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Today went back and forth, and I'm not really sure where I ended up. I think I'm on the plus side, but how come I don't feel like that?
I slept in today because it was Veteran's Day, and my overall plan was to meet Jen at Smith's, to make Sonja's day go a little easier. I planned on going early, but I knew that it'd kind of be a waste of time, since I probably wouldn't see Sonja that much. I had breakfast while Kelly was doing her assignment, and we had a really cool talk about my future plans and my courses of work. I learned a lot talking with her, and I'm not so afraid anymore, or worried about my own plans just because everyone else has some idea of where they're going. She was getting off of work at 4, so around 1:30 I headed out for the buses. I caught them quite well, and made it to Smith's around 2:30. I checked out the magazines and books, thinking I had some time to lounge around, and have stuff to read incase I had to wait for a while. There were like no good books there, it's all dieting crap, or anything there I've already read or own.
I finally picked up and EGM, and headed towards the deli. I spotted Jen, but I didn't want her to see me yet. She had her headphones on, and seemed engrossed in whatever she was listening to. I snuck up behind her, and I mean like right behind her, but her back was to me, and she still couldn't even like feel me there. So I quietly pulled out a chair and sat down next to her, and started flipping through the magazine. She finally turned around and spotted me, nearly jumping out of her seat in suprise. She told me Sonja was in the back cleaning chickens, so we talked and looked at games we wanted. I got a little hungry, so I ordered some of the Chinese from the deli. I got pissed though, cause some of the noodle grease spilled on my white hoodie.
I cleaned most of it off in the bathroom, and that's when Sonja finally came out from the back. She came over and hugged both of us, and I was really glad we came. Jen kept listening to her music, and I walked around for a while, trying out free samples of coffee, and bothering Sonja while she was trying to help customers, making faces behind their backs and trying to make her smile and laugh.
When Sonja was finally off the clock, we went to Pick-Up Stix to see if Marissa was working. She wasn't there, so we looked around all the other cool stops. Jen had never smelled the organic nastiness that is the inside of a Jamba Juice, so we made her walk in with us. They grow their own grass in there, and I hate the smell of their fake fruit. Jen got into talking about how she's kind of becoming a vegetarian, but I told her animals are too delicious to give up.
When we got to Sonja's house, we found Marissa (Sonja's sister) and Marissa (friend) baking cookies. They did it on the spur of the moment, and it was Pumpkin and Chocolate Chip, which were extremely good, me and Sonja kept taking them off the sheets. Marissa yelled at Sonja to vacuum the floor, so I volunteered, and at the disapproval of Sonja, I knocked her and Jen on their asses trying to get to the closet. I cleaned the living room and the computer area, which actually was a lot of fun, I like doing chores for other people, I don't know why. Marissa said it proved her point that all Mexicans are neat freaks, except apparently Amanda, Sonja, and my dad.
We took turns playing Stepmania, but by around that time it was getting late, and Jen had to catch the bus to get home. We walked her over the bus stop, and bid her adieu. By that time it was like 6, and it was dark and cold, so I dragged us over to Starbucks and bought us some drinks. Everyone knows by now that Starbucks loves me during the Holidays, since I get a White Peppermint Mocha like 5 times a week during Christmas time. Sonja ordered Hot Chocolate, and we headed out. I took a few sips, and then noticed something was wrong. I had accidentally grabbed the wrong coffee, it was for someone named "Jason". I ran back and apologized, and got my real coffee.
Now, looking back, I think taking that sip of the wrong coffee was what did it. But suddenly I felt super bad about what I did. I'd been a real jerk lately, and I'd been lying to my parents a lot about where I was going. I was worried they'd get the wrong idea if I went to Sonja's, or that Russell would. I know now he didn't care, but I think I actually for once felt true remorse at lying to them. I didn't feel good for the rest of the day, even when Sonja made Stir Fry for all of us. We played Stepmania again until it was my time to head out, and I dreaded going home the whole time I was back on the bus.
As it turns out, when I got home, my parents weren't even mad I had been out all day without even calling once. That made me feel like I was being rewarded, especially when my dad asked if I wanted these free passes to see Harry Potter on Sunday, as an advanced screening. So, it was like having the remorse was the actual punishment. Getting the tickets was awesome, but I still felt like crap about the whole ordeal.
Edible Substance · Sat Nov 12, 2005 @ 08:14pm · 0 Comments |
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