that was all KINDS of awkward!: a look into the life and times of sam, dates and all

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praise the Lord for work
however frustrating and taxing it can be. i am beginning to see the shiny silver lining around being a weekend worker.
for instance:

during the week, all i have to worry about is being at my classes, making it to the gym, doing homework, getting tea and having ample social time at the coffee shop, and loving (not getting stressed out by, i repeat, not getting stressed out by) the ample music things i do (ear candy, mike, music school required concerts, writing my own songs) et cetera

also, kiki (boss lady) is not usually here on saturday or sunday. that means the pandora music station of my choice. that means a lot of things, actually. namely, an atmosphere that is not so tense and walking-on-eggshells-like.

aaand the work shifts are longer. that way, i'm getting the most out of being here only 2-3 days a week.

i may not see my family or my friends or my cat or my raleigh until i'm 30, but yaaay silver lining!


so, i'm sitting behind the counter with the sufjan stevens pandora channel on. it's a beautiful day in boone, but a sloooow day at gladiola girls. i've got a warm cup of yogi cold defense tea by my side, along with my planner. i am getting a lot of planning in today at work, and i don't mind it, i needed this. eventually, i will get up and meticulously clean and straighten, and re-clean and re-straighten, and then fold jeans. a lot.

i am waiting until 2:15 to call Our Daily Bread for lunch. ODB is my little luxury during the working weekend. it's just down king street, and uses organic and local produce in the dishes. usually on sundays i'll put a little note on the door, lock up, and walk down the street. it is in these short walks that i fall in love with boone. i fall in love with the snowflake lights on the street lights. i fall in love with the shops lining the street and the sidewalk and the jones house. i fall in love with the old man playing guitar outside of boone drug. it's nice. today i'm getting the cali croissant: sliced ham, spring greens, tomato, and avacado. mmmm!

i was talking with someone about food recently. something like 86% of all food in america has corn or corn syrup in it. we demand filling food, fast, and cheap. in short, our meal culture absolutely stinks. in europe, people have meals. real meals. they take time to sit, enjoy company, and eat slow. they spend time and money to prepare and eat food that is real and healthy and worth indulging in. they use real plates and silverware. it is meal and tradition and ceremony all wrapped up together. i want that.

aaaanyway, enough with that rant. i still love cookout with all of my heart.

i am trying in a narcissistic way not to get sick. my roommate is sick, kiki is sick, my close friend at school, katie, is sick. must. not. get. sick.

so, last night i went on a date. we went to see slumdog millionaire, and i was so wonderfully and pleasantly surprised by that movie! just beautiful.

it's been a while since i've gone out on a traditional "this is a date, aforementioned by the asker-outer of the date" date. at this age, there are lots of ambiguous "hanging out" dates that are horribly irritating. my theory is that it's a defense mechanism by the guys: if they don't clarify that it's a date, they have nothing to lose either way. so i appreciated the clarity.

and of course, typical of me, as we are exiting the theatre and laughing and being all datey (while keeping a healthy "this is just a date and only a date distance from each other) i run into this other boy who had been ambiguously hanging out with me. he's a make-out boy. i didn't find that out till he tried it on me.

*warning* in college, when boys want to "watch a movie" with you, they want to make out with you.

he's a nice boy, handsome, maybe a little too handsome. i had to tell him i am not a make-out girl, and that he was not allowed to call me "babe" or "hun" because only boyfriends are allowed to substitute my name for pet names. he seemed surprised and complimented me on putting him in his place. and then later he got upset because i had not "given him a chance" to really get to know him, and that he wanted to talk face-to-face. this is, after a few months of periodic and ambiguous hanging out. yes, he's funny and handsome and charming, but i don't think he's used to hearing "no". aaanyway, so, we have not yet met face-to-face and we run into each other when i am most clearly on a date with another boy. and we side hug. and i introduce boys.

ha. ha ha. ooooh all kinds of awkward.

okay. ODB time. yeah!