I worked so much overtime, I can't believe it. I'm like giddy that I don't have to work tonight or tomorrow (so instead I've been working on my site). I am just salivating for this check (too bad I'll be at the dentist for the cavities on the other side of my mouth on payday next week). I'm saving up for a nice downpayment on a slightly used Saturn SL2, and I want to hit a certain number in my savings before I take any out, because it might be a while until I see that number again. I'm going to screencap that shit.

This month I will have been at my job for one year. I wish I'd get some kind of cool prize or something. Or, like, a raise.

The weekend of July 12th a few of us went to Charleston, so here's the recap for that, from my livejournal.

"So on Friday, Steph and Chris arrived from Auburn, and off we went to Charleston. They are very interested in cars. I found myself paying more attention to cars that usual. I'm like tofu.

"We got to the ghetto-ass Howard Johson on Dorchester Road and reunited with Alison K., Amy, and Julie H., and put our stuff away. Then we went to Matt's. Matt lives in a typical wooden Charleston ghetto house but with more trees around than most. The lessons were on the upper floor, which was unoccupied and thence had no AC. No AC, you get it? You have to understand, I hate hot weather and I love AC (as Julie knows, having watched me bask joyously in front of the AC unit at the hotel). So after Alison and I were left with Matt, we had our lesson, in an empty sunny room with white walls and a wooden floor. There were cicadas outside where it was otherwise quiet (I guess the drug dealers were asleep/passed out/elsewhere). There was a spider on the wall. I should have asked Matt to kill it, because that would have been hot. But it was already hot enough, I guess. [teenage-girlish gushes about eyes and hands excised due to length]

"So, the lesson. Think about it. At least Alison knew what she was doing. I can't read music and last played, like, recorder in 3rd grade. I also hate math! And I am a perfectionist! And I hate not understanding things! So imagine, there I am with no AC with the man on whom I have a enervating crush, who happens to live the tin whistle. Wow, I deserve a medal. So I kept getting whiny when I hit a sour note, which was a lot, and also I could not pay attention to what he was saying (for one he'd told us to feel special because he'd actually taken a shower for us that day) and I kept trying not to laugh. Then the others came back, Matt detonated Amy's ovaries unwittingly (or not!) with Eye Thing, we gossiped a bit, Matt wrote Alison some music and a note in my quote book. When we were talking about roaches, I brought up how much I hated ants, and Matt said Lauren Duffie hates ants too. He told me she wanted to say hi to me, plus he had to take her to work and then go to rehearsal, so we went to the porch to see her and paid Matt his blood money. They suggested that we go to see Hedwig that night at EyeSpy on East Bay, because Lauren was House Manager there.

"We ate at T-Bonz and also found a note from Gretchen on Amy's car, and moments later saw her and Kim (she and?) driving by. We made vague plans for Saturday evening.

"So after we were at the hotel for a bit, we went to the performance. And of course, before we could get out of the car, who parks next to us but Matt and some chick. Argh. Anyway, feeling stupid, we went upstairs and got our tickets from Lauren and went in and sat down. It was an artsy place. The show was interesting. It was meant to be as if this was the actual band playing, yet at the same time they incorporated major parts of the musical/play/whatever it is. If you didn't know too much about it, you could get the idea but some stuff was confusing. It was compelling enough to keep me from looking at the back of Matt's head too often, even. (Arsh, as Laura says.) Matt got a weird "shout out" in the show too, as I have mentioned previously in this LJ.

"I had the brilliant idea to get Lauren to sign my program, since she was in it. She apparently was not aware of this fact. So she signed it "I am an Anne girl! Lauren Duffie." She has great handwriting. She was also apparently unaware that I was a Matt girl which boggles the mind. But she did say "I had a crush on Ward in 1994. The smart ones move on to Matt." "...Yes," was all I could say in reply.

"After that I think we just went back to the hotel."

I meant to recount the rest of the weekend but I never got around to it. Really, people, the work I did last month.

I am also finally learning to drive. I'm doing pretty okay at that. I'm careful, and aware, but I'm kind of a spaz. Oh! And in the realm of mail order, I got two tin whistles, the Dock Street 2001 CDs from Nick (oooooooh, those are nice), and a "Sleater-Kinney is for Lovers" shirt. They're coming to the Variety Playhouse on October 23! And I'm going to visit Brooke at NYU in early November and see Jump at the Village Underground. I am so excited, I could just puke.