Quick Unthought Through Thoughts

Sometimes people cherish things more than they ever let on and sometimes 'inside secrets/jokes/sayings' take on meanings higher than some might think.

Actions always speak louder than words yet words are deemed the 'proof'....crazy I say. In time in time....

Irol back at ya babes

In other news, I was transferred to a new department at work today which means more headache and less pay...still haven't told them about Milan.

LJE's birthday party was a blast and I got three hours sleep before work...rock!

The M word

Talked to my parents yesterday...the usual topics of conversation were discussed: Milan, jobs, school, church, friends, family, etc. However near the end Mom and Dad dropped the big M word, jokingly, but also in anticipation. Now I know I should be ready for this one, as this is not the first time they've 'hinted' towards it (the first being when I was a wee 19 year old and about to head off to Prague. I had been on a date with what I had assumed at the time was the boy for me -- lusting is one of my many skills -- and was on cloud nine. Mom and Dad at that point made comment about how grandchildren would be nice, but of course Wedding first).

So yes, the word has come up in the past...just not comfortable now -- they should know me by now...the more they push something, the more I run...grrr...

Anyways thats my funny story -- you laugh about it and joke about it because its parents but still -- its makes for completely awkward phone conversations.

So to counteract the awkwardness I went out and got drunk at the Boat show. Fun times. And then had takeaway pizza. Ummm.....

Death to the Blog

Ok well not really but Come on! Here I am thinking I'm terrible at blogging and then I go and look at the last updates of everyone else and realize that I'm one of the 'best' in talking randomly...that being said my blog entries pale in comparison to others...such as Daniella's...

I'm sweating buckets in a room with air so stale that the five day old bread is jealous...Trying to work on my contract job yet feel guilty about not working on my thesis...and then I work on my thesis and feel anxious to get the contract job done..oh well...

BUT WHO THE FUCK CARES BECAUSE I'M GOING TO MILAN ITALY IN TWO WEEKS!!! That's right...it's to celebrate LaJuan's 30th birthday and his return to DC...so we found decent flight prices and are going for three nights (the third night we land at like midnight so it is a quick trip...but fuck it! I'll be sitting sipping wine and eating delicious food with Donatella and loving it...

AND it probably means I'll be sacked from my job because I'm not really supposed to have any time off in the next few weeks...but come on...a crappy five pounder an hour job in a warehouse or MILAN!!!

Oh and it's my parents 32 anniversary today...which is like, ridiculous! I'm all proud that I can make it five months with someone let alone 32 years...so props to tha rents...

Now I must work...

London Bombing

Hey! I'm not in London and I wasn't bombed...although I do seem to have a penchant for countries which are attacked by terrorists...INTERESTING...

Really thats the only interesting tidbit to pass on. Life has been progressing at a pace that doesn't allow thesis work yet the days drag on, as I sit there, packing, and packing, and packing. Actually the other day we had no packing to do so we were told to look busy...for FIVE hours...why they didn't send us home I don't know. So I swept a pile of dirt about 10 metres, with the help of a coworker, for 45 minutes! hahahaha...suckers...

Had a lovely meal on Sunday with M and then again on Tuesday for his graduation...the Tuesday meal involved his parents...as we were walking back through town I noticed out of the corner of my eye my stalker from off my course. Given the fact that I don't like my stalker and that I was in coversation with M's mom I felt it unneccessary to 'notice' him...so I kept walking and talking...but the stalker kept pace with us and was listening in...Finally M's mom turned to M and was like, 'M, stop walking, that man is keeping pace with you'...it was dreadfully embarassing and I leaned in to M's mom and told her I knew the boy and that he was my stalker and M was now mad that this boy was around and it was a bit of a mess...Kudos to M's mom for her next reaction which was to quickly divert towards a shop and she pointed in the window and was like 'Lyla do you like those shoes' -- a great diverson tactic which was lost on M's dad who pointed out that the shoe's were too youthful for M's mom...but what it meant was that the stalker had no option but to keep walking and we could stop and talk about the whole situation...crazy.

Didn't get the jobs I interviewed for...shocking.

Anyways so saw a band on monday who were awesome and everyone should go see them...the Redwalls from the USA sound like the BEatles with occasional country influences...they are cuter than pink open toe heals and they sound great.

So now have M's graduation ball tomorrow so that should be good fun...I cannot promise I will behave. Congrats to him! yay!

See ya!