The Beginning of the End. ...Kind of.

          The first day of the last full week until Thanksgiving. I could not be more relieved- I need a break. But I won't dwell on this. No use pining for a week from now when I could be enjoying today. I feel as if I've spent my whole life unsatisfied with what day it is, always desperately waiting for some day in the future when my life will suddenly be loads better than it already is. That's silly. If I do that for the rest of my life, I will have lived for the future rather than the present. What kind of life is that? Why would I want to accelerate my journey towards death? 


          This past weekend, mom and Emily came up for a little shopping spree. $500 later, the little shopping spree had evolved into a gigantic shopping spree, mom's credit card was exhausted, and I was the happy owner of several adorable little outfits, for shot girl-ing and otherwise. We had a lot of fun together. That night I trained as a shot girl, and made a whopping $2 in tips. This job is going to be fantastic. Saturday was a blast, even though business was incredibly slow for the first few hours. The staff is wonderful, and so fun to talk to. And apparently my first ever shot girl outfit was a success. Directly quoted: "Security was unanimous that your legs looked damn good." That is a grade A compliment, hands down. Do you realize what this means? This means that even though I have scattered acne, plantar's warts, a belly, large thighs, and saggy baggy arms, apparently to some I am still good looking. It means that those things don't really matter in the scheme of things because nobody's looking at them. Why do I worry about all of that? Why on earth am I so unsatisfied? That's a little ridiculous. I've got to keep working on this. 


          The holidays are officially here. The heat is being turned on in Watkins and I finished my first Christmas present- dad's blanket. Granted, that blanket's original projected finish date was July. But regardless, it's done now, which is such a relief. I wonder how offended the rest of my family would be if they ended up with socks. Scarves it is, then. 


          Cheers to a new week. I think it's time to celebrate by doing homework. Hasta luego, ghost readers. Your non-existance makes this blog so much more intimate and comfortable. I love it.