got to be a joker, he just do what he please
I've been doing this baby-sitting thing where I take this kid to her bus stop for camp at quarter to eight every morning and it's killing me. The kid's mom is a bitch who underpays me, and I end up dead when I'm with Harry and tired all day.
Yesterday, after taking Arianne to her bus stop, I went to the Used Book Café to work my four-hour shift. I shelved for a few hours until the counter was clear and then asked for more work. "It's slow today," Catherine (boss) told me; "Straighten up the A-frames and then get yourself a cup of coffee and take a break." I dutifully rearranged the A-frame displays and then sat myself down with a tall cup of coffee and a tattoo art book.
Then Lauren walked in, all smiles, and sat down with me for a while. Discussions between us are invariably dense and interesting. We're both relatively opinionated and relatively well-read, so we talked about favorite writers and books and concerts we wanted to see together or had seen, and about men, and about college and Heather and journalism and Harry and Yoko Ono and everything else in the world, and then she left to do some errands and I priced all the books that had come up from the basement. I felt guilty about having taken such a long break, so I stayed half an hour late and bought myself lunch at a sandwich shop down the block called the Crosby Connection on Crosby and Bleecker..
It was seriously the best sandwich I've ever had.
Then Oona called, in trouble and unable to lunch anyway, and I went home and met up with Lauren again and we went off to rent Masked & Anonymous because it's amazing and she hasn't seen it. After a complicated fiasco with her sister (R.'s age) and her sister's gay best friend (I need one), we ended up leaving Renata, Alecia and Travis to play Lazer Tag in Times Square while we had sushi with Harry, and then splitting off for the rest of the day. I went thrift-shop shopping and bought myself a skirt for $6, and just as I finished paying Lauren called me back to say she'd gotten into college.
Is it strange to admit to the whole internet that you feel proud of your friend who's three years older than you?
Another thing I've noticed about Lauren: she's not afraid to compliment people. It takes a good deal of self-confidence to hand out compliments freely without worrying about whether you're getting any in return. I'm new to the whole self-confidence thing; it's only now that I'm learning to really live with confidence in myself. Just talking to people takes confidence; sometimes talking to strangers is the hardest thing in the world to do. It's so revitalizing, though! And why not compliment someone? I think of all the nicest and most likeable people I know, and I realize that they have total self-confidence. Someone who really likes themself doesn't go around being stand-offish. They're so comfortable with themselves that they focus on other people, and they're positive enough to find what other people have to offer them. I'm going to work on that this year. Not to the extent of being manipulative, of course, but enough to make people a little happier.
After watching two episodes The Prisoner with Harry and his family and getting home half an hour late, I collapsed into bed at 12:30 and woke up at seven, the best night of sleep I've had in a week. I walked to Arianne's apartment, coincidentially in Will C.'s building, in a daze, and discovered that her dad is really cool. "Is that Bob Dylan on your t-shirt?" he asked, staring. "Yeah," I said, "I'm a really big Dylan fan. I've seen him three times now." "You know," he said, "he used to perform at a place around here, on MacDougal and--third, is it?" "Fourth," I said, and he grinned. We watched the Discovery land and he kissed his daughter good-bye and Arianne and I headed off, hand in hand. And I think--think--I saw Reneé Zellweger (sp) on the street.
After a short nap I had a jello cup for breakfast and sat down to write this, and now Oona's coming for a bite of lunch and summer's still vital and life seems lovely.
Edited in later:
Thought of the day:
Much to my neighbor's chagrin, after the second shower of the day, I have discovered the joys of playing Crashdown at top volume in the nude over cold coffee.
Yesterday, after taking Arianne to her bus stop, I went to the Used Book Café to work my four-hour shift. I shelved for a few hours until the counter was clear and then asked for more work. "It's slow today," Catherine (boss) told me; "Straighten up the A-frames and then get yourself a cup of coffee and take a break." I dutifully rearranged the A-frame displays and then sat myself down with a tall cup of coffee and a tattoo art book.
Then Lauren walked in, all smiles, and sat down with me for a while. Discussions between us are invariably dense and interesting. We're both relatively opinionated and relatively well-read, so we talked about favorite writers and books and concerts we wanted to see together or had seen, and about men, and about college and Heather and journalism and Harry and Yoko Ono and everything else in the world, and then she left to do some errands and I priced all the books that had come up from the basement. I felt guilty about having taken such a long break, so I stayed half an hour late and bought myself lunch at a sandwich shop down the block called the Crosby Connection on Crosby and Bleecker..
It was seriously the best sandwich I've ever had.
Then Oona called, in trouble and unable to lunch anyway, and I went home and met up with Lauren again and we went off to rent Masked & Anonymous because it's amazing and she hasn't seen it. After a complicated fiasco with her sister (R.'s age) and her sister's gay best friend (I need one), we ended up leaving Renata, Alecia and Travis to play Lazer Tag in Times Square while we had sushi with Harry, and then splitting off for the rest of the day. I went thrift-shop shopping and bought myself a skirt for $6, and just as I finished paying Lauren called me back to say she'd gotten into college.
Is it strange to admit to the whole internet that you feel proud of your friend who's three years older than you?
Another thing I've noticed about Lauren: she's not afraid to compliment people. It takes a good deal of self-confidence to hand out compliments freely without worrying about whether you're getting any in return. I'm new to the whole self-confidence thing; it's only now that I'm learning to really live with confidence in myself. Just talking to people takes confidence; sometimes talking to strangers is the hardest thing in the world to do. It's so revitalizing, though! And why not compliment someone? I think of all the nicest and most likeable people I know, and I realize that they have total self-confidence. Someone who really likes themself doesn't go around being stand-offish. They're so comfortable with themselves that they focus on other people, and they're positive enough to find what other people have to offer them. I'm going to work on that this year. Not to the extent of being manipulative, of course, but enough to make people a little happier.
After watching two episodes The Prisoner with Harry and his family and getting home half an hour late, I collapsed into bed at 12:30 and woke up at seven, the best night of sleep I've had in a week. I walked to Arianne's apartment, coincidentially in Will C.'s building, in a daze, and discovered that her dad is really cool. "Is that Bob Dylan on your t-shirt?" he asked, staring. "Yeah," I said, "I'm a really big Dylan fan. I've seen him three times now." "You know," he said, "he used to perform at a place around here, on MacDougal and--third, is it?" "Fourth," I said, and he grinned. We watched the Discovery land and he kissed his daughter good-bye and Arianne and I headed off, hand in hand. And I think--think--I saw Reneé Zellweger (sp) on the street.
After a short nap I had a jello cup for breakfast and sat down to write this, and now Oona's coming for a bite of lunch and summer's still vital and life seems lovely.
Edited in later:
Thought of the day:
Much to my neighbor's chagrin, after the second shower of the day, I have discovered the joys of playing Crashdown at top volume in the nude over cold coffee.
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