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I really haven't updated this piece of crap in forever and a day. Guess I should really get on that at some point, although there's not much going on at the moment aside from the usual winter break shenanigans. That is, me working my fucking ass off for The Man (aka The Jamba Whirl, kill me now) and today being a much needed second day off in a row where I don't plan on doing a goddamned thing except maybe some laundry if I can will myself out of bed and out of my PJ's. I couldn't yesterday, so the forecast isn't looking too good for today, and I don't mind that. I pulled a muscle in my back at some point within the last week and it's making me feel really old. It trips me out that I turn 23 this year and I don't know who I told that I was ready for all of this, but clearly either I was under the influence or they are lying.
Christmas was lackluster and I personally resolved not to participate in a big whole-family-comes celebration like that for the forseeable future. The usual 3-4 day window in which we can stand each other has shrunk to 2 days and even then there's consistent bitching and biting of tongues, and not to say that I'm innocent of any of this, but it's never something that happened that much when my dad was still around and it's a little more haunting that way. New Year's made up for it and then some, though, which was such a fucking relief and by far it's one of the best I've ever had. It's kind of one of those memories that you talk about for the first few days and then don't really mention again, save for the people you were with, because you don't want to tarnish it. That and I'm sure this is going to get scrolled past by most of you, so I'll save your rolly-mouse thing some excercise.
School starts in exactly 2 weeks and I'm slightly relieved. It's weird to think that I'll have graduated by this time next year, and there's a big fork in the road coming up that's kind of scaring the christ out of me. This December is when I'm shooting to get the diploma, and my original plan was to stay in SF and work for the 5-6 months after that, get the promotion that my district manager has hinted at twice now, and save up a fucking ton of cash (tedious calculations figure a little less than $20K) and then packing up and moving to Boston to start fresh and move on. That way I wouldn't be entirely fucked and I'd have some money to find a decent place NOT in Southie and pay off a little bit of the good ole student loans. I had a conversation with one of my aunts the other day and she thinks that I should just use the money I'm going to get in December for graduation (which, apparently, is going to be a lot, according to what she said), pack up, and move right after finals to get a head start on the May Boston-area grads in finding a job. Either way makes a lot of sense, but I took a certain level of comfort in sticking around for another year and a half and leaving when the rest of the crew was. Literally all us are planning on peacing out of SF in May of '07 or even a little earlier for some others and I just wanted to go with the flow, not be ahead and miss everything and start having to flip the fuck out and worry about it happening this year. Barfy. The '06 is going to be a fucking trip. And if you read this, I'll blow you later.
Christmas was lackluster and I personally resolved not to participate in a big whole-family-comes celebration like that for the forseeable future. The usual 3-4 day window in which we can stand each other has shrunk to 2 days and even then there's consistent bitching and biting of tongues, and not to say that I'm innocent of any of this, but it's never something that happened that much when my dad was still around and it's a little more haunting that way. New Year's made up for it and then some, though, which was such a fucking relief and by far it's one of the best I've ever had. It's kind of one of those memories that you talk about for the first few days and then don't really mention again, save for the people you were with, because you don't want to tarnish it. That and I'm sure this is going to get scrolled past by most of you, so I'll save your rolly-mouse thing some excercise.
School starts in exactly 2 weeks and I'm slightly relieved. It's weird to think that I'll have graduated by this time next year, and there's a big fork in the road coming up that's kind of scaring the christ out of me. This December is when I'm shooting to get the diploma, and my original plan was to stay in SF and work for the 5-6 months after that, get the promotion that my district manager has hinted at twice now, and save up a fucking ton of cash (tedious calculations figure a little less than $20K) and then packing up and moving to Boston to start fresh and move on. That way I wouldn't be entirely fucked and I'd have some money to find a decent place NOT in Southie and pay off a little bit of the good ole student loans. I had a conversation with one of my aunts the other day and she thinks that I should just use the money I'm going to get in December for graduation (which, apparently, is going to be a lot, according to what she said), pack up, and move right after finals to get a head start on the May Boston-area grads in finding a job. Either way makes a lot of sense, but I took a certain level of comfort in sticking around for another year and a half and leaving when the rest of the crew was. Literally all us are planning on peacing out of SF in May of '07 or even a little earlier for some others and I just wanted to go with the flow, not be ahead and miss everything and start having to flip the fuck out and worry about it happening this year. Barfy. The '06 is going to be a fucking trip. And if you read this, I'll blow you later.