On the way home from the school interview the other day, I noticed a car (a corolla* I think) zipping this way and tht in a futile attempt to get ahead of the traffic. I was stopped at a traffic light when I heard said little car honking. I turned to my left and saw...duh duh duuuhhh...the fuckwit! The suprise of it put a big 'ol smile on my face and I asked why he was driving so crazy. He was late for a meeting with the woman at city hall who decides whether or not he's allowed to put up new sign at the hospitality slice. I told him that I'd just come from school and I'd be starting July 12. He said "good, good." But then he told me that one of the girls at the hotel should be calling me soon because they may need some extra help this weekend. As this happened last week, he was talking about this past weekend. No one ever called. No one called me back after my interview at that grocery store either.
Story of my life.
My bank account has dwindled to a new frustrating low. As the fourth of July is coming up and BF and I are going to make little holiday out of it, it'd be really great if I could buy some things. But oh well. That's what I get for being such a fraidy cat and quitting a full time job.
I'm not too worried about any of that, really. I'm lucky enough to have parents that let me mooch off them while I figure out what I'm going to do. Incidently, when I graduate and get my liscense, the fact that I will never have to rely on my parents again will be the absolute best part. But like I said, it's really great of them to have put up with me constantly changing my plans. It let me figure out what I really, really want to do.
In other news, there's been a sort of medical upheaval in my body as of late. First, RL Wriggle and I ate supper with Dick Lucas about 6 or seven days ago. As soon as I walked in my front door afterward, I started throwing up like nobody's business. I was out the rest of the night.
Then, I got glasses. I'm supposed to wear them at all times except for when I'm reading or on the computer. Seems I've been making myself near sighted with all the reading I do. See, my eyes lock in at a certain distance (however far away the book is) and then I can't focus on things that are a little farther away, like traffic signs or little old ladies crossing the street.
Last, but certainly not least, I currently have one hellacious case of the flu. My head feels like it's suddenly concave. There is thick stuff pouring out of the various holes in my face at a speed that, quite frankly, is impressive. But painful nonetheless.
BF came and got in bed with me this morning, which was wonderful. Unfortunately, he's off to play golf with his friend. Now I'm stuck in my house, feeling and looking like crap, with a bunch of little kids here for the summer. If I had some money, or like, a life, I could find something to do. But I don't so I can't.
Other than all that, I'm having a pretty darn good day, concidering.
