Nobody Likes Cows

So, went textbook shopping yesturday. I couldn't get one book yet, but it ended up being A LOT less than what was projected on that stupid list. Only like, $550 (plus $80-ish for my Econ text). However, I don't think I possess enough muscles for text book hauling. lol. Oi vey! I even saw Willis at the bookstore. It was a good trip.

No one will take my shift for today (of course) so I shall just have to suck it up and try to work it. If I die, Rabe, you can have the mini fridge. So, today is my last official day because, as much as I'd like to take Rabe's advice and call in sick, my concience simply won't allow it.

I went to the doctor's yesturday and, of course, it happended to be a good day for breathing. OF COURSE it was a good day. The ONE DAY Dr Stecyk actually listens to my breathing, my chest is clear. Grrr. Whatever. He just gave me another prescription and decided to send me for MORE testing. Funzies. I think I'm well on my way to becoming a drain on the medical system, don't you?

Mr. Idiot-Over-In-The-Corner's cows were in our field last night, so daddy and I went and chased them back into their own fence and found the hole through wich they are coming. It was fun. Daddy said I could ride one if I could catch it, but I couldn't catch one. They may not look it, but they're fast. Stupid cows. Nobody likes cows anyway. I suggested my mother phone the guy and tell him that his cows were in our field agian and that if he doesn't do something about it we would shoot them and leave them for the cyotes, but she didn't take my suggestion. Really, I think that would make him move pretty fast, don't you?

Anywho, I'm hungry.

Last Day of Work?

I really hope yesterday was my last day. See, I have another shift on Wednesday, which is officially my last shift, but I'm trying to find someone to cover it for me. *grumbles* stupid asthma... But if I can't get anyone to take it for me, I'll have to work. *sigh* I was called "dear" again, but as that one isn't really creepy, it was alright. I don't know why I don't find that one creepy, but I don't. Oh, when I walked into the deli yesturday, Ashley was all "you have make-up on today, you look so pretty!". Compliments are nice, but perhaps I should start wearing makeup more often? It's all due to the new eyeliner though. I heart my new eyeliner. It's green. Well, "jade", whatevs. But I like it A LOT!

Oh, there was this lady that could not take a hint last night! Seriously, she walks in one minute before closing announcement, and orders whatever shaved. So, I do that, but whilest I'm cutting her meat, the closing announcement goes. So after I finished, I put the meat on the scale and pressed the button for the sticker, and then put the meat away and opened up my slicer as a polite "okay I'm done, I'm going home", and then packed her sandwhich meat. Did she take the hint? NO! She asked for two more things, shaved. GAH! My slicer was an absolute mess (after I had just cleaned it, of course) and I was late getting things done. Stupid lady. GO HOME! YOU LOOK FUNNY AND YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS! Guess who's getting a hate cookie next time I see her.

Cynical

"You know, if the rest of your generation is as cynical as you are, this world is going to be a very sad place." Or so says my mother.

I've never really thought of myself as a cynical person, more of a realist really, but if that's how you want to classify me, you go right ahead. I don't care anymore. I'm moving out. I just can't bring myself to care what you think of me anymore. But really, if I'm cynical don't you think that you helped me out on that one just a little? Because I sure didn't become that way on my own.

Let's just take a look at my house yesturday, shall we?

Mum: Get over here before I come over there and punch your lights out!
Dad: Get away from me woman, or you'll be getting a left hook!
Mum: Why do you always feel the need to put me down? I'm just trying to help.
Dad: Because you're a busy-body old bag.

Silence.

And that was after we came home from Fort Edmonton/dinner at Mark's. There were some choice phrases before we left as well, but I think I've already started repressing that memory becuase I don't remember what was said. It all starts to sound the same after a while anyway. I mean really, I've been listening to this since I was like, six. After twelve years, the threats get repetative. After all, how many different ways can you threaten to beat on someone?

I'm just so tired of it all. I guess it's one of the big reasons I'm so excited to move out. You know, it used to scare me when they fought. I remember hiding behind the couch a few times. But most of the time I just ignored it and cried myself to sleep later. After all, if they don't see you crying, they won't know that it bothers you.

