(verb) to make a speech loudly and violently and theatrically.
It’s been an interesting week. I don’t think I will be at the place I’m staying at too long. I got three good nights of sleep and two okayish nights, and the two okayish nights weren’t because of other people’s noise so on the major indicator of whether the move was a success or not (which for me is sleep) it was okay. But there’s a lot of 17-18 year old people there often and I don’t think it is a place I will ever feel too comfortable. Plus I don’t think I would be able to stay there on the weekend without being seriously sleep deprived. I also feel like I’m putting them out because I have a nine-five job so I go to bed about 10:30pm while no-one else does so they are trying to be quieter for me.
It’s like a whole different world in a way. I guess I am a pretty middle class kind of person, with middle class values, niceties, eat your vegetables, work hard kinda stuff. So it’s like a different culture in a way. It’s interesting. It’s sad. Metaphorically I feel like I’m some kind of person who wants to flee the city for the relative safety of the suburbs, where everyone is white and nice. (Remember I’m speaking metaphorically.) I wish I was some outgoing person so I could make a difference there but I’m not so I think I will just run. But not yet, I’ll give it a few more weeks.
I guess I’m kind of jealous in some ways. They all have their friends and seem to do nothing more then hang out all day. And party at night. Seems like fun. Something I wish I was doing when I was on my summer holidays when I had just finished school.
I had a good week at work. I still really enjoy my job, and the challenges it brings up. I haven’t faced up to my biggest challenge yet, which is parallel parking. I’m scared I’m going to have to do it sometime. Parking really scares me after I scraped a car back near the start of the year. I’m thinking of getting driving lessons just to practice my parallel parking, which I have not attempted in the three years and four months since I got my license. My editor was being really encouraging last week, which was good.
I want to a church down there on Sunday night. It was interesting. I had read about chickified churches but I had never been to one this bad before. The walls were hot pink, orange and lavender blueish colour and all the songs were love songs to Jesus. “Draw me close to you, never let me go…” and “I’m lost without you, I’m desperate for you.” I was wondering if places like this were just a cliché people always talked about but there wasn’t actually any of them. At least we didn’t all have to hold hands with a sweaty stranger, which has happened twice at a certain large church that will remain nameless….