And today was a day like any other...
I'm beat.
Not in the sense of somebody hit me with a belt, but I feel like over the last few weeks, I've been hit by a train.
So a recap... here's the bried, and I'll get into an in-depth description soon... I've seen my parents three weekends in a row, helped move in a roommate, found a third, helped someone out BIG TIME, let someone down BIG TIME, ignored someone unintentionally, met someone new that I really think is great, moved and closed a chapter in my life. So there's that. If you don't give a shit, feel free to stop reading...but if you do care, read on.
It's been nice getting to see my parents three weekends in a row, first for a random trip up to get moving boxes, next for mother's day and finally, last weekend, for my grandfather's 80th birthday. You've never lived until you've seen an 80 year-old-man dance to "Super Freak."
The weekend before I went home for my grandfather's birthday, mother's day weekend, Nick moved into Rosemoor. It was tough getting everything together, dealing with uncooperative/uncaring realitors and the like, but me and Nick soldiered on and got everything together. We moved him in on a Friday night, after which I went to unwind at a Stacy party and he unwound at a hotel. The next day, we continued to set things up and got the apartment into good enough shape for my parents to see. Both of our parent's approved of the place, which took a load off of my back. They loved the Rosemoor.
Also, my friend, Jocelyn, has decided that the Rosemoor is the place for her for the next year, taking up residency soon... also Mikey, my brother, will be crashing here chipping in on utilities. He got an internship in Baldwin at a juvenile corrections facility, where he'll serve as a rehabilitative councellor. Good for him. We're helping him out by giving him a place to crash, he's helping us out by picking up the utility bills. What's nice is that, even with his fratboy ways, he and Nick get along nicely. They bonded after helping me out BIG TIME by moving the vast majority of my shit from Maeburn Manor to the Rosemoor. I'm eternally greatful.
Before I get into the let down, let me explain something... I've got carpal tunnel in my hands. That's basically an inflamation of nerves in the wrist and hand. It affects the median nerve, which runs from the forearm to the wrist. What happens is that this nerve gets compressed and causes a painful inflamation of the wrist/hand nerves, which can require surgery to release the pressure it causes. That means I've had a hard time gripping tightly and it hurts after long days involving lots of typing, which is every damned day for a journalist. Basically, letting my hand lay flat or hang over the edge of the bed or a chair makes it feel less painful. Eventually I'm going to need surgery. This is why Nick and Mike moved my shit for me, to try to help my hands out.
The pain in the hands comes and goes, and is worse some days than others. The worse days involve a lot of manual reporting (writing in notebooks), or heavy driving days (gripping the wheel). But I've found ways around, such as a wrist rest at the keyboard, not gripping the wheel completely, but resting my hand on the top of it and putting the fingertips on the dashboard.
Now back to my update...the let down. Basically, there was a misunderstanding between me and one of my closest friends who wanted to crash here. Long and short of it, I couldn't accommodate after I promised my brother a place. I was told that this friend wouldn't need a place back in January, shortly before my brother asked me if he needed a place. I'll admit, I avoided the issue, but I only did it because I am not used to letting people down. I don't like doing it. I was thinking of every possible alternative to getting the friend in here for the summer, but to no avail. After an emotional phone call last Sunday, I took somewhat of a deserved beating, I guess, but had my feelings severely hurt when this friend took three or four cheap shots, leaving me to end the conversation with the line, "next time I get cut, let me bring you the salt to rub right into the wound."
I don't think my friend understands how much it hurt me to make the decision that I did. Honestly, my friend hasn't said anything about Nick, but I want that friend, and everybody else who has any knowledge of what's going on to know that Nick had NOTHING to do with my decision. When Nick decided to move to Pittsburgh, he walked into the situation of someone staying at the place during the summer and was gracious enough to accept it and basically put me in charge of the decision making process. Me and Nick agreed that five people in a three bedroom apartment with one bathroom is more than a bit excessive. What it all comes down to is January was the deciding moment. My friend told me I wasn't needed, my brother told me I was needed. So my brother won out. I made him a promise, and the last thing I'll ever do is turn my back on my brother. He's my blood. He's going to be around forever, whereas, I hope my friends will always be around, I know I can count on him completely.
The last few weeks have been excruciatingly busy to say the least, between work and this moving thing, stuff with the family and trying to develop a personal life. The last one went to hell. I thought I found someone that really digs me, and although she may, I fucked up. I put her further back on the list than I should have... so far back, honestly, that I didn't have contact with her for about two weeks. No good. And, if she's reading, and she probably is... I'm sorry. I don't know what more to say. I think that I got the hint that I'm not really wanted anymore after I sent her a text today saying "hey," and wishing her a good day, and didn't get a response at all.