Not that they ever paid attention to me anyway. Not when I was little and was scared they would get a divorce, not in grade nine when I was starving myself and got so depressed I nearly committed suicide, not in grade ten when I had a nervous breakdown and broke up with Cody, not in grade eleven and twelve when I had minor relapses with my eating, and not when I found out that I wasted three years in IB to achieve absolutely nothing. They've never noticed because they were always to wrapped up in their own problems.

You know what, I may be cynical, but I've earned the right to be. Besides, why should you care? You never have before, and it's a little late to start now.

*_*

"According to a new survey, women say they feel more comfortable undressing in front of men than they do undressing in front of other women. They say that women are too judgmental, whereas, of course, men are just grateful." ~ Robert De Niro

"You look at me and you don't like what you see. But this is the price, Mother - the price of belonging to you." ~ Astrid, White Oleander

"Love humiliates you. Hatred cradles you." ~ Ingrid, White Oleander

"Stay away from broken people." ~ Claire Richards, White Oleander

mare would like to die

For the record, I hate asthma with the burning passion of a thousand suns. I haven't been able to breathe as good as usual this week what with the humidity and all, but good enough to get by. But yesturday was really bad. I had to work an 8 1/2 hour shift to boot. By 7 pm, I was almost ready to ask my mum to take me to the hospital. But, of course, I had to close by myself, so I just pumped myself full of steroids, cried to my mum on the phone, and then went back to work and hoped I wouldn't die.

I didn't, but I wanted to.

But the time I got home, I was so tired of trying to breathe, I was ready to give up. Seriously, if I could absorb oxygen through my skin, I would. I can't even go into work today. I had to phone in sick. But hopefully if I don't move around too much I should be alright. If not, my mum will be home by 4pm. She can deal with me then. Otherwise, I'll just have to wait until I go to the doctor on tuesday. What fun.

I got two new terms of endearment yesturday, so I decided to make a list:
- Love
- Dear
- Honey
- Little Darlin'
- Darlin'/DAH-lin'
- Girl
- Little Lady
- Sweetness

I think that's it. Mare out.

"Excited/Scared Feeling"

I was packing up my clothes today. I mean, I figured I'd better start now because I have a hell of a lot of clothes. My big suitcase is full and I had to do the whole sitting on the top thing to get it closed. And my little suitcase is almost full, and I still have clothes in my closet to wear this week that will have to go in there. I don't thing they're going to fit.

"I got that 'excited/scared' feeling. Like 98% excited, 2% scared. Or maybe it's more. It could be, it could be 98% scared, 2% excited but that's what makes it so intense, it's so - confused. I can't really figure it out." - Oscar, Amrageddon

I'm not so much scared, as nervous that something will go wrong. So I guess I have an excited/nervous feeling rather than excited/scared. But it's getting close. It doesn't really seem real yet though. It just hasn't sunk in that I'm moving out in a week. (9 days, whatever). I just...I don't know. I can't wait. I can't wait until it actually sinks in that I'm moving out. Intense.

Just For Theb

This post is for Theb, because otherwise I would be going to Bedfordshire. So I apologize if this post isn't coherent or whatever, I'm just very tired.

I worked Tuesday (4-915), but I closed with Myles, so we were out pretty quick. Otherwise, I did nothing on Tuesday. Absolutely nothing. Well, I read, but that was it.

Pam actually gave me today off, even though I was supposed to work, becuase Melissa needed some shifts, thus she stole one of mine. Then I recieved a phone call this morning asking if I could come in to cover a shift. It was a 1030-7, so I really didn't mind. Guess who phoned in "sick"...That's right, Larry. Any bets that he wasn't sick? Anywho, I like working those shifts, so today was good. And I didn't work with anyone I dislike, which makes it even better.

After work, I went over to Extra Foods to purchase all my toiletries and whatnot for res, then had to go over to Wal-Mart, because I couldn't find my laundry detergent nor my razor blades. I hope Mark likes Cheer. lol. Then home to finish my book, which was really good. I love Anne Rice (Blackwood Farm, for all those who care).

Anywho, I'm going to bed, because I'm tired and I work 1245-915 tomorrow, my favorite (coughSARCASMALOTcough).

