Thursday, May 29, 2008
looking up
Things’re finally smoothing out from the past few weeks. The roommate's all moved out, and I’m definitely living with Esme, there was a scare that it wouldn’t happen for a bit. My car is fixed, and I’ve got two new tires. I’m finally registered for my painting class that’s going to start soon, exciting! I’m back on good terms with the Lampasas folk, not that there were bad terms, just lack of terms. We found a white bunny on our porch (that’s good luck right?) and we’re keeping it in a cooler until we find it a home. It’s really cute, but I still miss Beethoven. The trip to New York at the end of the summer is looking more and more like it’s going to happen. I talked to Mom today and she’s totally game for going. It’ll be awesome if it works out. I also think I have that second job I need so badly. I’m back to being pretty up beat. I'm still having trouble with the birth control, but I'm going to go into Walgreens when I get back to San Marcos and see if they'll order my old shit. I've been bleeding for way too long, sorry if that's too much information, but I'm a vulgar girl at times. So other than that, and the fact that I don't have any kitchenware, I'm back to a good place.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
blarg
So lately I've been stressed out for many reasons:
Birth control - I was on this one brand for a year and it worked perfectly. Unfortunately for me the clinic didn't have that brand this last time, but offered to write the script so I could obtain it from a pharmacy. Thanks Walgreens, for your generic shit. I should've just taken what the clinic had. Now I'm on my period two weeks too early, and I'm sure I'll get it again when I'm really supposed to. The worst part is that I can't afford to buy tampons for two periods a month. Not to mention I get touchy during these red days and my feelings are easily hurt which makes the following a bigger deal than it is.
My roommate, or should I say roommates - I've lived with this chick for a year and haven't had one real conversation with her. Thankfully she's moving out, but before the relief I'm living in a hell made of cardboard boxes. Not only is all her shit strewn about the apartment, but her boyfriend's as well. The boyfriend moved out of his apartment and is now living here, which isn't much different from this past year, but all of his stuff has joined him. I feel like I'm scaling mountains just to get back to my room. It seems she's forgotten that I do still live here, as I came home to one of her boxes blocking my door yesterday. It still hasn't been moved from the cubby space I shoved it into, hoping she would notice the annoyance, while trying to get into my room. The other morning I also saw Esmeralda's (you'll get to know this crazy girl pretty well) and my muffin pan packed away with the rest of her kitchenware. Don't think so, bitch. I took it out and it's now in hiding under my bed. She's not scheduled to move out until after June, according to my friend who works in the office, but it seems like she'll be outta here sooner than that. I can only hope. I'll snap some pictures tomorrow to show you what I'm dealing with.
The one I have to get back - This doesn't stress me out as much as it depresses me. I've fallen for this boy who's now thousands of miles away. We worked together this past semester, but I found out about the two deadly Gs: girlfriend and graduating, so I never pursued anything. He invited me to his graduation party, and I'm not one to pass up free Zeigenbock. At the end of the night, which by then was very early morning, he confessed his feelings for me. It was a short affair since he graduated and left the following week, but one that convinced me there's definitely something there that I don't want to lose. I stay in just to talk to him on IM at night and when I don't get to I don't feel right. He's always on my mind and every text I get disappoints me when it's not him. I'm hoping to make my way to NY at the end of the summer, and in doing so I might have a chance to see him. Call me a hopeless romantic.
Drama - I have a large group of friends, so this is inevitable, but damn, it gets on my nerves. Get over it.
Computer virus - I have a virus on my computer and it just fucks up the net. I'll get it fixed soon, though.
Jeffrey - This is my car, a '97 Honda Accord. He falls apart sometimes, and it makes my life that much harder. This past X.mas Eve his transmission blew, thanks for the Merry Christmas, Jeffrey. His undercarriage came loose this time, not as big of a problem as the transmission, but enough to get to me, and was dragging for a few days, (so that's what that noise was!). It's now ghetto rigged with wire until I make it home for Dad and his shop boys to fix. I need to stop running over curbs.
No green - I'm looking for a second job. Been clean for about two weeks, aka way too long.
Money - I don't have any. I paid the full amount on my credit card that was due, forgetting that I hadn't paid my water and electricity bill. Fuck, I think I have $20, if that, to my name. This is the reason for the job hunting. I'm desperate for some hefty pay checks, Aquarena doesn't cut it. I even applied at Bikinis Bar and Grill (search it) if that gives you a better picture on just how desperate I am.
