January. Oh, Yay.
Well, as most of you are aware, I was home for Christmas. I started in a less-than-sanguine mood because I had been stood up the day before I drove down, and it only went downhill when I realized I'd had just about enough of my sister halfway home from the airport with her. To me, she seemed to be saying "Be like me! Be like me!" I don't want to be like her, glamorous and exciting and fun as it may be. I want to be like me. Trying to justify myself to my mother is enough work without adding my sister to the equation. In talking to my therapist this week, I realized that my sister stirs up things inside me so primal that even I can't verbalize them. Enough! I enjoyed seeing the people I saw over my all-too-brief break, and regret not seeing those I missed.
Anyway, I had a delightful-if-sober New Year's, I went to the house of my friends after my shift at Kohl's (yup, they're open both on New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, for those of you who really have to get your shop on), and they fed me egg-and-creams and potato chips. Now, these egg-and-creams didn't have either eggs or cream, perhaps in deference to a guest who is vegan, but they did have chocolate syrup and seltzer water in them, and they were yummy. We also watched two movies that involved William Randolph Hearst, just in case you thought media monopolies were new. It was kind of funny in the first one, "The Cat's Meow," when I was just waiting for Jennifer Tilly, playing a young Louella Parsons, to say "And one time, at Band Camp...." Those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, I'll explain it sometime later...maybe.
So now it's back to the grind. The person who stood me up knows he owes me dinner. I woke up with a mild case of stomach flu this morning, but it has dissapated. I'm still working seven days a week, but my parents are now looking actively for a car for me, or at least, as actively as I can make them. My interview seemed to go well, but you can never be sure about such things. Anyway, I will try to post more often now that the holiday nuttiness is over; stay tuned for my letter to Target on how much money they could have made off me during the Commercial Season if they only respected womens' rights.
Anyway, I had a delightful-if-sober New Year's, I went to the house of my friends after my shift at Kohl's (yup, they're open both on New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, for those of you who really have to get your shop on), and they fed me egg-and-creams and potato chips. Now, these egg-and-creams didn't have either eggs or cream, perhaps in deference to a guest who is vegan, but they did have chocolate syrup and seltzer water in them, and they were yummy. We also watched two movies that involved William Randolph Hearst, just in case you thought media monopolies were new. It was kind of funny in the first one, "The Cat's Meow," when I was just waiting for Jennifer Tilly, playing a young Louella Parsons, to say "And one time, at Band Camp...." Those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, I'll explain it sometime later...maybe.
So now it's back to the grind. The person who stood me up knows he owes me dinner. I woke up with a mild case of stomach flu this morning, but it has dissapated. I'm still working seven days a week, but my parents are now looking actively for a car for me, or at least, as actively as I can make them. My interview seemed to go well, but you can never be sure about such things. Anyway, I will try to post more often now that the holiday nuttiness is over; stay tuned for my letter to Target on how much money they could have made off me during the Commercial Season if they only respected womens' rights.
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