First let me explain my last… well… rant. Actually it will be more of an excuse, but you’ll take what I give you, right? –The whole thing with the rant is that I was kind of irked… to be more exact: pissed off. Not at anything or anyone specifically, just situations, circumstances, and the world… stupid world, always being so… stupid. Never-the-less I am all right, this is nothing to get worried about me over, it is just me blowing off some philosophical steam (so to speak.)
On to more present rants… Life is pretty much, well… is. The job is decent, nothing to get overly excited or depressed over. It fills me with a great sense of “eh.” My co-workers on the other hand, I really adore. This summer staff, for the most part, seems to be much more cohesive than my RA staff. I am not saying that my RA staff was bad, rather I am saying that I had some real bonds with a few of my RA staff members. On the other hand my summer staff members seem to be much more inclusive and I have a genuine bond with most of the people on the staff. I am not sure if this is because I am actually being accepted by this group… we go out, we go bowling, we hang out, we wear skirts together (I’ll explain later.) In my last staff I was definitely not a “popular” member of the staff, not to say that I wasn’t liked… but I was not hip to the main clique. It is nice to actually feel like people want me to hang around them, I have this feeling reaffirmed when I have other plans when the staff asks me to do something, they usually give me a hard time about it… but it is all good.
On to the skirts… It is purely for comfort (kidding). Jeff, Curtis, [Chris] Pratt, [Chris] Pratt’s younger brother, and I went bowling. We played four games, I will list the game, the bet, winner, and the out come. -Game 1: Warm up Game. No Bet. -Game 2: Bet: wear skirts to next meeting. Losers: myself & Pratt. We look like gals. -Game 3: Bet: skirts & lipstick, or no skirts. Losers: Curtis & Jeff. No girlie men here. –Ok, let me explain game 4 in more detail. The bet was that the losers would wear skirts to the next meeting. somehow, Curtis had bowled a 70 point game on Game 3, and then in Game 4 Bowled a 187 (ironically in police code that means murder), he had at least 6 strikes. This red-headed twig of a person royally kicked our butt. End result, Pratt and I wore skirts to our meeting today. I had a classy red skirt that came down to my ankles, while Pratt wore a “Catholic School Girl” skirt… I must say that I a very happy I had to long skirt, poor Pratt had to keep his ankles crossed during the whole meeting.
Anyway, soon (6 days) I am going to the Counting Crows concert with Lauren and a friend of hers… that will be fun. Then I am going to watch the parent’s house until they get back… yeah for commuting.