Train. NYC. Romance. Jealous.

A week has passed and I somehow managed to make it through finals week while sleeping terribly.  It's not like I was stressed about tests or stayed up late/woke up early to study, it was just one of those weeks, you know?  And I continued to sleep awfully throughout the weekend, no thanks to my Saturday night in which I started drinking a little too early and Connor's band played a little too late in the night.  This equaled a decent amount of time with me nearly taking a nap curled up behind their merchandise table. Real mature, but a girl needs her beauty sleep.  Alas, the little space behind the merch table did not provide me with that because I was showing off crack whore type bags under my eyes the whole rest of the weekend.  I'm not worried though because it's Christmas break and I don't go back to school for a month.

A little update on my recently acquired temporary holiday job:  I quit. After the first day.  I'm brash.  Maybe too impulsive but I guess I know when something isn't for me.  I literally don't know why I thought I was desperate enough to take a job that I always said I wasn't going to take, aka, a job in retail or attempting to sell things.  I despise those times in stores when you can't get across to the cashier that you do not want to open a credit card.  I don't care if I'll save 10% if I spend $650 dollars.  I know I won't read the fine print and end up owing 7 times the amount of money I even charge on this credit card.  My mom would be so furious if my credit score was less than perfect, and yes, I do still care if I make my mom upset because she still let's me eat all the food we have at our house. She may be my parent, but she technically could cut me off any time she wants.  She wouldn't, but she could.  I respect that.
  Furthermore, I don't particularly enjoy when workers come up to me and ask if I need help.  I know that's supposed to be polite and stuff, but if I need help I'll just ask.  I suppose some people are a little shy and it's easier to respond to a question than initiate the question, but that's not me.  So having to do that to other people just isn't conducive to me being in a happy state of mind.  I didn't want to spend my last college holiday break doing that.  We'll see how long it takes until I get painfully bored of not working and try and get some hours at the coffee shop (my summer employment).

In other news not about me, Tom is currently in New York City visiting his girlfriend, Jess.  They are one of my favorite couples.  I'm not being biased because one is my sibling and the other one is beautiful.  But they speak in Russian accents together and look like they stepped out of the 60's.  And so Tom took a train alone (ROMANTIC.) to the city to visit her for a week and then he's bringing her back on a train (ROMANTIC, but a little less romantic because they're together and for some reason love seems more romantic when one is pining or longing to reach the other one.  Funny how that works, yeah?).

I texted him a few times during his journey making jokes about going to Hogwarts (because he's on a train).  They weren't that funny because Tom didn't read the Harry Potter series, he's a LOTR man.  And I only have read 3 and 1/2 of the books so technically I wasn't justified in making the jokes at all.

Thoughts and prayers to those in Newtown.  It makes me feel sick to talk about it, but it feels too wrong to not acknowledge it.
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Can it Be Friday?

I really wanted to write yesterday but I couldn't justify spending any less time studying for my Poverty/Welfare final than I was already wasting.  I got sufficiently more work done while home this weekend than I thought I would which is a plus, but I wouldn't have done well on my exam if I didn't cram three straight hours of studying in today.  Granted, all the time I spent studying at home was definitely half assed.  I was cooped up in Tom's old room (it's the only room in the house where a laptop can pick up free wi-fi signal from surrounding houses) all the while my father is barging in and out with furniture from the living room.  He was making room for the Christmas tree...  The next time I tried studying I was with Jenna and Tim Horton's.  I don't know why we think we can not see each other for a week then get together to "study" and actually study.  It sounds like I'm insinuating something sexual but really we just have to fill each other up with details about our love life.  So I probably got twenty minutes of focus time, the minutes weren't even consecutive... within the 120 minutes we were there.  Thirdly, I was studying next to Connor in his room last night while he's learning to play a new song on his guitar.  Did I think his playing was going to be conducive to me retaining information from my notebook?  No.  Was it?  Absolutely not.  But it saved me some time today of organizing my materials.  Obviously the most productive time I spent studying was at the library in a little secluded cubby by myself.  HOW BORING AND PREDICTABLE.

I got the job I interviewed for on Saturday.  I'm quite pleased that I'll have something consistent to do over break, but it's going to blow if I have to work Christmas Eve and NYE etc.  (The job is a product of hiring holiday help at a department store that I'm not going to name because I don't want to lose the job I just got).  Don't people do that now though?  Type a new employees name in Google and find out all the dirty details of their life?  Or do I spend too much time watching Dateline?
I have to see how long I can go without telling my dad I got a job up at the mall.  He doesn't let Mackenzie or I drive up to the mall in rain or snow, or at night usually.  He'd probably prefer we don't drive there at all...too much traffic and stimulation for us to handle.
I can't believe he's the same man who I went to the bars with on Saturday where he like feeds me alcohol to no end.  So yes my parents and Connor and I went to the bar to see Tom (brother) play a show.  I love going downtown with my parents and they are definitely more embarrassed by me than I am of them.

I lost the $50 dollar bet my mom made me 2 months ago about not dying my hair until graduation.  Jenna's mom dyed it back to my natural color on Saturday.  I'm going to try to keep it for a while because I like it.  And it's the normal-est my hair has been since middle school.  Which makes it extremely not normal for me.

Dad: "Will you pull out for me?"  (he was talking about my car parked in the driveway)

Me: "That's what she said."

Mack: "Ew, you just said that to dad."

