Desperate times call for...

Desperate women.

I can’t believe I watched the Bachelor with my roommate today, but then again I’ve been watching some stuff I never thought I’d watch since the second half of last year and this year as well. I guess it makes for good conversation aka “something to talk about” since we have something in common (fake reality shows, especially the ones where love, ahem, is involved). I think it’s kind of sad to show how desperate these women are but they asked for it and so did I when I watched it. Bleh, would it sound weird to say that I’d rather watch a PBS special on Egyptian civilization? It probably does. Meh, like I care anymore.

Anyway, while this girly bonding is going along - spurting little narratives of what we think about the girls or the guy, it’s also something to pass the time. Once school starts tomorrow, it’ll be cut short. If only it weren’t for all the homework and reading, it wouldn’t be so bad. I rolled my eyes so many times during the show they should have fallen out by now. But why do I do this? For the sake of sisterhood. Snort. Or because I’m trying to squeeze out as much lazy couch potato time as I can before the deluge. Wish me luck.

And work is the same. I haven’t been kicked to the curb yet so that means I might get somewhere in life. Possibly. For tomorrow, it’ll be breakfast at the café and then a hop on the train to school to experience infinite levels of stress. Having the life sucked out of me and leaving the dry shell of who I was has always been a dream of mine. I do have the greatest goals set, and I reach them too. How many people can say that?  

The Return

Maiden! It's good to hear from you, it's been a while but I'm glad you're still around (though I don't know why, especially when it's about my life - an angsty twentysomething teenager). Still, I appreciate your comment.

Perhaps it was the change of atmosphere or some apprehension before work, but I must have woken at least 5 times last night. I eventually called Jules to tell her I'd be late and she asked me if anything was wrong. Of course I said no, even though I wanted to tell her something entirely different. I did filing for most of the day, which is as mind numbing as work can get. Plus it's a back killer too, though fortunately I'm vertically challenged. Anyway, it wasn't so bad since the people there are friendly and the other intern was a great help. So there you go, no more whining for this week after this post.

Since it has been pouring buckets of rain this past weekend and on Monday, my folks at home don't have electricity even though it seems that it should have been fixed by now. That irritates me because they make you wait 20 or more minutes on the phone to talk to a person, much less have someone fix the problem. I understand that there are places with blackouts too, but this is silly. Is everyone from the electricity company in Napa/Sonoma? Ack, my poor sister. She has homework and application essays to write but can't do any of it if she can't get access on her computer. I should have suggested the old typewriter out in the garage. She can do her stuff by oil lamp light. That would paint a pretty picture only if we duct tape her mouth. Well, if they have another day without power, I'll call to tell her that and hang up real quick. I was never one for earfuls from her.