It is getting to be that time of the year again, and so I thought I would look through some textbooks to find the definitive definition of dark circles under the eyes. However, I haven't bought any textbooks for fall yet, and even when I do, the only medical terminology that will be referenced is possibly that Very Special Episode of Saved by the Bell where Jessie takes caffeine pills to increase her studying potential (yay for TV literacy!)
But trust me. There are bags under my eyes, like something out of Pom Poko.
The past few days, in bullet point format, with unnecessary italics.
• At least my grandfather can no longer snarkily say that I've never done an honest day's work in my life. I have now done approximately four. I wish we lived closer to the border so we would have more cheap undocumented laborers available to climb onto the roof and nail things down for 6 or 7 hours a day. That way I wouldn't have to.
• My last day of work was Saturday. I spent the morning on the roof, finishing up the top two rows, then changed and went to work. We finished a promotion giveaway thing, and I was supposed to spend my last day sitting at a table and handing out giftcards to people who have collected enough points. Instead, three people called in sick, and so not only was I actually forced to do work, I was forced to stay an extra three hours and close the store (well, not forced, since the overtime will be nice, but there wasn't anyone else available and trained to close the store). After the store quieted down around 10:30, I pulled out a chair from the back and read magazines near my register, since what are they going to do--fire me?
• I was awakened, rudely, at six the next morning by my mother-- We forgot to get balloons for your sister's Grad party! Due to my father's health, we had to forgo her grad party, so it was combined with an 'end of summer' party for her friends. We rented out a pavilion at my sister's favorite park, and since planning parties are what my people do best, I was de facto Party Planner. (Actually, no one said that, but I am the most Martha Stewart of the family, and was in charge of most of the preparation). It was kid themed (Even though she's off to college, she doesn't have to grow up yet!) with retro Disney posters, Kids Karaoke, hula-hoops and Skip-Its!, child-friendly food like bug juice, brownies with gummie worms in them, cupcakes, etc. We did not forget the balloons, it's just that we didn't need enough to order ahead; we were going to just pick them up that morning. But we didn't need to pick them up at 6 in the morning.
The party went fine, though it ended up being me frantically placing tables, arranging posters, setting up the food, ordering people to get more ice, damnit! for most of the morning, and then spending most of the party sitting around feeling awkward, listening to my mom chat with her friends since I didn't know any of my sister's friends, and none of them were cute 18 year old boys anyway. Then, during cleanup, I stepped on a broken bottle and cursed my life.
On the bright side, things can only improve this week.
• I move! I have a cute little efficiency only a few buildings from State St, and my lease begins tomorrow. However, half of the city will be moving into new digs, and hell hath no fury like move-in day for the largest university in the country. Also, I'm not entirely sure when I'll have a car this week, so I may not move in until Wednesday or Thursday. But still! The end of living at home is in sight!
• I buy a laptop! My sister is inheriting my old computer for when she moves into the dorms, and I'm buying a fancy new laptop today and it is going to be teh s3xx0r!
• Once I get to school, I can indulge in all of my vices! I can fall head-over-heels for guys I sleep with once, write fawning posts about them, and then get crushed! I can spend hours in the gay.com chatrooms and then feel lame about wasting an evening! I can surf for porn on real internet; no more more of this dial-up shit. I can get really bad gay movies (i.e. pseudo softcore gay porn) from Netflix and not have to worry about my mom getting the mail! I live next door to a sketchy all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet! I can drink until I blame all of the wars on God's chosen people!
