Things.

Not very much has changed since I left. Sure 4 months have gone by, but for the most part everything is in the same place as it was when I left.
However, Carl the Cactus DID sprout a flower in my absence. That was kind of exciting.

Oh, and I'm 20 now. Merry belated Jessicacrossmas.

First day at my new store on Thursday! I'm excited, excited, excited.
Friday I re-learn how to use the computers and crap at the ole liquor store. I don't know if I want to work there, but they offered me a job when I walked in and hey why not until I find something better.

Living out here is already making me feel very secluded. I need to get out as soon as I can.

never enough time

It's funny how I can spend months thinking I have so much time to do everything I need and want to do here and now Im gone in 5 days and I haven't done half of it.

At least it's comforting to know that I have a job waiting for me when I get there, thanks to the many strings pulled by my oh so excellent manager Jimmy. I talked to the store manager at my new store and she sounds great, I'm really looking forward to meeting all of my new coworkers! Jimmy says he talked me up endlessly so I better not make him look bad, haha!

Typing this is so frustrating right now because half of my keyboard keys are all sticky and gross. The only time I actually stopped being lazy and went to the mac store (it took my ipod headphones dying on me) my cousin convinced me to just order the keyboard online but of course I haven't gotten around to it and now I'm leaving so I might as well wait until I have an address!

I'm so excited to see my cats.

So fun, in the August sun..

Well, the goodbyes have started. Sunday is my last day at Southpoint.

I was thinking about White Rock and how much I used to love hanging out here when I was a kid. Then I realized that I really only like it in the summer. In fact, the only day I even spent time at the beach (other than standing outside the OB or Charlie's drunk) was the day I took this picture. It was in September when it was still gorgeous and hot out everyday and Ryan and I went for a walk on the beach and ate gelato and talked about jumping off of the pier. That day reminded me of when I used to go to the beach with my friends and we'd bum around there for lack of anything better to do. Tan, wish we had money for fish and chips and maybe even skimboard a little if we were lucky to run into some nice boys who were willing to let us try theirs out. Sometimes we'd sneak booze into water bottles or smoke pot under the pier if the tide was out.

The kids in this picture remind me of a different time when I used to go to White Rock. When I was really young and my parents would take us there sometimes. It was always a big deal because we never really did much as a family. I would ride on my dad's shoulders all day and spent most of it with ice cream dripping down my face. I would climb up on the rock and then stay up there until I could finally admit I couldn't get down and my dad would help me and my mom would laugh because she told me that would happen. I always did it anyway though, if my big brother was climbing up the rock I was going up the rock. If my big brother could eat a whole banana split I could eat a whole banana split, and so on..