"I guess the joke was for that side of the table."

So Friday at work was little more than a huge gossip session. Of course, I sat idly by, because that's what I do here, and soaked up the information in a way comparable to a sponge.

Here's a funny word: expunge.

They talked of the guy who used to work here and how they think he's making a huge mistake marrying this girl right after graduation. Seriously- he's getting married the day after graduation. What a weekend. But that's not what they were upset about. They were all going on about how this girl's not right to him, and how her parents don't like him, and how it's not going to work out because they want different things. And I'm sitting there thinking, 'Man, they really know this guy well.' I wondered if any of them tried to say anything to him about this supposedly huge mistake he's about to make.

So I asked.

And they all shook their heads and said that's "he's too far gone" and "wouldn't listen if we tried". But here's the thing: you never tried. And you could have very well prevented a divorce.

But no. Instead you gossip about how awful it's going to turn out. Now if you had told him, and he rebuked you, THEN you can say it's all going to you know where. But if you never said anything...

I just don't think that's right. I would tell my friends if I thought they were making a huge mistake.
But then again, I'm brutally honest. And other people...aren't.

And then they proceeded to talk about our head controller, who's been on leave since I've been here. Apparently, she has this weird accent. I asked where she was from and had to spend the rest of the conversation pretending to know where Lebanon was.

Just kidding.
(But seriously.)

I couldn't get to sleep until about 2 last night. It tends to happen when the following things take place:
1) I drink "herbal tea" before bed. I didn't know Bigelow's "English Teatime" had about as much caffiene as a cup of coffee! Well, I guess I did know because I found that out when I looked on the back of the box under "caffiene content", but it didn't influence my decision, for some reason. I guess I really wanted tea. And then I left it in the microwave for some time, so it got HEAVILY infused with strongness (strength?) and then I proceeded to read a big chunk of my book. It FINALLY has a plot!
2) I get too excited about going home. Pattern shopping, sewing, brisk walks at night, seeing my FIRENZ, Thanksgiving dinner, fire building, stacking firewood... Truth be told, I was mainly thinking about things I would wear on certain occassions. Yes, I have been looking at ModCloth waaaaaaay too much. But yeah- I figure if I'm going to be a designer, I should probably start dressing like one. Doncha just love my earthy logic?

"Logic's a guy who oughta empty his pockets."
-Swimming Pool; The Submarines

Great line, terrible song.

I did get the opportunity to print off my entire blog yesterday. My "technology fee allowance" went from around $66 to about $20. In one night. It was epic. And I walked out of there carrying a binder full of goodness. I was so happy, and so I spent over an hour and a half reliving 8th grade. And I miss it. Hence my Facebook status. So punching 3-ring holes in all of it will be a project for next week. I didn't want to raise too many eyebrows at the library. Excessive printing and hole-punching thereforewithcaused tends to be frowned upon.

What's red and smells like blue paint?

Red paint,
T.T.