So, I found myself, last night, in a peculiar circumstance.

Which I will proceed to outline VERY briefly.

Big fight, packed up, got my stuff outside into the fenced-in yard. New locks meant I had no idea how to get out, so I pulled my car up to the house, and then the doors were locked on me.

Problem: Some of my things are still in the fenced-in area. Bigger problem: They're still in there because they were too fragile to drop over the fence.

So I have to break back into the back yard by climbing a chain link fence. Then, I climb up the fence with my hands full of fragile things so I can lean over the fence and place them on the ground. THEN, once that's over, I climb back over the fence, load the car, and make my escape.

Going, going, gone. I've never climbed a fence like that, I've never just left. I'm one of those people who won't abandon people easily.

Yet there I was, abandoning ship. It felt good. They always say that people in unhealthy relationships don't realize they're unhealthy until they get out. Not always true. Sometimes you just try so long to prove that you'll never stop trying, that it ends up being all you have. To prove that you aren't an abandoner. Sort of like playing Chicken.


I went to the big mall, tonight, with friends. The main goal was to see Santa. We did indeed. I fought it vehemently, but Ethan kept fighting me forward. He has more muscle than I do, but I'm way quicker than he is.

The only reason he won is because, when people rub my back, it's like putting a bag over an ostrich's head. He doesn't know this, nor can he ever.

Sarah was in a mood, tonight, so everything was kind of tense and crazy. Not with her, but just the vibe in general. It felt like a bomb was going to go off. The people I work with say that I'm level-headed...they haven't met Meagan. She was cool as a cucumber through the whole ordeal.


Which reminds me.

Something apparently impressed my boss, the other day, and I still have no idea what I did. She told my mom that I did something or other, but...I really don't know what.

I've been working there all week. If I'd started working on Monday instead of Sunday and was ending Friday instead of tomorrow, this would have been a forty-hour week. Instead it's probably like a thirty-something-hour.

BUT ALTOGETHER I'M MAKING FORTY-FOUR, THIS PAYCHECK!!!

YES!

:3

Generally...a weird week.



Would you rather get a gift that you said you wanted, or a gift that's equally useful but NOT what you asked for?

I personally kind of like the surprise of getting something I didn't think to ask for. Otherwise, it's like shopping for myself.

wait, did you leave your parent's house? Where will you go? Maybe you can take a big bag or a cloth that you can tie into a bag (like a tablecloth or pillowcase) and a rope and then you can pile all the fragile things into the bag/cloth and then lower them over the fence slowly with a rope so you don't have to climb with them. That is, if they're still in the yard when you get back.

I guess I'd rather get the one I didn't ask for. Because that's kinda nice when someone knows you well enough to do that.
» Zanzibar on 2010-12-23 03:59:48

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