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This is probably going to be a long blog... because I'm practicing staying up late and there's a lot to ramble about... hehehehehe

To finish up the last couple blogs: have a job, working full-time, moving back to Wes' parents house. ouch. But, that's not of any interest.

WaWa is an ok place to work. Depends on who you're working with, as with almost any job I suppose. When there is someone on register with me, it's more fun. When I'm standing up there by myself and everyone else is in the deli talking and laughing, it's a bit sad. Especially when you get a grumpy customer and need to break up the party in the deli for help. Also, there's this douche fag manager that hates women. Or something. No wonder he's 28 and not married (oh, but he has a 'gorgeous,' 'Italian' girlfriend that every guy that see's them together get's jealous about... poor girl). Anywho, tonight was fun cuz he wasn't there and it got kinda slower towards the end of shift so we all got to dick around for a bit.

blah blah blah. I had better ideas for topics to write about... but conveniently forgot them when I started writing.

Ah, I would like to point out that I think going out and having drinks, cigs, and loud conversation is one of my all time favorite past-times. I think I would do it every night if I could. That (along with kayaking of course) is one of my favorite activities. It's a lame one, I know. But there's just something so... laid-back, care-free, almost glamorous about it. I can't wait til everyone (Kyle, Sean, Lynette) turns 21 and we can go out in big groups and have loud conversation over beers and packs of cigarettes. Such delight. I guess because it's indulgence. I do love indulging :) how rockstar of me!

I also love reading. I want to read everything, but it seems that I never have a starting place. I feel bad for reading a 'bad' book because I could've spent that time reading a 'good' book... all relative of course. There are so many books. So much to read. Maybe it's overwhelming. I dunno. Maybe those are just excuses. *Shrugs*

My recent literary adventure, Atonement, is kind of... a drudge. If that's even a word. I think it to be like sludge. Slow going and kinda messy. Some parts of it are wonderful, but getting to those points can be painful. Maybe I'm just being superficial. I enjoy events that are told from the POV of various character's involved, but I often forget whose POV I'm reading and what's happened/happening. I do enjoy detail because it allows me to build a picture in my mind of how it should look... but this author gives so much friggin' detail. I don't want to see what's in his mind, blade of grass for blade of grass. I want detail with the freedom to fill in my own gaps. Adapt it as my own. I got bored with the book half-way through and decided to more-or-less bail out by renting and watching the movie. I will say though, it looks exactly how I thought it would. It's uncanny. I think that's the problem when the author gives that much detail. I don't want my vision to look like the directors. It's lame and makes me feel unoriginal.

Either way, the movie might ultimately inspire me to finish the book. ugh. The drudge calls me.

Oy... battery life is low... need to plug her in. Maybe it's bed time after all.