Here I am. Rock you like a hurricane.
Alright alright.
Let's start with the biggest news I've had in 9 1/2 years, and then ease back into daily life situations, relationship venting, etc.
I'M MOVING BACK TO SO CAL ON MAY 30TH!!!! \o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/
Fina-fucking-lly!
This was extremely difficult to do. There were so many things that got in the way of being able to earn money, not to mention the one BIG payment I am STILL owed from programming a website (hate it hate it hate it) from a year ago.
1. We poor.
2. Boyfriend poor and lazy and I'm an idiot for waiting this long for him (I always pick em this way, I think the thing I find attractive in the beginning is what makes me find them unnattractive in the end, like I'm waiting for some big transformation "just for me" or something... enough of self-analyzing)
3. I had to go to the doctor a lot lately (nothing big, but I had to keep going back because they couldn't diagnose the simplest thing, they would prescribe medicine that had been discontinued, etc: See: <3 Grandma <3 death. Doctors are assholes)
May 30th. I picked the earliest flight because I can't fucking wait anymore. The good thing about Mexico is that it is odd jobs galore. I found a job as a bartender for Ketel One (The closest I've done to bartending is cocktail waitressing, but they believed my lies, and I got the job and behold... they love me \o/ ), I think the official name they use for people like us is "Drink Specialist" (pfffffffff!!!). Anyway, it's amazing. Thursday, Friday and Saturday, from 8pm - 12am, making cocktails with ONLY Ketel One, and I'm making significantly more than a 10 hour day, 6 day a week office job. And it leaves 4 days a week for me to go and be an extra in a commercial and get paid there or knit or drink chocolate milk and stuff. The "season" for this job ends on May 25th, and the last payment is given to me on the 27th, hence May 30th being my get the fuck outta town date.
SUPPOSEDLY, Marco is coming with me. He has close to nothing saved up and he NEEDS a return ticket to be able to get into the country, which he doesn't have. But as soon as I got fed up and bought my ticket, he freaked out and purchased his on the same flight. That was a month ago, and he still doesn't have his return ticket, so we'll see. It'd be a sight to see him get dragged off at the airport, but this is a subject I've been dealing with for about a year (when we had first planned this) and I'm sick of it. So, relationship status: DUNGIVAFUCK. He can do whatever he wants, and honestly, the furthest I see this relationship going is the 6 months he's allowed in the US. I am not willing to come back to Mexico for him. He plans on touring Europe together at the end of the 6 months. I don't know what world he lives in.
I get to Anaheim for the 1st 12 days and I'm staying with my pops. During that time I plan on renewing my driver's license, getting my papers in order again, I don't even think I have a birth certificate (oops!). Who knows where that all went. Got my passport and my social security card, s'all that matters. I also assume that I will be visiting my grandma in Menifee at least once. I like it there. Old people. Nostalgia. And now I'm allowed in the pool every single hour it's open because I'm not a kid anymore. Take THAT, boogereaters. There's also always good eatin at her house, polka music, etc. My aunt and I will go movie hopping. Awww. :3
Meanwhile, I have a friend here who I am going to miss TERRIBLY. I'm already getting sad about it. Her name is Erin, she is from Ottawa, she lives about a mile from my house and she is my confidant the best friend I've had since highschool. It makes me mad that I only met her the last 2 years I've lived here, but she's only lived here for 3, so. I hope she really will go visit me. Meanwhile we will continue with our old lady breakfasts and crepes, coffee like it was water, and escaping parties. I made her these:
The second one is also a vanity pic of me, I won't lie. But I DID give her the scarf.
Anyway, I love her. I'll miss her. This is the fabulous Erin:
There is also a picture of her opening a bottle of red wine with a screw, but despite the content the picture of her is terrible and I didn't want to do that to her.
Also, the 19th was my birthday. It was a good one. I didn't do anything, personally because of the whole money-saving situation, but the head bar tender at the bar I work at let me drink shots the entire night, I got actual phone calls that day, a BIG ASS card from my dad:
And Dainzú and Rebeca gave me necklaces. Rebeca makes jewelry and she custom made mine. <3 LOVED it.
(up) Dainzú. Rebeca. (down)
Marco made me a lasagna feast =D with summer red wine and...
...my aunt bought me a massage (my appointment is on Wednesday), and my cousin Daphne got me a manicure which I have yet to schedule. My mom is the one that dropped my jaw, I came home and there was a bag of Glorias candies (don't have a picture to prove it =( ) and an envelope with mooooola for my trip. Thanks mom. =)
Next sunday we're going paintballing. I love that she's all extreme. I've only gone paintballing with her, actually. Everyone else is a girly man. This is my mom and me 2 weeks ago on Superman:
Successful birthday indeed. We also had pizza/waterballoon party on my rooftop (mexican style). My mom ordered 3 4-cheese pizzas from Domino's (my faaaav) and we used real balloons as waterballoons. I think we all got sunburnt. Pictures sans my cousin Kamie because she is an asshole for pictures, and sans Marco because he TOOK the pictures:
Twas a family day.
