You Kiss Me Like You Know Inside Of Me…
So, my music collection expands day by day, and I start a new job tomorrow. I will wear new underwear, but not new socks, and not new scrubs, but relatively new shoes.
It feels like I should be finishing grade 12 this year, not starting a new job of my current chosen profession three years after high school ended. Because it’s been three years since I graduated, or almost three at least. In another… 3 months and 3 weeks, I will have been finished high school for three years. Threes.
Things happen in threes, one of my high school teachers said. If something happens in threes, she told us, it means it’s meant to be.
It seems that that is true. I have finished school, I have got boys chasing me (instead of the other way around, which was not nearly as fun), I have friends who care about me (even if we don’t talk often enough), I have a room that is almost finished being pretti-fied.
Since I wrote that last line, I’ve suffered through dinner with my family, who decided to tell me all about this whole The Secret thing, which I think is a crock. I only think that because I already know what The Secret is and I don’t have to pay $35 for the dvd to hear some Australian blonde lady tell me that if I believe I can ____, that I can ____.
I’m sorry, I really am, but I just don’t want to hear it. My mom and my aunt are babbling about the universe and energy and the laws of attraction, and I already know. If you believe in yourself, you can achieve anything and all that stuff. I know it. I don’t need to hear it again. I’ve been told it for the past 13 or so years, since I started therapy with Jennifer.
By the way, my mom saw Jennifer a while ago. She’s pregnant, big as a house, or was a few weeks ago. She’s probably had the baby already, which is awesome. A while ago, I kept thinking, "I should call her, and see her, because she was always so good for me and because as much as I don’t think I need her, I really do."
But now she’s probably on maternity leave and so I couldn’t get in touch with her if I tried, which sucks.
Anyway. My room is getting closer to being finished, and I’m freezing and I start work in 12 hours, and I’m excited but nervous. Lorena doesn’t like me, and I don’t think Meg cares for me all that much, but they can screw off because Galina is nuts about me and she’s the one that matters most.
Either way, liked or not liked, I start tomorrow at 8 am, and I’m freezing in my room right now, so I will go shower, grab a book and some white hot chocolate, and read in bed for a while before I indulge in the sleeps.
– villain – hedley –