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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