i was going to drive to school tonight after all. but tom's not home, so i don't have a car. grrr.

i'm back from florida--florida, massachusetts, that is. it was a fun few days--it's always fun to see what peoples' homes and hometowns are like--to take your perceptions of people and the personalities they've formed while at school and compare it to their "roots". liz's family is great--mumsy a., bec, janet, and i did a couple of b-52s last night (bec and i christened our new six flags shot glasses--orange ones, surprise surprise!), and dadsy played his guitar for us the night before, which was cool.
six flags was a good time--i always like going there. i planned on doing the free-fall bungee thing again (i took the plunge on my senior trip to great adventure with cortni--three years ago???), but it wasn't operating. sonuvabitch.
so now i'm home, not nearly as sunburned as i anticipated being, but thoroughly exhausted. it doesn't help that i took a look at my schedule for next week--um...ton of hours. which is good. i asked for as many as i could get. but i'm just going to be exhausted all week. i just need to think about the money i'll be getting. and i need it, because i'm a poor college kid with dreams of SOMEDAY owning a car. ;)
i wanted to head up to school tonight so i could relax and visit before commencement tomorrow, but if i were to try driving tonight by myself, it wouldn't be a very good idea. i'm too tired. so i'm going to go grocery shopping, make a blockbuster run, and relax tonight. head up to school early early early tomorrow.
sounds like a plan to me.
my mom just handed me my paycheck from last week--incentive for working. money. GOOD. especially more than i expected. VERY GOOD. :)
(note for the day: was it too dopey of me to take a picture of the "marquee" in "rockville" because it read
"PREMIERE TONIGHT
REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE
STARRING
JAMES DEAN"
??? i thought it was awesome. i also took a picture with the car of my dreams (1950s style candy apple red caddy--beautiful). i should have lived in the 50s. and the 60s. and oh yeah, the 20s...
ok. time to veg. lata.

i found, while cleaning and organizing all of my stuff, a blast from the past. new kids on the block - hanging tough cd. i'm listening to it right now and stuck in between laughing my ass off and remembering when i was jumping up and down in my seat as they performed in front of me (i went to two nkotb concerts - everyone at school was envious of me) with a nostaligic smile.
this is hilarious. :)

i'm back in proctor, where i will be based for approximately a week and a half. not that i'll ever actually be here, because tomorrow i am going to liz's house in massachusetts, then the next day she janet dave becca and i are going to six flags new england (riverside), saturday we come home, and then i'm going back to school either saturday night or very early sunday morning so i can see graduation and cry like a baby. then i'll be working in fair haven for as much of the next week as possible, then i load everything back up into the car and move into my room in (UGH) ryan hall for the summer.
oh, and i'm not going to the o'neil this summer. my goal is to go back to regionals in january, win those, go back to nationals, and place in the top 3 so dan HAS to invite me to the o'neil. plus i'll be able to get a year's worth of experience. it just wasn't working out with my schedule at all. and i don't want to plead with dan to let me spend over $2500 for a month if i'm not going to have a good time. fuck that.
c'est la vie--more time to relax at school, i can see all four of the playhouse shows (and all four opening night parties), and make money rather than spend it. works for me. :)

words cannot even begin to describe how much i'm going to miss jesse.
and yes, pathetic vickie cried. but it wasn't my fault! he was too sweet.
oy.

a haiku:
no work in sunshine
it distracts me way too much
will work hard at night

i had a long, rambling, mostly incoherent (on my part) discussion with michelle last night tht made me feel somewhat better. it's always good to get thoughts out in the form of words and have someone to just fire those ideas past.
it's a beautiful day, i have my kirk paper to write and my final to write, my room to pack and clean, and a ton of people to say goodbye to. but i know that my day will be dominated by snood, thanks to my cruel "big brother" jesse. he had to leave me with one last way of making me procrastinate...
oh, i don't like thinking about jesse leaving. i'm going to resume work now. eric is the supervisor on duty today, so i think i'll find ways of tormenting him. he, jim, andy, and john have all made teasing vickie an art. i need to retaliate. :)

i have rediscovered shel silverstein. i loved his work as a child, and i've started reading it all again as a slightly older child and see all of the deeper meanings i missed in my younger days. GOOD STUFF.

crikey. elizabeth over at burntsienna provided a link to the most disturbing "this is pop culture we're embracing to the point of it being absolutely heinous" song ever. i don't think i've ever heard such a wretched song--and this is coming from someone who grew up dancing around to sharon lois & gram. ouch.
oh yeah, i'm back. :)

i wanted to finish my roll of d.c./arlington pictures, so i went on a drive around proctor this afternoon. one of my best friends from high school lived along the way, so i thought i'd drive by to see if she was outside so i could say hello. it's scary, thinking it's been two years since we've spoken. she wasn't there, and her house is for sale--i want to try to come up with a way to get in touch with her and see how she's been doing.
i'm on this whole "it's been __ years since..." kick--i always get this way when i come home. fair haven and whitehall both had prom last night, and i realized it's been four years since i went to my junior prom with andrew sutherland. FOUR YEARS!??! in some respects, it feels it, but in others, feels like it was yesterday...
walked back to sutherland falls to take pictures--took the path down to where you can climb onto the rocks and sit, watching the water rush by. realized i hadn't been there since junior high...i'm thinking seventh or eighth grade--or was it way back in sixth???...when courtney gildersleeve and i went there to talk about "growing up" and how odd it felt.
i'm feeling very nostaligc lately, i've been thinking a lot about different memories i've shared with my friends who are graduating, and it's spun out of control so that every time i see a place, no matter where it is, if i have been there before, i can see it as it was back then. everything looks exactly the same, which is both a comfort and an annoyance. because i've changed so much.
i don't know, i'm in an odd mood.
back to smc land this evening to finish up the packing process and writing my kirk final and revising my kirk paper. and i'm in the mood to drink. we'll see.

kids these days don't know how the hell to close a mcdonald's. for instance, they don't realize that a half hour close is not only hoped for, but expected. it should NOT take longer than a half hour. yet i was there until 12:30 with those closers who had no idea! who looked at me as if i had a third head when i asked at 11:35 what else needed to come back to wash.
furthermore. once they are behind, they do not understand the concept of MULTITASKING. get as much done as possible, do two things at once, and you can LEAVE at a reasonable hour!!!!
this is what five years of mcdonald's teaches you. they just do not understand...
shit, i feel old now.

kids these days don't know how the hell to close a mcdonald's. for instance, they don't realize that a half hour close is not only hoped for, but expected. it should NOT take longer than a half hour. yet i was there until 12:30 with those closers who had no idea! who looked at me as if i had a third head when i asked at 11:35 what else needed to come back to wash.
furthermore. once they are behind, they do not understand the concept of MULTITASKING. get as much done as possible, do two things at once, and you can LEAVE at a reasonable hour!!!!
this is what five years of mcdonald's teaches you. they just do not understand...
shit, i feel old now.