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I can't figure out anything constructive to do. I tried looking at websites, but I've seen them all. I've done all my homework except the fact that I need to draw a character out of Beowolf for a group project in English, and I'm not really in the mood. I wish Alan would sign on or something, like he said he would. I know he's home, or was home, because he was signing off right when I was signing on. The whole fact that I have to work 5-9 tomorrow is ruining my evening tonight. I think I'll have to request more 5-9 shifts on weekdays. They seem to easy.
I have to ride the bus tomorrow, both to and from school. It'll be the first time for senior year. Maybe I should wear my pink pants? Maybe, who knows. But I know I will have to be at my bus stop around 7 to ensure that I don't miss the bus. Again, like I did last Thursday.
I saw the final episode of Roseanne in reruns tonight. I love that show to death, I would like my own family life to be like that one day. I am very upset that it was ever canceled. I cried so much when Roseanne said that Dan had died. She was surrounded in blackness, and you could hear the echo of Dan's voice saying "Roseanne?" as she stared blankly into the dark. I think I'm going to cry again.
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hmmm... [taps foot.] Nothing to do. I've visited all of my regular sites, and the majority of them updated. It occupied me for about 20 minutes or so. I would like to have something to eat, and possibly see if I can get the casset player in the truck to work a little better. Hmm. I think I'll do that now.
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"Sleeping in" was great this morning. I am usually forced away by nervousness and impatience around 6 AM, and then I follow a daily hum that is almost numbingly boring. This morning, however, I had a better night's sleep, and actually woke up on my own without my usual glance at the clock every 15 minutes. In reality, Stephen calling me is what woke me up. My father answered the phone; Stephen wasn't sure what time I would be picking him up this morning. My father informed him I wouldn't be waking up until 7:30, so I hope that answered Stephen's question. The answer is no. I can only drive him home from now on, until I get my own car, or whenever me and Lindsay decide to have breakfast that morning.
I have a whole hour to do nothing, and still leaving at 9, I think I will be a little early. One problem with driving today: My mother has my driver's licence. Before we went to take my pictures yesterday, I handed her my change purse of all things, encase I would need it, and so I wouldn't have to lug my purse in with me. My change purse had my DL in it from work. So... I will have to make a conscious effort NOT to get a ticket. Although, I doubt that would ever happen. I'm too paranoid...
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Everything is OK. Alan signed on tonight and said everything was fine. I'm glad he still loves me. I don't know what I would do with myself if he didn't.
I've decided that the next time I see Jason, the 23 year old guy who is HEAVILY perusing me at work, I'm going to tell him about Alan, straight up. I never really had a chance, a moment, or appropriate time to just blurt out "I have a boyfriend." When I'm at work, I do not necessarily reveal things about myself. And I especially didn't intend to have someone dogging me. But when someone starts buying me flowers and paying for expensive shit I buy (more on that some other time) it's crossing a line of some sort with me. I wouldn't appreciate it if Alan was in that situation and did nothing.
I had I asked Joan to tell Jason about Alan the next time she saw him, and what did she do? Tell him where I was so he could go find me. Bitch. She's trying to play fucking matchmaker, and it's pissing me off.