Float on.
Ira is coming. Chris just left to pick her up. She really wanted me to be at the airport... but there's only so much I can do. She shouldn't be too bothered, we need to be flexible about stuff like that.
I like where I live, but this place is further from the general urban centers of the bay area than I would have wished to be. It's nice. The view rocks. The neighborhood is all right (although the hood is down the street). It's pretty tough to find a job from here without a car. Chris has his MR-2-seater, which means him, Ira, and I can't go out all at the same time.
I would like a motorbike, but I might need a car. If I get a car, I'll have to get something more practical. I would love an old RX-7 but one must always consider priorities first. Anyway, I'm getting a bicycle before either of them.
Of course, part of the reason that moving here was great to begin with was that I could take public transportation around wherever, and I specifically wanted to be very near a BART station. Vallejo is 1 1/2 hours away from any BART station taking buses.
I want the city! I want the urbs. I want Berkeley and San Francisco.
I want to go to school... but my mom made sure to put enough obstacles in my way to that. Looks like I'm missing out on this semester because she'd refuse to help me by writing a simple letter to the financial aid office. She thought debt collectors would get her. So how am I supposed to get government aid without a statement from her? Wait until I'm 24? Waste more of my life away?
Anyway, I'm going to get to cleaning up a little so the place looks nicer. Shouldn't be too difficult... it's mostly empty.
Another thought: I hate secrets. I hate keeping my own, and am generally transparent. I'm not used to the idea of people talking about me... there's usually no gossip. I don't usually keep secrets. I'm glad to not be working at the Doubletree anymore, because there was too much secret keeping and gossip. I'm keeping a secret for the first time in a while. I should have known better than to think I could keep it, I know that secrets can't be kept if anyone other than yourself knows.
I like where I live, but this place is further from the general urban centers of the bay area than I would have wished to be. It's nice. The view rocks. The neighborhood is all right (although the hood is down the street). It's pretty tough to find a job from here without a car. Chris has his MR-2-seater, which means him, Ira, and I can't go out all at the same time.
I would like a motorbike, but I might need a car. If I get a car, I'll have to get something more practical. I would love an old RX-7 but one must always consider priorities first. Anyway, I'm getting a bicycle before either of them.
Of course, part of the reason that moving here was great to begin with was that I could take public transportation around wherever, and I specifically wanted to be very near a BART station. Vallejo is 1 1/2 hours away from any BART station taking buses.
I want the city! I want the urbs. I want Berkeley and San Francisco.
I want to go to school... but my mom made sure to put enough obstacles in my way to that. Looks like I'm missing out on this semester because she'd refuse to help me by writing a simple letter to the financial aid office. She thought debt collectors would get her. So how am I supposed to get government aid without a statement from her? Wait until I'm 24? Waste more of my life away?
Anyway, I'm going to get to cleaning up a little so the place looks nicer. Shouldn't be too difficult... it's mostly empty.
Another thought: I hate secrets. I hate keeping my own, and am generally transparent. I'm not used to the idea of people talking about me... there's usually no gossip. I don't usually keep secrets. I'm glad to not be working at the Doubletree anymore, because there was too much secret keeping and gossip. I'm keeping a secret for the first time in a while. I should have known better than to think I could keep it, I know that secrets can't be kept if anyone other than yourself knows.