Birth control - I was on this one brand for a year and it worked perfectly. Unfortunately for me the clinic didn't have that brand this last time, but offered to write the script so I could obtain it from a pharmacy. Thanks Walgreens, for your generic shit. I should've just taken what the clinic had. Now I'm on my period two weeks too early, and I'm sure I'll get it again when I'm really supposed to. The worst part is that I can't afford to buy tampons for two periods a month. Not to mention I get touchy during these red days and my feelings are easily hurt which makes the following a bigger deal than it is.
My roommate, or should I say roommates - I've lived with this chick for a year and haven't had one real conversation with her. Thankfully she's moving out, but before the relief I'm living in a hell made of cardboard boxes. Not only is all her shit strewn about the apartment, but her boyfriend's as well. The boyfriend moved out of his apartment and is now living here, which isn't much different from this past year, but all of his stuff has joined him. I feel like I'm scaling mountains just to get back to my room. It seems she's forgotten that I do still live here, as I came home to one of her boxes blocking my door yesterday. It still hasn't been moved from the cubby space I shoved it into, hoping she would notice the annoyance, while trying to get into my room. The other morning I also saw Esmeralda's (you'll get to know this crazy girl pretty well) and my muffin pan packed away with the rest of her kitchenware. Don't think so, bitch. I took it out and it's now in hiding under my bed. She's not scheduled to move out until after June, according to my friend who works in the office, but it seems like she'll be outta here sooner than that. I can only hope. I'll snap some pictures tomorrow to show you what I'm dealing with.
The one I have to get back - This doesn't stress me out as much as it depresses me. I've fallen for this boy who's now thousands of miles away. We worked together this past semester, but I found out about the two deadly Gs: girlfriend and graduating, so I never pursued anything. He invited me to his graduation party, and I'm not one to pass up free Zeigenbock. At the end of the night, which by then was very early morning, he confessed his feelings for me. It was a short affair since he graduated and left the following week, but one that convinced me there's definitely something there that I don't want to lose. I stay in just to talk to him on IM at night and when I don't get to I don't feel right. He's always on my mind and every text I get disappoints me when it's not him. I'm hoping to make my way to NY at the end of the summer, and in doing so I might have a chance to see him. Call me a hopeless romantic.
Drama - I have a large group of friends, so this is inevitable, but damn, it gets on my nerves. Get over it.
Computer virus - I have a virus on my computer and it just fucks up the net. I'll get it fixed soon, though.
Jeffrey - This is my car, a '97 Honda Accord. He falls apart sometimes, and it makes my life that much harder. This past X.mas Eve his transmission blew, thanks for the Merry Christmas, Jeffrey. His undercarriage came loose this time, not as big of a problem as the transmission, but enough to get to me, and was dragging for a few days, (so that's what that noise was!). It's now ghetto rigged with wire until I make it home for Dad and his shop boys to fix. I need to stop running over curbs.
No green - I'm looking for a second job. Been clean for about two weeks, aka way too long.
Money - I don't have any. I paid the full amount on my credit card that was due, forgetting that I hadn't paid my water and electricity bill. Fuck, I think I have $20, if that, to my name. This is the reason for the job hunting. I'm desperate for some hefty pay checks, Aquarena doesn't cut it. I even applied at Bikinis Bar and Grill (search it) if that gives you a better picture on just how desperate I am.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
hello, it's me
So I have a blog that I write in when I'm usually feeling pretty low. I figured it was time to start a more light hearted collection, not to mention I have a lot to rant about as of lately. So I'll introduce myself here in this post in order for you all to get a feel for who I am and my life situation.
I live in the hot lonestar and sometimes lonely state of Texas. I've been wondering around Texas State University for the past couple years trying to figure things out, and there hasn't been much advancement in the discovery. Before my oblivious college wanderings, I resided in a small town that a hand full of people come across every blue moon. I lived there 18 years of my life, and, mind you, I'm only 20. So I'm happy to be away from that pocket sized limbo, where no one really knows what's going on, with the exception of maybe five people (and that's being generous).
My parents are still together, and I have a younger sister of 16. My parents are definitely two of the coolest people I know, and I wouldn't want anyone else. They both run their own businesses, but work hand in hand. Mom's a drafter and Dad's a stone carver. My mom also loves talking politics, and my dad loves ignoring when she does. My sister is going through her teenage phase of "I'm always right even though I don't know shit" stage, but we've all been there. Since I live about two hours away (not far at all, I know) I don't talk to those kids much. I'm terrible with keeping in touch, and I can't talk on the phone for too long. I do manage to visit once every month or two, and I think that's enough for all of us.
