Today I went to The Body Shop, and got some Cranberry stuff...mmm. That's definitely what I want for Christmas, along with money. And shoes. Oh, yes. I love me some shoes.
I had a second interview at Silver City tonight, and I think I may get the job. The assistant manager was more interested in hiring me than the actual head manager was, so it could go either way. For a guy who works at a movie theatre, he sure hadn't heard of a lot of movies. He asked what was my favourite movie, which happens to be Run Lola, Run at the moment, and he hadn't heard of it. I had to explain that it was German and had English subtitles. He also hadn't heard of the last few movies I had seen (Down By Law, and The Sweet Hereafter). Dude, The Sweet Hereafter was a Canadian movie that actually got an Oscar. You'd think someone at a movie theatre would know about it. Meh. None of my concern, as long as I get the job. Free movies for me and a guest, oh yeah.
Right now I'm all hyped up on DISCOUNT CANDY and I wanna go out and do something. But alas, it's cold outside, and I don't feel like braving the elements.
In other news, I'm beginning to talk to people at school. Yeah, that's right, Erin is meeting people. It's great, even though almost everyone is in their twenties. It feels kind of weird when everyone starts talking about going out drinking and to clubs and stuff. Once I made the remark that I couldn't wait until I was 19, and everyone kind of looked at me like: "What? You're not 19 yet?" In fact, someone asked me: "When will you be 19?" and they looked kind of surprised when I told them my birthday wasn't until next June.
Another thing about being 19: Josh and I recently got our home phone line hooked up, but only after his mom called and set it up for us. Why? Because you have to be 19 to get a phone line. Grrr. I can vote and buy porn and move out on my own, but not get a phone line? I know that that has become my battle cry for the unfairness that is being 18, but it is so true.
I don't even have a costume this year. I suppose I could wear my gothic/skank costume from last year, but I don't have any slutty shoes to wear with it. All I have are my blue suede runners, and black waterproof loafer things.
I have an hour and a half before I need to leave for school. In that time, I have to shower. Perhaps I could also dash up the road to Safeway and buy a pumpkin to carve later?
I don't know why I'm worrying about tonight, I have tomorrow off, and everyone knows what November 1st is:
DISCOUNT HALLOWEEN CANDY DAY!!!
That cheers me up a great deal.
Saturday the 19th was moving day. Thankfully, I got off easy, what with Dave carrying all of the boxes, and Josh cleaning and unpacking everything. Since I had nothing to do, I appointed myself Chief Grocery Shopper (so I would have an excuse to go for a walk and check out the neighbourhood). To my great surprise and joy, there's a Death by Chocolate coffee house only 15 minutes walking distance away. When I saw it, I actually squealed out loud: "Dude! It's Death By Chocolate!" to my imaginary friend (I say this to rationalize the fact that I was talking to myself again). Anyway, I got to the grocery store, and went on a shopping rampage, buying every necessity I could think of. As my purchases were going through the checkout, I thought to myself: "Fuuuuuuck, how the heck am I going to get all this stuff home?"
The answer is: walk a block to the nearest bus stop with what is at least 50 pounds of groceries, making sure that the bottoms don't rip out of those flimsy plastic bags they give you. Then hop a bus, and show up at home. Amaze Josh with strength and shopping skillz.
After that backbreaking effort, I decided to take a long bath in the tub. This is no ordinary tub. It's really deep, like deep enough for me to sit and have water nearly to my armpits. As I luxuriated, I also shaved my legs. Big mistake. In my highly relaxed mode, I forgot to pay attention to the razor, and ended up slicing my leg. Figuring that it was no big deal, I got out of the tub and slapped on a bandaid.
On Monday morning, I arose bright and early (a.k.a. 9 am) to get ready for school. I had a lengthy shower, ate breakfast, and read for awhile. Then at 10:45, I caught a bus to the SkyTrain station, and then another bus to school, and I was there before my 11:30 class started. It was fantastic to not have to wake up at 7:30, leave the house at 8:30 to catch the 9:00 bus, and then pray that there'd be no delays on the train. I was even early to class. The only drawback to that particular Monday was a throbbing pain in my leg. I ignored it until it became nearly unbearable during my evening class. Leaving my group to ponder the intricacies of the tripod (which I already knew how to put together), I toddled off to the security/first aid desk. After a quick look at my wound, the security guy and I figured that it was pretty badly infected, so he despensed some sort of numbing antiseptic with gauze and a bandage. I think I'm going to have a scar, but I don't really care. My legs are already riddled with marks of injury and self-stupidity.
The rest of the week was pretty much the same, but with less throbbing and more job hunting. To my great surprise, I got a job interview last night. I was shocked. I had spent four years basically spamming my hometown with resumes, only to be turned down practically everywhere. I come to Burnaby, take out resumes twice, and suddenly FamousPlayers/Silver City movie theatre calls me for an interview. So I gussied myself up, and walked confidently to the theatre. I guess whatever I said or did worked, because I have a second interview on Friday evening.
Life is good.