I Wake Pies and Make the Dead.

Hello. My nam is Ned. Uh, you can call me the Pie Maker because I bake pies for a living. I'm the owner of The Pie Hole. The name says it all. It's a shop where I solely sell pies. I'm not exactly the touchy-feeling type of guy. Unless I need to touch the...

[gingeralehux]

“All remaining

           SYSTEMS will bow

                       to the FIRST ORDER.”

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And there goes my bloody evening.  

I’ve cried for over an hour because the man I loved, the one man I felt comfortable around, decided we best end it right here and now. 

I forgot how much it hurt… 

Gods… It really hurts.

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Sigh. This is what happens during a holiday from work.

I made a Star Wars blog.

Why….

Pooooooorquuuuuuuuue!?

Fuck. 

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Ugh. Lesson planning. More lesson planning. Grading assignments. Wanting to rip my hair out. 

Thank god the Winter Break is coming up and I’ll have a bit of freedom starting at 4:00 p.m. on 18 December. 

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Ugh. Just two more weeks before the students can be released for Winter Break.

Freedom.... I can wait. Kind of. Not really. 

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Watching Man of Steel with mum, and I make a comment about General Zod being on his man period, and all mum does is laugh at me.

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I hate planning for this module. It’s so difficult and quite possibly the biggest pain in my arse to deal with because it’s not a real course. All of us (the instructors) are on different pages because we teach different grade-levels. 

Ugh.... I want my Turkey weeklong holiday back, dammit! 

[ibakepiesforaliving]

Soooo, I spent Thanksgiving with my novio’s family. I stuffed my face with tons of cauliflower casserole and creamed corn casserole. I overdid it with dessert. I’m just glad they had a crap ton of veg-friendly foodstuffs for this lil’ Pigmy Elephant. 

I hate finding out shitty stuff, though. I found out my maternal grandmother’s twin sister passed away yesterday and I’m all sorts of heartbroken because she was the person I wanted to get to know the most since my maternal grandmother passed away before I was born/adopted. 

I’ll be taking a teaching certification exam tomorrow for ESL and possibly making a difficult drive down for the funeral home visitation. 

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Time for that back-to-back dentist and eye appointment. 

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She offered him a warm smile, nodding. “Pear pie is my favorite, so I do consider myself lucky that you have one in store. And yes, it pairs well with Gruyere cheese, I believe.”

Her eyes followed his movements for a bit, before she grabbed her small notebook and continued the drawing on it while he remained quiet. As soon as words erupted from his lips again, she offered him her attention once again. “Many pass us by month by month, it is a very plausible probability.”

“Anything that troubles a hard working mind is something to take into consideration, I believe. Sometimes strangers are the best ones to talk to, if you’d like. If not, well, we can just go on with our day. I’ll eat my delicious pie and drink my coffee while I work, and you’ll eat your ice cream alone. That doesn’t seem fun to me.”

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“I might have some Gruyere cheese. You’re not the only customer with excellent pairing taste. That’s what Chuck would say, and she’s very rarely wrong,” he agreed as he slid the slice of pie over first. 

Next came the coffee. Anything to keep his hands busy. 

The Pie Maker finally poured the coffee and set it alongside the woman’s order, milk and sugar pushed towards her, too. 

“I guess, but what about the large ones? Those don’t seem to fly by us very often.”

He set a fork and small spoon with a napkin near her to complete the setup. A small smile tugged at his lips. At least he could have some semblance of happiness when serving a customer. “Well, it’s more along the lines of a ranting crazy person, so that’s why I’d rather not lay down my problems on a customer. I’m probably overreacting, too.” 

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He still wasn’t used to having company over at the apartment. 

Well, he was, sort of used to it, but never a customer. 

Unless Emerson counted, but he didn’t count because he was an acquaintance, and acquaintances didn’t count.

Ned awkwardly rummaged through the DVDs in the shelf as he searched for his Star Wars films. Glancing at Ixto, he gave him that painful looking grin, the one where he felt like he wanted to disappear because he was one-hundred percent rubbish at socialising with people or entertaining people. The Pie Hole customers didn’t count either. A lot of people didn’t count. 

“Alright, so we’re watching the original trilogy first,” he stated as he finally pulled A New Hope from the shelf. 

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Olivia had no idea what the male was blabering about, but she could tell he thought his life was over at the moment. Offering a sympathetic smile, she nodded.

“Slice of pear pie, a small coffee, please. Can I get you a spoon for your ice cream, or company? Because you surely do look like the sky is about to fall down on top of you, and I’m an expert in those situations.”

Ned, always the melodramatic pie maker that he was, offered her a smile that looked more like a grimace. “Lucky you. Baked one last night before closing. Used a mix of Anjou pears and red pears. A bit of contrast with flavours. Pairs well with cheese, or so Chuck tells me.” 

Slipping on his trademark apron, the Pie Maker busied himself with pulling the pie from the display case and putting himself to work with preparing his only morning customer’s order. “The sky falling down is an impossibility unless we’re talking about deadly meteors falling from the sky. But yeah. You could say it’s one of those days,” he stated as he got the coffee maker started. 

It slowly dawned on him that he had been rambling earlier, so he tried his best to perk up. “It’s fine. Really. Rough start to the morning. Just joking around. I might have over-exaggerated a bit. Or a lot. Depends on how you’d view the situation.” 

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[ibakepiesforaliving]

“I’m late opening the shop and honestly, I could care less right now. I’m going to sit myself in the kitchen and eat a tub of ice cream. At least I can find solace in the fact my secret is out and I’m a dead man, but at least my last meal will be ice cream,” he lamented as he unwound the the scarf from his neck and set it aside on the coat rack. Next came the thick, wool peacoat as it joined the scarf on the rack.

“So, what can I get you?” 

[ibakepiesforaliving]

Ugh. Adulting. Posted grades for the suddenly sprung Progress Report. I’m still unamused by the Registrar’s sudden announcement the day before we all go on holiday. Downtown received many complaints for the lack of telling educators throughout the district about the two week progress report instead of the usual three week progress report. 

Hoping all my grades ended up being posted because I have no idea what the hell I’m doing with that grading system. 

Now... to relax, get shitfaced drunk, and cuddle with my cats.