Well, there’s plenty to talk about now. Life has been far from ordinary the past few days. Since Sunday, I’ve been over at my aunt and uncle’s house, taking care of their house and dog while they are away in B.C. This is day four, and I’m already bushed. Mostly it’s because I keep waking up at horribly early hours of the morning for no apparent reason. You know how it is – strange house, strange bed. I’ve always had problems sleeping when I’m not at home in my own bed.
Anyways, I wasn’t entirely sure whether I wanted to take on this job at first. They get back on the 30th, and since I move into university on the 3rd of September, it doesn’t give me as much time for getting stuff together and packed and ready to go. However, since I’ve been doing that for the past few months, there’s not really much more to do in that area. Also, the second reason why not to take on the job would be the dog. I’m allergic to dogs. In the past, I’ve gone over to their house and sneezed my head off because of Nikki. She sheds like a dandelion in the wind. And if I don’t stock up on my allergy medication, I generally can’t stop sneezing, and my eyes get all itchy and watery. It’s not fun.
But then again, I get an entire house all to myself for a week and a half. And that’s not bad. Plus, before they left, they stocked up the fridge and freezer to the brim – I have about six weeks’ worth of food to eat in one week. I guess I had better get started. Plus, getting out of my own house is sort of a gentle transition to the whole switch to university life. I’m getting used to not being at home, and it’s much easier to do it when you’re about a ten minute drive away from your home anyways. So I said yes. I figured all I would have to do is keep downing my allergy pills, and then I’d be fine. And so far, it’s been working.
I’ve had a great time being away from home. Of course, as I type this, I’m sitting in front of my computer at home, because I’m waiting for the load of laundry to finish. But that’s beside the point. For the most part, I’ve been sitting around and watching TV, plus eating food. Jordan also has his four guitars at home, so I’m going to have to play those sometime. I haven’t really gotten around to that yet – I’ve been busy with work and stuff. My day off was yesterday, but Kim called me up and said I could come over for dinner. I figured that anything that she could cook would be better than anything I could cook, so I readily agreed. I think Nikki’s feeling pretty lonely, though, so I might have to tone down on the whole going-out-on-the-town thing a bit. I came home two nights ago after work at just after midnight, and Nikki came to greet me. She then took one sniff of me, turned and ran, and then started barking. Great. Of course, it was because I smelled like popcorn, and so she didn’t recognize me. That was interesting. I spent most of the night under the watchful eye of a dog. She laid down at the top of the stairs once I went to bed and just watched me. And then I came home last night, and she started acting all weird. She didn’t bark or anything, but she just sort of stared at me. I tried to convince her that it was just me, but she looked suspicious. Then I remembered that I had been petting Kim’s cat. Right. Then it all made sense. I washed my hands really well, let her sniff me again, and then went to bed. She came downstairs and laid down on the floor beside the couch. What a nice dog.
So yeah, things have been interesting – not so much that I’ve been having a riot, but more that it’s just completely different from my normal routine. It’s good, though. Routines are nice, but sometimes you just need to switch it up a bit. I mean, I still get to be a slob, wearing the same clothes around the house for just way too long, and not having to smell very nice – but at least I get to do it in someone else’s house for a change. Okay, okay. That last bit was a lie. I always smell good.
Anyways, with that said, the dryer just finished, and so I must be going. Before heading off to work for 4:45 PM, I need to have something to eat. Day three of shepherd’s pie from a box, here I come. It’s a shame, really, having all this food. On the counter in the kitchen, there’s five different kinds of cookies; in the fridge and freezer, there is food of every kind imaginable; in the bar thing down in the basement, there are bags of chips, about four kinds of pop, and granola bars, plus a whole bunch of candy and stuff. It’s crazy. I think they’re trying to fatten me up for winter. I guess I’ll need it once I transform into the starving university student I’m soon to become. Of course, when I’m there, I’ll have a nice cafeteria with chefs to cook for me. And that, my friends, is the life. Successful careers, loving spouses, fame and fortune are all nice, but if you can find someone to cook for you, you have it made. My goal is to find someone to marry during university so that she can just start cooking for me right away – then I never actually have to learn to cook. It’s the perfect plan. Unfortunately, that type of thinking is probably the reason I’m still single. Perhaps I should be more subtle about the subject instead of introducing myself, “Hi, I’m Jeff. Do you cook?” Hmm…