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don't you know the time is right? [22 Sep 2005|11:45am]
[ mood | pleased ]
[ music | sloan - nothing lasts forever anymore ]

i know i already updated with this once today, but i didn't like how it was worded and formatted so i'm re-doing it. D: sorry [info]nee_naa, i didn't mean to delete your comment or anything T_T;

so i stayed up all night because i had this feeling that the job i had gotten would fall through. i was worried all night about wether they'd call with my schedule, what i should do, etc. and just in case, i stayed up all night applying for other jobs. you know. just in case.

lyle stayed up all night with me (he's going to be cranky when he gets home!), and headed to school. i decided today would be one of those rare, productive days i never have. so i put on some comfy clothes, put my hair up, and get ready to work on fixing my apartment.

at 8:05, one of the jobs i applied for called back to ask me for an interview tomorrow at 9am. while i've NEVER done anything like it before (i'd be monitoring, and making ethanol and stuff! crazy!), it's full time, pays well, and i'd get to wear safety goggles! so i agreed to the interview.

10 minutes later, someone knocks on my door. i open it up and the two cutest little old men are there, asking me about my sink. there's a leak in the apartments below ours, so i let them in to check the sink, they compliment me on my sunny disposition, and leave.

40 minutes after that, the first job i got called me back to let me know there was a huge misunderstanding, and two people had been hired for the same position. the other guy worked first, so it's only fair he gets the job. i knew i wouldn't be working today. :) i'm not overly upset. i'm kind of bummed out that i might have to take a job that's way more physical, but it's all good.

so after all that i finally got down to business, and totally re-organized my bedroom.

not a small feat. lyle's a slob when it comes to his clothes (i would be too, but i have none), and i had, the weekend before, taken all of my stuff out of boxes and re-organized it. ... only i didn't, really.

so here are the after shots. not that impressive unless you saw it before. D: )


the only thing you can't see is the other side of the room, where i'm taking the pictures from. anyway, that antique furniture is very, very heavy and i'm exhausted! i also changed all the bedding, tidied the entrance to the apartment, and (briefly) thought about cleaning the cat boxes.

but for now, i think i deserve some sleep. night folks. :) don't make fun of my old granny bedroom! D: *jumps into her duvet*
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hotel chelsea nights [22 Sep 2005|07:46pm]
[ mood | touched ]
[ music | ryan adams - political scientist ]

sometimes i wonder about where i am in my life. if i've made the right choices, if i've done the right things in the past 3 years or so. i get stuck on the smaller things a lot, but if i'm lucky, sometimes, i just get this overwhelming feeling of... i've done the right things. i've made good decisions so far in my short 18 years.

tonight, lyle came home and woke me up for dinner. we chatted and ate with the television low, and then decided to go take a nap. instead of actually sleeping, we just stayed up and talked about jobs, school, and whatever else popped into our minds.

the fall in ontario is beautifully chilly, and all the windows in my apartment have been open wide since may. it's overcast, and a heavy rain is fallling on the pavement outside. it's just cold enough to really appreciate the warm sheets and fluffy duvet i put on the bed earlier. there's a breeze, and since my bed is close to the window, the curtains almost hit me in the face, flapping around slowly because of the bulk.

laying against lyle, with arms and legs twisted together, looking out the window at the dark sky, a comfortable silence fell. finny's sitting on the window ledge, watching the rain. it's all very love is hell pt. 1 ... that slow, cold kind of music. comfort in the bleak impartiality.

moments like that remind me that what i'm doing is right. that i love him more than anything. i'm so greatful for everything that's happened.

and even though it's a few days early, happy 2 and 1/2 year anniversary. because we both know i'm lame, and pay attention to that type of thing.

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