06-09-2004 - 7:27 p.m.
Since we last chatted, the boy drama has died down and now is just pretty much non existent. Of course non existent also means "haven't spoken to him", which sucks almost as much as the drama.
On Saturday as I walked into work, I looked up only to see Shawn and his friend Brian walking right at me. I have the worst freaking luck in the universe, don't you think??? I mean, I wasn't even expecting him to be working. Anyways, Brian spotted me first, gave Shawn this "oh shit!" look and whispered something over to him, at which point he looked up at me. Of course I'm feeling super STUPID at this point and wanting to crawl into Saddam's freaking hideout hole. But we passed, said hello, exchanged some mindless friendly chit chat and I was on my way. An hour later when on their dinner break, they walked right by my restaurant (where they eat literally every meal) and went somewhere else, presumably because I was working. Dumbasses! So, I'm all fired up and at the same time marveling at the stupidity of it all. We are 23 and 24 year old adults here, why are we acting so 5th grade? After work I just said fuck it and gave him a call. I apologized for any wrong doing on my part and cleared the air telling him that I didn't want any awkwardness since we'll see each other everyday all summer long. You'd think he'd give me some props for being so honest, open, and mature. Instead, he said we'd meet up at a concert we were both attending the following night and yeah... haven't talked to him since.
Guess it's tough to grow out of 5th grade, huh? If anything, just be my friend. Hooking up really does ruin everything.
In other news, what was supposed to be my first relaxing summer since I started working like a Mexican when I was 14 years old, has now turned into the usual "How many hours can I cram into a work week?" fest. My usual boardwalk restaurant job will be 5 nights/days a week. (Ooooh, I shaved it down from 6!) But last week I was offered a position I just couldn't pass up- being an aide to some disabled children in a preschool classroom for summer school. Since I wasn't hired as an actual summer school teacher this time around, I jumped at the aide job despite the shitty pay because 1) it's a foot in the door for next year and 2) I'm considering a Master's in special ed. So, that'll be filling up my mornings Mon-Thurs. Then, there's house cleaning on Saturday mornings. I'm not quite sure how I picked up that job with my hairdresser last summer, but I did and I still have it. It's not too glamorous, but I must say that scrubbing rich summer renter's toilets is a very humbling experience, and probably the kick in the ass I need. Finally, tonight I found out that I might be doing private tutoring for Spanish with a high school kid. So... that's my summer in a nutshell. Not quite the party I envisioned.
Add to the mix the wrenching stomache problems I've been enduring on and off for a year now and boy, the party just keeps getting better! I finally did a follow up doctor's visit on Monday to my totally worthless December visit. This time, we're actually getting somewhere. He thinks he's got me diagnosed, and I can easily go on some medication for it, but just to be safe I got sent for a full blood workup. So, this morning I trekked over to the lab at 7:30 am. Knowing full well that I'm horrible with blood and needles, I went all alone and planned on going to work afterwards. HUGE smackass mistake that was! I totally passed out and had to lie down on the bed for a while. Then in my dazed and confused state I peed just about everywhere except in the cup for the urine sample. Those damn cups are tiny! They advised me not to drive so I chilled next door at McDonald's for a while and had some breakfast. I eventually made it to work, but was totally out of it all day long.
All week I've been rocking out to Liz Phair's new tune because it's so true to my life. I am freaking extraordinary if you'd ever get to know me! But no one ever really tries to. Stupid Shawn doesn't know the first thing about me except maybe what kind of underwear I prefer. Is a chance so much to ask for???
I am extraordinary
If you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary
I am just your ordinary
Average
Everyday
Sane
Psycho
Super Goddess
~LP
