Frivolity, lasagna and stabbings.

I got my first paycheck and from some sort of anomaly, it ended up being only three shifts worth of pay. I did not fret; I realized that I have spent money guilt free in a long, long time, so I set out on a quest to buy things that weren't absolute necessities. I have acquired two thrifted jackets, red lipstick and a copy of Vogue, just because I felt kind of frivolous and had the means to fulfill that.

My friends have been amused by my stories about QHD and have decided to also collect amusing stories about when they see him doing something amusing/eccentric, which is fairly often because he has no shame. Today he walked into my friends' second period Chem class (which he isn't in) with the sole purpose of spontaneously giving his friend (a character of whom my friends' have nicknamed 'Racist Greek guy') a piece of homemade lasagna. At 10:30 in the morning. I have a special brand of respect for him for occasionally being such an A+ human being. 

This morning I got a text from a panicked Tatyana: "Is everybody ok?". I pondered for a while over why everyone wouldn't be ok, then I got the news that two kids got stabbed on a school bus when it was literally pulled up beside my school. She was firmly convinced that someone we know was brutally stabbed at random by a psychopath. I attempted to convinced her that the case was probably more akin to someone of lower cognitive abilities provoking someone else of lower cognitive abilities, and so far no information has come to light that suggests otherwise. I haven't talked to a single person all day who personally know any of the people involved. The stabbed guys were quickly released from the hospital and the stabbing guy has been charged with two counts of aggravated assault and is being sent for a thirty day psychiatric assessment. The school was abuzz with a bunch of "what even."

Hopefully your day included less stabbings than mine.
Hearts,
-J-

Aimless wandering

Tonight, Will, Maegan and I loitered in parking lots while listening to Jay-Z, white people fist pumping (aka flailing) and eating McDonald's, reminiscing about amusing life moments, when we all probably should have been doing homework. It was a good time, a bit reminiscent of summer, as more and more I find that when I see my friends, we have a quick five to ten minute conversation before someone has to rush off to do something or other.

I miss aimless wandering and being around people without any particular plans. I miss when 90% of my time wasn't accounted by things that I have to do because of responsibility or necessity.

Is this what growing up is like? Ick, responsibility.
Hearts,
-J-

Notingly unnoteworthy.

I feel bad for neglecting blogging, but then I realize very few noteworthy things have happened lately. Even the things that are almost notable, I can't find a way to format them in a blog post worthy manner. I've finally hit a lull in the initial panic stage of beginning school, work and co-op all within the space of a month.

This sweater is pretty fantastic though:

Upon first looking at it, the pattern is kind of ambiguous. I originally thought it was some animals, other people thought it was some buildings, but in reality it's just a bunch of geometric shapes. I take so much joy in my thrifted old man sweaters, a passion shared with my fourteen year old brother. I'm sort of sad that dress weather is nearly over but the abundance of crunchy leaves keeps me pretty content. Walking down the street is fun now especially early in the morning before anyone else has crunched the recently fallen leaves.

I plan for a weekend of watching documentaries, reading and maybe going out a little bit. However, I'm considering becoming a hermit because when I have to be around people too much, my introverted and/or bitchy side emerges. With the help of the documentary section of Netflix, I'll learn all sorts of things this weekend.

Hopefully blog worthy things pick up.
Love,
-J-

Frazzled.

I forgot what having a job was like.

Well, I'm only working around twelve hours a week, but considering the fact that my days lately have been school, getting home at 4pm, going into work at 4:30 or 5 and getting home at 8:30, soon to be 9:30 when training ends. Unfortunately, there's no place to take a nap during my break. When I get home, I have homework to do. The days I don't work (Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday) are taken up by youth group, choir and church/homework/socializing (if I'm lucky). And this Thursday there's a yearbook thing in the evening as well and I grow to dislike yearbook more with every passing mention of it. Everything in yearbook is confusing and cliche while pretending not to be confusing and cliche.

Needless to say, I want little else other than to collapse on my bed and not get up for three days. As that's not an option, it's a good thing I get a butt load of free coffee.When things stabilize, I should feel a bit better about everything.With a bit of chill music, many hot beverages and some intense feat of time management, I can do this.

However, I feel bad that I have a constantly frazzled look about me (the amount of concealer I've gone through in the past few weeks is a little ridiculous) and I can't seem to quite put full effort into anything. I don't want to dig myself into the state of being perpetually tired and ragged.

Today dragged on to a painful degree. It didn't help that the weather was dreary and people were especially stupid (my tolerance is steadily lowering for especially stupid people).

One of the only redeeming features of this day was lunch, which I spent at a local coffee shop with an odd assortment of Library Crew, Missy, and the Hipster Youth (Reeves's nickname for the group of hipster underclassmen. He didn't notice the unfortunate resemblance to the Hitler Youth until after it stuck). We had an extended conversation about starting a business called "Buckets of Swag" which sells exactly what the name suggests. However, this one guy (who's probably permanently high on nearly everything) decided out of the blue that "swag" will actually be bull semen. By the end of that fifteen minute conversation, we had an entire business plan, including how it will get so popular that Kanye West writes a song about it and what happens when we inevitably get shut down by the FDA. Also, we probably set a record for the average number of times "bull semen" has been said per minute. Rarely have I been in that much hysterical laughter over complete nonsense. There was also a relatively intense argument of who, between Will and Missy, more deserved the the title of "sloppy white hoe." I should go to lunch with odd assortments of people more often. Amusing things happen.

Another redeeming feature is that I'm finding my way around work more and more. I'm pretty comfortable and I'm actually enjoying being around the people I've worked with. Also, I can do the bare minimum amount to be useful. I eagerly await actually having money from this. Soon. The idea of a steady income is kind of foreign to me at this point in my teenaged existence.

Hearts,
-J-