What a way for my week to unfold.
I woke up this morning, and I realised that I have a damn awful amount of work to do before uni starts again on monday, and I had about 8 hours to get it all done. And when I say 8 hours, I don’t mean a block of time 8 hours long, I mean all the time left over is about 8 hours. Despite this, I’ve continuted to keep time booked up. I’ll be fine, I guess, I’ll steal notes off Ken or someone and stidy frantically in my lunch break before the test.
I had work today from 11-6. Twas cool, I worked with Kingsley for the first time since training day. We were visited by Igor (who didn;t have much to say to me), and later on, Greg (who I yelled at to make him come inside the shop).
This evening, the Wishful Thinking gig. Pffft, what an evening. Sarah couldn’t actually go, and at that point I realised that everyone I was planning to go with had bailed on me or was undefinate about whether they were going. I was going with maybeJon and maybeAlix. And Mark, who doesn’t count (and didn’t count) cause he always has a billion of his adult friends to talk to. But all turned out well – at the last minute, I somehow managed to convince a fellow Crying Out Loud fan (Wilmo) to emerge from the shire and come to the gig.
What a bizarre night. I was hanging around at Central waiting for Wilmo, and this guy came up and started talking to me. He was from Sierra Leone, he lives in Canterbury, he is 27. He wanted to be my friend, so we chatted for awhile, but when he suggested meeting up again I put my foot down. Then he told me that Christian people are supposed to be loving and kind, so why wasn’t I kind to him. And all the while I waited nervously for Wilmo to appear… 😐 He was late 😐 But it’s OK, he turned up before anything uncomfortable happened.
At Annandale, well, Jon was there, but Alix wasn’t. So it was a great time, showing up at a gig with a guy and then hanging out with my exboyfriend. Whooo… Stupid stupid. Jon acted weird, but then it’s his fault for making assumptions, I guess.
Ah well, the gig was fun, Wilmo helped me out with youth group stuff, so that’s something less to stress about.
I am stupid and need to learn time management