But in the same vein, I'm not going to lose hope on establishing a personal life. Through Craig's List (at least I think through there), I met this really cool girl in a band. I don't know her too well, but I did see her at Starbucks and have gotten to talk to her online for the last few weeks, and she intrigues me...in a good way. So far, she is absolutely awesome. This Friday, me, Nick and possibly Eli and Mike are going to go check out her band, and give her a ride up to the show. She lives relatively close to the Rosemoor, which is also a plus. I'm not going to speculate anything. All I know is that, if nothing else, I've got a potential friendship developing with someone who seems like an incredible lady.
Last night, May 22, was my first night at the Rosemoor, pretty much closing the doors at Maeburn Manor permanently for this guy. I feel like a chapter in my life has come to a close. It's hard to explain other than it was my first place completely on my own, my first call to independence. Everything at that place was mine, I purchased it, and is my responsiblity. For the first time, I truly answered to no one, and learned some good and not-so-good lessons at that place. I had good times, such as the Midget Bar nights, and bad times, such as bad weather and a few heartaches, at Maeburn Manor. No matter what, that place will always be special to me, but nothing lasts forever and I'm moving onto the Rosemoor.
I got my room just about completely decorated today, with a few minor things needed to complete the process. I like it. It reminds me of my WVU room, with a couch, night stand, dresser and CD shelves, along with my computer desk and computer of course. Tomorrow, I don't know how long I'll be at work. Hopefully no later than 7 p.m. I really need and want to get the living room put together. Right now, it's basically a cluster of three chairs around a TV with two end tables thrown into the mix. But we'll get it sorted out. Then I need to decorate it and get the final bit of stuff from Maeburn Manor and give it a cleaning.
All I have left to get at Maeburn Manor, essentially, is a few knick-knacks, such as gargoyles and the such, along with some non-essential toiletries, stuff from the closets (much of which will hit the dumpster) and dishes. We're going to get that stuff on Saturday. I'm going to get up early and get it done. By the way, early, on a Saturday, will be about, oh, we'll say 10 a.m.
Sorry it was long, I actually listened to an entire The Academy Is disc while writing this and have moved onto the VH1 Storytellers: Counting Crows disc.
And I'm not going to cut it. I'm a douche like that.
Not in the sense of somebody hit me with a belt, but I feel like over the last few weeks, I've been hit by a train.
So a recap... here's the bried, and I'll get into an in-depth description soon... I've seen my parents three weekends in a row, helped move in a roommate, found a third, helped someone out BIG TIME, let someone down BIG TIME, ignored someone unintentionally, met someone new that I really think is great, moved and closed a chapter in my life. So there's that. If you don't give a shit, feel free to stop reading...but if you do care, read on.
It's been nice getting to see my parents three weekends in a row, first for a random trip up to get moving boxes, next for mother's day and finally, last weekend, for my grandfather's 80th birthday. You've never lived until you've seen an 80 year-old-man dance to "Super Freak."
The weekend before I went home for my grandfather's birthday, mother's day weekend, Nick moved into Rosemoor. It was tough getting everything together, dealing with uncooperative/uncaring realitors and the like, but me and Nick soldiered on and got everything together. We moved him in on a Friday night, after which I went to unwind at a Stacy party and he unwound at a hotel. The next day, we continued to set things up and got the apartment into good enough shape for my parents to see. Both of our parent's approved of the place, which took a load off of my back. They loved the Rosemoor.
Also, my friend, Jocelyn, has decided that the Rosemoor is the place for her for the next year, taking up residency soon... also Mikey, my brother, will be crashing here chipping in on utilities. He got an internship in Baldwin at a juvenile corrections facility, where he'll serve as a rehabilitative councellor. Good for him. We're helping him out by giving him a place to crash, he's helping us out by picking up the utility bills. What's nice is that, even with his fratboy ways, he and Nick get along nicely. They bonded after helping me out BIG TIME by moving the vast majority of my shit from Maeburn Manor to the Rosemoor. I'm eternally greatful.
Before I get into the let down, let me explain something... I've got carpal tunnel in my hands. That's basically an inflamation of nerves in the wrist and hand. It affects the median nerve, which runs from the forearm to the wrist. What happens is that this nerve gets compressed and causes a painful inflamation of the wrist/hand nerves, which can require surgery to release the pressure it causes. That means I've had a hard time gripping tightly and it hurts after long days involving lots of typing, which is every damned day for a journalist. Basically, letting my hand lay flat or hang over the edge of the bed or a chair makes it feel less painful. Eventually I'm going to need surgery. This is why Nick and Mike moved my shit for me, to try to help my hands out.
