contemplations of a ______ mind. insert adjective.

Hahaha…I think I’m so clever.

Hey guys, the next time I’m sitting there complaining about Panda, please remind me that she is not:

My mother
Katie
Any of the other completely unreasonable people I’ve known.

Anyway, the point is that Panda and I had our conversation the next night, and it went pretty well. Once she’d calmed down, we were able to talk and I aired my issues. We’re going to be moving rooms tomorrow – she and Justin are going to do all of the moving for me and apparently my bookshelf will try to get fixed in the midst of this, but basically I asked that it happen when I’m not in the middle of the quarter which meant either now, or anywhere from the 17th to the 26th of March. He won’t be moving in for a little while – he has a few things to do. But they decided to get it all over with asap, so blah.

I still don’t like the concept of moving rooms, but like I hope I mentioned yesterday – I get why it has to happen, and I agree that it’s fair. And now that we’ve talked about all of the other BS surrounding it, it’s all good. She also wasn’t freaky about Jorge having asked. (That’s right! That was my mother who threw the yelling fit about it!) but Jorge is not moving in. He is staying here for a few days because it’s closer to where he’s working and things are all drama and stress at his mother’s place.

This is just me clearing the air about my last entry. I should have posted it a few days ago but I’ve been all distracty.

That’s a word.

Shut up.

Moving on to ~~less~~ more interesting topics. <_< >_> New Year’s! Nothing interesting much going on. I’m going to take my dad out to coffee whenever he’s free since it’s his birthday today. He said he’d call around 2:30 or so, and it’s 2:35 so it should be any time within the next half hour that he calls. I want to spend my last night with my room actually being in my room. But on top of that Amanda Black really wants to spend time with me and Jorge tonight…Jorge is working a twelve hour shift right now and will be waking up at six tomorrow morning to work another twelve hour shift ("Six o’clock isn’t that early! Well, I guess that’s because I wake up at 4:30 every morning.." "Yeah…probably…" <— I was very tired. This was the only response that came to my mind. She kind of had woken me up and I was sooo fvking out of it).

She initially wanted us to hang out…do something…we could have a Play-Doh party! But….it’s New Year’s. Play-Doh is what I do when I’m bored and there’s nothing else to do and it’s usually just something I do with my hands when I’m watching something and there’s nobody online to talk to.

Anyway, I told her I’d see if anybody else had any plans for me yet because my mother is the type to make plans for me and I didn’t know if Panda had anything planned – and it was kind of a lie so I could have time to think of what exact words I wanted to say to either tell her I was busy or suggest we do something else. I don’t think well on the spot. Haha. Anyway, next night she says, "I’m really sorry, but I’m going to have to cancel us hanging out…I’m so sorry, but I just want to get my apartment cleaned! I’m sorry for doing this!"

"That’s fine! I kind of just wanted to spend this night with some alcohol, some movies, and then retire into my bedroom to sleep there one last time since we’re switching. I am totally okay with this. Jorge has to work late and then wake up early the next day anyway."

We were on Facebook chat. She then called me to ask me why we were switching bedrooms. This being one of the many people who knows I have limited minutes and hate talking on the phone. Ah, sigh. Whatever. We talked a bit and then she had to go finish cleaning. Which…she quickly burned herself out on by taking everything out of all of the rooms and dumping it into the middle of her carpet so she could put things back one by one. Brilliant plan! Now she’s burned out and called me up to say she wants to hang out again, but I have no transportation without Jorge and Jorge isn’t going to want to do much after getting off work…especially if he has to wake up again early the next day. I’m contemplating Shoeing it, but that’s only if I can get a ride back at the end of the night. I’d want to stay until post midnight. If Jorge is my only ride, I won’t do that to him. Especially since he can’t drink anyway – his wallet was stolen back in Portland so he ended up getting a temporary paper ID and the fact that it’s an out of state paper ID means that tobacco places and alcohol places won’t accept it. I’ve been buying his cigarettes – and by buying I mean that he sends me in with the money and I actually acquire the smokes.

For anybody else, I would not do this.

There is something I dislike about anybody thinking I’m a smoker. I don’t know. I don’t mind being around smokers, but I like the fact that when they go out for a smoke I can stay inside, or if I join them I can just stand there without something hanging out of my lips. And I like the fact that I don’t have to go in and buy smokes. I feel weird doing it. "Can you please sell me some death? Thank you!" I always wonder what the people who sell it think. I could ask my sister…Tempeste works in a smoke shop and she’s like me – doesn’t smoke…but that’s just one person. What did the guy this morning think? Or the woman the night before last? Women, I should say; there were two of them.

I don’t know why I care. It’s one of the few things I do care about. I don’t like people thinking I smoke. But I care more about my brother’s happiness than I care about my image as a non-smoker, so I’ll buy him smokes.

Anyway, I think I will spend most of the day just watching Netflix or one of the movies I got. I went to the liquor store earlier today so I’m set in that realm. I’m mostly just looking for the experience of drinking on a New Year’s Eve. Never done that before. Should be interesting. Would be better if I could afford to and had the ride for going out and getting drunk at a bar or something of the sort – I’d love to see how Rumors brings in the New Year, or the Shoe, but I’ll be honest – I’m pretty damned fine with bringing this in at my new apartment, with movies and my own bottles that don’t cost me eight bucks a glass.

I am now off to go entertain myself until I get that phone call. Twill happen eventually. Laters, lovely people.

– VdS