It’s raining and…really gray outside.  Kinda boring, kinda depressing.

I have a lot more homework than I’d planned.  I mean, it’s all pretty simple stuff, reading and practicing certain things.  A few quizzes I need to do online, but otherwise.  And those quizzes are, of course, open-book.

First two days of school have come and gone. They were exciting, stressful and frustrating all in one.  I loooveee the theatre director, Tom.  I like his humor and his teaching style.  My acting teacher makes us do Yoga and my history teacher has to fight with the air conditioning to be heard (the a/c in the room is obnoxiously loud).  One teacher’s already made a horrid impression annnnddddd, one teacher is an Assistant Dean. Talk about crazy.

Recently, I’ve fallen in love with old movies, the classics.  I just finished For Apache and I hate, hate, hate Colonel Thursday for what he did.  I saw  Belle Starr with Gene Tierney a few days ago and it was far more depressing than I’d ever thought it would be.  Now, it’s time fo rme to go and watch some happy, happy Shirley Temple childhood movies.  Yay me!

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So, yes…I’m at my Dad’s place. Hanging out.  On Mom’s computer.  Go me!

Last weekend I ripped my bedroom apart out in Grand Rapids. Literally. Well, sort of literally.  I at least got to rip the carpet out.  And then I bleached/vinegar-ed/kilz-ed the not-really-wood subfloor.  I put a rug on the floor and voila!  A brand new room.  On Monday I put things back into my closet-bedroom.  I have a new soft-side waterbed. And boy is it comfy.  I almost, almost hate traveling, just ’cause I miss my bed.  But I still like seeing people more than I like sleeping, apparently.

I haven’t slept much this weekend. At least, not so far. Between clubbing and walking at least five miles, I’m worn out.  On top of all that, I’ve been up ’til the early hours of the morning.  Which is something my body is no longer used to.  Even as I type this, my eyes are tired.  Tired, says I!  Anywhooo, that’s my update for the time being.  I’m gonna go do something awesome!

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Not a great week for me.  Would rather love to go crawl under a rock and hide for a bit.

On Saturday, as most people already know.  My best friend broke her leg while ice skating with me.  And yeah, I know, not my fault, but I still feel guilty.  I mean, it had been my idea to go and stuff.  She’s at home now waiting for the orthopedist to call and tell her to come in for surgery.  Pieces of her bone need to be pinned in place before she gets her permanent cast on.  I can bet she doesn’t like having to move that leg right now.

Sunday was a blast, spent it at Gram’s and celebrated her birthday.  Monday was a whiz, spent the evening with my mom and celebrated her birthday.  Tuesday was a somewhat lazy day.

Today, though, one of the rescues died.  He was one of the kittens.  About eight months old and he some severe lung issues.  Sometime yesterday he got congested and he slowly went down hill from there.  Until, this morning, my mom took him to work with her to force feed him water every hour so as to keep him from getting dehydrated.  Shortly thereafter he died.  So, now I’m running between trying to continue my daily routine and feeling incredibly guilty that I’m still going through my routine and he’s not.

Tomorrow I go in to work again.  My fellow labelers just can’t seem to stay ahead of the packers.  I’m kinda looking forward to it, but kinda not.  I’m sick of Luis never doing his job and then being allowed to go and pack with the girls.  They don’t need the extra pair of hands.  They really don’t.  And I hate that he’s getting these free passes to be lazy when he’s supposed to be labeling.  It really upsets me.  But, for me, it’s piece meal work until I find a real job.  An hourly job.

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One day, I’m gonna have to get into contact with an old friend of mine.  Veron Lewis.  In order to tell him that our childhood habit of sticking out oreos in our cup of milk is still used today.  Yeah.  When I’m alone with oreos and milk.  I still put my oreos in my cup and fish ‘em out with a spoon.  Dunno if he still does, but I find it very enjoyable.

So, that’s my latest update.

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It is Christmas Eve and I sit here at 10PM when I really would rather be in bed fast asleep.  BECAUSE I put my christmas pajamas in the wash earlier today.  Sooo, now I have to wait while they finish drying.  I’m anal and it’s silly, but I want to sleep in my christmas pajamas tonight, I bought them last month specifically for tonight.  And they’re really nice and warm and soft and red…Very Christmas-y.

So, I wait…Impatiently.

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I spent this past Turkey Day at my dad’s and, with him, went to the Gribble’s on that festive occasion.  I woke up early enough to catch enough of the Macy’s Day Parade to feel a little nostalgia.  We saw, as my father mentioned on his blog, two different movies over the four-day weekend.  Planet 51, which was good if a little irritating at times and Ninja Assassin, a bloody but likable action film.

I spent a goodly amount of time with my best friend, Harvey, hanging out, plotting evil and generally feeling young (younger than I am, I mean).  I bought some DVD-Rs and some CD-Rs to start participating in stealing my friend’s collection of vids and music.

