Just a normal day in the life of me

I'm soo tired. I've stayed out late at night with friends of mine for the past 2 weeks, and add coughing fits to that, let's just say I don't look too awake these days. I'm still walking to and from work to get myself ready for Bloomsday. I finally registered yesterday and I have to pick up my stuff on May 5. I'm actually excited!

I have wonderful news...Adam is moving back (whaaaa-haaa!) I found out last week via e-mail. Apparently utah didn't cut it for him, and neither did Jen. Oh well, this will be interesting.

Heath is gone for good. He officially dating Jacky now, and I refuse to even be his friend, no good will come of it, and he'll quickly forget about me, or be tortured by my wonderful memory...at least she's a had, got a peek at her the other day...and woof! Sorry, but it makes me feel good. Is that wrong??

I'm not vain or anything, but I know I'm not exactly a dog either. I take care of myself and I dress well, I just look like a fashionably attired manatee. *sigh* Hopefully that will start to change a little bit more noticeably.

The weather is warm, and I love walking to work in the morning because it's sunny and I get a great view of the river and valley. I also get a chance to walk by all the older, more historic buildings, and a really beautiful catholic cathedral. I actually went in there a couple weeks ago to see the stained glass windows, and I was mesmorized by all the detail that goes into that thing. Being brought up LDS, I really didn't get exposure to that kind of culture, so it was very interesting. It was also kind of funny because there was an older lady there who kind of sticks around during the day and takes care of the place, talks to people, etc. Her and I started to chat about stuff and she told me I was welcome to sit in the chapel for as long as I liked. I decided to sit in the very back so that I could take it all in. It was very peaceful.

The funny part was that at first she went a-a-a-a-a-a-l-l-l-l the way to the front of the church and sat down. She started praying, then would look up at me, get up, bow back down and scoot a little closer to my pew. She ended up doing this like 5 times until she was sitting directly in the front and to the side of me (why do I feel like she was praying for my non-catholic doomed soul??). She finally came up to me again and told me that there was going to be some kind of eucorist communion thingy, and I was more than welcome to stay and observe. I had NO clue what I was getting myself into, but since I never really saw this before, I was curious.

Well, about 2:30 the priest and another guy came out and started singing latin (very badly I might add) and the few people who were there would repeat the priest, and the greeter woman was soooo loud and off key, that I had to muffle my giggles behind my hands. Kinda looked like I was praying! I was trying to be respectful the whole time, but I've seen Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail waaaaay too many times and expected the priest to whack his forhead with the bible after each latin phrase. Now with that visual in my head, I wasn't so sure I would be able to last much longer. Sooo, based on my lack of maturity, I quickly left right after they finished. I thanked the lady, and she held my hands and gazed up at me with such hope that I would come back, that it was kinda funny. Oh well, there's my church experience for the year!

Other than that I've come to grips that I'll be working for free for a couple more days until I officially get hired on as a seamstress. I hope that happens soon, this 3 day work week crud isn't cutting it! Cheerio!