SIgh

I spontaneously signed up for a pottery class last month. The idea of it sounded fun and amusing and was a very nice gift from the parents ((mostly it was to get the parents to stop suggesting that i go to a class to meet people)). Well here we are now and the class is tonight and I really am not looking forward to it.

Mostly because of the how 6 pm to 9 pm block of time and I have work the following morning at 5 am. Also because after 40 hours of dealing with the general public bullshit ((its extra bullshit right now because the goddamn holiday season)), I do not want to be around anyone standing on two legs.

All I am hoping for this is that I can turn on my ear buds and just listen to my music, hopefully not falling asleep into the chunk of clay.

I think once I actually get there, it will not be that bad. Its always a process of getting to the places. Very rarely does the event turn out that badly that I regret it. Normally it turns out fine. I just have to get my happy ass over there in order to be fine.

I think the one event that I willingly signed up for was the blasted christmas work party. Which I may still pull out of because I already despise half the people at that job, why would i celebrate any holiday festivities with them when I see them for 40 hours? Also I dont want to sit there and watch the management cheer for each other when they win all the prizes and raffles while the employees get a thank you bag of tic tacs and used bubble gum. ((classic heres a pizza party instead of a raise event)).

So yeah I may dip out on that non sense.

Well – update

I turn into a fucking gremlin after 7pm and I would rather chew on a bowl of broken glass than to be anywhere but my own bed.

The pottery class was fine, just not all into it because of how late it was an i am not one to be out side the four walls of my bedroom after 6pm.

So after having existential dread filled crisises, I managed to make – some thing. At the end of the day it may very well end up being my rum and coke glass.

Sigh.