Diana

*singing* Ooooooohhhhhhhhh, pleeeeeeaaaaaase staaaaaaaaaayyyy by me Diana... Good song, that. So yesturday was quite a good day, minus having to go shopping of course. But really, I can't give D an imaginary gift, so shopping was neccessary. I was meant to go over to Mark's yesturday morning, but he ended up having to work so I went shopping. It took me nearly two hours! GAH! And I was originally going to go with the idea Willis/Kim/Cedar did, but decided not to thankfully, as I figured someone else would.

After shopping, I headed over to U-Haul to see Mark in his working environment. Actually, I've never been in U-Haul, so it was fun. And I stood on the other side of the desk where only employees are supposed to be! Scandelous, I know. And then some dude forgot his checkbook. But Mark ran after him, so it was all good. And then I went back to Mark's while he went to the bank and was actually finished assembling Diana's present and writing in the card by the time he made it home. Am I good, or am I good?

I phoned Clare yesturday to make sure of Diana's address and I felt so bad because I know what she's going through! Poor Clare (and that was the Peter Pan "poor Nana" kind of "poor Clare"). You gotta love those codien pills, but only when you take the right dosage, lol.

I went into the liquor store to pick up Diana's alcohol for Mark, and I got a few looks. From 40-something women buying huge bottles of vodka. Do I look like a juvenile delinquent? I was also ID'd, but as I know I look 12, I had it in my hand and was passing it to her at the same time she opened her mouth to ask for it. She kind of laughed at me as well. Hmmm. I don't know about that store. And then some couple tried to pick up Mark while I was in there! Geez Louise.

D's was loads of fun, other than being boxed in by Alex and Salima, and then Cedar's dad after Al and Sa moved their cars. Sadly, we missed There's Something About Mary, but I've seen part of it already.

Anywho, Mark's coming over today, so I suppose I had better breakfast and get ready.

14 days, and counting

We've fourteen days left, can you believe it? It seems so close. I know the time is going to fly by. I picked up my printer, a bag for my laptop and Microsoft Office today. So, basically, I'm ready to go. I just have to finish packing my clothes and whatnot. Fourteen days, and then I am officially moved out. Gone. I can't wait. Fourteen days and then we will officially be university students. It's going to be great, I know it.

By the by, Diana's party is at her house, right?

Routine

Today was fairly routine. I got up at 6 am and made cookies and washed my outer wear things to box up for res and played around on the laptop for awhile. Then I went into town to run some errands before going over to Mark's for the day.

Whatever you do, don't watch The Ring. It was THE stupidest movie I have seen in a long while. We watched it today and even I wasn't scared. Me, the biggest wuss when it comes to scary movies ever. Really, it was just pathetic. Mona Lisa Smile, however, was quite good. A bit of a chick-flick, but a good one.

Would anyone care to explain this Hi5 thing to me? What is it's purpose, exactly? Oh, and I apologize for multiple invitations; I don't know what I'm doing.

Also, Willis are you still of the blogging world, or did I miss a memo?

Anyway, I'm tired. I have to go into the city tomorrow morning, wash laundry, and clean my room. I'm going to bed.

Always and Forever

I don't really have many memories from my childhood. I don't know why, maybe I was just a boring child, but one thing I do remember is the bedtime routine I had up until I was about 6 or 7. I guess I was too old after that or something. Who knows?

Anyway, my daddy used to come in and he would read me a story (usually out of my big, red Disney storybook), tuck me in, and then say my prayer. Generally, it was the Now I Lay Me prayer, but occasionaly the Our Father or Hail Mary. Oddly enough, my cousins also learned the Now I Lay Me one, only a variation. For those of you who don't know the prayer:

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Jess and Nate learned "guide me safely through the night and wake me with the morning light" instead of the "if I should die...take" bit.

After my prayer, daddy would give me a last hug and kiss, then my mum would hug me. Then mum would go to the door and just before she shut off the light, she would say "I love you all the way around the world and back, always and forever".

I don't know what made me think of this particular memory, and I don't know why it's one of my favorites. Perhaps it's that it was one of the few times I was truly happy. Maybe moving forward with life makes me look back. I just know that that will be one memory I will always love.

Mare's Wall of Hate

I hate Larry. There are very few people whom I hate, but Larry has distinguished himself enough to become one of them. He has joined my figurative wall of hate. The next time I work with him, there is going to be an accident because I cannot take him any more.

