Today was one of those days that I left the house and embarked on a large series of things that hopped from one to another.
A bit after noon I went out with my mom to do errands and we ended up sitting in a food court arguing whether an entire room in our house is necessary for storage and if it's easier to get rid of things or store things. I was arguing that I have a future as a minimalist and she didn't believe it.
My mom told me on the drive to the library that my grandparents' were wondering if I wanted to buy their car when they got rid of it. I responded very positively to that statement, but then I realized several things: (1) I don't know how much they want for it, (2) I don't know what condition it's in, (3) I don't know when they want to sell it and (4) I don't know if I have the money to maintain a vehicle (but I probably would if I got a job, but out of 25 places I have dropped applications, none have even called me back). I have come to the conclusion that if things fall into place, I will buy their car. Having a car would be a wonderful thing because my parents would stop complaining about driving me places, causing me guilt and I could get places without bumming rides from friends/their parents or taking the slow/infrequent/inconvenient bus that doesn't come after 6pm or on weekends.
I hung around the library for a while until my volunteer hour where I was rather talkative. We toured the inner workings of the library and I then shelved books with Kaelen and ranted about how out friends are turning into crazed delinquents and the fact that I'm beginning to fangirl as much as her boyfriend because he isn't around to reach the fangirl quota that has been implemented in my life. After volunteering I sat in a little alcove until the library closed, listening to music and making pros and cons list about acquiring a car. When the library kicked me out, I got a chocolate chip muffin and sat in a rocking chair overlooking the lower floor of the mall, reading the first few pages of This Side of Paradise.
It soon reached an acceptable time to seek out the house in which I was invited to supper. Despite the fact that it was only a few streets over, my directionally challenged self turned to google maps to assist with my predicament. After navigating several sketchy streets with people tossing their refuse aggressively out of tall windows in preparation for garbage collection, I reached Katie's house*. I arrived just in time to witness the making of an apple/cheddar/bacon pie. We collected a strange assortment of us between me, Katie, Moriah, Travis, the slightly stoned but well intentioned neighbour Marci and Charlo, the exchange student who was a bit shy but pleasant. We had a strangely good time eating pizza, playing little icebreaker games, being confused and skeptical of the apple/cheddar/bacon pie and watching one of Katie's program's concert because Travis (what a kid) dictated that we do so. At one point, we thought we heard gunshots outside (a few blocks away from a shooting a week ago). Someone ran to the window to see that it was only Marci's grandfather dragging his garbage down the stairs.
Moriah and I then walked a few houses down the street to Tatyana's to quickly catch up after she had gotten back from Ontario ridiculously early in the morning. We heard her entire recount of her month away and looked through her new dresses, pinpointing which ones we will steal briefly sometime in the future. She has the most amazing mint green dress that fits me well despite the fact that there is about a thirty or forty pound difference between me and her.
I finally made it home after ten hours of meandering.
*At the church picnic on Saturday, she collected a few youth to eat
supper at her house some night because she has an exchange student from
Quebec staying with her for the summer and he isn't getting a lot of
social interaction. I don't know her very well, but she is pretty cool.
She plays cello, works as a teacher in an orchestra social program for
underprivileged kids and is getting me tons of things to volunteer for. Moriah and I are helping with a choir camp next week, which sounds like a grand time.
Love,
-J-
Your life isn't fully enriched until you have heard this song.
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