Making Monday seem less like a Monday:
- Celebrating Carla's birthday in Maine
- Fearing to have to endure a month without seeing my love, but then realizing I actually only have to go 5 days. And I'll see her every weekend for about a month (:
- Coconut mocha & mocha cocoa!
- Being excited for college and starting to fill out applications and paperwork
- Being "Mom" in Maine. I secretly love to do all those domestic housewifey things, like cooking and cleaning
- Tri-fold poster boards
- Fearing the worst, but only facing the least
- Having your best friends find the love they deserve
- Being in total, complete, blissful love <3
- Re-Enhabit, which is the cutest store on this side of the world! From vintage clothes to homemade jewelery, it's the most darling of shops in Portsmouth. Right next to my other best friend, Ello.
- Hilarious postcards featuring baby calves in fields of cannabis.
- Weekends ahead to visit friends in college! And being terrified to walk through Fitchburg!
- A+'s & 100%'s! Doin' fucking good in school!
I just found out the craziest thing. A few months back, one of the first times I stayed in Maine with Jess, we hung out with her friend Jacob Henderson and his friend from Fitchburg, Jeremy. I knew, at the time, that Casey was going to Fitchburg in the fall, and so I kind of told them and asked them about it and whatnot. Over time, I kind of forgot about Jeremy since Jacob was transferring to Keene State this fall. Well a few minutes ago, I find out that Casey's totally crushing on Jeremy and they're friends! How funny is that? I hope he remembers me, I'm sure he will. I'm planning on going up there on September 20th, if everyone checks out, and hopefully I'll be able to re-meet him.
Of other things, being the Drama Club secretary is hard work. Yeah, it'll look good on my college applications, but it's a tough cookie. However, Mr. L did say that this week's past "Minutes" were some of the best/funniest he's ever read. Go me!
This weekend Carla, Ryan, and I are planning on heading up to Maine to celebrate Carla's 17th birthday. That'll be fun. A little partying, a little dancing, you know. I'm pretty excited because it means that I only have to wait 5 days to see my lovely again.
It's such a nice day out, it's a real shame I have to work 3 until close. Now to go read some HP3 outside (:
So Carla and I are totally dead set on making a band. Because we actually have enthusiasm and we want to achieve greatness, etc. We want it to be a sweet indie band called "Sad Girls Por Vida", which is hilarious. It's hilarious because "Sad Girls Por Vida" is a song by Pretty Girls Make Graves, and they're named after a song by the Smiths. I guess that isn't really hilarious, but whatever.
Our band's going to consist of few instruments; acoustic guitar, acoustic/electric bass, glockenspiel, keyboard, tambourine, peppermint sugar, harmonica, random shit & noises, and I'm thinking about investing in a Korg synthesizer. They have a couple listed on craigslist for about $250, and that could be worth it. I think we'll wait to buy it though, we'll probably try writing some song first. I already have one down (;
You're cute can I put my dick in it?
You're cute can I put my dick in it?
You're cute can I put my dick in it?
You're cute can I put my dick in it?
Front door, back door, any door will do.
You're cute can I put my dick in you?
Obviously a bit of a joke. We're hoping to practice soon. Who knows.
A few days ago, I found myself filling out an application for Dunkin' Donuts. I feel as though it's a step down from Market Basket. But, the good news is that my bestfriends work there. And free coffee all the time, as well. Sounds decent enough for me. And tips! It could potentially be fun, right? Well, they're apparently not hiring part-time right now anyway, so I don't necessarily have to commit on the second.
I found out some tragic news two days ago; Mr. Roberts is leaving the Wilmington Market Basket and moving to Woburn. I know that I've said some particularly crude things about him in the past, but in reality he treats me well as an employee. I've always been his favorite, as I'm one of the few people employed there that actually does their job. Replacing him will be Andrew Parsely (AP), and replacing him is "Fronge", who I don't really know. Now I fear that I'll never be able to get promoted or obtain a raise. I suppose I could pull a Chris and theaten to quit, but in all honesty, I know they need me up front. And in reality, I can't see myself moving to the departments where they'd have use for me. Like I've said before, if I switch departments, I'd prefer either being an assistant up front (which they've already fufilled), or working in the courtesy booth (which Ariel apparently has fufilled). We'll see how long they hold up and hope for the best. It's only high school, no one enjoys their high school job. Right?
Lookin' good. Not.
Working at a very public place like Market Basket, you have a lot a people come through your line everyday. I don't really know how many. More than 50, probably, I'm no good at estimating. The point is just that you see all types of different people and you generally become judgmental.
