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So Cold in Ireland...
May. 8th, 2003 10:23 pmPicked up those two rolls of film that I had dropped off Monday. Man, I do miss the next day service of Youngs but oh well, you live with what you've got and Salem doesn't have much. Still have two rolls of film from Harlaxton to take in to be developed. Of course after this weekend I'll probably have more rolls to take in. It's Kaity's graduation this weekend which is why I cannot attend the Evansville graduation like I wanted. But I've known Kaity since I was 14 years old. It would be wrong not to go see her.
Called CVS to inquire about my job application. The manager says that she hasn't even looked at them yet. I asked about whether they were hiring at all and she said that she wouldn't be sure until next week. So the question of the day is if I give her next week to see if she needs someone or just go ahead and makes plan to work at the plant. Hmmm...Maybe take next week off to let CVS decide while I get stuff done for GKN if I decide the factory is the way to go. Chris's last day of classes is tomorrow so next week we can hang out more than I can head off to work. Oh goody. No, really, I do need something to do.
Brandon got back from Greece and e-mailed me. He reminded me that Harlaxton can seem like a dream sometimes or a nightmare. I remember one night when I was really kinda drunk that I told him nothing at Harlaxton mattered; none of it was real or tangible. That if I reached my hand out to touch it, then it would all melt away. And sometimes it does seem like that's all it was, you know. A nightmare. A dream. A psychotic wonderland where I got mind fucked endlessly. In some ways, though, it was perfect. After I got everything where it was supposed to be, after I had built my bridges and burned a few, I was happy. It doesn't seem real, that's for damn sure. Even in the pictures, there's a separateness about the whole ordeal. Weird. It's like waking up and reaching out but not being able to grab anything because it's still in your mind and your mind hasn't woken up all the way yet. I still can't believe it's over.
Didn't mean to go off like that. Got sidetracked thinking about what Brandon said in his e-mail. There's really nothing for me to talk about. I spent today scanning pictures and watching season 5 of The X-Files on DVD while I crocheted. Pathetic and sad. Yesterday I rearranged the pantry. Wow. I have gotten boring and domestic.
I'm off to Bloomington tomorrow so I probably won't check back in until Sunday.
Called CVS to inquire about my job application. The manager says that she hasn't even looked at them yet. I asked about whether they were hiring at all and she said that she wouldn't be sure until next week. So the question of the day is if I give her next week to see if she needs someone or just go ahead and makes plan to work at the plant. Hmmm...Maybe take next week off to let CVS decide while I get stuff done for GKN if I decide the factory is the way to go. Chris's last day of classes is tomorrow so next week we can hang out more than I can head off to work. Oh goody. No, really, I do need something to do.
Brandon got back from Greece and e-mailed me. He reminded me that Harlaxton can seem like a dream sometimes or a nightmare. I remember one night when I was really kinda drunk that I told him nothing at Harlaxton mattered; none of it was real or tangible. That if I reached my hand out to touch it, then it would all melt away. And sometimes it does seem like that's all it was, you know. A nightmare. A dream. A psychotic wonderland where I got mind fucked endlessly. In some ways, though, it was perfect. After I got everything where it was supposed to be, after I had built my bridges and burned a few, I was happy. It doesn't seem real, that's for damn sure. Even in the pictures, there's a separateness about the whole ordeal. Weird. It's like waking up and reaching out but not being able to grab anything because it's still in your mind and your mind hasn't woken up all the way yet. I still can't believe it's over.
Didn't mean to go off like that. Got sidetracked thinking about what Brandon said in his e-mail. There's really nothing for me to talk about. I spent today scanning pictures and watching season 5 of The X-Files on DVD while I crocheted. Pathetic and sad. Yesterday I rearranged the pantry. Wow. I have gotten boring and domestic.
I'm off to Bloomington tomorrow so I probably won't check back in until Sunday.
