So hey.. been awhile. I better have something to say, huh?
Last time I wrote, I was about to start a job, and was getting ready for summer. So the past month, I've been working my ass off and getting the utmost out of summer. So much so that I seem to have forgotten my computer really existed.
But before I start about how my summer's been going, lets have a fun little anecdote. Tonight was the first night I legitimately ran from cops. Well... kinda ran. More of a casual walk. Anyway. I was at a party a little out of my comfort zone. There were mostly people I didn't really know, or had only talked to in high school during lunch or whatever - not friends by any means. I knew a handful, but the other 30 I had no idea. It was loud and rowdy, unlike the parties my friend and I have been throwing all summer. Okay, not unlike, but to a new level, I should say. It was pretty much the cliche party. I showed up really late since I had work until 12:15, so everyone was pretty drunk now that they were 2 hours into the party. I made myself a nice, strong drink with hopes of catching up, but made it through about half of it before someone spotted cops. Word got round and before the next person knew, I had carefully let myself out the back. I was casually strolling down the alley, took a right onto the street, and was staring at 2 cop cars. Knowing that if I turned around, it would be a dead give away, I took the only logical course of action and just kept walking. I took another right onto the house's street and saw 3 more cop cars and several flashlights to go with it. Just keep walking. I started to hear a conversation at the door of the house, something like "It's obvious you've been having a party, and it's obvious you've been drinking." "no officer, I swear, I've been drinking coffee all night." So without looking suspicious, I kept walking, glancing curiously over at the cop interrogating a kid trying to get to his car. My car, being only one house over, was off limits. So I kept walking. My friend Tim didn't live terribly far away... maybe 3 or 4 blocks, so I decided that would be a good choice. I called him, and he said he wasn't home, but I could use his house as a safe zone until I could get back to my car. Eventually he got home and drove me back to my car and all was well... by eventually, I mean it was about 2:15, so I was nice and sober, having had only half a drink to begin with. He drove me to my car and I drove off, just like that. Everyone who stayed got consumption tickets, the poor idiots. I guess it was 90% luck that I got away, considering my escape route, but I credit myself to some degree.
So that was my night tonight - 7 hours of working, 15 minutes of partying, and 3 hours of hiding. Not a boring night, at least. Though none of my nights have been boring since summer started. The same friend, Tim, has a house to himself most of the time due to certain parental circumstances, so his house has kinda been home base. That house has seen it all, minus the police. We don't invite the 100% party animals like that party, so we stay under the radar. Any night I'm not working until 2 I show up at his place at least for an hour or two, but it's usually more. We mix it up. Some nights are clean, with video games and cook outs and such, and some nights we party and get plenty of drinks for all. It's been fun. Really fun. I love summer.
But you see why I haven't been here, on the blog. The other reason is my family decided to buy into the smart phone world, so if I need internet, there it is! psh, computers. so big and heavy. I'm sure I could blog from my phone if I really wanted to, but wow... it would take so long, what with the general length of my posts and how slow I still am at that silly touch screen keyboard. The typo-Kyle would come out for all to see. Not good.
In other news, I moved some stuff into my apartment that I have in Waco. It's now furnished with a couch, a bed, and a dresser. And some kitchen things. My dad was with me to move in, and I've only been down there once, so there hasn't been a proper house warming party, but it's on the list. Next on the move in list is my desk and the kitchen table... so probably another Uhaul, which will be a pain, and might include my dad again, sadly. Maybe I can convince him a few friends are plenty to help me move that behemoth of a desk.... the thing is like an executive's desk. It's 3x5 feet on the top, if you can imagine that, and sits about waist high. I'd love to fit that in my car, but we'll see.
What else, what else.... Berkley! You remember my puppy, yes? Well, he's gotten super huge, relatively. He's more than twice the size he was when I put that picture up, and he's about 11 pounds. He hasn't settled down at all either, which makes for a bad combination. I'm too broke to get him a proper kennel, so he's got a little squared off area of my room that constitutes his bed/time out corner. He's getting used to the whole idea of peeing outside, and is happy to use grass when its there, but has yet to realize it's the only place he's allowed to pee. Still working on that. Despite my greatest efforts, he's a spoiled little puppy, thanks to my parents mostly, but I can't blame them completely.. the other night I finally gave in and let him sleep on the bed with me. He's just too adorable. And he's small, so it doesn't really matter.. training is fairly optional.
There's also Taylor. I dunno how much I've talked about her.. I've forgotten because it's been so long! Taylor, if you don't remember/ I haven't told you, is my big sister, fraternally speaking, and also my current romantic interest. Little strange to grasp, but it works. It's not as awkward as you think. We're not dating, mostly because I don't want to start a relationship right after summer started and we're hours apart... I learned that lesson already. But in all other aspects apart from the title, we're basically together. We saw each other nearly every day for the last few months of spring semester, and she's visited once already this summer, and might be here next weekend too, which is rather exciting. The only problem is that I might be working my ass off for 20 hours or so while she's here, which would be a bit of a drag. She'd be coming with her friend, and I'm not the only person she knows in Coppell, so she said she'd be fine, and we could still hang out while I'm not in the AMC prison.
Speaking of which, how is work, you might ask. Well, it's a job. Lots of idiots, lots of poor communication among management, lots of problems, lots of shitty hours. But it works. It's not so bad, really. I don't get paid enough for the shit I go through, but its money, and its nice and time consuming and keeps me out of the house. One of my biggest fears: getting stuck in the house with nothing to do. That's when my mother tightens what little grasp she has on me and makes me do things. Like clean. I'm to the maturity level where I do it anyway, but on my own time. She doesn't quite get this, but it's worked out well enough so far. Sorry, side tracked... work. Yeah. The benefits of working there are why I stay... free movies rule. And employee screenings. The free drinks and popcorn don't count for much, but it's still a nice little perk. Just knowing that I'll see the final installment of Harry before everyone else gets me through the day. So that's a plus.
Did I cover everything? Work, partying at Tim's, running from cops, the puppy.... oh, basketball. Another hobby Tim and I and a few others have been taking to heart. Mav's watch party at Tim's followed by a pick up game at 11 at night: always a good idea. Oh, and if you aren't aware, I'm from Dallas. I support my Mavs. If you're rooting for Miami... well fuck you. You're wrong, and will be sadly disappointed tomorrow night. And that's that. But back to my own basketball skills... they're improving, the more I play (who could have guessed) and its a nice hobby. I'm not terribly serious about it, but it's nice to have some athletic aspect to my life besides marching band. I need to start running or something... I hate to sound so female, but all this bad habit stuff is starting to show, and I hate it. I need to get it gone before it gets bad. Drinking too much, eating too much crap food, not exercising at all.... just a bad combination of things that results in flab. So exercise made the list of things to do when I get around to it. The dog is a nice incentive to start running, since he's getting a little pudgy himself.
I think that's everything. It's now 3 in the morning, and I have work in 11 hours for an 11 hour shift. Better sleep, huh? But it's good to be back, and I'll start catching up with everyone's blogs here shortly, when I get the chance, which may not be for a few days, but we'll see.