Tonight was Beth's going away party. I just don't feel like she really likes me at all, and I can't tell if I'm correctly reading it or if she's just a bit of an aloof person. Anyhow, I felt vaguely like I was intruding even to just partake of her hospitality. We all ordered our own dinner, and Jenna brought the cake, but I still felt like I was imposing. *sigh*

Tomorrow I start training at four pm. Five hours of general company training, then all of next week for register training. Wheeha, party on a stick. I'm excited, though, I really can't stand doing nothing so much. Plus I get to tell my mother and she can stop asking me to email her. She calls me and asks me to email her. Dur?

I'm so happy I'm going to be busy again soon. I can't take too much free time. Rots my brain. Or soon to be lack thereof. Though I have been getting insanely ambitious lately. I made a list of things I should be doing, actually. Well, just odd ranging goals of varying difficulty and general feasibility.

1. Make chocolate chip cookies
2. Write a decent song
3. Draw something and send it out
4. read The Mind's I
5. Buy a decent piccolo (yes, this'll be a long time in coming)
6. Find an orchestra and/or a woodwind quartet to play with
7. Master the art of making crepes
8. Make a quiche (it's been a while)
9. Open a bank account
10. Finish making mixes for people

Not that exciting, all in all, is it? I think my mind is borked lately anyhow.

Today Beth lent me a Neil Gaiman book. YAY! It's Smoke and Mirrors, a collection of short stuff. Mayhap I'll have more to say about it once I bloody start it.

This is completely idiotic, but after a month of going nuts because I've had the fan behind me blowing wisps of hair itchily into my face I've finally mooved the blooming thing in front of me. Took me all of two minutes. I'm a lazy arse.

Cracker concert on Saturday. I think Rob was thinking about a party, too, but he seemed to be considering rescheduling. I guess I want to go, but I still don't know that I want him to reschedule unless there are other good reasons.

It's really rough when you can't tell if there's genuine animosity or if it's just an extreme form of jocularity.
posted by Unknown at 12:12 AM