Creeeeaaaakk..k..k.....

There are some things that I just won't do in broad daylight. I prefer, in fact, to wait until the dead of night. There's something so exhilarating about flighing high, swooping down, then rising to the top once again. It messes up my hair and takes my breath away. But I have to wait until it's dark to swing on the swings. Why, you ask? I will tell you. My rear end no longer fits inside the swing! It's not very flattering. Nor comfortable. So my joyous, exhilarating rides have become somewhat secretive and limited. Getting old is hard.

Falling Down

You know how, when toddlers teeter, and then fall over, they immediately look to their parents? If Mommy jumps up and fusses over the crash, the tot's face will likely squash up for a good howl. If they hear a "Nice one! Just try again!" they will probably pick themselves up and go tottering for a couple more steps.

I'm tired of people fussing. I'm only twenty for heaven sakes! I know you want nieces and nephews, Zach, but that's no reason for you to ask Dad to bless me to find the right man SOON in my back-to-school blessing. Yeah, everyone in my extended family, I am not married. Sad day. Get over it. I'm just fine toddling my way through life. I'm not nearly mature enough to make such a big commitment. I know that, and I'm quite content. But with all this fussing, I feel a howl coming on.

I apologize if this sounds bitter. I promise that it does not represent my true feelings. I just can't help wondering sometimes if maybe I should be more worried--since everyone else seems to be. Thanks for listening.

Bad Day

I really like that new song by Daniel Powter. And it's awesome when you had a bad day for REALS and it plays on your way home from work.

If I had subtitles for this blog, it would be "Okay, fine. I'll be your friend--if you pay me!" Keep that in mind.

So. Rotten day. I won't go into all the details, but it started last night. =P. I left my keys inside Kneaders again. That means I had to get a ride home from Amber, and I had to have someone make an extra trip with me this morning to get the car. But, you know. Whatever. Except--AAHHHH!!! Today is laundry day. My keys are at the laundry. I cannot find even the number for the laundry people. Luckily they are easily identifiable, as I am still using a bright yellow carebear as a keychain.

I got a letter from the scholarship comittee. Life just got a whole lot more complicated...but hey, it's a growing experience, right? It will be good for me. I will grow, and be a better person for it. But I felt like a failure with a capital F in big red letters. Rough.

Then I had to go to work. Ew yuck. I got to work. Oh--I got my laundry done. That is very happy news. So. Bob (my manager) spent the rest of his shift telling me that "You've never had a bad day in your life." I looked at him like, "Stupid man. I don't know if you are trying to make me feel bad--probably not. What do you maean you can read my aura?" Ugh. Or he would be like, "How much will you give me for your keys?" When I knew very well he didn't have them. but every time he said it, I wished he did so bad! Jerk.

So then, when Colleen came up and said, "Adriane," in that voice that means, "I have something to tell you..." I braced for impact. I had been terribly annoyed with her the day before, and I still tense up whenever she talks to me. "I was watching you with the customers..." Man! I am working my butt off for you!!! Interacting with the customers is the only thing I really love about this job--don't you DARE tell me I'm bad at it! "and you were amazing!" *Jaw drop* I wish I could have seen my face. I'm pretty sure it was hilarious. "You do such a wonderful job, and I really appreciate the way you suggestive sell things." By this time, my jaw was on the floor, and I was stammering my thanks to her when she said, "In fact, I'm going to give you a one dollar raise on your next paycheck." Holy cow! What did you do with the Colleen I knew? For two seconds, I considered taking back my two weeks notice. I don't think she knows about it. Lol...only I came to my senses, thanked her, turned around, and made that same face I accidentally make when beautiful men talk to me using my name and I don't want to scream.

So if YOU happen to be having a bad day ;P, hang in there. Eventually, things will look up. Something good has to happen, even if it's only an extra dollar an hour for the last 7 days you work. Or maybe you will be weeding your yard and not see a single spider! Or maybe you'll just get all of your laundry done.

Mmmm...

"Adriane, what do you when you get home from your trying, on-you-feet-for-eight-hours job? Do you fall into bed, exhausted and in pain?"
"No Larry, actually, I like to go home and write blogs and watch the Little Mermaid."

Pah ha ha--well, if Julia and Zach happen to be watching the BEST Disney movie ever, I won't argue. My one regret about Disneyland is that I didn't get a picture with Ariel. I need to go sometime with a group of friends that won't mind me waiting in a forever long line to take a picture with some strange girl in an ugly red wig. Because they will be right there in line with me. And we should go this year sometime, because they have the BEST FIREWORKS EVER!!! EVER!!!! I am ruined to city park fireworks forever. *sigh*

Well, naturally, I still have more to write, but Ursula is about to take over the entire ocean, and someone needs to be there to see that everything turns out alright. K Bye!

A Blog About Lauren

So much time, and so little to do! Strike that--reverse it (for all of us OLD Willie Wonka fans ;).

Guys. I have so much to blog about! The payamas, and the little bit of sunshine in my cynical world, Disneyland, work, getting ready for school, scary old men that make me think of Jena and her scary old men... But I don't have time tonight. Because my Dad keeps calling on the intercom, and he is sleepy and so am I. So for tonight, I will just point your attention to my sister's link on the right hand side of my blog. Because I am pretty excited that I finally got her to create one. YESSSS!!! And she is coming to college, which is weird but exciting. And none of you boys are allowed to ask her out without my permission. Um...that's all.

I Don't Wanna Grow Up

So I was sitting in the hospital with my Mom for four hours yesterday, and it reaffirmed what I'm always known: I don't want to be the grown-up. Ever. I don't want them talking to ME about the results of the test or what medications to take, or when she's allowed to drive again. I don't want to be the one in the next cubicle calling my family and telling them that "Mom's going to be really tired today...how about if you come to see her tomorrow instead" and "they let her get up to go to the bathroom and she broke her tailbone..." I don't want to answer my Mom's nervous questions over and over because she can't remember that she asked me the same thing five minutes ago--let alone the answer I gave her. I don't want to see her on her side coming back from the test with an oxygen tube in her nose, pale and unconscious. It scared me, to be completely honest. I don't want to do it again. Luckily, our worries were unfounded, and she is okay (big cheer for Mom!!!), so I won't have to do that again for ten more years, but I still don't want to be the grownup. Ever.