We were supposed to close together tonight. Key words: Supposed To. The other night when I went home sick, Larry had to close by himself and basically did nothing. He didn't clean his slicer, he didn't do the dishes, andhe didn't cover anything. Today, when Nancy very calmly asked him why he didn't, he threw a tantrum and stormed off because he felt that he shouldn't have to explain himself. Have I mentioned that Larry is at least in his late 50's? I don't know about you, but in my world when you don't do your work you get asked about it. Apparently not in his.

So, Larry left at the beginning of our 8 and half hour shift, leaving me to close alone. Thank goodness Erin stayed an extra hour. Amazingly, even though I was by myself for 2 hours, I still managed to clean everything and get out ON TIME. Jesus Larry, what's your excuse going to be this time, no one wanted to play nicely?

Congratulations Larry, you have made it onto my figurative Wall of Hate. Have a cookie.

Getting Better

Cody and Amy came in the store this evening. To the deli, in fact, to get sandwich meat. And I didn't hide. Actually, I served them. I had a normal conversation with him. I can't say that didn't feel incredibly guilty, but I felt less so. Less than I have in a very long time. And it felt...good. And surprisingly, as he really initiated the conversation, it doesn't seem like he hates me. Which is odd, because he should. He should hate me a lot. But it doesn't seem like he does.

I still get a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach when I see him, and I don't think I will ever stop feeling guilty, but it's getting better. It's getting better.

A Barrel of Monkeys

Work yesturday was more fun than A Barrel of Monkeys, and I should know, as I used to own aforementioned A Barrel of Monkeys. That was a pretty fun game. I ended up skivving off three hourse early because I wasn't feeling well (or "feeling poorly", as Mark says), so I ended up not closing. Which is always good, I suppose, but it means less money for Mare. Oh well, I work alot the next couple of weeks, so all good. Sadly, it looks like Larry isn't quitting after all. *tear* I got all excited for nothing.

I watched The Pacifier last night, and it was pretty good. Granted, Vin Diesel is more of a type actor, but he did really well in this movie. It was't really funny, but it was aight. Anywho, I have to work today, so I'm off. You really ought to play A Barrel of Monkeys. It's good fun.

20 Days Until Res

I finally got my laptop yesterday. Well, Daddy bought me my laptop for my birthday/christmas present. I can finally go on messenger! YAY! I'm almost ready for res. Now I need a printer...

Work yesterday wasn't all that bad, considering I had to work with Larry. There were practically no customers, so basically I was being paid to stand around. I can deal with that. And I ended up closing by myself because they let Laura go home early, but I don't mind. I was actually just as fast as when there's two of us. How sad. Oh, but the high point of my day: Larry might be quitting! I know it's incredibly mean to be happy, but I really can't stand working with him. He's a really nice guy, and if he didn't work in my department, I probably wouldn't have a problem with him. But he does, and I do, thus I am happy he may be quitting. Unfortunately, if he decides to work today, I have to suffer through eight and a half hours with him because we close together. Woot.

Right now, I have no car. My dad was fixing something to do with the tail pipe and the muffler, and then the tail pipe fell completely off my car. Not so good. So now, my car is sitting in a few pieces on my driveway, and Mare has no car to get to work. *sigh* Looks like my parents will, once again, be driving me.

Work Rant

Oh, I hate work. Today was just a delightful first day back. First off, I got to see my shifts for the next two weeks, and apparently, I really really like 1245-915 shifts. Alot. Mare's schedule (for all those who care) is the following:
Sunday (14): 1245-915
Monday (15): 1245-915
Tuesday (16): 1245-915
Thursday (18): 1245-915
Tuesday (23): 4-915
Wednesday (24): 4-915
Thursday (25): 1245-915
Friday (26): 1245-915
So, apparently, I also really like closing. Seriously, WTF?! This is THE worst set of shifts I have gotten to date, including when I first started and was the newbie. Right now, Pam is NOT my favorite person.

I got to work with Larry today. Whoo. I am seriously going to kill that man. One day soon, he is going to have an accident or somehow lock himself in the deli cooler. He NEVER puts anything away, he can't hear properly, he STILL doesn't know the difference between honey ham and toupee ham, and I just can't take it anymore.