This weekend, however, I will be rearranging the living room (we spent the week rearranging my bedroom) and setting up the Christmas tree. As you can imagine, I am highly excited.  I have already started plotting Christmas Presents, having bought my father’s back in October.  My only concern now is how to get it to him.  This year will not be presents-for-all year. I’ll be focusing on parents and grandparents mostly, and on whoever I got in the Gribble Family secret santa thingie.  Until I have a solid job and my funds are larger, I won’t worry about trying to get a present for every single member of my families, there’re simply too many as it is.

In snowed…A lot.  And, for me,  it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!!!!

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The first snow fell yesterday. I feel like I’ve gotten a snow day since there’s snow on the ground and I don’t have to go to work.  There are enough crispers for the packagers to work with until Monday.

Well, I’m going to Red Lobster, when I come back, I’ll post something about last weekend and the plans for this weekend.

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Okay, so I got up this morning, took my shower, blah blah blah.  There was water in the second store (below the apartment I live in, also the store I work in regularly) when I first got in.  Matt and I figured it was just the street cleaners from the previous night.  The day started like normal, Heather went to lunch, the boys went to lunch and I was left completely alone in the second store.  I noticed, only every once in a while, an odd scent. But I couldn’t place it…Oh what an idiot I was.

Heather returned from lunch and Tienne came across the street with the boys.  Matt gestured to the floor (this was before I could hear their words) as though it proved something.  It wasn’t until Tienne stepped inside and just about swore that I realized what he meant. I glanced at the floor under the fudge tables (this is across the shop from me) and blanched.  Water…Lots and lots of water.  But I was obviously missing something, because Tienne had wrinkled her nose in disgust.  Matt turned to me. “You can’t smell that?”

I was trying to figure out what he meant when I heard the words ‘sewage water’.  There were several moments of panic while Tienne went down into the basement to see if it was flooded and then sent Ray upstairs to have the water turned off up in the apartment.  Afterwards, I was sent to tell Heather what was going on while the trio (Ray, Tienne, Matt) moved valuable things off of the floor.  Then I went to lunch. Which is where I sit now, worrying about what Corrina and I are going to do.  No water. Meaning…no flushing of the toilet, no washing of the hands, no washing dishes, or even just rinsing them out….No showers.  I, luckily, took a shower this morning and she took one last night. Still, I’m gonna desperately want another shower in two day’s time.  What are we gonna do?

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Sooo, tonight is Emma’s last night on the island.  She leaves tomorrow to go back home.  It’s a mile marker for me since I have three weeks left.  This is the last of my roommates to leave before me.  I will be leaving next month and then Corrina will follow later on in October.  And the girls gathered together for one last Hoorah for Emma’s going-away.

Everything started out great.  There was drinking, music and I was sort of vaguely watching Happy Feet while keeping an eye on how drunk everyone appeared to be (not even tipsy).  Emma was in an out, probably to say good bye to other friends around the island.

A little while ago, she disappeared again.  And then news came about a friend of a friend’s dad.  He’d committed suicide.  Conversation became rather serious.  Apparently, the son was in the Pub drinking his sorrows away.  He didn’t want to go back to his place because he was afraid he’d start destroying things.  As I listened to this news, I tried to imagine how he could be feeling.  Not so much the betrayal suicide might bring, but the sense of loss.  It is such a huge feeling, in my mind, like a gaping hole in the wall of a beautiful house.  I could only envision how, in the incredibly distant future (like 3 million years) it might feel.  But even that agony was strong.  I have the strangest urge to cry for the boy who has just lost his father…

In any case, the topic of conversation caused me to withdraw from the living room in order to think about such news.  In all of my young life, I have never really come across something so terrible except in movies.  And even though it is not someone I know, I feel sorrow for his loss as it is not something I can even bear to imagine.

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I finally got my summer souvenir!!!  Of all things, it is a sweatshirt.  It was from a specific shop where I first fell in love with the ideas of the sweatshirts.  Basically, you pick out your sweatshirt/tanktop/shirt/whatever and then they’ll put things on them.  My sweatshirt is purple and it has a Love/Peace thingie on the front and a Summer 2009 Mackinac Island, MI on the back.  It is spectacular, especially because I got it and the stuff on it all for $29.99. Not everyone gets that sort of thing for such a fantastic price.

I think I got such a great price on it all because: 1) It’s end of the summer, 2) I work on the island, and 3) I’ve talked to the lady who did mine several times about buying something from her shop.

This is the last big thing I plan on getting and I am incredibly happy with my purchase.  After this I’m going to start storing my money away. In fact, I’m gonna stuff any extra money I have on me currently into my secret box or something.  No more spending for me!!! (Other than cell phone bill!)

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