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"Girls at the party, look at that body, shakin' that thing like you never did see..."

I heard that song only, oh, three times today. Ack. And a couple others that I somehow recognized. But anyway...

So yes, today was my first day at the new job. Not bad. Easy, a bit mind-numbing, but hey, I'm not going to be doing this forever. And I actually do more than file. I also stuff envelopes!

Went to the Frontier for lunch. That was nice. But I'll write about it later, because it's just about time for Jeopardy.

Oh, and I got about three hours of sleep last night. But I still got up in time to get ready/leave for work. I was even early.

A Semi-coherent Entry

I beat the Evil level for the seventh time today. I am dismayed at the disparity between all the sizes of shirt considered "large." When I got home today, no one else was home; my mom had gone to take dad to the airport. So, since my dad was gone tonight, he called, naturally, but this time he actually wanted to talk to me. And by "talk" I mean ask question after question after question about my job, which can be summed up in about five words: I stuff envelopes and file. How exciting. Not much to talk about. Went to Dion's for dinner. Well, to pick it up, actually. Saw several Academy people there. Ack. Didn't see any at lunch today when I went to the Frontier. I sat alone in front of the window and looked out at the street towards UNM, watched people cross the street and thought about the times I'd gone to the Frontier in high school. After shows, usually at closing night; with friends in AYS after watching their concerts; for lunch during All-State and the Theatre Festival; in evenings with friends just for the hell of it; for a meeting to plan a city-wide gay prom that didn't actually happen. I think I will go to the Frontier again for lunch tomorrow, since we don't have any leftovers I could take, and I don't want to go to Saggio's because I had pizza for dinner tonight. I had a chance to practice today, but I didn't take it. Dumbass. So, I'll probably end up practicing tomorrow while dad's home, which I would rather not do because I don't like it when I know people can hear me while I practice, most of all him. Probably because he usually either barges in to ask me about something that could wait right in the middle of my practice session, or afterwards he says something about it. I'm not looking for approval from him in anything, so I would appreciate it most if he would just not say anything. And that goes for a lot more things than just music. It would also be nice if he wouldn't ask me so damn many questions and poke into my business all the time. I can take care of my own shit, thanks. And this is probably not the first time I've complained about this in my journal. But oh fucking well. Hopefully I'll be able to get to sleep much earlier than three thirty in the morning. I did that yesterday, so I went to work after having gotten three hours of sleep. Fun. Not quite as much fun, though, as the day I got up for class after only two hours of sleep and stumbled across my room to the door because I was slightly dizzy due to the lack of sleep and having gotten up pretty quickly. I'm going to try to not do that again.