud of her progress, and her adult-like new life, independent of her parents. Which obviously means we should get silly drunk... I think I successfully out-slept my hangover.
Now, what to do with the rest of my day off? Maybe I will chop at my hair some more, I am not quite happy with the results of my last attempt.