I'm smooth.

 

• Yesterday after work, I locked my keys, my spare key, my phone, my purse, my jacket and my freshly made chai tea latte (with an impressive drawing on the cup, see above) in my car. I sat around marinating in my shame until a tow truck driver fixed it with a device resembling an untwirled clothes hanger. I looked at my phone and as I was suppose to go hang out with people an hour previous, I was in possession of six messages saying "Don't have died in a car crash." I decided to then tell this story to my friends as an elaborate ten minute anecdote.
• Strongly relating to TV characters makes me really uncomfortable. I was talking to Moriah today about people we know who are frighteningly similar to TV characters, which led us to talk about what characters I'm similar to. The verdict is that I'm a mixture of Robin Scherbatsky (How I Met Your Mother) and Britta (Community) with the occasional burst of Lorelai Gilmore (Gilmore Girls).
• This will make your day better. 

Hearts,
-J-

Definitely a love/hate relationship with espresso.

Out of things achieved so far in two shifts at my job, I can say that I've learned to steam milk like a boss. Other than that, I'm pretty lost, but it's probably going to go uphill from here.When I figure things out, I'll be happy as a clam because I get free Starbucks for an undetermined amount of time and (soon) a steady paycheck. Most of the people I've worked with so far seem pretty pleasant and everything is quite laid back.

Today I woke up at 5:30am to finish an essay, accidentally dressed severely hipster and was a slightly mocked by my friends, had what was essentially a write-off morning because half the people in my classes were on a bio trip, went to co-op at the library for the afternoon, spent about forty minutes at home to eat soup, and then went to work for four hours where I had copious amounts of unfamiliar information thrown at me. Needless to say, I've been ready to keel over since 7pm, especially considering the pumpkin spice latte that I decided, in a moment of stupidity, to practically chug during my fifteen minute break. I have an uncomfortable amount of espresso coursing through my veins.

So, time to catch up on TV.
Love,
-J-

Weird day.

This morning I had a small victory because the story of when I hardcore wiped out, slid down bus stairs and on to the ground on my back in 8th grade is no longer told by that bus driver during bus safety briefing. However, Katie made sure that nearly everyone on the bus heard it anyway. But I'm no longer an official example of improper bus safety, and that, my friends, is a step up.  

I went from that victory into emotional distraughtness because I found out that two of my close friends broke up. I think I had a worse reaction to it than they did. My lack of mental preparedness for that threw me over the edge and I spent the duration of my bus ride to the library for Co-op texting in all caps and just generally freaking out (by myself, on a city bus, the words "I'M IN WORSE CONDITION THAN AT THE END OF SEASON 2 OF SHERLOCK" were texted). About two and a half hours later, I had almost completely come to terms with it and regained emotional stability, realizing that it's pretty much an ideal break up, that things probably aren't going to change much, and that I was being irrational. I do sudden change wonderfully, you see *sarcasm*. I need to suggest that people give me time to recover (not at school or alone on city buses) when they give me unexpected news because when I lose all rational thought during the occasional emotional outburst, it's not pretty. Heck, one of the recently broken up people tried to comfort me. That's not suppose to be how it works.

This brings me to the part of the day when I realized when my Co-op teacher dropped by the library to visit me that she may or may not ship QHD and me. In the first thirty seconds of visiting me, she brought him up and informed me that his Co-op placement is legitimately across an atrium from mine, the perpendicular wall to the library. I wasn't expecting that, either. Literally a stone's throw away, taking into account my lack of upper arm strength. I have a theory that the entire universe just ships us for the humour of the situation. Should be interesting, both spending afternoons in that proximity to QHD and being part of my Co-op teacher's suspected OTP.

I also think that my bad childhood OCD may be reemerging, which I hope isn't the case. #dayofthemillioninitialisms

And that, folks, is basically what sums up my weird day. May your day be less fraught with weird than mine.
Hearts,
-J-

Flippy clocks are cool.

Today was a good day of accomplishing things that I've been putting off forever. The walls of my room are slightly less bare than before with the addition of maps, my $3 flippy clock is fixed after I bothered my brother for a while and my ample collection of scarves is washed of that stuffed-in-a-closet-all-summer smell. Along with that, the most recent episode of Doctor Who is finally watched, along with another three episodes of Gilmore Girls (I have a problem) and I've acquired about six months worth of music suggestions in one sitting, as I need to get my pretentious barista music tastes up to scratch. I'm kind of overwhelmed by the 100+ new songs in my itunes because I don't know where to start listening. It's a good type of overwhelmed.

However, tomorrow I have to stop being an antisocial machine of minute accomplishments for a little while to have Thanksgiving dinner. I kind of dread every time I have to go see my relatives. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but whether it's true or not, I feel like they judge me a lot. In that house in the depths of the country, less than half of them graduated from high school. And there I am, an intellectual/artsy kid born and raised in the city. Basically, I am the polar opposite of them in most aspects.

I know that I'm going to show up tomorrow, stand around the awkward huddle of my cousins and their significant others and be asked questions about my life (because I never do anything interesting enough to make it into interfamilial gossip). At least now, unlike summer, I can say that I have a job. Then they can make subtle pokes at the fact that I'm (1) perpetually single and (2) going into liberal arts next year, lasting all of an awkward but inevitable 2-5 minutes. There are enough people in my family who manage to poke at my insecurities in a joking sort of way that makes me uncomfortable. 

Well, hopefully I get lemon meringue pie and a few good laughs out of tomorrow. 

Mika - Elle Me Dit

^I think I'm going to start putting music down here^

Hearts,

-J-