Brain Vomit

So far, working at Cold Stone is a lot of fun.  The co-workers are neat, the customers are mostly pleasant, and I'm already comfortable giving my manager shit.  It's working out wonderfully!  Whenever I tell people this, they reply with, "I hope that feeling lasts."  Well, me too.  But let's not think that far in the future.

A few customers have commented on my tattoos.  One obnoxiously blonde girl asked if the tattoo shop I go to has clean needles. I told her no, they don't and that I have hepatitis. Another man gave me an expired coupon and when I pointed out that I can't use it because its... expired, he asked for it back. He said he'd come back tomorrow when my manager was working because he's pretty sure it's illegal to not accept an expired coupon.  UM. WHAT?

Oh, and I accidentally gave a little girl a 4 month old waffle cone.  I AM SO SORRY, LITTLE GIRL.

All in all, CS is sweet.

Now, on to serious matters...

I've been thinking a lot about life.  I think I might be missing out by not going to school in another state.  I'm not experiencing that going away to college thing and I don't know if I'm okay with that.  I was thinking about Portland, but thinking maybe not.  I don't think it's the city for me.

Next on my list of consideration - Denver, CO!

Maybe, maybe.

I just don't know if I can leave this city, my friends, my family. I just don't want to miss out on possible opportunities.

On a super serious note,
My grandma is having her surgery on Wednesday.  I am so scared and nervous and I just feel like falling asleep and waking up to a perfect world.  A perfect world where grandma is happy and healthy. I don't want to lose her.  I hope all turns out to be well.

Not one to go to bed with bad thoughts,
I really want to make my apartment cute.  I have Audrey Kawaski prints that need frames and to be hung on my wall... along with my picture frames of friends.  I also want my apartment filled with fresh flowers. Everyday I walk by Trader Joe's and see all the fresh flowers and want them.  But then I think about bringing them home to my cruddy dark apartment and lose interest.

I want a cute apartment. A cute life.