The pain in the hands comes and goes, and is worse some days than others. The worse days involve a lot of manual reporting (writing in notebooks), or heavy driving days (gripping the wheel). But I've found ways around, such as a wrist rest at the keyboard, not gripping the wheel completely, but resting my hand on the top of it and putting the fingertips on the dashboard.
Now back to my update...the let down. Basically, there was a misunderstanding between me and one of my closest friends who wanted to crash here. Long and short of it, I couldn't accommodate after I promised my brother a place. I was told that this friend wouldn't need a place back in January, shortly before my brother asked me if he needed a place. I'll admit, I avoided the issue, but I only did it because I am not used to letting people down. I don't like doing it. I was thinking of every possible alternative to getting the friend in here for the summer, but to no avail. After an emotional phone call last Sunday, I took somewhat of a deserved beating, I guess, but had my feelings severely hurt when this friend took three or four cheap shots, leaving me to end the conversation with the line, "next time I get cut, let me bring you the salt to rub right into the wound."
I don't think my friend understands how much it hurt me to make the decision that I did. Honestly, my friend hasn't said anything about Nick, but I want that friend, and everybody else who has any knowledge of what's going on to know that Nick had NOTHING to do with my decision. When Nick decided to move to Pittsburgh, he walked into the situation of someone staying at the place during the summer and was gracious enough to accept it and basically put me in charge of the decision making process. Me and Nick agreed that five people in a three bedroom apartment with one bathroom is more than a bit excessive. What it all comes down to is January was the deciding moment. My friend told me I wasn't needed, my brother told me I was needed. So my brother won out. I made him a promise, and the last thing I'll ever do is turn my back on my brother. He's my blood. He's going to be around forever, whereas, I hope my friends will always be around, I know I can count on him completely.
The last few weeks have been excruciatingly busy to say the least, between work and this moving thing, stuff with the family and trying to develop a personal life. The last one went to hell. I thought I found someone that really digs me, and although she may, I fucked up. I put her further back on the list than I should have... so far back, honestly, that I didn't have contact with her for about two weeks. No good. And, if she's reading, and she probably is... I'm sorry. I don't know what more to say. I think that I got the hint that I'm not really wanted anymore after I sent her a text today saying "hey," and wishing her a good day, and didn't get a response at all.
But in the same vein, I'm not going to lose hope on establishing a personal life. Through Craig's List (at least I think through there), I met this really cool girl in a band. I don't know her too well, but I did see her at Starbucks and have gotten to talk to her online for the last few weeks, and she intrigues me...in a good way. So far, she is absolutely awesome. This Friday, me, Nick and possibly Eli and Mike are going to go check out her band, and give her a ride up to the show. She lives relatively close to the Rosemoor, which is also a plus. I'm not going to speculate anything. All I know is that, if nothing else, I've got a potential friendship developing with someone who seems like an incredible lady.
Last night, May 22, was my first night at the Rosemoor, pretty much closing the doors at Maeburn Manor permanently for this guy. I feel like a chapter in my life has come to a close. It's hard to explain other than it was my first place completely on my own, my first call to independence. Everything at that place was mine, I purchased it, and is my responsiblity. For the first time, I truly answered to no one, and learned some good and not-so-good lessons at that place. I had good times, such as the Midget Bar nights, and bad times, such as bad weather and a few heartaches, at Maeburn Manor. No matter what, that place will always be special to me, but nothing lasts forever and I'm moving onto the Rosemoor.
I got my room just about completely decorated today, with a few minor things needed to complete the process. I like it. It reminds me of my WVU room, with a couch, night stand, dresser and CD shelves, along with my computer desk and computer of course. Tomorrow, I don't know how long I'll be at work. Hopefully no later than 7 p.m. I really need and want to get the living room put together. Right now, it's basically a cluster of three chairs around a TV with two end tables thrown into the mix. But we'll get it sorted out. Then I need to decorate it and get the final bit of stuff from Maeburn Manor and give it a cleaning.
All I have left to get at Maeburn Manor, essentially, is a few knick-knacks, such as gargoyles and the such, along with some non-essential toiletries, stuff from the closets (much of which will hit the dumpster) and dishes. We're going to get that stuff on Saturday. I'm going to get up early and get it done. By the way, early, on a Saturday, will be about, oh, we'll say 10 a.m.
Sorry it was long, I actually listened to an entire The Academy Is disc while writing this and have moved onto the VH1 Storytellers: Counting Crows disc.
And I'm not going to cut it. I'm a douche like that.