For me, it's those fake-blonds wearing the hoochie mama shorts and the little bitty tank top with their playboy bunny hat/shoes/necklace/tattoo. I feel like half of them don't even realize that they're degrading themselves, and woman as a whole, just by purchasing said attire. Playboy is a disgusting corporation. I can safely say this because I watched some lame special on E! about Hugh Hefner. He's obviously a woman abuser. He sees woman as nothing more than objects to get off with. He's blatantly cheated on all of his wives and girlfriends, and most of them didn't even care, because, well, "that's just how he is." This is disgusting, piggish, sickening, etc.
By wearing that stupid little bunny on yourself, you're making a statement. You're basically saying, "it's alright for women to be used like this. For women to be treated as sexual objects, and nothing more. Why make an emotional connection to me, when you can take the milk for free?" You should reconsider your wardrobe (whoredrobe, if you will), and start gaining some self respect.
I just realized all of my best rants and thoughts come to me at Market Basket. Hah.
aka "MMM".
- LONG WEEKENDS!
- Finding more potential in people you had little hope for
- Designing cover art for Volanté
- Visits at work from bffs
- Making cute stuffed things for transcontinental friends
- Wanting to do homework?!
- Succeeding in school
- Late calls from college buds, wanting to come home
- Looking forward to so much!
- Weekends in Maine
- Getting picked up at school by your amazingly cute girlfriend
- Working..wait, what?
- Actually finding $5
Today I helped Casey move into Fitchburg State. Fitchburg, itself, is a pretty sketchy, run-down town, but the campus is quite lovely. The library is huge and the window panes are all reflective and pretty. Across from the library there are a couple of vine-covered buildings, and there's a nice little pathway with picnic tables and such underneath.
The whole idea of finally being able to get out of this house has at once stuck me. Before today I was really nervous about college. I don't know what I want to do and I only have a slight idea of where I want to go, but I'm certain that I'm not commuting. I don't care if I have to sell my soul to Market Basket, I refuse to live another four years with my parents when it's not necessary. The excitement of it all today was quite overwhelming for even me. I love the feeling of being able to start over with organizing all of your stuff and whatnot. I can't wait for college, now. UMass Boston is looking really cute, and the thought of being able to wake up to Jessica's face everyday just thrills me. Having our own apartment would just be the icing on the cake.
Of course, I'm still going to savor senior year, but secretly I'll be dying for it to end. And when it does, I'll obviously be crying, but for multiple reasons; sadness and joy. Leaving so many of my friends behind will be heart wrenching, but being able to start the next chapter of my life will be so exciting, especially if Jess is by my side. Even if I end up somewhere besides UMass Boston, I still want to live in the apartment with Jess. Her bed is like a cloud and after a good night's sleep on it, you automatically feel fabulous the next day.
On other news, I've been squealing at a Betsey Johnson dress in the Burlington Mall for what seems like 6 months, now. Carla and I went to the mall, and just for shiggles, went into Betsey Johnson. Who would've known the $400 dress would've been marked down to a mere $100! It's amazing. It's a size 8, so alterations will be needed, but I think my parents are also pretty thrilled at the thrifty price. I'm excited that I'll be able to say I wore Betsey Johnson to my senior prom. I've never worn designer labels before; I feel so glamorous. Pictures soon.
This morning my parents and I went to Salisbury beach for a mere two hours, or so. We left at 11:30ish, and we got there around 12:15. I was anticipating the salty, seabrine smell that you can normally smell as soon as you get off of the highway. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised with the sweet smell of sugar cookie dough, soon after coming off of the Salisbury Beach exit.
You could almost see the tall, beachy grass from the highway, but not quite. As I peered out the car window, it seemed like it went well past my waist. Beige and green, bustling in the wind, blowing this and that way. Once the wind really picked up, it was interesting to watch the fields of grass almost ripple like the ocean itself.
Once on the beach, sand filled our toes. We removed our sandals and continued on, looking for a place to lay down towels. It was a busy day at the beach, being labor day weekend, and all. We finally found a spot in between two large families. The family in front of us had too many umbrellas and too many screaming children. They were lathering sunscreen all over one another, until the whole family looked like a bunch of ghosts. The family to the right of us were talking far too loudly. The mother was on her cell phone, waddling about with a too-tight bathing suit. The father's hairy beer gut hung over his swim trunks and it appeared that he was too fat to walk properly.
