I took myself out for a romantic dinner at a cute French bistro.
Then I walked myself down to the movie theater and saw The Book Thief.
I cried. A lot. Mostly because Geoffrey Rush was the most wonderful Papa- better than I could have asked for- and every moment he was on-screen was brilliant. his “i gave them my name!” scene had me nearly sobbing.
When it was over I realized I didn’t want to go home soooooo I saw Catching Fire too.
They raised the movie ticket prices. It’s $8.50 now. The lady who sold me my ticket apologized when I said “wow”. I informed her the “wow” was because in New York movie tickets haven’t been under $10 in… maybe 10 years?
I have successfully avoided doing all of the things I was supposed to do today.
The movies were a good distraction. But now I have to face the mountain of dirty laundry, the fact that nothing is packed yet and I still haven’t called to set up an appointment with a new psychiatrist.
Why the fuck am I so tired? I have things I need to do and I keep sleeping! Why? I could not make myself get up- I set multiple alarms and reminded myself of all the things I wanted to get done. Nope. Just fell back asleep.
My coworkers have not stopped teasing me about the guy I went to coffee with. It’s getting really obnoxious. Every time I’m texting someone while in the break room “is that your man?” “no, it’s my mom.” “Have you seen him today?” “yes” “who has she seen?” “her boyfriend” “he’s not my boyfriend”. “You know that tall guy from the pharmacy? Caroline’s bangin’ him” “NO I’M NOT”
We had coffee once. Once. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s not my anything.
Also who says “banging” anymore?
I should start getting ready for work now.
UGH. I have the day off tomorrow, though. That’s good.
I do like my job. I feel like I should mention that. And now that we have 2 new people on our shift things are a lot easier. I’m just stressed- there’s a lot going on in my life (doctor’s appointments, apartment things, moving things,… possible boy things)
I was just thinking about the things I need to get done tomorrow.
I should be hearing from the rental people about when to sign the lease.
I also need to call psychiatrists and find out how much it would cost for an out-of-pocket visit before my insurance kicks in in January so I can actually get my medication because I’m running out.
OH AND I’M HAVING COFFEE WITH A GUY WAIT WHAT NO I’M NOT PREPARED.
I feel like I’m coming down with something but oh god I hope not.
It’s been quite a while since I went on a date. I mean, it’s just coffee but still. I haven’t been on a date/sort of date since i broke up with my last boyfriend back in January.
Last night Rachel and I took my brother out for a drink. I had a bit more to drink than I normally do. So when my dad woke me up at 5am I was, understandably, miserable. It’s been quite a while since I’ve had a hangover. I remember now why I drink in moderation.
My dad loves Portland so much. He talks about it all the time. He’s seriously considering starting his own company up here. He told me today that when he comes up for Christmas he’s going to start looking around at properties (he manages real estate in NYC and is looking to translate that to up here). I can’t tell you how much I would LOVE having my parents move up here.
I managed to distract myself for a moment but um yeah, boy. Um, we’re both really awkward. I’m terrified that we’ll get to coffee tomorrow and end up just staring at each other.
Hopefully the lease isn’t horrific like the last one. It’s a different management company.
I’m currently texting a boy. I forgot what that felt like.
I need to do laundry but I’m out of quarters and I have yet to figure out how to use my card to pay the washing machine. There is no credit card slot yet the instructions on the machine say you can pay with a card dfajkldafsjkldsaljas it’s pouring rain outside I don’t want to run around the corner to get quarters.
My daddy gets here tonight!!!!! We’re driving down early tomorrow morning for Thanksgiving at my uncle’s farm. I’m so so so so thrilled to see my family. I miss them so much.
If this apartment works out I could be living there by mid-December. Eeeeeee.
I need to go have a panic attack now. (In a good way???? It’s panicking about a good thing, I think, whatever, it’s scary).
There’s a HUGE storm warning for Northern New York aka right where my brother is, the brother who is leaving tomorrow to get home for Thanksgiving. I’m so worried about him. If he leaves now he can beat the storm but he’s still trying to reach teachers to let them know he needs to miss class. He’s being a good student but I wish he’d just say “fuck it” and go home now.
I applied for an apartment today. It’s beautiful. But it’s expensive and a long walk to work. But Dad says that I should go for it. He thinks I need to think more about the future, the big picture- that I don’t know what’s going to happen in a year and that’s a good thing. I don’t think he wants me to settle. I’m a tad overwhelmed.
Do I ask a boy out to coffee that I hardly know? We make small talk in the hallways at work and I kinda like him but idk I feel desperate for some reason.
I hate feeling desperate.
I need to get ready.
If any of you pray, please pray for my brother’s safety.
I left. I got a cup of coffee. I called my mom. I called my dad. Dad and I again discussed options. I’m much calmer than I was yesterday.
I found another option and scheduled a showing for next week. It’s a biiiiit more than I want to pay but it does have everything included and I’m finding that there’s not a lot out there that’s less expensive and suits my needs.
I don’t want to go to work today. I want to stay in bed.
I’m working on a dumb playlist. I’m thinking of making it a meme/challenge thing.
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