First of all, the house is quiet and I am more than bored.

Let's continue:

Perks of working in a bookstore:
*Jem--finally woken
*MTV2 Presents--(short list) [includes: jem, the killers, franz ferdinand, tv on the radio, air, wilco, the streets, etc]
*Ben Harper & the Blind Boys of Alabama--there will be a light

Checked out:
*Best Travel Writing 2004
*The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

Those are the promos i took home today. There are two Tom Petty promos just waiting for me. calling my name... I was so sad, but I had to leave them both there today--it was like forsaking my own flesh and blood. I swear it will never happen again.

At present, I'm waiting for the sister to come back from this Christmas party my dad tried to guilt me into going to after I got out of work. There aren't many things I want to do after I get out of work--I'll keep my innocent image by not saying what those few things are--and going to a Christmas party isn't one of them. Tomorrow morning, I hear they're coming here after they get out of church and picking us up. We'll spend the day at their house--I'm not exactly sure what they do, but we'll find out. Jassen will come later in the day and maybe we'll make it out toward Detroit to see the mother. Otherwise, there is the family gathering on Sunday.

The best thing about working are the customers who walk through the store speaking languages I can't understand all the way. Today, an older couple was speaking russian when I was putting away books in the Psychology nook. I tihnk that might be the next language I look into learning--maybe French, but Russian seems like more fun.


Also: Can you tell me where you guys keep the [oversized] books?
Yes, sir. They are right next to the Red Book section.


Fuckin' a. I lost the hummus recipe already. The best hummus on earth, and I lose the recipe. Figures.