Ah. Yeah I'm a loser, no updates. My excuses are decent this time; I took my finals early and went backpacking for five days. So uuh The backpacking trip was awesome. I seriously slept for like the first three days after we made camp. I got up to eat and swim in the river. Then I hiked all over the place the last day and fell asleep at 7 PM. I can't even tell you how nice it felt just to sleep until I woke up . . . it had been a while. When I got back, I was supposed to start working full time at the construction job for like 2 weeks. I called and they told me, "Hey, screw you!" Actually, no, they told me they sent my partner to work out of town and I can work . . . "if you can con a friend into coming in with you." Umm. Nice. Ok so no work through next week, basically. I mentioned it to a couple of friends, but no dice. I'm thinking I'll just go to Sacramento and Yosemite next week, then. If I can't make money for Mexico, I'll just go away, that'll show 'em. I decided to go ahead and work at the hotel tomorrow and Saturday, though, to make a lil money. I get to schedule myself now, that's nice. I'm so spoiled there. Oh man, ok so one of the friends I mentioned the work to was this kid, Adam, that I met in class this summer. We hung out a little. You know how it goes. Anyway, he has this girlfriend and he asked her about working with me and she got all bitter about it. Jealous girls. Ew. He does have the hots for me, though (I only know because he told me, you know by now that I wouldn't have been able to tell otherwise), and she could tell, but I still think it's annoying when girls try to control their boys. Like, if he's going to be faithful (and Adam totally hasn't done anything wrong), he will, and he'll just resent that she gets on his case when he hasn't done anything. If he's not going to be faithful, he'll stray whether she's on his case or not. Bleck. Talking to him makes me glad I'm single. In other news, my friend Ben (he's in my Show and Tell entry) told me last night that he's been waiting on me for five years, fell for me from the moment he met me, etc. and he's kinda curious if there's a future for us. I was all settled into us being friends and so grateful for the ease of our friendship . . . like we could always go for months without talking and then we'd hang out and there was never any like "why haven't I heard from you" pressure, it was just always good. But I totally haven't been sizing him up as a "potential," so he asked me about a future for us and I just have no idea. Also, six different men told me what a great wife I'm going to be last week. A couple of them were just because they thought it was cool that I like backpacking and camping and fishing and stuff, but the others were unrelated. That creeps me out. So, I've been in my house for two days. For the last month, I've been at home for like an hour a day. I didn't think it would bother me but tonight there was all this tension between my parents and I'm really not used to being around it anymore, so I decided to take a ride. Scratch that, first I ate a bunch of ice cream. Then, I decided to take a ride. Unfortunately, the most interesting place open after 9 P.M. is Wal-Mart . . . so I figured I'd drop off the film from the trip and wander around looking for things to blow money on. Oddly, I couldn't find any fabric to buy, or any board games I really wanted, or a little homie to put in my fish's bowl (have you seen the little monster things they have for Tech Decks? They're pretty rad but they're expensive for a fish toy), or even any makeup, which is weird. Finally, I broke down and bought a bulb for my brake light and a couple of cd's. Of course, I kicked myself all the way home for spending thirty bucks on two cd's in a manner that goes against my whole philosophy on shopping. Just last week I made a mental commitment to buy CDs at The Last Record Store, an indie shop in Santa Rosa, because their prices are surprisingly low and it's a small business. Here I am, so careful about where my dollar votes are going, and then I go and buy music at Wal-Mart, the small-business killer. : / Ah well, can't win 'em all. 11:58 P.M. Damn. I go through the same thing at the end of every month . . . I look at my call timers on the cellular and see that I've used like two and a half hours, and my plan is for like 8.33 hours. So not only am I getting shafted because my plan is overpriced anyway, but I'm also letting them add a second helping of the shaft by not using the minutes I do have (only one carrier works where I live, and they only let you change to more expensive plans). So today I was like, "I have five hours to blow, who can I call?" I discovered the joys of the little earpiece that came with my phone, with the mic as a little blob on the cord (or is it chord? ever since I started playing guitar I get confused). It was fun walking around Wal-Mart being one of those people that you think is talking to herself at first because you can't see the mic and stuff.
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