(I enjoyed messing around with focus and shutter speed.)
Hearts,
Julianne
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Day one: NYC
Today I learned that I'm so good at cities.
Just kidding. I woke up feeling ok and at noon I was ok but then in Connecticut about twenty minutes from the New York boarder, I was suddenly really aware that I was on a crowded four lane divided highway. I was simultaneously struck with claustrophobia and fear of fast cars, despite that I was but a passenger. Needless to say, the rest of the drive was not a fun one, but rather one filled with anxious shallow breathing and frantic games of solitaire on my phone with hopes that it would distract me. Then came the actual city. My parents somehow thought walking through Times Square would be a good idea. However, I wasn't really in the mood for such things and didn't want to be near people, touch people, or do anything other than stare downwards, burrow into my scarf and scuffle away from crowds. There probably has never been a worse day for me to go into Times Square.
I guess I need to get out of New Brunswick more often. I've been through London, Amsterdam and Nairobi without too many problems and suddenly I have issues with anything over two lane highways. I walk overcrowded hallways five days a week. I really shouldn't be scared of much. Maybe I'm just aging into an old lady, unsettled by change, way before my time.
Damn sporadic anxiety.
Things will look up from here.
Hearts,
Julianne
Just kidding. I woke up feeling ok and at noon I was ok but then in Connecticut about twenty minutes from the New York boarder, I was suddenly really aware that I was on a crowded four lane divided highway. I was simultaneously struck with claustrophobia and fear of fast cars, despite that I was but a passenger. Needless to say, the rest of the drive was not a fun one, but rather one filled with anxious shallow breathing and frantic games of solitaire on my phone with hopes that it would distract me. Then came the actual city. My parents somehow thought walking through Times Square would be a good idea. However, I wasn't really in the mood for such things and didn't want to be near people, touch people, or do anything other than stare downwards, burrow into my scarf and scuffle away from crowds. There probably has never been a worse day for me to go into Times Square.
I guess I need to get out of New Brunswick more often. I've been through London, Amsterdam and Nairobi without too many problems and suddenly I have issues with anything over two lane highways. I walk overcrowded hallways five days a week. I really shouldn't be scared of much. Maybe I'm just aging into an old lady, unsettled by change, way before my time.
Damn sporadic anxiety.
Things will look up from here.
Hearts,
Julianne
Monday, February 25, 2013
A normal day, I suppose.
Today was one of those days that feels special but it really isn't, it's just settling back into normal routines after a little bit of a blip in routine.
It was a pretty average day but my eyeliner applied beautifully so I started the day in a good albeit frivolous mood. School went somewhat normally but I kept running around in attempts to find my English teacher so I could sign off on my World lit paper to be sent away.
My law class was in the gym due to exams occurring in our usual space and the bleachers weren't built for anyone to sit on for even close to an hour. I seem to inherently hate being in gyms for any reason- a sort of PTSD from a childhood of being forced to have gym class four days a week with intensely competitive kids who lived and breathed for peewee hockey.
My shift at work was pretty normal. I had some good conversations with some regulars, especially as my good mood persisted and I gave some drinks on the house. One of our regulars has a giant collection of free Starbucks coupons that expire on Friday and during my shift, he came in twice and made a round of strangers in the store to spread a few of the 50+ coupons he has remaining. Our manager will probably pissed by the amount of drinks that went unpaid for tonight. I suppose it's my small revenge for her ordering t-shirts for us with a half naked siren on them. My conservative upbringing didn't prepare me to serve coffee wearing a shirt portraying a mythical creature with very human, very exposed boobs.
It's only Monday but it feels like a Thursday and I'm really not prepared for this week.
Hearts,
Julianne
It was a pretty average day but my eyeliner applied beautifully so I started the day in a good albeit frivolous mood. School went somewhat normally but I kept running around in attempts to find my English teacher so I could sign off on my World lit paper to be sent away.
My law class was in the gym due to exams occurring in our usual space and the bleachers weren't built for anyone to sit on for even close to an hour. I seem to inherently hate being in gyms for any reason- a sort of PTSD from a childhood of being forced to have gym class four days a week with intensely competitive kids who lived and breathed for peewee hockey.
My shift at work was pretty normal. I had some good conversations with some regulars, especially as my good mood persisted and I gave some drinks on the house. One of our regulars has a giant collection of free Starbucks coupons that expire on Friday and during my shift, he came in twice and made a round of strangers in the store to spread a few of the 50+ coupons he has remaining. Our manager will probably pissed by the amount of drinks that went unpaid for tonight. I suppose it's my small revenge for her ordering t-shirts for us with a half naked siren on them. My conservative upbringing didn't prepare me to serve coffee wearing a shirt portraying a mythical creature with very human, very exposed boobs.
It's only Monday but it feels like a Thursday and I'm really not prepared for this week.
Hearts,
Julianne
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Sundays, fun days.
I'm adjusting to working Sunday afternoons. At first I hated it because since we close at 5:30pm instead of 9:30pm like usual and everything feels slightly disconcerting. It doesn't help that there are huge rushes in the early afternoon of everyone, their five kids and their elderly parents. However, it's usually dead by 4pm. Sundays have gotten better with the introduction of Missy and I's "#dancethewhiteaway" closing parties. As soon as there's no one left in the store, she tells me sad/hilarious stories about her love life and we find a good playlist (aka not the 'Josh Groban's greatest hits' one) to dance and sing along to unashamedly while closing. Today, I mopped to a playlist featuring "Rehab" and "Put Your Records On." I also make bad puns while she tells me I'm the worst person. Life can be taken slightly less seriously on Sunday afternoons.
My job is kind of nice when I'm not colossally stressed about school. The food service industry is kind of cute.
Hearts,
Julianne
My job is kind of nice when I'm not colossally stressed about school. The food service industry is kind of cute.
Hearts,
Julianne
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