And what the hell is with people, ADULT people, putting their mucky hands all over the god damn windows?! Children, I can understand because they don't know any better. But really, why adults? Clearly, they're windows, NOT a leaning ledge, NOT a place to put hands, WINDOWS! Ie, you LOOK through them, NOT TOUCH THEM!!! GRRRRRRRRRR! And when I am cleaning the windows, which they can clearly see, do they feel the need to muck up the window I have JUST CLEANED?! Seriously, is there a magic force-field around the deli that blocks out common sense? Because that's the only explanation I can come up with.

Anyway. I saw Erin and her baby and Cheryl today. It's Brook's birthday soon and they were getting things for her birthday party. She's gotten really big and, I have to say, quite cute. But anyway, I'm going to bed because tomorrow I, once again, close. 4-915 woot. Please, someone kill me now.

Non-Drugged Mare

I have taken myself off of the lovely codeine pain killers. It's ever so sad, as they work delightfully and put me in a haze so that I really don't know what's going on and I fall asleep all the time, but at the same time, it's really quite good as I really do need to be aware of what's going on. But I have to say, this new-found clarity has put me in a rather weird mood lol. Ah, but whatcha gonna do? But because I can't be totally off pain pills, I have switched to Advil, "for today's tough pain". Oh I watch too many commercials.

Yesterday was really good. After I finally hauled my ass out of bed and had breakfast and whatnot, Mark came over and we watched the World Track & Field ... thingy. Whatever it's called. Apparently the decathlon guy we wanted to win did. You know, that American guy. What's-his-name. And I shall censor for Willis and not add anymore details. After all, we can't ruin the innocent lol.

I decided to wear my new uni outfit to Montana's last night, which was really fun. I enjoy that outfit immensely. Although, I didn't realize when I bought them that the pants were quite that low when I bent over. Thus I had to break out the adjustable undergarments to make them low enough so I wouldn't subject anyone to an accidental sighting. See, I was thinking of you guys. The fettucini alfredo was absolutely FABULOUS! In fact, it was AB FAB! But then I went and drank the first glass of iced tea with the straw when I was specifically told not too. Oops. Hopefully, I didn't cause any damage. I don't think I did. Theb, I have to say, your hair is SO hot SO steamy! I like it A LOT! It was really nice seeing everyone again. I mean, I pretty much have seen no one since grad. Isn't that terrible? *sigh* The life of a working girl.

You know, Mark said last night that everyone looked grown up, and it's so true. Practically everyone has changed their look somehow and ... I don't know. Maybe it's the realization that we're all going our separate ways soon and the IB group is breaking up. Maybe everyone has grown up over the past month. Maybe we've just all found ourselves. I don't know. Whatever it is, we all have it. And we've all grown up. It's kind of sad in a way, but it's really exciting too because it means we're all ready for the next big phase in our lives. I'm definitely ready. Are you?

Another Step

Before I talk about today, I'll just update about last night. I wasn't expecting anything to happen, but Mark came over, which was super. I wasn't too out of it, in spite of my drugs, so that was nice. We watched tv and stretched my jaw out a bit. After all, the doctor said I should be exercisizing my jaw so that I'll eventually be able to open it normally *wink*. Actually, as it is I can barely yawn. *mutters* stupid jaw... But anywho, we had fun :)

Today was rather productive. I went to the doctor and got 3 perscriptions renewed, so I won't have to go again before I move into uni. And then I went SCHOOL SUPPLIES SHOPPING! *drools* Ah yes, the sweet, sweet season of back to school. I heart school supplies. And thus I am another step closer to res. I also purchased another pillow and a small storage drawer thingy. Res is getting very close indeed.

I also handed in my letter of resignation today to my supervisor and my boss. My last day will be 31 August, so I think I've given them adequate notice. I also requested the 28th off because I'm going to Fort Edmonton for the harvest festival! Yay! I think Mark (and possibly parental units) are coming as well. Anywho, I'm off for din.

Mare is healing.

Yup, I am. Actually, yesterday was pretty bad, but the swelling has gone down so I now look like I have only gained 30 lbs instead of 50 lbs. Woot! Well, the random bruising on my face and arm make up for the lack of chubbiness in their own special ways, really. But anyway, at least I'm not sick anymore! :D Although, I still have times where I'm so doped up on the drugs I have that I'm completely out of it. It's quite odd. All of a sudden, I'm in that half-way between sleeping and awake place, but I'm moving around. I wonder if that's what people on Valium feel like?

