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Let's see what an exciting week it's been.
Spent the beginning of last week over Allen's dorm while he had his wisdom teeh pulled, got to meet his mother. She's a good deal nicer than mine is, that's for certain, at least from the impression I get. That's something that I've started to take into account, the way your parents present themselves when in the presence of their children's friends. But maybe that's just because my mother had so many faces and all of the problems that I encountered when one of my friends refused to believe me that my mother was doing or saying the things she had been. Talk about an eye opener, that was something depression at the time but I think I've just learned to shrug that sort of thing off. Anyhow, back to the week in review. Ended up seeing Fight Club for the first time while I was over, one of those movies that my sister told me that I -had- to see. So I saw it.
Work's been fine. Getting used to the whole full time grind again and back into the swing of things, as it were. Still loathing the fact I have to be up at ass early just to get there, but hey, it's money and it's good. Getting into the habit of drinking coffee in the morning, at least for the caffeine boost, still loading it up with cream and sugar, and sometimes following in one of the people I work with's footsteps and adding a little bit of fudge. Olivia also adds vanilla icecream to the mix or something like that, but that's just a little too far for me. Slightly annoyed with the fact that what cash I had in my wallet this last past Sunday was stolen out of my purse from the breakroom. Now, I understand it's my fault for having left it in there, but that still means that there's someone at work whose doing that sort of thing. Nothing else was taken out of it, and nothing else was of any value in there, certainly not the book I had or even my debit card, which not only requires the PIN but the fact it's got my picture on it. I'm irritated about that, but hey, it's one more learning experience, I suppose.
Sadness to say that I won't be able to go to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yllis's wedding. I could still go, I suppose, but when I think about it more, with only two paychecks under my belt and the ticket already at $400 right now, it's just probably -better- for me that I don't. Woe. But there's not much else I can do about it. I owe my sister money and when I get that paid off, the better I'll feel about it all, I have to say. I'll have to send not only my regrets of not being able to attend, but the promise of shopping sprees to Tanchan for whenever we -do- get to meet.
This last weekend had been something of an interesting affair. Went over to Allen's and watched some Fruits Basket after work, the next day, I came home from work and made spaghetti and meatballs. It was the first time I had tried to make meatballs and combining a recipe from my stepmother and the one in the Better Homes and Gardens cookbook, they turned out rather tastily. I was rather pleased with the entire thing and had to tell -everyone- that I was a master chef just to bloat my ego s'more. While I was cooking, I had my mom call (gasp) and caught up on stuff with her, actually. It makes her feel less alienated, I suppose, not really sure, but I was in a phone-talking sort of mood and there's always someone that will -always- talk no matter what. That's my mother!
I was filled in on the gossip revolving around my younger sister, much to my... perverse sense of glee on some subjects. Specifically that she's moved onto someone else to shower with affection, or something like that. This is coming from my mother so I don't really know how much of it is the truth. Mandy's not really talking to me much after the whole Marcus debacle and my intense displeasure that one of -my- friends should be persuing my sister. The whole mix of family and friends does not work well with me and I refuse to be burned by it again. I had to remember to keep my mouth shut about the information regarding Mandy's... lack of judgement a few weeks ago at a party that resulted in quite the stupid move on her part. I'm still not sure who reads this journal, actually, and with no intention to lock the entry, I'll be enigmatic about the details. Suffice to say, I just had to remember to not inform my mother of it, if only because if I wasn't supposed to have known to begin with, than I doubt my mother was. Gotta love those people that can't keep secrets to save their life.
Yesterday, I went with Allen to Seattle to pick up his roommate, Devon, from Union Station. On the radio, I heard that the Pacific Northwest Ballet was going to be performing "Carmina Burana" in a few weeks, over the weekend of both my birthday and my sister's. Remembering that Cory likes that particular piece of music, I got the idea to go and see it, despite the fact that neither of us have -ever- been to the ballet before. The closest thing we have been to the ballet is like... dance recitals when we were kids in New Hampshire, and somehow, I think that's not really an accurate comparison. I sprang the idea on her last night, and she thinks it'll be fun, so when I get paid next week, I'll purchase tickets for us ($62 a person for the seats I want) and inquire on the dress code. Even if we end up bored to tears with the dancing, hopefully, the fact that we're both classically musically trained will allow us to just enjoy the ballet itself.
Today's project is sugar cookies. Why? Because I like sugar cookies. The dough's chilling in the fridge at the moment and won't be ready for another two hours.
I particularly love it when telemarketers call asking for "Mrs Owens" looking for my sister. And then they ask for "Cory" as though they weren't the same person. Anyone who makes both of those mistakes can't possibly be really looking for my sister to begin with. Morons.
