Wed, May 21
... At least I know
It's interesting how much of a response my
last entry got. I thought I was the only one who felt that way about being touched. It's interesting how people try to make it not sound so "bad," though. Myself included. There's just some sort of a shame about it, almost. Like we don't want to admit that we need the security of touch.
Anyways... I'll hopefully be getting a phone call about a job tonight. I dropped off a resume last week, and then went back and talked to the manager today. She was apparently impressed enough with me and my initiative that she said that she'd call me in the next couple of days. So hopefully I'll get a job there--that would be such a blessing. I need this job, and I just hope and pray that it works out.
Gah. Feeling sick. I haven't felt like this for a while, but I was standing in the bookstore this afternoon, and I felt like I was going to pass out. I still feel pretty blah, although it's a bit better, since I had a Jugo Juice and got some sugar into my system.
Okay. I'm seriously going to fall over, and I'm just sitting, I'm not even standing. I've got to go lie down for a few minutes.
One year ago today: Her dress was very simple and "Shannon-ish"... very not a girly-girl, poofy, princessy dress. It was floor-length, no train, and had a layer of kind of sheer fabric with silver threads woven through it, over top of the dress. It was an empire waist, with a sparkly row of something right under the bust, and the top layer of the dress opened up at the waist and flowed out (kind of a medieval-ish look). The sleeves went to her elbow, and then opened up and flowed down from there... it's hard to describe, but she was radiant. Yes, I know that's a stereotype, but it's true.
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posted at 6:20 p.m.