I basically did nothing yesterday but lay around and sleep. Melly and Aunty Joanne and Uncle Dan came over for a bit and they gave me my birthday present/uni stuff (because who doesn't like school supplies?). Today I shall be more productive. I've already commenced more packing, so my room is temporarily a mess whilst I figure out what I want to come with me. But that will be cleaned up later. That's all that's happening today though, as I'll probably end up sleeping for half the afternoon, as per usual. Seriously, I don't think I've slept this much since I was a baby. It's CRAZY!

Tomorrow will be even more productive. Just wait and see.

Why?

Why is Mare up so late, especially after she has just gotten her wisdom teeth out? Well let me tell you, it is not because she wants to be. No, it is because she has been paying her dues to the porcelain god, and would rather sit on the computer while waiting for the gravol to take affect than sit in bed. It's a shorter dash to the washroom if I feel like sicking up some more. But Mare is excrutiatingly tired and wishes she were in bed. Poor Mare, can't win tonight. Mare is also incredibly groggy. Hmmm, not so good for typing.

Mare is no longer wise.

That's right, my wisdom teeth, the source of all wisdom, are gone. I think I should apologize in advance if this post makes less sense than usual, because I'm pretty groggy right now and intend on going back to bed as soon as I've finished writing. The whole surgery experience went better than I though in some ways, but worse than I thought in others.

First up was the 'consult'. Basically, Dr. Drobrovolsky told me that there are lots of very good reasons why he should remove my teeth, and none why he shouldn't. Well woot, wasn't that what I was there for? He also told me he would be putting me to sleep because that would be nicer for me. Again, I already knew this. Then some waiting around and form-signing and then off to the surgery room.

When I got into the surgery room, they made me put on this hat thing for my hair, and then the anesthesiologist asked me some random questions (what school do you go to, etc) and then asked my if I was ready for the needle as he was jabbing me. I didn't actually hear what he said because everyone was talking so fast, so I said "pardon?" and he repeated the question and then said he hoped I was ready because it was already done. It actually hurt when he started pushing the anesthetic in, but then my arm went all cold. He told me my throat would start tingling and then it did and before you could say "Jack Robinson" I was out. Seriously, one second I was wondering what was up with my throat and the next I was waking up.

Waking up in the recovery room was the worst bit because I was so disoriented. They don't show you it before hand, so all of a sudden you just wake up in some random room with other random people on the beds next to you. As I was waking up, I didn't know what the heck was going on and I got a little scared. I know, I'm a wuss, but I couldn't help it. I was so groggy and there was nothing familiar around me and there was no one to tell me what was happening. I woke up thinking about Mark, and I think I tried to call out for him but it came out as more of a wimper as my mouth was really dry and I had a whole bunch of gauze in my mouth (which I totally did not know about until I saw the nurse take the gauze out of boy #1's mouth beside me). Anywho, I think a nurse heard me, because she came over and I think she told me to go back to sleep for some reason, but she may have said don't go back to sleep. I'm not sure which. In any event, I didn't and tried to take note of my surroundings instead.

Boy #1's sister was brought in and Boy #2 (Ashton kutcher hair guy) and Boy #1 as well as girl # started waking up. After the nurses got Ashley (the sister, or Girl #2 if you prefer) up (she didn't want to wake up apparently) they got all of us out of bed and explained stuff and made us drink ginger ale. I hate ginger ale. And then off to pick up my perscriptions, where I was stared at by many young children and pointedly NOT stared at by adults, and then home.

Actually, I felt really good yesturday because I still had the freezing in and I wasn't completely doped up like today. And on that not, I shall leave you and go to bed. Congrats for making it to the end of the novel lol.

