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So technically today I'm 25. Even though it's still Sunday to me. 2.08 pm, I am a quarter of a century. Everyone else seems to have taken this so much harder. I'm trying to work up some sort of enthusiasm for something other than making my parents feel old, but you know, it's not anyhting overly different form any other birthday. Things will happen, it will be a day without work, and I will make clothing. So really not much different from anything.
On the other hand, Sarah and Dennis came here today! I've missed them. Is good to have an excuse to see each other, as we never have time. They have normal hour jobs, andI work weekends, apparently. This will be changing soon. Except for when it doesn't. It was lovely--they gave me money and took me to Jo Anns fabric, in which I bought scads of fabric for the purpose of making garb. To sell. For money. So I don't have to work at silly part time mall jobs anymore, And this is the veriest beginning. So hooray! They give me freedom. And since I have my sewing machine back, I can actually start working on them and have something to sell by Hunters' Moon. Have to talk to the autocrat about that, too.... And Remy will be setting up a website soon, too. This might actually work. So yes. Today I skipped out of work early. Not because I was technically allowed to or anything, but because I had an elaborate plan that I worked out to either result in my getting fired or quitting. Or, as it turned out, allowed to go. It wasn't exactly a lie, not in the wording. A gentleman is willing to pay me 300 dollars for a silk cotehardie. Fact being that Remy is in fact willing to pay me 300 dollars, and I could say that he did but money would never change hands, or bank accounts. We have over 300 in the account, so he's just paid me. Right. And we all had an appointment at 3.30. this is why they came to collect me, and we did in fact arrange it beforehand. Of course, it was at Michaels, not having Remy get stuck with pins, but that's all in details. And he did end up getting stuck with pins later in the evening. For guilt and impatience. And we did do sewing related things, like putting the sewing machine in my room. And buying fabric. So this was our daring escape and rescue for the day, because every day must have one of those. The big test will be when I have to face the real manager, the one who fucked up the schedule. Because the woman on today is sweet and kind, and I don't hate her, and I really didn't want to screw her over. Eh. There are more important things. But I will have to talk to the manager, and I'm sure this will result in my discontinued service at Waldenbooks in Kingston. Not that I will miss it at all, they don't even have an art section. And a normal day consists of nothing but stress, all day, and getting lurped at by dirty old men. I still seem to attract them in droves. **snark** So before I go in a have to call and tell them what happened, and I really don't think they'll care that I have other needs. Feh. I was going to quit anyway.
We have to organize a day upstate. because I really want to see it again, and my mother will be wondering where Ive got off to. Especially with the birthday thing going on. And we have to have a stitch and bitch, just to get stuff done and made so I have something to sell come September, but given how some of the things sold at Hunters last year at the one tent that had feast gear and something like clothing, I think I might be able to sell at least some things. Yes, this is now consuming everything in my head.
I s good seeing people I haven't seen in ages. We used to see each other, at least Sarah and me, almost every day. Usually for prolonged times. I miss hanging out in the coffee shop on campus with good friends just bullshitting. Talking about nothing, and coming up with camel westerns and eating babies for conversation.... I miss the random nonsense. And the low grade filth that seemed attatched to anything in Jeremy's presence. That boy could make anything lewd. I think it's his mission in life. I miss having that elesment in my life, he was a good friend and I miss him. I think my thoughts have begun to fall apart gain.... Timer for bed for me, I think.
On the other hand, Sarah and Dennis came here today! I've missed them. Is good to have an excuse to see each other, as we never have time. They have normal hour jobs, andI work weekends, apparently. This will be changing soon. Except for when it doesn't. It was lovely--they gave me money and took me to Jo Anns fabric, in which I bought scads of fabric for the purpose of making garb. To sell. For money. So I don't have to work at silly part time mall jobs anymore, And this is the veriest beginning. So hooray! They give me freedom. And since I have my sewing machine back, I can actually start working on them and have something to sell by Hunters' Moon. Have to talk to the autocrat about that, too.... And Remy will be setting up a website soon, too. This might actually work. So yes. Today I skipped out of work early. Not because I was technically allowed to or anything, but because I had an elaborate plan that I worked out to either result in my getting fired or quitting. Or, as it turned out, allowed to go. It wasn't exactly a lie, not in the wording. A gentleman is willing to pay me 300 dollars for a silk cotehardie. Fact being that Remy is in fact willing to pay me 300 dollars, and I could say that he did but money would never change hands, or bank accounts. We have over 300 in the account, so he's just paid me. Right. And we all had an appointment at 3.30. this is why they came to collect me, and we did in fact arrange it beforehand. Of course, it was at Michaels, not having Remy get stuck with pins, but that's all in details. And he did end up getting stuck with pins later in the evening. For guilt and impatience. And we did do sewing related things, like putting the sewing machine in my room. And buying fabric. So this was our daring escape and rescue for the day, because every day must have one of those. The big test will be when I have to face the real manager, the one who fucked up the schedule. Because the woman on today is sweet and kind, and I don't hate her, and I really didn't want to screw her over. Eh. There are more important things. But I will have to talk to the manager, and I'm sure this will result in my discontinued service at Waldenbooks in Kingston. Not that I will miss it at all, they don't even have an art section. And a normal day consists of nothing but stress, all day, and getting lurped at by dirty old men. I still seem to attract them in droves. **snark** So before I go in a have to call and tell them what happened, and I really don't think they'll care that I have other needs. Feh. I was going to quit anyway.
We have to organize a day upstate. because I really want to see it again, and my mother will be wondering where Ive got off to. Especially with the birthday thing going on. And we have to have a stitch and bitch, just to get stuff done and made so I have something to sell come September, but given how some of the things sold at Hunters last year at the one tent that had feast gear and something like clothing, I think I might be able to sell at least some things. Yes, this is now consuming everything in my head.
I s good seeing people I haven't seen in ages. We used to see each other, at least Sarah and me, almost every day. Usually for prolonged times. I miss hanging out in the coffee shop on campus with good friends just bullshitting. Talking about nothing, and coming up with camel westerns and eating babies for conversation.... I miss the random nonsense. And the low grade filth that seemed attatched to anything in Jeremy's presence. That boy could make anything lewd. I think it's his mission in life. I miss having that elesment in my life, he was a good friend and I miss him. I think my thoughts have begun to fall apart gain.... Timer for bed for me, I think.
