the life of the tarot
Wendy read my tarot cards and it made me cry. Whenever I get my tarot read it's always really emotional. last time though it was more like elation than devastation. Not that I'm at a low point, just that I'm at the end of this cycle and I guess I don't know where to go from here. Also, there always seems to be this potential positive or negative outcome that's hinged on this one really important decision, so that's kind of nerve wracking. I'm definitely feeling the pressure.
Elyza is back in town. She called me at one in the morning. She wanted to hang out last night but I called her and told her I had an unpleasant conversation I needed to have with a friend and that I didn't know what would happen after that. She was probably drunk but at least she's making the effort to see me.
I don't know what will happen with her and I. Whenever she calls she wants me to come to Saco, but I think I'll let her come up here and see me. Wendy and I have been hanging out a lot. I think I have a crush on her. What an awful person to crush on. She's got a kid and is deep into a bad male relationship. Can't help it though. I always crush on my girlfriends. Especially the artsy ones with red hair.
Every best friend I've ever had is a red-headed diva. Jaime from grade school. Elyza from highschool, and though I may be jumping the gun on this one it feels like Wendy is starting to be my best friend. I haven't had that in a long time. We'll see though.
Wendy and I are going on a road trip this summer. We're planning on flying to Vegas, renting a car, and then doing the Grand Canyon, California, and Oregon. We've still got to figure out the logisitics though.
I'm writing another story for the Phoenix though I havent' told Sam that yet. He pretty much oked it about a month ago. I just need to call and remind him. It's about dance-again.
Bumped into my best friend from grade school (Jaime) last week in Saco and I felt like I was in an episode of the twilight zone. Everything slowed down and there was eery music playing in the background. We didn't even really talk. It sucked. I had so many questions I wanted to ask. But didn't. We had a falling out a long time ago and never got over it.
Still house sitting for the Lally's. It's pretty sweet. They have an inground pool and people have been here chillin with me. My cat is home alone though, which I guess she doens'nt mind because she's rediscovered the outside world and seems to have no interest in laying around inside, which I'm relieved about because she was so lethargic and unfulfilled for so long. Last night I watched in horror as she nonchalantly crossed the street. That freaks me out a bit. She and the cat downstairs were in the midst of a stand off which I rudely broke up when I heard screeching and wailing from my upstairs balcony. I'm sure they'll get used to eachother soon. Or they'll brawl and get it out of their systems.
My other roommate moved in this weekend, which I'm pshyched about because now we have some furniture. too much at this point but we'll arrange things soon so everything has its place. I finally got my bureau from my dad's. Though he didn't end up bringing it up to me. I had to put it in the back of my car with some help from my sister because though my dad had committed to bringing it up on sunday he wouldn't return my phone calls. Slimy bastage. Though I can't really complain. he did let me stay at his place for free, and loaf around while he was out "making a living."
Still working at Finch's. It still sucks. When it's summer weather nobody comes in and we stand around all night wishing for customers. I still make money but not as much as I'd like. Oh what will I do with myself when I need to find a real job? This question plagues me. Fortunately I have at least a few more months to hang onto my threadbare college existence.
My final class starts July 5. Research methods. Yuck. I should've taken this class two years ago but I could never get into it and then when I could it was blocked into the same time as another required course not offered in the summer. Communications at USM sucks! it is a royal clusterfuck. So, I've heard we construct a website which could be cool because then I could just do something on dance, and it's history maybe.