(cozy)

well. all ive done this whole week is work at two places, and its official: i will look like a zebra, or a ghost for the rest of the summer. i always manage to get jobs that require the employees to wear black and white for the uniform. can i just say that black and white are nearly the two colors that i look worst in? i mean, im so pale already that im practically the same color as the white shirt and black just makes me look like a ghost. so, i look gross all summer. but its ok. [< [speaking of beauty, you have to half admire and half worry about a guy who tries to flirt when hes at perkins. i mean, for one thing, the outfits are yucky. if you are still thought to be worth flirting with when you are working at perkins he must be either an especially sweet guy who can look past that stuff or an especially desperate guy. and either way you just gotta feel sorta bad for him because 1) he just really needs some help or 2) he just that sweet and he really should have a sweet girl already and he probably just got broken up with for some dumb reason like she didnt like the name of his goldfish]>>] [but i dont know what im going to do when i get married, cause im not going to wear a pink dress or anything. not that i look all that great in pink--my hair is red. but better pink than white ? hm. i guess ill just look gross then too.] and at work yesterday, some guy told me that my hair will never turn gray. isnt that something. not that i believe him or anything. [and also whats embarrassing is that my youth pastor came up to my sister and asked about the six gallons of milk that she and i alone went through in a week and a half. well, actually, i probably drank 4.7 of those, and of course, she was quick to point that out. but the point is, we certainly didnt tell him that, how did he know that? thats sortof weird. im weirded out.] and also: i lovelovelove it when people remember me. theres this guy that comes into perkins every afternoon and just sits there for hours and writes or studies or reads. and i havent seen him for a whole year, till this week and he was just like "hey julie how are you" and he remembered my name and everything. that makes me the happiest girl ever. it really does. my parents got chinese takeout tonight. i cant recall that happening a single time in my whole entire life. they never ever get chinese takeout. it was weird. it was like last summer when they had a thing with KFC takeout. they never did that before last summer either and then they did it like 38 times. hm. so i guess by the end of the summer ill be an expert at chopsticks. and i think they make the fortunes in the cookies so that they could happen to anyone. but it was pretty weird cause the lucky daily numbers on mine were 7 0 1. which is super weird cause 701 is my house number. and thats like that one time last summer when i applied for a job at blockbuster and then i went to the dentist and was reading magazines [i lovelovelove reading magazines. sometimes i go to walmart just to read them. and thats the only reason i like going to the dentist. i get so mad if they call my name really fast after i get there, cause by the time i dig through all of the piles of magazines from 2001 [and who even knows why the current issues are under all of those, but they usually are] and flip it open, they call my name and i dont get to read it. muchly unhappy when that happens.] but the cover on one of the magazines it said "find your perfect summer job here!" and i thought it was going to be a quiz so i flipped to it, but it was horoscopes and i figured i would read it anyway even though i dont believe in it and it said that i should work at a movie or music store. but then i got a job at the resturant--but later in the summer blockbuster called me back for an interview. i didnt go of course, cause i had already gotten a job. but it was still weird. [oh, and im muchly sad too cause the motorcycle store called back finally and they wanted to interview me, but i already two jobs this time. they should have been quicker. but it really would have been haliriously awesome.] and thats like me and superstition--i dont believe in it, but i still knock on wood and throuw salt over my shoulder. o well. and last night i slept on the couch. i love to sleep on the couch. my senior year of highschool i slept there like every night and i used to hate it in the beginning. but i did it so much cause i would fall asleep doing homework and such that it grew on me and now i love it. there are just some nights that are couch nights and last night was one of those. the best nights are of course, if its a couch night, to sleep on the couch till about 6 in the morning and then move to your bed and go back to sleep for however long is possible. but its not nice to sleep on the couch if 1) you needed to be up the next morning and you forgot to set your alarm cause you didnt intend to fall asleep 2) it was a bed night, not a couch night after all, or 3) its an uncomfy couch. but really, the comfortablility of a thing doesnt really bother me at all when im asleep. cause i sleep through pretty much anything regardless of where im sleeping. which is a handy skill to have *knock on wood*. and i learned that robins eggs are muchly smaller than i thought, which is terribly interesting. also, this is embarrassing to admit, but i guess i must have been absent the day in second grade or whevever it was that we learned how exactly eggs work. like what makes them turn into eating eggs, or chicks? i sortof know in theory, but not in reality. and im not exactly sure that i want to know, and im sure i can look it up and stuff. but im still sortof curious. like: will the eggs stretch as the chick gets bigger? or is it like skin? or what. [i found out about the size of the robins eggs cause theres a nest in our fern. its a real fern. not a fake one. but its ok to water it, even though theres a nest there.] nests are cozy things arent they?
cozy.cozy.cozy.cozy.cozy.cozy.cozy.cozy.cozy.cozy.cozy.cozy.cozy.cozy.cozy.cozy.cozy.cozy. i want to be a cozy person in all the best senses of the word. if that even makes sense.

Posted 6/30/2005 10:55 PM