Spent the beginning of last week over Allen's dorm while he had his wisdom teeh pulled, got to meet his mother. She's a good deal nicer than mine is, that's for certain, at least from the impression I get. That's something that I've started to take into account, the way your parents present themselves when in the presence of their children's friends. But maybe that's just because my mother had so many faces and all of the problems that I encountered when one of my friends refused to believe me that my mother was doing or saying the things she had been. Talk about an eye opener, that was something depression at the time but I think I've just learned to shrug that sort of thing off. Anyhow, back to the week in review. Ended up seeing Fight Club for the first time while I was over, one of those movies that my sister told me that I -had- to see. So I saw it.
Work's been fine. Getting used to the whole full time grind again and back into the swing of things, as it were. Still loathing the fact I have to be up at ass early just to get there, but hey, it's money and it's good. Getting into the habit of drinking coffee in the morning, at least for the caffeine boost, still loading it up with cream and sugar, and sometimes following in one of the people I work with's footsteps and adding a little bit of fudge. Olivia also adds vanilla icecream to the mix or something like that, but that's just a little too far for me. Slightly annoyed with the fact that what cash I had in my wallet this last past Sunday was stolen out of my purse from the breakroom. Now, I understand it's my fault for having left it in there, but that still means that there's someone at work whose doing that sort of thing. Nothing else was taken out of it, and nothing else was of any value in there, certainly not the book I had or even my debit card, which not only requires the PIN but the fact it's got my picture on it. I'm irritated about that, but hey, it's one more learning experience, I suppose.
Sadness to say that I won't be able to go to
yllis's wedding. I could still go, I suppose, but when I think about it more, with only two paychecks under my belt and the ticket already at $400 right now, it's just probably -better- for me that I don't. Woe. But there's not much else I can do about it. I owe my sister money and when I get that paid off, the better I'll feel about it all, I have to say. I'll have to send not only my regrets of not being able to attend, but the promise of shopping sprees to Tanchan for whenever we -do- get to meet.This last weekend had been something of an interesting affair. Went over to Allen's and watched some Fruits Basket after work, the next day, I came home from work and made spaghetti and meatballs. It was the first time I had tried to make meatballs and combining a recipe from my stepmother and the one in the Better Homes and Gardens cookbook, they turned out rather tastily. I was rather pleased with the entire thing and had to tell -everyone- that I was a master chef just to bloat my ego s'more. While I was cooking, I had my mom call (gasp) and caught up on stuff with her, actually. It makes her feel less alienated, I suppose, not really sure, but I was in a phone-talking sort of mood and there's always someone that will -always- talk no matter what. That's my mother!
I was filled in on the gossip revolving around my younger sister, much to my... perverse sense of glee on some subjects. Specifically that she's moved onto someone else to shower with affection, or something like that. This is coming from my mother so I don't really know how much of it is the truth. Mandy's not really talking to me much after the whole Marcus debacle and my intense displeasure that one of -my- friends should be persuing my sister. The whole mix of family and friends does not work well with me and I refuse to be burned by it again. I had to remember to keep my mouth shut about the information regarding Mandy's... lack of judgement a few weeks ago at a party that resulted in quite the stupid move on her part. I'm still not sure who reads this journal, actually, and with no intention to lock the entry, I'll be enigmatic about the details. Suffice to say, I just had to remember to not inform my mother of it, if only because if I wasn't supposed to have known to begin with, than I doubt my mother was. Gotta love those people that can't keep secrets to save their life.
Yesterday, I went with Allen to Seattle to pick up his roommate, Devon, from Union Station. On the radio, I heard that the Pacific Northwest Ballet was going to be performing "Carmina Burana" in a few weeks, over the weekend of both my birthday and my sister's. Remembering that Cory likes that particular piece of music, I got the idea to go and see it, despite the fact that neither of us have -ever- been to the ballet before. The closest thing we have been to the ballet is like... dance recitals when we were kids in New Hampshire, and somehow, I think that's not really an accurate comparison. I sprang the idea on her last night, and she thinks it'll be fun, so when I get paid next week, I'll purchase tickets for us ($62 a person for the seats I want) and inquire on the dress code. Even if we end up bored to tears with the dancing, hopefully, the fact that we're both classically musically trained will allow us to just enjoy the ballet itself.
Today's project is sugar cookies. Why? Because I like sugar cookies. The dough's chilling in the fridge at the moment and won't be ready for another two hours.
I particularly love it when telemarketers call asking for "Mrs Owens" looking for my sister. And then they ask for "Cory" as though they weren't the same person. Anyone who makes both of those mistakes can't possibly be really looking for my sister to begin with. Morons.
