first real day at my new job! i’m so excited, the girls are really sweet and the job is so much more in line with what i actually want to be doing with my life than selling shoes at a sporting goods store. and t-minus five days and counting until we move! kitchen is boxed up and so are the living room shelves and now i’ve got to start working on my room (ahhhh!). lots of good things happening right now.
argh i have been agonizing over this paper for like two weeks now so i went to school today and just sat in the library and threw out all my old research and stopped using the internet and only used the law books as sources and banged out five pages in two hours and i emailed the draft to my professor and she just emailed me back (seriously i sent her the draft like twenty minutes ago) and said it was, and i quote “really good work”
like i cannot even express
how much better i feel
i often think about that summer, the sweat the moonlight and the lace, and i have rarely held another when i haven’t seen her face
so every time i hear “that summer” on the radio in my car i definitely turn the volume all the way up. and nights like tonight, hearing that song makes me want to reread that fic, which for me is not as much of a vanity exercise as it might sound. writing this fic was like being struck by lightning. i never felt like i was orchestrating the story, i felt like i was watching it happen. it gave me a purpose at a time in my life when i didn’t have any. it gave me a chance to be honest with myself about my sexuality, not to ignore my feelings or make excuses for them but to sit down and face myself, and enjoy it. and, perhaps most importantly, that fic is the reason i met sarah. and when i read it, i don’t feel proud of my work or anything like that; when i read it, i remember all the things that i was feeling at the time i was writing and i can see how far i’ve come in the last year (holy shit it’s been a year!) and i love that.
so excuse me while i go reread my own work, quietly playing garth brooks in the background.
dear writers of the closer,
thank you for explaining transferred intent to me. this is actually relevant to my criminal law class rn.
in all the excitement around my birthday and going to see sarah, i forgot to celebrate my two year anniversary on tumblr.
obligatory end of the year post. it’s been a crazy year for me; my nephew was born in february and my pawpaw died the next week, i said good bye to friends as everyone graduated and went out in the world, i found a plan for my future i could actually be excited about, and i fell in love. lots of ups and downs over the last twelve months, and i can’t wait to see what next year has in store.
now it’s time to get drunk.
does anybody remember that photo that was going around just a few days of a little angry looking owl on some dude’s arm and the caption was like “left my window down and this little guy got in my truck” or something bc LE really wants to show it to her sister and apparently i didn’t like it and i have gone through 15 pages of the blog i *thought* i saw it on and now i cannot find and the owl tag is like chock full of hipster posts jesus the one post i don’t like and now i need to find it
welp i took a two hour power nap, went by work and got my schedule worked out so i can go home on sunday and nabbed some tasty treats my boss made. now snuggling with the kitty and watching the netflix.
raise your hand if you’re ready for it to be christmas already.
adventures in being friends with music majors
pam: i’m going to be a cat! i’m singing part of the cat duet.
me: there are singing cats in an opera about paul bunyan?
random strangers (after seeing me grab three rolls of paper towels, a twelve pack of toilet paper and a container of brunswick stew out of the bed of a truck that does not belong to me and then proceed to walk across the street): excuse me what are you doing?
me: were you at the show just now?
me: i live with the violinist. her parents dropped off some provisions for us.
guess who just got a speeding ticket?
oh my god i haven’t gotten a speeding ticket since i was like sixteen this is ridiculous. apparently the speed limit is always 25 through that school zone, not just during school hours like it would be everywhere else in the world. damn elon cops got nothing to do because all the kids are on break.
the cat is kneading my tummy.
only she doesn’t know it’s my tummy, she thinks it’s just the blanket.
i find it oddly comforting.
i think i’m coming unraveled.
ace bandage: check
brownie mix: check
here’s hoping i’ll be a functional human being again soon.
getting in the car and heading for home. the marathon has begun. probs won’t be back on here until saturday, but there are bunnies in the queue :)
it’s just me and reese and a warehouse 13 marathon tonight.
let’s recap the last 24 hours
- trey had a seizure (or several, not super clear) and had to be carried out of work on a stretcher by EMTs
- which left us with four (technically three lbr) people to close down a store that requires at least eight/nine people
- two dudes ran out the door with a shit ton of north face the second i wasn’t staring them down
- got called in for a few extra hours today to prepare for armageddon tomorrow
- couldn’t stay long enough to finish anything because we’re already over on payroll
- i unloaded more freight yesterday in two and a half hours WITH ALL OF THE OTHER SHENANIGANS HAPPENING than matt got done in the first five hours of his shift today which leaves me and the other girl to try to sort that shit out while preparing for armageddon
- going into work an hour early tomorrow to try to get ready
- did i mention tomorrow will be the apocalypse for us?
- oh, and i have to write a paper today. it’s only five pages, but i have done no research whatsoever.
- at least my boss offered to buy me (several) beers after tomorrow is done.