Back in North Bay for the last two exams that I have--one Friday (Geology) and one next Wednesday (Spanish) but I have to stay here until next Friday. I ended up having to take the bus back because Macrina (as predicted) bailed on me for the ride back up and it was a four hour long drive for something that should only take 2 and a half to 3 hours. GRRR!
As I keep forgetting to mention, I was rehired at Ste. Marie over the weekend. I guess someone left and they had an opening. It surprised me because when I asked to be put on the waiting list at SMATH the response I got seemed to be of the "well, let's humour her and say yes, but not do it" variety. so I start work on April 30th but I'll finish in August around the 25th or so--which means I might be able to go to Vancouver to help Judith move out there. which would kick ass.
My mom has pink hair. She had it highlighted for a ball her and dad have to go to next month but the hairdresser put in waaay too many streaks that all turned this orangey-colour, so Mom had her tone it down a shade--which made it look even more orange. So she dyed it semi-permanently at home last night, which turned it a bright, almost fuscia pink-red. The funny thing is, it doesn't look bad--but mom, being 45, doesn't feel comfortable with it at all. She was crying last night. She was going back to the hairdresser today and I got an email saying that it had all turned to a purple-red now. The poor woman. this is the first time she's ever dyed her hair, too.
Angie seems to be mad at me. Gravity and I went to trivia last night, intending to meet Ang, Dwayne, Matt, and whomever else there, but when they got there, they said "hi" (and that's all) and went into the other room (non-smoking section) and didn't talk to us for the whole night. They left without saying goodbye, too. I didn't even know they were gone until Gravity came back from paying our bill and said, "Did they come say goodbye?" I almost lost it then (she's supposed to be my best friend) but I've been holding it in and mostly I feel numb. What can I do in a situation like this? Do nothing--I haven't done anything wrong. Call and find out what's going on--but it was made pretty clear to me last night that I am not cared about. You don't just not say goodbye to someone who is supposed to be your best friend and is sitting in a booth beside the door when you haven't talked to her all night unless you're mad. but why?
why?
-Rhiannon "these eyes are crying these eyes are crying these eyes have seen a lot of love but they'll never see another woman like I had in you..."