Me: "You're right.  That's gross."

Dad: "Wait.  She said what? Just pull it out."

*cringe*

I'm seriously never making jokes at home ever again they fail terribly.

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I'm Only 5'9 and That's Including My Boot Heel

And I thought November was going by fast...I definitely expected this last week to be the slowest one all semester considering it was the last week of classes.  WRONG.  It's Friday night all of a sudden and I am done with classes yet feel like I have more work to do than ever before.  Screw finals, seriously.  There is no way I am going to remember cumulative material from four classes.  I can't even recall everything from one class.  I believe that if a student feels sufficient with the grade they acquired at the end of the semester, pre-final, then they should be allowed to not take the final.  This should be mandatory.  If I was a teacher, I would do that.  How much more motivation would a student have to do better all year just to save themselves the misery of a week long studying sesh and a crap ton of stress?  So much more.
 I say that now but I doubt I would take advantage of it.  Why do I sound so pathetic and lazy when I write about my life!?  I'm the same way with extra hours working at the library.  We get emails about "open hours" that we can pick up if another student calls off and I'm always like "Sign me up!" to my supervisor and then that hour comes and I'm like what the hell was I thinking.  For example, a few days ago I signed up to work from midnight-2am for three nights next week because we're open late for finals and we get time and a half for working that late.  Um, I already called off one of those nights.  Realistically I was way off.  I get into bed at like, on average, 11pm on weeknights.  Why I thought I'd want to not even start my shift until after my bedtime I have zero idea.  Furthermore, Thursday nights I already work 8-10pm and then I'm going to have 2 hours off and come back and work at midnight?  And have a final the next morning?  I need a personal assistant.  One that refuses compensation for his/her work.  A volunteer personal assistant.

I'm nervous I'm not going to get what I need to get done this weekend done.
That was the worst constructed sentence I've ever created.  Moving on, I had to come home this weekend (surprise) because I have a job interview tomorrow morning (don't send flowers if I get it, it's only for holiday seasonal work)  I'm not saying where because with my luck my potential future employer will Google me and I will get fired or not hired for saying the name.  Paranoia.  So yeah I'm home and have an 8 page paper to write and my hardest final to study for on Monday.  Every time I bring school work home it never leaves my car.  Let's hope the last week of the semester things will change.

Connor has a show right now and I didn't want to go because I wanted to work on my paper, so I went to his house by myself while everyone is at the show.  He said the door would be locked, but Bry's window would be open so I could just go through there.  "You'll just have to push really hard upwards."  Ok...So I get there and yeah I walk to the side of the house and I kid you not the window is like 8 feet off the ground. I just kind of stared at it and contemplated how he even imagined I'd get in there.  Either he thinks I have mad ups (I don't) and could somehow push the window up and jump through it at the same time or he wildly overestimated my height in his mind.  Thank God no one locked the back door.

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Benefits of Unpopularity

Last night was pretty awesome.  It was The Romantic Era's CD release show and I went with Genna, Jenna and Kelsey.  We got as sloppy as possible while maintaining a certain amount of class obviously.  The guys had a great turnout in my opinion and the crowd was super enthusiastic including glow sticks and beach balls being thrown.  At most of Connor's shows I tend to find myself in between the middle and back of the crowd, I feel more comfortable being out of sight by the whole band.  I don't know why.  No, I do.  I like the shows they have that are really crowded and a lot of people are drinking because I make some really strange, awkward comments to the people around me.  **A HUGE BENEFIT OF PEOPLE NOT KNOWING WHO YOU ARE.  I take so much advantage of this.  Last night some girls pushed me so they could get closer to the stage and the boy in front of me looked back and offered to also let me go ahead of him.  I said, "No it's fine I'll just sleep with him later."
 He didn't really have a response.    
Whatever.  I do know that the four of us had a great time rocking out, and it must have been appealing to some of the guys around us in the crowd.  This boy came up to me, mid-song, asking me my name.  Then where I was from.  Then he proceeded to ask what I was doing...  
"I'm listening to a concert..."
His response, naturally, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Uh, yeah.  He's up there."   *I point to stage*

If there was a real face for that sketchy -_-  shakin' my head SMH face, I received it right then.  Do you think I'm lying?  Once he's done contemplating my response he points at my friend Jenna and before he says anything I said, "She has a boyfriend too.  Sorry."  He nods and walks away.  Peace.

Then like 2 two hours later we're walking to another bar and we're all mushed up in this crowd because people don't know how to disperse, and Connor gets caught up talking to someone.  This never happens.  It happens all the time.  And meanwhile these two guys start talking to my friends and I, attempting to flirt with us, kind of failing miserably, and one asks who we're going home with.  I point at Connor and the dude's response, "Yeah...right."

Excuse me? My sass intensified so much when he said that.  I definitely had a little too much attitude (aka: alcohol) when I asked him what that was supposed to mean.  I then tried daring him like a thousand times to go up to Connor and ask if I was his girlfriend.  I can be so immature it disgusts me.  And knowing my boyfriend so well, my plan probably would have backfired because Connor would mess around and be like, 'I don't even know that girl.'  So maybe it's good the boy didn't follow through with my dare.

This post may make it seem like I get annoyed with the fact that Connor is more popular than me.  However, I'm not.  I like keeping to myself and being low key with just my friends.  If I wanted to be more popular I simply would make that happen.  Seriously, what nude videos don't go viral.

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