Love everyone. laugh until you lose control. cry openly. live life fully. question everything. find Truth. DFTBA.
So as you all know, my day didn’t start that great, what with me being sad and lonely at Red Bird filling out job apps. <:/
(but as the photo implies, things got better… . spoilers!)
So I walked over to the bookstore/Starbucks for more coffee and to maybe buy the newest John Green book (whose fanbase is called Nerdfighteria, and the members are Nerdfighters… more on that later). I bought the book and went to get a venti macchiato. Well, the barista saw the book and asked, “Are you a Nerdfighter too?” and thus engaged in a mini geek out about the author, his books, and how I liked her gauges. I was about to pay when she told me the coffee was on the house (SCORE!) (also, I tipped more than the price of the coffee).
As I waited for the other barista to finish with my drink, we made small talk about the weather. I asked her about the barista job opening I saw online earlier and when I might hear back about the application I sent in. Turns out she’s the store manager, and she was thinking about hiring 4 baristas, which she was interviewing tomorrow. She then asked if I could come back at 3:30 tomorrow for an interview!
Just as I was about to sit down and write this, my friend from the camp in Montana that I applied to called. The only sad part was that the camp couldn’t afford to hire more counselors, but after that we just talked and caught up with each other’s lives. She said to keep her up to date on how my job situation works, and as we were saying goodbye, she asked if she could pray for me. Wow. I mean, really… WOW.
So I got a book I’ve been wanting, a free coffee, AND a possible job… and all in the span of 10 minutes!
PRAISE THE LORD AND DON’T FORGET TO BE AWESOME! :D :D :D
So I found out today:
That a girl I went on one date with back in highschool has been trash talking me ever since then because I didn’t try to sleep with her or do anything else…
Let me repeat that:
She is trash talking me because
I DID NOT try to sleep with her…
Where is the logic here?
lol. You’re a good dude, Dave.
Thank you!
Haters, Dave… they’re going to hate. Way to be.
Trying not to cry in public (and failing).
So, that guy, the friend I was going to meet and hang out with today called me just now…
… it turns out that his trip into town had to be shortened to just a quick stop for gas, instead of the hour he was told he’d have. Just enough time for a quick hug.
Except that the gas station his group was stopping at was at the other end of town, which wouldn’t be a problem if I had my car. But don’t have my car. I carpooled with my mom, who is currently 25 miles away.
I just wanted to see my friend
to talk
to catch up on life
to get one of those hugs of his that always makes me feel better
… maybe tell him how I feel. But I couldn’t.
I didn’t even get to hug him.
This is how my friends act whenever they remember that I’m Canadian.
So, there’s this guy…
He’s one of my best friends. We met at college. He’s one of the people that I can and have talked to about anything. He would take me out for pizza or Wendy’s when I missed lunch. He was one of the first people I told the last time I almost killed myself. In fact, he was the one who stopped me without know it at the time. He helped me get into a recovery program, and then had me helping teens with their own recovery.
I really like this guy. A lot. For about two years now.
(but I’m not sure if he feels the same way about me, because he’s pretty flirty with everyone.)
He texted me out of the blue saying that he’s in Washington, in my hometown, and was wondering if I was busy tomorrow and wanted to hang out. My heart maybe/kinda/sorta skipped a beat or two. I’m kind of nervous that I’m not going to have anything interesting to say, that I’ll just make things awkward <:/… .
… but I’m mostly very excited to see my friend again.
:D :D :D
DESIGNERS/ MAKE UP
Looking for Graphic Designers.
Mission for the Graphic Designer creating holographic design interfaces and the lush design art for Prime City.
Warning this may be fun.
If interested send me some portfolio stuff to:
discovertheorigins@gmail.com
Also looking for a Make up Artist for the GA area.
discovertheorigins@gmail.com
(Throws down smoke bomb and disappears two feet to the left, throws down another and disappears)
Camping, and why hot showers are the best.
I spent this weekend (Friday through Monday) camping with my parents. Well, technically they were camping Friday through Monday and I came a visited them during the day and slept at home to take care of the pets. Oh the convenience of living near 3 different camping destinations.
Since both my sister and I are adults and my parents still have a fondness for children, some close friends of the family donated their preteens to my camp-loving family. And I found out that being with other people’s kids for extended periods of time isn’t always the definition of fun. Don’t get me wrong, I still love kids in general, but I still have a bit of growing to do. These kids were the perfect way to put my ideas of patience and grace into practice. They’re like fun little teachers. Annoying, selfish, energetic, fun little teachers.
All in all, it was a fantastic weekend. Being responsible for someone else’s kids was actually a great way to get to know my parents as adults and not just the people who raised me. Plus, I got the amazing gift of knowing that my parents see me as an adult and not just one of the kids they raised. Wow. That alone was worth dealing with the still-growing-out-of-total-self-centeredness-of-childhood human beings. (To be fair the the kids, I’m still growing out of being self centered. Everyone is on some level.)
The only real downside of spending the weekend camping is the fact that I found a tick in my hair.
EWEWEWEWEWEWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW.
I HATE TICKS. HATE. LOATHE ENTIRELY. Had one when I was younger and had to take pills made out of pure nasty everyday for a month to make sure I didn’t get any nasty diseases.
Thankfully a hot shower sent that sucker down the drain.
I was going to post the notes I wrote during church the other day.
But then I was all like, “Screw that. I’m tired. I don’t like kids as much as I thought I did. I smell like smoke. I’M not even interested in reading that right now.”
So, I’m going to post it tomorrow.
Cat.
