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My momma is leaving in the morning, after a 4 day visit. It's been wonderful-her and Mikey get along famously. They talked about the Rolling Stones and Smokey Robinson, smoked cigarettes together and bullshit about everything.
We told her we're getting married, and she was overjoyed--something I didn't expect to happen. My mother is an amazing woman, and I swear she's fucking psychic. Before she left Florida, she told her boyfriend, Bruce, that I was going to tell her I was getting married. I never dropped a hint--I was so so so careful about it. She had never met him before, just talked to me on the phone from 3000 miles away. Crazy.
We're opening our Portland savings account tomorrow with $1,300. We're planning on putting about $1,200 away a month until July, when it's go time. I'm so excited. Laurel just got her apartment there and I'm incredibly happy for her, and way jealous.
Things are on the up and up. Last night ws a much needed roommate-hangout-pajama-pizza-movie party, where we all remembered how much we like each other and how silly it is to fight for no reason. Tonight is a beach fire accompanied by cheap wine and crusty bread. Tomorrow, going with my momma to the airport at 8:30am. I don't fucking want to. Not only because I'm going to miss the fuck out of her, but also because it's too goddamn early on my day off.
I'm going back to school in January, it's official. I'm going for nursing, and am planning on ultimately working at Planned Parenthood. I'm applying to be a volunteer this week. I now know, for the first time, something I really want to do with my life. Something I feel so strongly about that I can't help but get involved.
With the exception of the rediculous amount of working I'm doing right now, I really love my life.
We told her we're getting married, and she was overjoyed--something I didn't expect to happen. My mother is an amazing woman, and I swear she's fucking psychic. Before she left Florida, she told her boyfriend, Bruce, that I was going to tell her I was getting married. I never dropped a hint--I was so so so careful about it. She had never met him before, just talked to me on the phone from 3000 miles away. Crazy.
We're opening our Portland savings account tomorrow with $1,300. We're planning on putting about $1,200 away a month until July, when it's go time. I'm so excited. Laurel just got her apartment there and I'm incredibly happy for her, and way jealous.
Things are on the up and up. Last night ws a much needed roommate-hangout-pajama-pizza-movie party, where we all remembered how much we like each other and how silly it is to fight for no reason. Tonight is a beach fire accompanied by cheap wine and crusty bread. Tomorrow, going with my momma to the airport at 8:30am. I don't fucking want to. Not only because I'm going to miss the fuck out of her, but also because it's too goddamn early on my day off.
I'm going back to school in January, it's official. I'm going for nursing, and am planning on ultimately working at Planned Parenthood. I'm applying to be a volunteer this week. I now know, for the first time, something I really want to do with my life. Something I feel so strongly about that I can't help but get involved.
With the exception of the rediculous amount of working I'm doing right now, I really love my life.