Our unfortunate location aside, the water looked beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky, a nice breeze that wasn't too strong. It was perfect. My parents wanted to head into the water right away, but not I. I wanted to tan up a bit first. I laid out my towel with the red, black, and yellow checker pattern all over it, my head at one end, feet at the other. First, I laid down on my back, head pointed towards the sky. When I closed my eyes, I could still see the sun. The backs of my eyelids glowed a bright orange, so I turned my head to the left and attempted a nice rest. After about thrity minutes of flopping about every so often, making sure an even tan was acquired, my parents came back from swimming,
My mother appeared as a drowned rat, and my dad appeared as the knight in shining armor who failed. They were laughing, though, as my mother hopped to one side, trying to clear the water from her ear. I hadn't eaten anything all day, so my stomach began a seemingly tenor grumble. I opened the cooler to find a small tub of homemade trail mix that I began munching on. After about ten minutes, my mother asked if I wanted to go back into the ocean with her. I agreed, desiring a cool down after baking like a cod in the sun.
As we approached the coast, where the water was pulling away at the sandy shore, I already felt chills from the salt water. The waves were coming in very strongly, and every so often the water would envelope our feet. Slowly, but surely, we began making our way out to sea. The waves started crashing a bit harder, making large goosebumps all up and down my spine. I finally agreed to dunk down on three, and after those short seconds I plunged in, up to my neck. Although it felt refreshing, I was sure to catch pnemonia. It was simply freezing, and I was baffled at all the small children that surrounded us, kerplunking in and out of the sea.
We made our way back to land, and decided it was about time to head home. The last beach trip of the summer. The only beach trip of the summer with my parents. The last beach trip of high school. And summer came to an end.
First days are always complete bull. You go to each class, wishing and hoping to see some familiar faces. Sometimes you're pleasantly surprised, other times you're sadly disappointed. At each class you review the same rules, sign the same signature, stating the same promise; you won't be a douche.
I wrote that stupid 1,000 word paper for nothing. I hate having teachers that either cannot teach or do not care enough to teach. I'm told my math teacher is terrible, but she seems really nice and I already know how to do basic trig, which is a plus. But I have the same teacher for desktop/web publishing and business, and they're basically the same class. I sit at different computers next to different but equally repulsive people staring at a monitor and typing away bullshit.
On another note, I'm most likely going to be stuck at UMass Boston. If I get that MCASS scholarship (cross my fingers that I do), I'll have free tuition. In the first place, tuition is only 12k a year, compared to the 20-something thousand Emmanuel (my love<3) would be. So if I do get free tuition, I just have to pay for books and whatnot. And apartments there are only 8k a year, and split that by four people and it's 2k. And I'd be able to cuddle with Jessica all of the time. It would be absolutely lovely. They have a create-your-own-major program, and because I still have no idea where I'm going in life this could work out well.
Perhaps I'll be able to learn something from desktop/web publishing or from business. Supposedly, the first half of desktop is basically and advertising class, which sounds like fun. We'll see.
Two days ago was our six-month anniversary, if you count that as an anniversary, which I do (considering it's a high school relationship). To be completely honest, I would remember it at points throughout the day, but periodically forget about it. I called her around 11 and she had totally forgotten about it, which made me feel better and crappier at the same time, but what's a girl to do?
Desktop/Web publishing homework is so ridiculous. I do not want to write a 1000 word research paper, talking about the aesthetics of craigslist and mog.com (whatever that is). However school is next Tuesday, which is 5 days away, and I won't be here for four of those days. In that time, I have to finish a book, write that paper, and do four art pieces. I'm basically screwed, hah. But I get to see Jessica this weekend for the last time this summer. Summer ends far too quickly. It just goes by faster and faster.
I attended my last bandcamp as a member of the wildcat band this past week. So much crying occurred, between Josh leaving for 5 months and missing bandcamp. People that I never thought would shed a tear were bawling their eyes out. It was a bit frightening to see so many boys crying, but at the same time it was heartwarming. We had a nice senior moment on the beach last night and we went around in a circle saying a few words. To sum it up, even though we're all from different "clicks", we get along surprisingly well and we'd do anything for each other, and we hate to see our last year go by. Ms. Mette has changed us all for the better, most certainly.
I'm very excited to get my hair done Tuesday night. Jessica told me she liked my hair when it was fading with pink. I want to go either strawberry-blonde or reddish-orange. I'm not sure. I feel like Shawna won't let me do something too red.
I'm torn about school starting. I'm excited, but seeing my last free summer as a kid fly by me is really devastating. I got to see Jessica so much this summer, and now we're barely ever going to see each other. Sure, seeing each other after a long time is invigorating, but I'd much rather be able to see her every day. I feel like Gabby and I will have some sporadic crying moments throughout the year.
A lot of goodbyes in a small period of time.
