Things always get interesting as soon as I become resigned to boredom.

Shortly after my last entry, I decided that if I was going to have a boring evening shut in the house by myself, I would do it in style. I got out all the essentials: telephone to call Brigette and Kim, wonderful Christmas present, comfy pajamas, and chocolate ice cream (a girl's gotta have some fattening food, right?). As soon as I started to partake in this revelry, the phone rang. It was my manager at work asking why I was late.

Late? I wondered. I didn't even have a shift.

It turned out that unbeknownst to me, one of the other girls at the snack bar had given me her shift. So I had to explain to the manager why I had no clue what was going on, and had to rush my ass to the theatre.

Now I'm thouroughly worn out, and need to be at school at 10 tomorrow to do my audio lab. Sigh.

Sigh.

I have an evening all to myself tonight, and no idea what to do. Josh is at an awards ceremony at his old high school, so he won't be back until ten or eleven, and I haven't made any friends in Burnaby yet, so there's nobody to call. I guess I could go see a movie, but I don't like going by myself. Going to a movie is like a social thing for me, round up a friend or several, watch a movie, and then talk about it over coffee afterwards. I'm beginning to feel a serious lack of social interaction in my life. Sure, I see Josh everyday, and I hung out with Dave and Ayrton on Wednesday and Rachel on Sunday. Still, I want people I can call up and say: "Wanna hang out? Meet me at the mall in an hour." Instead of: "How about next Saturday? Do you have enough time to catch the bus out here?"

I suppose tonight I could play spa in the bathroom with my Christmas present from Josh. That's right, Christmas present. Yesterday we went to the mall, and Josh decided to get my Christmas present before he forgot what he wanted to get me. While he was shopping, I looked around in Old Navy, and then we met up near the Japanese restaurant. He was holding a big bag behind him, and told me that he hadn't gotten a receipt for it because he didn't want me returning it. (I'm a freak like that, if Josh buys me something expensive, I want to return it, because I don't like him wasting his money on me.) Anyway, the second he said that, my heart sunk a little, because I knew that he had spent a ridiculous amount of money on whatever it was. Then I saw the bag, and knew in an instant what the present was. Honestly, what comes in a gigantic Body Shop bag other than one of the gigantic gift sets with a gigantic price tag? We went and had dinner at Red Robin, where Josh insisted that I could open the present. I did, and I was right. It was the biggest gift set the Body Shop sold. I was thrilled that he had remembered that I liked Cranberry and Vanilla, but a little shaken by the amount I knew he had spent. To be perfectly frank, I would have been just as happy with any of the smaller kits. Still, when we got home, that didn't stop me from ripping open the plastic wrap, and exclaiming over every product and trying it all, and telling Josh that he's the best gift-giver ever :)

I'm not sure what I'm going to get Josh for Christmas. I recently bought him 6 t-shirts, so I'm not going to get him those, even though t-shirts are on his Christmas list. I went looking around some of the shops on my break at work the other afternoon, and nothing really struck me as a Josh-type gift. I'd like to say that everything is too garish and loud, but it's not. I guess it is in comparison to Josh's cleanliness and preference for streamlined and plainly coloured things, but it isn't just that. Most things just wouldn't really appeal to him. I suppose I'm going to have to wait until I get my paycheque, and then hit the internet with my credit card.