Sorry I've taken so long to update. I've been fairly busy with school and work and such. Lucky for me, this next week is my midterm break. I'll have to work more at Cousin's, but at least I won't have homework, and I'll have a lot of time to think and draw and jig. And then...the countdown will finally come to an end. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee! Ha ha ha!
So like I said, not much has happened with all this school and work goin' on. Very uneventful, but exciting never-the-less. I went grocery shopping with Jeanie and we spent two and a half hours running around Target and Fries. At Target we ran around looking for baby gifts for her friend's shower, but they were out of almost everything we needed, which was frustrating. Then Jeanie lost her mop coupon and panicked. We both tore around the store scanning the floor for a scrap of paper, and then we actually found it. Amazing.
I wanted an umbrella because I'm tired of getting wet (yes, it does rain here at times), but apparently, Target doesn't have umbrellas. Either that or they are so cleverly hidden that even the sales people don't know where they are. Boo.
I bought a lot of yummy things and things that will last a long time, so I'm set for the month. Heh heh heh. Now I just have to resist eating all those girlscout cookies. Someone should uncover the sinister girlscout conspiracy to make Americans fat. They put something in those cookies...
4 days!
Just a Perfect Day...
Ahem. Move along, move along. There's nothing to see here. That's right. Just your average day, average week...NO SCHOOL! Wooooooooooooot!
But I still have to work. Boo. Hiss.
Oh well, I need the dough - ha ha ha (okay that's only funny if you know we make our own bread and...I see...dough all the time...okay it wasn't funny.).
So Preston lent me these little graphic novels called "Lone Wolf and Cub". I'd heard of them through my favorite manga comic "Blade of the Immortal", but never read any. It's interesting so far, but BOTI is still grooviest. And "Parasite" ain't half bad either (though none are for the faint of heart). Okay time to sleep. Goodnight all.
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Tell me a Story!
Wow...amazing how time just keeps moving along, even when you think it won't.
I realized tonight that I left my big art pads at school. I meant to bring them home now that the class is over. Maybe even scan some of the safe ones. Oh well. I guess I'll have to do that later.
Paid my bills today and found out that my credit card payment of $5 is late. Crap. Now they're probably gonna give me bad credit over something so piddly. Grrrr...how frustrating.
At work I keep saying numbers wrong, like I'll say $7.69 instead of $6.79 or something. It's like work makes me dyslexic or something. It also makes me very forgetful. I go through about a hundred people a day if not more (I don't work as many hours as I used to), and when they pour in one after another, all the different orders mush into a blurry globule of numbers, sandwiches, and fixings. A customer will order, I will cash him through, and then he hands me a card to stamp and I'll have already forgotten how many sandwiches he ordered.
Did laundry, did dishes, cleaned up a bit, played with paint, made a hamburger and talked to the Roach...er...Fett. Yes, I've decided to call the Roach and the Roach's clone, Vader and Fett. It's just better that way. If you read his musings, it will make more sense.
Anyway, tomorrow will be a long day at work since I have to last until 4, but then...it will be mere HOURS until the countdown is up, and I'll be preparing. Yes indeed.
Don't hold your breath or you'll pass out
As long as you have someone to be crazy with.
Cheers, all! I've officially gone off my rocker.
Yeah, I know. It's been a whole week since I went mad. I wish I were mad longer though. Now I have school breathing down my neck and stupid tax forms looming on the near horizon.
I write because it's time to break the accumulating silence. I have no excuse but laziness. It is unfortunate that it would be tragedy that would motivate me though.
I awoke early this morning to my phone ringing. It was Mom.
"Laura is dead..." she said. I was still waking up and said nothing. "It was suicide."
I imagine Laura - Mertle's highschool crush. A smiley blond girl from church, always laughing, always cheerful. One of the last people I thought would commit suicide. Even after it sinks in, I still can't grasp it. I think of Carol, her mother - A sweet woman who I always dropped in on to say "hello" at the college bookstore. She and Mom are good friends - always supporting each other. Daryl, Laura's father, loves automotives. He tried to help me with my car. Merit's truck came from him - he fixed it up himself. Carol always talked about Laura. She always told me what her daughter was up to - the new places she'd been, the tasks she was undertaking.
How old was Laura? She must have just graduated from high school if she's Mertle's age.
"Why?" I ask. Of course Mom doesn't understand either. I still can only imagine Laura's insatiable grin and her cute little laugh. Then I think of Carol again and her smile and encouragement. What will this do to her? What a blow. She will forever be asking herself, "Where did I go wrong? What could I have done to prevent it? It's all my fault." (Which it isn't).
I know to some extent, what the loss of a child can do to a mother, but to have your child take her own life? What does that sort of thing do to parents? I pray it will not destroy Carol's heart as I fear. She's always been such an encouragement to me. I do not want her to lose hope and never smile again. It's hard to see purpose in this untimely tragedy...and it makes me sad.
I also pray for Daryl. I hope that he becomes softer and closer to Carol in the midst of this and doesn't let her take the hit alone.
What a loss. What a heartbreak.
My dear readers, pray for this mother and father. Ask for hope, courage, and comfort for them. Only God can heal such a horrific wound.
