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Remember my day to myself? Yeah... it was gonna be great. I was gonna sit around for awhile, maybe take a nap. Watch some TV, listen to my CDs, maybe even watch my Hitchhiker's Guide DVDs for fun. It never quite works out like how I thought.
My parents leave with my sister for the bus station in Cleveland at 6:45. Apparently, they stop for some McMuffins and pancakes. I go to my room and get Keep it Together out of my CD player, put it in the stereo, turn it up, get online, and ramble for a bit. I get bored online because no one is ever online at 7:00 in the morning. I watch some random TV shows until I stumble across some cartoons. I watch Buzz Lightyear and the new Digimon, which is somehow thousands of time stranger than the original, and makes less sense. I don't pay too much attention to them. It's about 9, and I'm a little sleepy so I put on Regis and Kelly and start to nap. 9:31, the phone rings. I grudginly get up and walk to the phone. Unfortunately, it keeps ringing. I answer. It's my dad, at work. I figure he's checking in to make sure I haven't thrown some kind of giant drug party, because today was his first day at his new job. But apparently, while I was watching Buzz Lightyear, they were encountering many detours in Cleveland, and managed to miss their bus. I have to get a page of directions (at least partially wrong) and drive up towards Cleveland to get my mom and sister. An hour there. My mom and sister are rather frustrated, but not angry (thankfully). My mom explained the entire story to me as I drove home, as well as some strange jokes that one of the 80-year-old security guards had told her at work. Varying degrees of moral outrage ensued. We got home around 11:30, and my mom had to explain what had happened to her friend in Kentucky that she was going to visit. It turned out that they had planned a surprise for her by reserving hotel rooms in Cincinnati and getting tickets to King's Island for the next day (at this point I am insanely jealous, but not angry, thankfully). It is decided that they must go anyway, so my mom has to reserve $58 tickets for a Greyhound bus from Youngstown to Cinci, since we don't want to drive all the way to Cleveland again, even though the tickets will be more expensive from Y-town. We go to get lunch, end up spending $16 on it (I maintain that my mom was mostly delerious). We drive to the WRTA/Greyhound station in the middle of the seedy underbelly of downtown Youngstown at 1:30, and I swear I will not leave until I see them get on their bus and leave. I'm there until 3:00. I finally get home again at 3:45, after stopping at Marc's to buy lots of candy to comfort myself (a box of Gobstoppers, Goobers, and Reese's Pieces, all for only 13 cents more than a tube of M&Ms minis at the theatre). I remember that I have to send all the bills that my mom didn't send yesterday, but I get online anyway. I find out that all my friends are going to see the frightfully wrong American Wedding at my theatre, and I'm invited even though I'd planned to go see Finding Nemo with someone else at the same time, who, at that point, had apparently agreed to see American Wedding with everyone else. I got off, tried to call the friend that had organized everything, couldn't get through, so I went to the post office and mailed everything.
I think I'll take this moment to tally up what I'm now owed from my parents: Turnpike tolls - $3.20 Gas - $10 Postage - $1.11 Misc Expenses - $2.63. None of that will ever be payed to me, either. This will get lumped in with the $86 they still owe me from the band rose sale that I will never see.
I got home, got through to the evil organizing friend, got through to my movie-friend and decided that neither of us wanted to see American Wedding anyway, so we'd go see Finding Nemo and just hang out with everyone afterwards. Did you know that Finding Nemo is actually longer than American Wedding? Of course, we're still going to have to wait about 10 minutes for the other movie to end. Oo well.
I'm not entirely sure I've done that code right... I guess we'll find out. I'm not used to hitting my I've-been-up-for-12-hours point for at least another four hours... this has made me a little giddy/delerious. I think I only got about 5 hours of sleep last night. I already mentioned that in the last entry, didn't I? At least there's the prospect of seeing most of my friends together for awhile for the first time since about graduation. And definately the first time in a long time I've seen them out-of-uniform. At least there are no more graduation parties for me to go to in my uniform. Dratted Regal Cinemas. I'm always there on my day off, too. What the heck is wrong with me?
They're doing all sorts of bizarre things to our hours now at the theatre. Instead of opening at 11 like we used to, we now start at 12. I'm going to forget that tomorrow, I know it. At least until I get there at 11 and go "what the heck??" I need all the hours I can get, darnit! I think we've already had two people quit in the last week (two that I won't miss too much, though). I imagine quite a few will be gone before the end of the month. At least one, because I know she's going back to college, and I imagine that the others my age are, too. I wonder who I'll end up working with in September.
