Tuesday, July 26, 2011

So its like 2 in the morning and I just got home from work... this job is so easy, just at the wrong times of the day. In reality, it fits my schedule just fine, I just like to bitch. I can't decide if my summer sleep schedule or work schedule came first, but they're in sync now, so I don't really care either way.

Speaking of work, I put in my two weeks notice the other day. I'm actually kinda sad about it. I feel like I just made a whole new group of friends, just in time to ditch. And I guess that's exactly what it is. But hey, guess I have a real career to look forward to, where they'll be around for years, not months. But, yes, the summer is coming to a close (so fast) and I'm going back to college the second week of August. Yeah, that's a bit early. Two weeks before class starts, to be exact. That gives me one week to have summer in Waco, and then band week, and then school. And school. And more school. I'm taking a whole mess of upper level business classes that I don't feel ready for at all, but what's new about college.

I'm a bit worried about the move for Berkley (my dog, for anyone behind the times) because it's going to be a large step down in lifestyle for him. Poor guy has no idea how awesome he has it right now. Food whenever he really wants it, a back yard, a front yard for that matter, people always around, with plenty of time to pay attention to him.... now its gonna be more like two kids with full schedules and potentially away from the small apartment with concrete on both sides of it more often than inside it. I'm sure he'll get used to it, and I hope it does it pretty fast. At least I'll be back on his sleeping schedule when classes start. He'll get breakfast on time and everything. If I can find a way to afford dog food.

I looked for an AMC in Waco, but didn't find one. Google says there's one by the lake, but amctheatres.com is convinced there isn't one. And just to be sure, I drove out to the address Google gave me last time I took stuff down to the apartment, but it's definitely a neighborhood. Great. So now it's back to the drawing board for a job. I don't even know if I have time for one, between dog and KPsi and band and that whole class thing, not to mention homework. If I do get a job, they're gonna have to be okay with a super light schedule. Like... weeknights from 6 to 10. Wonder how many places are okay with that...

Other than that, nothing at all has been going on. Tim is still in Houston (did I tell you my best friend - the person that organizes everything social I go to in the summer - is gone for almost a month?) but only until Wednesday. After he gets back, for whatever short time we're both in the same city again, I'll hopefully have something of interest to report, but for now, job, approaching move...yeaaaaaahhh... that's about it.

And if I'm not working or sleeping, I'm rereading the series, because I'm not ready to let go. Not ever. I've decided words will never be able to justify my thoughts of the end of the era of Harry, so I'm not going to write a post on the last movie. It'll just get jumbled and ramble and -- what? I do that all the time? Well fuck you, I'm not doing it anyway. I can't. But I can go reread the series and look for all the little things I missed the first dozen times. Remember the first book, in the forbidden forest, the centaurs are all "mars is bright tonight"? Well, later on Harry says, "Firenze saved me, but he shouldn't have done so... Bane was furious... he was talking about interfering with what the planets say is going to happen... they must show that Voldemort's coming back... Bane thinks Firenze should have let Voldemort kill me... I suppose that's written in the stars as well." Oh, the little things you do, Jo. You starting hinting at it just a few chapters into your series, and it didn't happen until a couple thousand pages - and several years - later. Thank god for unbelievable, spectacular writers.

Now excuse me, I'm gonna go read a bit more, now that I'm in a Harry Potter mood after looking up that quote.

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