Cigarettes & chocolate milk

It's been a long weekend... complete with work and Grandmom's birthday party and all the fun a girl could ever dream of having. I guess to me, the weekend ends once I spend a full day in work or in school.

Today was work. It wasn't so bad. I don't really mind my job but I don't really like it. I don't make enough to make staying there really worth it but I make too much to make finding a new job a priority. I suppose it would seem better to me if I felt like I was actually making some progress in the CA$H program or if I knew that there was going to be something bigger/better waiting for me there. As far as I can tell, there isn't and the CA$H program is a load of "hoo-ha Tuesday."

Tomorrow is school. It should be mildly amusing... it's a statutory Monday for one thing... not that that really changes my schedule much at all. It basically means that instead of my family law class stretching from 2:30 until 4:20 it will only be from 2:30 until 3:20. However, this makes very little difference to me since I'm there until 10:10 no matter if tomorrow is a Monday or a Wednesday.

I've had a more than decent amount of coffee in the past few days... It's been refreshing to go out for coffee again though. It's something I've had as a part of my routine for so long that it feels only natural but now it's different but still somewhat familiar. I've hit up Coffee Works down in Voorhees a couple of times but I've only gone to Three Beans once. I haven't done the D2 at all except for the run from work today and Wawa is now my coffee buddy which I never was quite into before. I have a tendancy to get Starbucks at school but that's because I haven't quite developed a taste for the sludge the school calls coffee nor do I feel a buring desire to explore the great city of Camden for a cup of coffee. Unfortunately, I can't see my habit decreasing now that I have some good company to share in it on what seem like endlessly pleasant evenings but oh well. I haven't heard of too many people dying of coffee overload lately. My pockets will probably empty long before that happens. I'm not sure why I feel the need to analyze my coffee habit.

Friendships that wax and wane have pervaded my life and it seems that yet another has reopened itself. Interesting to note but I really just wanted to put down that random sentence that popped into my head. It is true though.

I'm already missing having Aud, Christine, & Lis nearby. Lauren I feel like I haven't seen in ages. It's strange to me that I recieved a message on Facebook asking me for my contact information so that I can keep informed about my high school class's 5 year reunion.

The question asked by the Mafia and by the few others I still speak to from high school was the obvious: Do we (the royal we of course because none of us are lemmings, we are all free-thinking self-sufficient individuals) want to go?

My vote is no. I don't talk to most of my class for a reason. I didn't and probably still don't have anything in common with them. Yes, there are a few individuals that I'd like to reconnect with but I somehow don't think that they'd show up at a reunion so what's the point of going? To parade around gawking at one another as if we're at a junior high dance? No thanks. I pretty much know what's going on in people's lives if I'm interested enough to know or I could find out easily enough. And sometimes when I don't even care, I know way too much. *Shrug*