I miss Colin and Kyle. Yesterday was as hectic as I planned. My dad ended up giving me a ride both ways though, so I didn't have to worry about the bus. My dermotologist finally relented to treatment with Accutane, and now I have to fill out a stack of consent forms and take pregnancy and blood tests. I'm a little nervous, it's just acne medication. I'm tired of zits, though. I don't need my face to be perfect, I just would like to stop looking like I'm thirteen. I really hate makeup and I have to wear it to go to work because otherwise I'm just scary. And working at the Ren Fair was nearly impossible, with all the dirt in the air I couldn't wear anything but sunscreen and I ended up feeling just gross about myself.Self esteem issues, check. Anyway, I won a dollar in the scratchers lottery. I missed having Kyle around to play it with me. Matt and I tried to go watch fireworks but got stuck behind a mountain and settled on beer and ice cream for the evening instead. What is today, Thursday? Good, this damn week is almost over. Party Saturday night. Sunday I find out who won that writing contest I entered plus Colin comes back into town. Wednesday we get Kyle back from the East Egg and then I have two days off. See, I'm just proving to you here how deadly dull my life is. I think I'll make cheese soup tomorrow.
I thought one of my coworkers was going to invite me to watch fireworks tonight, but he didn't. I will post the dialogue and you may decide:
CO-WORKER: What are you doing tonight?
LAMPSHADE: I don't know, what is there to do?
CW: There's gonna be fireworks over the lake.
LS: Hey, cool. My roommates are out of town.
CW: Oh, you're going to be alone?
LS: Yeah. Fireworks would be cool, though.
And then we stared at each other for about five seconds, and then he turned around and walked away. I have no idea how I could have phrased it better, and still he didn't ask me. This leads me to believe that he didn't really want to ask me at all.
How am I supposed to hit on people at work? Not my co-workers - they all think I have a boyfriend anyway, Colin holds the title for discount purposes - but all of the cute guys that file through the store. How do you approach a charming young man buying a nice watch for his father, or a handsome stranger purchasing baseball pants and an extra-large athletic supporter? I mean, it's not like I can ask them for their phone numbers after I return their credit cards.