I live in an apartment right on campus, which helps on saving gas. I work at the Aquarena Center, formerly known as Aquarena Springs where Ralph the swimming pig dove many a time for human entertainment - we're a sick breed. I drive the glass bottom boats and give educational tours to school groups. I love my job, but I don't make the money that would justify why I've been there for about a year and a half. When I'm not working or attending school I'm usually hanging out with my ridiculous friends, playing on the computer, or kickin' it at the river.
I'm pretty good at drawing and all of that art crap, and might switch my major over to studio art, we'll see. It's currently communication design, but I'm not sure how passionate I am about that media. I usually draw pretty realistic stuff, but I like the abstract too. I'm also interested in photography, especially after the traditional photography class that I took where I learned to develop my own film and prints. That shit's pretty cool, and a form of art in itself for sure. My professor once said that it's the closest one can get to magic, and I think I agree.
I have a rat named Beethoven, and he brings me a lot of joy. He's a Fancy Rat breed and is white with a gray head and spot on his back. He's addicted to yogurt treats, but we've started an intervention. He's got a badass cage that I hide away in my closet, but don't worry, it has sliding mirror doors that I usually keep open. The cage is three stories so he can bring home tons of bitches. I still hope to teach him some tricks, but I don't know how likely that is. He keeps me company when I'm low, and I give him food when he's hungry, it's a healthy relationship. Aditionally, I have two betas, Egor and Jerico, and an angel wing begonia (that's a plant for you ignorant folk).
So there's way more information than you probably cared to know, but that gives some insight to where I'm at right now.
I live in the hot lonestar and sometimes lonely state of Texas. I've been wondering around Texas State University for the past couple years trying to figure things out, and there hasn't been much advancement in the discovery. Before my oblivious college wanderings, I resided in a small town that a hand full of people come across every blue moon. I lived there 18 years of my life, and, mind you, I'm only 20. So I'm happy to be away from that pocket sized limbo, where no one really knows what's going on, with the exception of maybe five people (and that's being generous).
My parents are still together, and I have a younger sister of 16. My parents are definitely two of the coolest people I know, and I wouldn't want anyone else. They both run their own businesses, but work hand in hand. Mom's a drafter and Dad's a stone carver. My mom also loves talking politics, and my dad loves ignoring when she does. My sister is going through her teenage phase of "I'm always right even though I don't know shit" stage, but we've all been there. Since I live about two hours away (not far at all, I know) I don't talk to those kids much. I'm terrible with keeping in touch, and I can't talk on the phone for too long. I do manage to visit once every month or two, and I think that's enough for all of us.
I live in an apartment right on campus, which helps on saving gas. I work at the Aquarena Center, formerly known as Aquarena Springs where Ralph the swimming pig dove many a time for human entertainment - we're a sick breed. I drive the glass bottom boats and give educational tours to school groups. I love my job, but I don't make the money that would justify why I've been there for about a year and a half. When I'm not working or attending school I'm usually hanging out with my ridiculous friends, playing on the computer, or kickin' it at the river.
I'm pretty good at drawing and all of that art crap, and might switch my major over to studio art, we'll see. It's currently communication design, but I'm not sure how passionate I am about that media. I usually draw pretty realistic stuff, but I like the abstract too. I'm also interested in photography, especially after the traditional photography class that I took where I learned to develop my own film and prints. That shit's pretty cool, and a form of art in itself for sure. My professor once said that it's the closest one can get to magic, and I think I agree.
I have a rat named Beethoven, and he brings me a lot of joy. He's a Fancy Rat breed and is white with a gray head and spot on his back. He's addicted to yogurt treats, but we've started an intervention. He's got a badass cage that I hide away in my closet, but don't worry, it has sliding mirror doors that I usually keep open. The cage is three stories so he can bring home tons of bitches. I still hope to teach him some tricks, but I don't know how likely that is. He keeps me company when I'm low, and I give him food when he's hungry, it's a healthy relationship. Aditionally, I have two betas, Egor and Jerico, and an angel wing begonia (that's a plant for you ignorant folk).
So there's way more information than you probably cared to know, but that gives some insight to where I'm at right now.
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