Bah, I think I'd better get offline, in case anyone else is trying to get ahold of my mom. She must not have told anyone she was going on vacation.
My parents leave with my sister for the bus station in Cleveland at 6:45. Apparently, they stop for some McMuffins and pancakes. I go to my room and get Keep it Together out of my CD player, put it in the stereo, turn it up, get online, and ramble for a bit. I get bored online because no one is ever online at 7:00 in the morning. I watch some random TV shows until I stumble across some cartoons. I watch Buzz Lightyear and the new Digimon, which is somehow thousands of time stranger than the original, and makes less sense. I don't pay too much attention to them. It's about 9, and I'm a little sleepy so I put on Regis and Kelly and start to nap. 9:31, the phone rings. I grudginly get up and walk to the phone. Unfortunately, it keeps ringing. I answer. It's my dad, at work. I figure he's checking in to make sure I haven't thrown some kind of giant drug party, because today was his first day at his new job. But apparently, while I was watching Buzz Lightyear, they were encountering many detours in Cleveland, and managed to miss their bus. I have to get a page of directions (at least partially wrong) and drive up towards Cleveland to get my mom and sister. An hour there. My mom and sister are rather frustrated, but not angry (thankfully). My mom explained the entire story to me as I drove home, as well as some strange jokes that one of the 80-year-old security guards had told her at work. Varying degrees of moral outrage ensued. We got home around 11:30, and my mom had to explain what had happened to her friend in Kentucky that she was going to visit. It turned out that they had planned a surprise for her by reserving hotel rooms in Cincinnati and getting tickets to King's Island for the next day (at this point I am insanely jealous, but not angry, thankfully). It is decided that they must go anyway, so my mom has to reserve $58 tickets for a Greyhound bus from Youngstown to Cinci, since we don't want to drive all the way to Cleveland again, even though the tickets will be more expensive from Y-town. We go to get lunch, end up spending $16 on it (I maintain that my mom was mostly delerious). We drive to the WRTA/Greyhound station in the middle of the seedy underbelly of downtown Youngstown at 1:30, and I swear I will not leave until I see them get on their bus and leave. I'm there until 3:00. I finally get home again at 3:45, after stopping at Marc's to buy lots of candy to comfort myself (a box of Gobstoppers, Goobers, and Reese's Pieces, all for only 13 cents more than a tube of M&Ms minis at the theatre). I remember that I have to send all the bills that my mom didn't send yesterday, but I get online anyway. I find out that all my friends are going to see the frightfully wrong American Wedding at my theatre, and I'm invited even though I'd planned to go see Finding Nemo with someone else at the same time, who, at that point, had apparently agreed to see American Wedding with everyone else. I got off, tried to call the friend that had organized everything, couldn't get through, so I went to the post office and mailed everything.
I think I'll take this moment to tally up what I'm now owed from my parents: Turnpike tolls - $3.20 Gas - $10 Postage - $1.11 Misc Expenses - $2.63. None of that will ever be payed to me, either. This will get lumped in with the $86 they still owe me from the band rose sale that I will never see.
I got home, got through to the evil organizing friend, got through to my movie-friend and decided that neither of us wanted to see American Wedding anyway, so we'd go see Finding Nemo and just hang out with everyone afterwards. Did you know that Finding Nemo is actually longer than American Wedding? Of course, we're still going to have to wait about 10 minutes for the other movie to end. Oo well.
I'm not entirely sure I've done that code right... I guess we'll find out. I'm not used to hitting my I've-been-up-for-12-hours point for at least another four hours... this has made me a little giddy/delerious. I think I only got about 5 hours of sleep last night. I already mentioned that in the last entry, didn't I? At least there's the prospect of seeing most of my friends together for awhile for the first time since about graduation. And definately the first time in a long time I've seen them out-of-uniform. At least there are no more graduation parties for me to go to in my uniform. Dratted Regal Cinemas. I'm always there on my day off, too. What the heck is wrong with me?
They're doing all sorts of bizarre things to our hours now at the theatre. Instead of opening at 11 like we used to, we now start at 12. I'm going to forget that tomorrow, I know it. At least until I get there at 11 and go "what the heck??" I need all the hours I can get, darnit! I think we've already had two people quit in the last week (two that I won't miss too much, though). I imagine quite a few will be gone before the end of the month. At least one, because I know she's going back to college, and I imagine that the others my age are, too. I wonder who I'll end up working with in September.
Bah, I think I'd better get offline, in case anyone else is trying to get ahold of my mom. She must not have told anyone she was going on vacation.
