Worus

This weekend was fast and slow all at once. I’m not sure how that can be, but it was. I had a mostly good weekend, though. Much getting up early. That sucked. School’s more or less over, and it feels like next week is going to be horrible. When, in fact, next week should be great. Much RENT.

Tonight I went out with Dean, and he was looking for cell phone plates at Target, in the automotive section. I’m not really sure why they would be there, but they were. I would have put them in electronics, because cell phones are an electronic device more than an automotive device. Go Target. While Dean was looking at the whole three plates that they have, I found myself an automotive item: a Powerpuff Girls steering wheel cover! For just $9.99 this gem has become my own. Go Target. It’s wonderful. It was so wonderful that I went to Veronica’s dorm room to get her and show her. She liked it.

I solved a triangle for Cale’s trigonometry test last night. As soon as I had the whole e-mail typed up, I reread what he had written: he figured it out on his own. I was upset that I had done all of that work for nothing, but I got over it very quickly because I realized that I really enjoyed solving that triangle. It was amusing. The Law of Sines prevailed. My mad trigonometry skillz attacked. It was great.

Joe got confirmed today. I was looking over the program and there’s a list of Bible verses to go with each confirmant. What hit me was that one of them was from 2 Thessalonians. In order for there to even be a 2 Thessalonians, there had to be a letter to the Thessalonians. The same goes with Corinthians. What’s significant about this is that Paul had to write these people twice each as opposed to the normal one letter he sent to people that got recorded. It’s like they were über-sinful or something–so bad that one letter couldn’t get it all in. I guess I’m glad I’m not Corinthian or Thessalonian. Heh. (Okay, I admit, that was bad humor).

On a more serious note, there’s always been something about confirmation service that has got to me. Especially in the last three years. In the last three years, I’ve almost started crying in the middle of the service for some reason. I’m not really sure why. It never has anything to do with the confirmants. Ever.

Today, though, I did have something that I don’t normally feel: pride. I had a small sense of pride in Joseph. It’s wasn’t a sense of pride in the fact that he was making public profession that we held the same beliets, because I don’t care about that. He should do what works for him, not me. I think it was part seeing him move closer to adulthood, since confirmation of faith is usually done before you enter your high school years; and another part was the general accomplishment that he had made. I feel strange saying it, but it was there, and I don’t know where it came from.

Today was a good day. I got up and went to class, and the professor said that, unless we had any questions regarding our grade, we could leave. I did. Veronica and I hung out for a while before I went to work, which I was slightly late for. My bad.

Work was good, for the most part. I did the majority of the paperwork for the end of the month, because I knew that if I didn’t do it that Louise would have to do it instead. Not that Charlene (the layaway manager) wouldn’t consider doing it, I’m just betting it would have gotten pushed off onto Louise, which is unfair. Louise puts up with so much, she’s just wonderful. It’s a little known fact that she’s my mother and that I’m her son. However, we’re not in the same family. Just “mom and her son” at Wal-Mart.

I talked to my friend Erin at work today. I enjoyed that. I can go months without seeing her, so it’s always great to catch up with her. We were buds in the old, discount store and she worked in the Supercenter for a while as well. Erin actually talked came back to me three different times. The first two were just normal times, and the second time I was facing away from the counter doing paperwork and the bell rang. I finished what I was doing, and asked, “How can I help you?” as I was turning around.

“Aah! It’s Erin again!” I thought.

“Hey Julian, would you like to maybe go out some time?” she asked me. Now this took me totally off guard. When we worked together, she always had a boyfriend, whom she just recently broke up with. I was tense. I didn’t know how to respond.

“I don’t think that would really work out,” I responded.

“Oh. Well, okay. Thanks anyway,” she said, beginning to leave. Shit. I’d just told her that I didn’t want to go out with her. She probably thinks that I found her unattractive in a negative sort of way.

“Wait, Erin,” I said. I sat down on top the counter, in front of her. “Let me explain to you why I don’t think things would work out too well,” I told her. Despite her insisting that I didn’t have to, I told her anyway. I didn’t want her to go home feeling bad about herself or something. That would simply not be fair. “The only thing is,” I said, “You’re sorta… female.”

“Oh,” she said with surprise. I’m not sure how she took it. I think it was the best thing to do, though. This way she doesn’t think that it’s something about her anymore than if a girl were to try and ask her out.

After work, I went out with Kim and Dean. We had good times. Marked stuff for Kim’s garage sale. I know that sounds incredibly dull, but those two can make the most dull things fun without doing anything specific.