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Stuff And Whatever
Dec. 15th, 2008 10:10 pmThere's something really great about driving up the Parkway with the windows down... in December! I love how screwy the weather's gotten these past few years. I love a warm December.
I've been to Starbucks three times in the last seven days. Each time was with the excuse that I wanted to try the RED drinks. Apparently my unusual requests (please can I have a grande coffee in a venti cup...) are memorable, because this morning the barista already knew I wanted a big cup :P I prefer the peppermint mocha twist to the gingersnap, I have decided. Working in the vicinity of a Starbucks has given me a false sense of civilization - AC is not a real city. It's not...
My little holiday job is pretty fun, if only because it's a change of pace.
I'm working really intently at guitar playing and I am not improving one bit but somehow it feels like a productive use of my time anyway.
My dad called me at my Aunt Jen's tonight. Yes, I'm hesitantly putting this in the "good things only" post. Although we don't exactly get along, I do miss both my parents very much and haven't talked to either of them in quite a while. It was kind of awkward talking to my dad, though. It felt a little like he was going to yell at me but was restraining himself, or something. So, I was a little afraid to tell him much, because I guess part of me is still expecting to be yelled at.
My dad can be a very intimidating presence, even over the phone.
I dunno if he called my Aunt and just happened to find out that I was at her house, or if he specifically called there wanting to talk to me, but, whatever. I talked to my dad. For like five minutes. He a little bit interrogated me, asked me all kinds of questions about what I've been doing here. I guess my answers were satisfactory. Or something. It was a short conversation.
I've been to Starbucks three times in the last seven days. Each time was with the excuse that I wanted to try the RED drinks. Apparently my unusual requests (please can I have a grande coffee in a venti cup...) are memorable, because this morning the barista already knew I wanted a big cup :P I prefer the peppermint mocha twist to the gingersnap, I have decided. Working in the vicinity of a Starbucks has given me a false sense of civilization - AC is not a real city. It's not...
My little holiday job is pretty fun, if only because it's a change of pace.
I'm working really intently at guitar playing and I am not improving one bit but somehow it feels like a productive use of my time anyway.
My dad called me at my Aunt Jen's tonight. Yes, I'm hesitantly putting this in the "good things only" post. Although we don't exactly get along, I do miss both my parents very much and haven't talked to either of them in quite a while. It was kind of awkward talking to my dad, though. It felt a little like he was going to yell at me but was restraining himself, or something. So, I was a little afraid to tell him much, because I guess part of me is still expecting to be yelled at.
My dad can be a very intimidating presence, even over the phone.
I dunno if he called my Aunt and just happened to find out that I was at her house, or if he specifically called there wanting to talk to me, but, whatever. I talked to my dad. For like five minutes. He a little bit interrogated me, asked me all kinds of questions about what I've been doing here. I guess my answers were satisfactory. Or something. It was a short conversation.
