January 14th, 2008

Monday the 14th of January, 2008.

It is 9:25pm at the moment.

Ashley, Nicole & Hallie,

I guess my point was that it’s a lot more likely for something terrible to happen to you if you’re involved with bad stuff. Every time I personally hear about someone’s friend getting shot, or raped, or kid-napped, etc, it was someone who was heavily either into drugs or parties or both. The only thing outside of those I ever heard about personally was that Tiffany once was beaten by a bunch of black girls for dressing "goth" when she walked by Grover several years ago. And personally, I think it was an error in judgment to be alone dressed that way in that area. I certainly wouldn’t do that myself. That’s really my only testament to that. Of course walking home from school can be an issue too, but don’t all kids ride the yellow school buses? I always did, and then the bus-aid walks you across the street and everything.

Of course it’s not always the victim’s fault, but it doesn’t change the fact that there are a large number of things a person can do to help protect themselves from those sorts of things happening.

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Well, after being done with Arrin, my mom continued to speak with him. And Arrin has hatched a new plan of business which he told her about, which he met with myself, my mother and my brother about today. Everything is a little more clear to me now about how Arrin does business, and how he views things. I just don’t like the fact that everything isn’t always clear with him, but I suppose nobody is perfect... Oh how I miss C.

I’ll be meeting with C for lunch this Thursday. I figured that would be a good wake-up call for me. To speak to my old boss, to see how he’s been the last year and a half. I miss him, and I wish I could take part in his company somehow, but perhaps that is an opportunity that I missed out on. But what am I saying? I still don’t want a career, and My boyfriend is fine with me not having one.

On the other hand, I am still a Mary Kay Beauty Consultant, but I have not been doing much with that as of late. Perhaps I will in the future, perhaps I won’t. *sigh*

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My boyfriend isn’t here yet. I’m not sure why. He’s been so good to me this last week it’s unbelievable. (If it’s too good to be true, then it probably is not true...) So I’m trying really hard not to believe it, but it’s so hard not to get my hopes up in the clouds when he’s coming home every night, blowing off every party he’s invited to, drawing with me, writing with me, talking to me, eating beside me, even dancing and exercising with me. Everything I always knew we could do together, but somehow weren’t.

He did say he was going to take a bath before he came up here, but he wasn’t here yet at 9:20pm, and for him, it’s not a twenty-minute walk. And at 9:05pm he wasn’t at work. I know this because Mom and I were driving home from Arrin’s place, and decided we should swing by and get My boyfriend (since it’s snowing felines and canines out there and freezing like outer-space) but we got there after nine o’clock by a few minutes and he’s not answering his phone. I rang it for ten minutes straight, for the fat lot of good it did me.

I hope he’s alright. I don’t know why I bother worrying about him though, since if anything went "wrong" it’s him being at a party. But on a Monday night though? Highly unlikely really.

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In other news, Operation Restoration and Reconstruction of the mid-section and ‘front’-section of the attic is underway! Two new construction lights have been ‘installed’ and paid for today by The One And Only Phoenix, herself. (And the accompanying extension cord.) And I’ve gone through one box anyway. It was a box of Melanie’s Mall stuff from when I was a kid. I cleaned the stuff up and transferred it into a bin. There is a good deal of my own stuff I want to get out of the way before bothering to move on to my parent’s stuff, since mine is the stuff that you are immediately hit with when you go back there. Once my storage is re-organized and condensed then I can use the space that the stuff was occupying as a work-station for my parents’ old boxes.

It’s a pretty large project really, but at the same time, I know I’m capable of doing it entirely myself (at least to a liveable degree) even though it will take some time. I’m really excited to have gotten started on that.

Another project I’ve started on is the e-bay project. Which really is a project since it requires so many pictures to be worth-while. I’ve taken pictures of myself in half of the cloths I wish to try and sell. All perfectly good stuff otherwise I’d just throw it all away or something. Perhaps even give it to the salvation army – except that I feel that’s a waste really. I’ve heard and seen some things about the salvation army that deter me from wanting to give away my old stuff to them.

I not only have a bin and half full of perfectly good clothes, I also have a large box full of glass-wear items that would be nice to clean up and sell as well. That’s a lot of pictures and cleaning up in it self. I figure if the stuff sells, or more likely, if half of it sells, it works out to being a $4 to $5 dollar an hour job for a week or two, which isn’t obviously very good, but it’s better than throwing the stuff away, and it’s also better to recycle some of the cost than none. Perhaps it won’t take as much time as I think it will, who knows.

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I guess I’m not feeling very inspired today. All I’ve done is clean, talk to my Mom and Arrin and my brother, and take those pictures. Not really much to write about, huh? And My boyfriend still isn’t answering his phone at nine-fifty-five. Not a good sign really. It’s the fourteenth, so I should be expecting something bad to happen soon.