"What we play is life."

Wow. This is boring.

I turned in my keys and moved out of Chinook this morning at 6:30 am. Drove to Leavenworth, where my parents dragged me around to their wine-tasting and cheese-tasting (that cheese shop smelled awful, btw). Had a faux-fancy Italian lunch, then came the rest of the way home. Went upstairs, and what do you know? There are at least three spiders in my bathroom that I counted before I came back downstairs and vowed to avoid the upstairs as much as possible. Seriously, I don't think that bathroom has been cleaned in months--the toilet is in weird shape, and the bathtub is actually dirty. Wtf parents? Apparently my mom is only a clean freak about the downstairs. Which leaves me with no place to shower. Not a biggie once they're gone, I can just use their shower which will be spider-free--but until then it's going to be a bit of a problem. Hmmph.

Promptly decided that I hate it here and I want to go back to Pullman. I want it to be June 13th already, because by this time on June 13th I'll be deciding whether to put my bed or my desk in the carpeted room. You know? It'll be really hot and I'll be all sweaty and tired from moving boxes all day after getting up early to drive up, but I'll be back in Pullman with nothing familial to think about except when my dad is going to leave the next morning. You know? Less than twelve hours and I already hate being home. Love the puppies and the nice weather and the friends and the mall and the month of reading and movies, but I would so much rather be complaining with those friends about how there's nothing to do in Pullman and reading and watching movies from the living room in Chinook.

I'm just complaining.

But srsly.

So I can't handle an entire month of this. There are nine whole days in which I have to coexist peacefully with my parents as it is. It will be better once they leave for Italy, because then I just have to feed the horses and let them out and clean the barn and take the dogs out and play with them and walk them and generally be lazy. But I don't want to spend this month sitting on the couch and drinking soda. I plan to do that, but I also would like to work on my weight. I tried Renee's South Beach Diet many weeks ago. I only made it through like two and half days, but I stuck to veggies and cheese except when I allowed myself to keep drinking soda because I couldn't drop the caffeine. Even with that modification and only a few days, it definitely worked, because the next time I weighed myself even after I'd reverted from the semi-diet I was down like three pounds without any rec center visitations. Weight fluctuation is normal, but it tends to fluctuate upwards for me, so this is a big thing. I'm thinking that I should try the modified diet again and see what happens. If I don't, I'm just going to sit here and eat pretzels and make hot fudge. You know? Bad idea.

In a similar tangent, I think I should volunteer. I will be here for, I dunno, 28 or 29 more days. If I have to spend 20 or more of them all alone in this house, I will go crazy. It's just a matter of time. So I need something to do. It would be nice to have a job for that time, but not possible. So the next best thing is to volunteer. The Everett Animal Shelter thingy has grooming, dog walking, and adoption specialist positions, among others, which require little experience. They seem to need volunteers, too. Somebody said that when the economy takes a turn for the worse, people stop volunteering and concentrate on working. So this is a good time to volunteer.

It just means I have to drive to Everett several times a week. Lame. Increasing my chances of causing a fatal car accident. Yikes. But I've got to suck it up and gain confidence in my driving abilities at some point. Might as well be now. If I die on the way to the animal shelter, at least that means I won't have to suffer through another sunburnt hell week of band camp.

And if I volunteer five hours a day three days a week or something like that, then I've got around sixty hours of volunteering to put down on my resume. Quizno's will hardly be giving me as many hours as I want, so then I can volunteer some more. The Whitman County Humane Society is less than a mile from my new apartment--an easy walk. So then I will have spent this summer improving my resume. Good deal.

Now I just have to motivate myself to do it. Hopefully by the time Monday rolls around I'll be bored enough to just call them and figure out what I have to do to be a volunteer.

Words cannot express how much I love retail.

Love it!

Love it.

I sized the juniors jean wall and the clearance racks. My next project will be the petites/women's tables, they always look terrible. And then I am going to take on the men's jean wall. Go me!

Yesterday my managers told me they loved me three times. :)

I heart retail.