Shopping

So today I went shopping with my grandma at Londonderry Mall for my birthday present. Well, first we went out for breakfast, and then shopping. She gave me a $150 limit, so I was like 'whoa'. Usually, Mare does not get monetary limits like that. Usually, Mare gets to pick out a shirt or a pair of pants or summat, not 'here, go nuts'. It was crazy. Anyway, I picked out a whole new outfit that only cost like, $85. I was impressed. I got a pair of jeans, a polo-like Alyssa-style top, a jean jacket, and a pair of shoes. Mare is now ready for uni. And Mark approves of the outfit, so it's all good *wink*. Obviously, went over Mark's after shopping and we watched Pirates! Huzzah! ... Look, a boy! There's a boy in the water! ... But why is the rum gone? ... So we're all men of our words really, except for Elizabeth who is, in fact, a woman. ... The Code is more what you'd call 'guidelines' than actual rules. Oh...good movie. Right Theb? So all in all it was a good day.

Getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow, so don't know when I'll post next. Hopefully within a day or two, but don't hold your breath. Well, providing I'm not one of those people who die when they're put under anesthesia, of course.

Legal

Yes, Mare is finally legal. I can now legally indulge in vice...smoking, drinking, gambling, it's all open to Mare. But, I only indulged in one vice last night, in honor of my new-found legality. I figure I'll take it slow..lol.

I went to the doctor yesterday afternoon about my asthma, and apparently I'm just supposed to take my orange inhaler all the time and "see how it goes". Ah yes, trial and error with medication, my favorite. lol. But hey, if it works, all the better. Other than that, I did nothing yesterday until it was time to go for dinner.

My parents and Mark and I went out for dinner at BP's (Boston Pizza, not British Petroleum of course, although that would have been interesting lol), which was really fun. I had fetticini alfredo with teriaki chicken... mmmmm... alfredo lol. It was soooo good! And I got ID'ed for the very first time (because let's face it, I look like I'm 12) when I ordered my drink. It was a Long Island Ice Tea, and it was SO good. Kalyn, you have to try it if you haven't allready. And I also got a free desert because it was my birthday; a chocolate brownie with whip cream and ice cream and chocolate and caramel sauce. It was the tastiest treat I've ever had! lol.

After we got home, Mark and I watched part of a Knight's Tale (Heath is NOT hot,NOT steamy) and then Clare and Rabe came over with a fantaulously creative gift (or giftS as the case was lol). Then after they left, Mark and I finished the movie and he went home, and Mare went to bed because I'm going shopping today. What fun. Anywho, I have to go have a shower because I have to leave in half an hour. Yay.

10% Tuesdays...

...suck! I seriously hate them with the burning passion of a thousand suns. That's right, not just dislike, but HATE! It was insanely busy yesterday. Seriously, I have never been so tired after work. And I had to work 145- 1015. Funzies. And there were no terms of endearment used when talking to me! Just when I was getting used to them.*sigh* But ya, not a very eventful day, just work. Although I have to say, Myles and Kelly are just so very cute! lol. Myles actually hung around the store all day yesterday just so he could be with Kelly on her brakes and then take her home after her shift. I personally think he's crazy, but it's cute.

I made cookies yesterday morning. I figure, this is my last week of normal food, and I'm going to enjoy it! SO THERE! After all, I'll probly just end up losing the weight anyway. Besides, I really really wanted cookies. And they were good...*drools* mmmmm...chocolate...

I also almost finished cleaning out my closet. Just a couple of things to decide what to do with and throw into boxes, and it will be officially done. Huzzah! Then I won't have to worry about the rest of the junk until after I'm feeling better. See? Great plan!

Anywho, today is going to be busy. Got to do some laundry, go to the doctor, run some errands and then we're going out for dinner. mmm, Boston Pizza...

Another day, another shift.

So I worked an 8 1/2 hour again today. It was alright because it was 11-730 (one of the better shifts, IMO). I was once again referred to as "darlin'", except the guy sounded Australian, so it came out more like "dah-lynn". He also called me "sweetness". I don't know about that one.

I've started organizing what I want to take with me to res and what I want to store at home and boxing stuff up and whatnot. So far, I'm half-way through my closet lol. There's a lot of junk in there. I've been working so much lately that I figure I won't have much time after I recover from getting my wisdom teeth out, so I had better start getting stuff together now. Plus it's fun. lol. And it's really amazing what you find in your closet!

I work pretty late tomorrow night, so I probably won't post. I think y'all can handle it.

"Sometimes, wishes don't get heard and dreams don't come true." Sara Lynne Schaeffer