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.
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.
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!!!!
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.
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?
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.
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!)
Monday was certainly very interesting. I got off the boat and picked up a ferry schedule so that I wouldn’t be late for the last boat.
And then I wandered off down the street, in the general direction I knew Shepler’s (another ferry line) to be in. I was lucky in that I was right in my choice of direction. I walked past the restaurant I’d had dinner with Bob at a week beforehand and paused to cross the street. Once on the opposite side of the street, I stopped in at the first store to ask how far Subway was. Down on main street, I was told. And when I asked where that was, the person I was acquiring information from gestured vaguely in the direction I was already walking in.
So I kept walking, stopping at an ice cream shop to get me something cold (it was hot). It didn’t take me long to reach main street. I began wandering down the street, eying the shops as I past them, pausing now and then to inquire as to the whereabouts of my destination. From the way everyone was speaking, I thought I still had several miles to go. But no, it was about halfway down the street where a lot of the tourist-y shops weren’t.
I stopped in, got my sub and ate. I thanked the employees for working there, too. I’m certain they thought I was strange. I don’t care, I’m honestly grateful that they were working there and got me my sub. After that I spent the rest of the day wandering about the shops, stopping in to check various things out.
I tried on a dress, almost went through a maze of mirrors, tried to see a movie and meandered around a tiny bookshop…Those are some of the highlights of my ‘vacation’ from the resort island I live on.
I rather excited to be able to get off the island for a little while.
I’ll be going into the city and wandering around aimlessly until I catch wind of Subway. And then I’m gonna go there.
Somehow, I need to find my friend…And a bookstore.
And then somehow I need to get back to the ferrylines before the last boat…This’ll be exciting!
I had a very interesting weekend, with the leaving of one roommate and several big events happening in the second store. It was odd after Kayla left, it still is. The apartment feels somehow…emptier. I still expect her to yell at the others for smoking in the apartment, which she never approved of. It’s weird to come home, even now, and not find her in the living room with her math book. Or to have her pop into my room at odd hours to say something or other to me. I didn’t expect it to affect me as much as it has, but…maybe I’ll get over it?
In other news. On Saturday, we had the second day (and end) of the Fudge Festival. During that, each of the fudge shops (May’s, Joanne’s, etc) got one Golden Ticket. Yes, like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. In any case, we each got to put our ticket in a box and sell fudge to customers. At May’s, in the second shop (where I work), we packed 40 pound boxes, with one slice of Chocolate Nut and two half-slices of different flavors and in one of them went the ticket. Lee marked them all at random with various symbols (turtle, M, spiral, start, purple mark (man that was funny), etc). And then he put them up on the shelf behind the counter.
Between 3 and 5 pm, the Golden Ticket search began. It was exhilarating. Nobody got our ticket until the very, very end. And the woman who did bought the last eight boxes of fudge for it. There was a tense moment there when a man wanted one of the original last nine boxes and the woman protested. He snapped that she hadn’t bought them yet and she glared at him. Other than that, it was a lot of fun. I got a picture of her and her family. She spent exactly $111.60. And I should know, because I was the one who sold her those boxes. Oh yes. That’s right. Me.
And then on Mondayyyy, there was a little surprise in the second shop. Lee got a bunch of people to get in on the idea of doing one of those flash dance things you can find on Youtube. It was incredibly fun. At about seven pm, we had a lot of people in the fudge shop and the music we play in the background was turned up. After about a minute, a techno song came on and everybody started dancing. I had a customer, so I was hesitant to jump in (I had said I’d do so beforehand). But at one point, my customer disappeared into the dancing people (off to dance themselves) and I burst into motion.
It was all a ton of fun and I got more pictures of that event and hopefully I’ll be able to find the video on Youtube.
