Friday

Friday, Friday, Friday! Yippee. Woo-hoo.

Right. Now that that's over with, let me get back to my Grande Half-Caf and write out my "To Do" list for tonight. When I get home.

TO DO:

- Laundry. Piles and piles.
- Make dinner. Chinese place on cell phone.
- Clean bathroom, living room, kitchen. (Only to have it messed up two seconds later)
- Watch the rest of 'The Holiday'. (I was too tired to watch it all last night)
- Go to sleep.

Hmm, that seems highly NOT-doable. Especially now after I sit here embarassed that a girl from the office downstairs came upstairs to find out "what that annoying tapping noise was from above". I've been here 2 weeks. "I've heard it for the past couple of weeks now." Oh, wait, I've only been here a couple of days. Maybe it's the printer from next door? "Oh, maybe, God, I've been going crazy!" Yeah... So now I'm paranoid to make a tapping noise with my oversized heels while I sit here at my desk, and I'm also paranoid NOT to make this noise since if I completely stop making it she will KNOW that it was me.

Is this what they meant by Office Politics?

Or the fact that I'm avoiding one of the accountants because I have an outstanding balance on my account that I haven't paid for 3 months? Hmm, I wonder.

Good coffee. Good coffee.

Weekend TO DO:

- Finish laundry.
- Clean house. (Good this time!)
- Learn to cook something!

I think that'll be good?

I live in the suburbs. Like MAJOR suburbs. On Sundays there is only ONE, wait two, stores open past 6pm. I'm serious. When I first moved here we needed something in our home and I drove 30 minutes to Walmart to get it. I cursed this town then, I don't curse it as much now. I long for excitement though. I love the hype the big city gets (lets call it M). M is my favourite, I used to live closer to it and would go there once in a while with girlfriends and then after, boyfriends. There's just so much to do! Tons of restaurants, clubs, theatres. Here we have freaking Pizza Hut who can't get an order right. It's so existentially BRUTAL.

When you're little and you dream one day of having a jetset life, like all the stars, Nicole, Paris, The Hills girls, and you end up almost married with child in a small hick town, well, you can't really say your life has been fulfilled (I'm young though, I can still make it, right?).

And when your new career choice is not taking off anywhere quickly it really doesn't help get me any closer to that dream. Hopefully soon. Soon soon soon.

Til then. Enjoy your friday.