milk and honey

Work starts tomorrow. I'm anxious. My only prior work experience, other than temp labour or web stuff, is mcdonalds.. and this is quite a bit different. I have to commute to work now. I'll have to wake up around 6:30 anywhere from 5-7 days a week. I hope I don't become too much of a fan of coffee. Perhaps I should start stocking up on hot chocolate right now. I've taken another music selection from Aaron. You know what, just read his music list. It'll be pretty much identical to mine.

Saturday was my nephew's 1st birthday party. I didn't really see the point in holding a party for a one year-old, as he isn't old enough to appreciate anything. It's more of a party for friends and family of his family. My sis planned to have it at the local indoor wavepool, which was odd, but it turned out ok. Except, of course, that I generally don't like swimming. Well, no, I like swimming, just not around people 'cause I'm overly self-concious about my weight (more specifically, the lack of weight) and crisp, 17th century englishman skin tone.

I didn't let it bug me this time 'cause I was too busy making sure my shorts didn't fall down. Hi, I'm 5 again. And also, I was pretty occupied keeping track of one of the 'guarders of life.'

When we finally arrived home, my energy level was just about at zero. As the rest of the family watched some julia roberts movie in the family room, I made my own company upstairs. It was where this whole october loneliness set in and I was sad. There was absolutely nothing on tv, I had no interest in doing anything computer related, and I have no books. So I just lay there on my parents' bed, staring blankly at the tv and holding my blanket close. It sucked. And then night came and I found sleep.

Today I went out to an old part of the lower mainland to visit an antiques shop with my folks. They have a sleigh my mom is renting for a church function, so she wanted to go make sure the deal was on, and thought she would bring us to laugh at the money we could make. There were countless items within their walls that have similar if not identical models within our home. The funny part is that we still use many of these items today. Material culture moves too fast; that's what I say.

And I'm tired. And lonely again. I seem to have a problem with sentences as well. I can be allowed. I'm a working boy.