- The last few days have included endless yearbook signing and everyone is leaking sentiment. I'm really bad at sentiment but I'm getting better at writing it down. There seem to be two types of situations: the people I have little idea what to write for, and the people for whom I can't even begin to capture my feelings on a scrap of the inside of a yearbook cover.
- Some people wrote large, illegible write ups that appear to be meaningful words but their hand writing is atrocious and I can only make out every third word or so.
- I hang out at Maegan's Starbucks because amusing banter like this occurs: Shawn: "Hey, is there a single batch of blonde brewing?" Charming 33 year old barista Mike: *points at me sitting in the cafe* "Well, there's a single batch of blonde brewing over here!" Me: "Damn right!".
- At my store, no one ever tells me anything and for the 'big event' of "Partner Appreciation Day" I literally was given six smarties and that was all.
- I went to Missy's for lunch at her new apartment uptown and she's living the life of a recent university drop out life, complete with day drinking and getting a quotation from French Absurdist literature tattooed on her arm. She threw (her roommate's) wine in most of our food because she said wine is how she fixes problems. Our pasta and steak was pretty good.
- Her roommate has three cats; one is a kitten they named Bitch Cat (they didn't want to get attached), later Regina George, later Reggie, and now Party Cat. Party Cat is my favourite embodiment of chaos and stupidity.
- After we did a legitimate coffee shop crawl. We did a loop of Starbucks/Java Moose/Second Cup. The best part is that we didn't pay for anything because between Missy, Maegan and me, we probably know every barista in the city.
- I want to kick off summer in a fun way but I'm not sure how yet.
Julianne
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