In less awesome news, unless the weather gets even worse overnight, I have to go in for wisdom tooth removal tomorrow morning. Not cool. I will be nervous right before they anestheize me, I know that, but really the only thing I'm worried about is afterward. Am I going to be out of it and on pain meds? Or will I be bored and aching all day? It would be cool if the former were true. Ugh. I wish I didn't have to do this. But it's necessary and all that. Gah.

I can't drink water within eight hours of my surgery. That means that I can't take my IBD meds tomorrow morning. That's no good. Grr.

*sigh*

It's been less than two days and I miss Pullman. I started missing Pullman somewhere past Ellensburg. Snohomish isn't home for me anymore. The whole thing with holidays and spending time with family doesn't apply to me... I just have to get through three weeks without too major of problems between my mother and I. Let's see if I can do it. But I really miss Pullman. I wish I could fast forward to three weeks from now, getting ready to go to the first day of new classes and unpacking my inordinate number of boxes into my rockin' new room. That is what I want to be doing right now. Not sitting in my dead silent freezing cold parents' house, dreading wisdom tooth removal and worrying about things instead of enjoying my free time.

Bleh.

This whole going home thing is looking not so good.... I don't know if I'll be able to drive if it's still snowing and icy when I get back. If I can't drive, I can't go to work and I can't make money for three whole weeks. If that happens, I will be stuck all day long at my parents' house with nothing to do. That would suck big time.

But really, I have to learn how to drive in the snow sometime. Maybe I'll ask my dad to teach me. That would be stressful and bad, but it would be worth it if I came out of it knowing how to drive in the snow. So perhaps I will do that.

Today I have to review my study guide for stats. That's my last exam, tomorrow at 1pm. I have a few boxes left to pack (but really I'm practically done right now), and I have to clean this room really well. Then I'm out. Bye bye to living in Wilmer-Davis. Wahoo.

This thing with driving in the snow is really going to bother me. But, you know, maybe I can work something out with Maria. She told me herself that she doesn't have anything to do all day because everyone in her house leaves for work. If worst came to worst I could ask Mark to schedule me in the mornings, and that way I could blearily get up with my parents, they could drop me off at Maria's house, I could sleep there and then get up and shower and walk down to Penneys, work a long shift, and have my parents come back and pick me up on their way home. That would work out really well, actually, and I bet Maria would be cool with it. Or even if I worked in the evenings, I could sleep at Maria's house and then hang out with her in the morning, and then go to work. But that would require my dad to come back and pick me up in the evening, which I'm sure he wouldn't be too happy with doing. Hmm. This is difficult. But then again, if that situation only happened for a few days and then the iciness went away and it just rained a lot, then I would be able to drive myself with no problem. So I don't know, we'll see.

Second freaking interview with Fred Meyer today. I bluffed a little... she said, how long do you plan on staying with the company? I said, as long as I can. I failed to mention that I'd be going back to college, but then again, my application clearly states that I attend WSU and will be graduating in 2011. So it's their bad for not looking very closely at my application if they think I'll be here longer than a month.

I should get a call tomorrow, with either "you're hired" or "sorry we filled the position." At this point, I'm not sure I really care. If I get hired there, I have a job. If I don't, I go back to Pullman. I don't care which one happens.

Really, I just want to fast forward the next month. I want tomorrow to be August 15th, packing up my stuff and getting ready for the long ride back to Pullman, moving into my single room in Wilmer-Davis, checking in for band camp, meeting the new trombones, saying hey to everyone I know from last year. I can't wait! I want to skip ahead.

Not possible. Obviously.

As it is, I guess tomorrow will determine what happens. But I do reserve the right, even if hired at Fred Meyer, to go back to Pullman instead if I suddenly feel a strong inclination to. Right now, I just don't know which would be more tolerable.

Blah.

I wish my life was a Jane Austen novel.

Except I don't. Because if it was, I'd be wearing corsets and playing the piano and being a good wife, not going to college and working and making a career for myself. Hmm. Interesting.