EDIT: Dammit I forgot to write that Erin took me out for brunch and drinks later that night on my birthday weekend. END EDIT
And Kiko:
says I look like Garth:
Let's start with the biggest news I've had in 9 1/2 years, and then ease back into daily life situations, relationship venting, etc.
I'M MOVING BACK TO SO CAL ON MAY 30TH!!!! \o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/
Fina-fucking-lly!
This was extremely difficult to do. There were so many things that got in the way of being able to earn money, not to mention the one BIG payment I am STILL owed from programming a website (hate it hate it hate it) from a year ago.
1. We poor.
2. Boyfriend poor and lazy and I'm an idiot for waiting this long for him (I always pick em this way, I think the thing I find attractive in the beginning is what makes me find them unnattractive in the end, like I'm waiting for some big transformation "just for me" or something... enough of self-analyzing)
3. I had to go to the doctor a lot lately (nothing big, but I had to keep going back because they couldn't diagnose the simplest thing, they would prescribe medicine that had been discontinued, etc: See: <3 Grandma <3 death. Doctors are assholes)
May 30th. I picked the earliest flight because I can't fucking wait anymore. The good thing about Mexico is that it is odd jobs galore. I found a job as a bartender for Ketel One (The closest I've done to bartending is cocktail waitressing, but they believed my lies, and I got the job and behold... they love me \o/ ), I think the official name they use for people like us is "Drink Specialist" (pfffffffff!!!). Anyway, it's amazing. Thursday, Friday and Saturday, from 8pm - 12am, making cocktails with ONLY Ketel One, and I'm making significantly more than a 10 hour day, 6 day a week office job. And it leaves 4 days a week for me to go and be an extra in a commercial and get paid there or knit or drink chocolate milk and stuff. The "season" for this job ends on May 25th, and the last payment is given to me on the 27th, hence May 30th being my get the fuck outta town date.
SUPPOSEDLY, Marco is coming with me. He has close to nothing saved up and he NEEDS a return ticket to be able to get into the country, which he doesn't have. But as soon as I got fed up and bought my ticket, he freaked out and purchased his on the same flight. That was a month ago, and he still doesn't have his return ticket, so we'll see. It'd be a sight to see him get dragged off at the airport, but this is a subject I've been dealing with for about a year (when we had first planned this) and I'm sick of it. So, relationship status: DUNGIVAFUCK. He can do whatever he wants, and honestly, the furthest I see this relationship going is the 6 months he's allowed in the US. I am not willing to come back to Mexico for him. He plans on touring Europe together at the end of the 6 months. I don't know what world he lives in.
I get to Anaheim for the 1st 12 days and I'm staying with my pops. During that time I plan on renewing my driver's license, getting my papers in order again, I don't even think I have a birth certificate (oops!). Who knows where that all went. Got my passport and my social security card, s'all that matters. I also assume that I will be visiting my grandma in Menifee at least once. I like it there. Old people. Nostalgia. And now I'm allowed in the pool every single hour it's open because I'm not a kid anymore. Take THAT, boogereaters. There's also always good eatin at her house, polka music, etc. My aunt and I will go movie hopping. Awww. :3
Meanwhile, I have a friend here who I am going to miss TERRIBLY. I'm already getting sad about it. Her name is Erin, she is from Ottawa, she lives about a mile from my house and she is my confidant the best friend I've had since highschool. It makes me mad that I only met her the last 2 years I've lived here, but she's only lived here for 3, so. I hope she really will go visit me. Meanwhile we will continue with our old lady breakfasts and crepes, coffee like it was water, and escaping parties. I made her these:
The second one is also a vanity pic of me, I won't lie. But I DID give her the scarf.
Anyway, I love her. I'll miss her. This is the fabulous Erin:
There is also a picture of her opening a bottle of red wine with a screw, but despite the content the picture of her is terrible and I didn't want to do that to her.
Also, the 19th was my birthday. It was a good one. I didn't do anything, personally because of the whole money-saving situation, but the head bar tender at the bar I work at let me drink shots the entire night, I got actual phone calls that day, a BIG ASS card from my dad:
And Dainzú and Rebeca gave me necklaces. Rebeca makes jewelry and she custom made mine. <3 LOVED it.
(up) Dainzú. Rebeca. (down)
Marco made me a lasagna feast =D with summer red wine and...
...my aunt bought me a massage (my appointment is on Wednesday), and my cousin Daphne got me a manicure which I have yet to schedule. My mom is the one that dropped my jaw, I came home and there was a bag of Glorias candies (don't have a picture to prove it =( ) and an envelope with mooooola for my trip. Thanks mom. =)
Next sunday we're going paintballing. I love that she's all extreme. I've only gone paintballing with her, actually. Everyone else is a girly man. This is my mom and me 2 weeks ago on Superman:
Successful birthday indeed. We also had pizza/waterballoon party on my rooftop (mexican style). My mom ordered 3 4-cheese pizzas from Domino's (my faaaav) and we used real balloons as waterballoons. I think we all got sunburnt. Pictures sans my cousin Kamie because she is an asshole for pictures, and sans Marco because he TOOK the pictures:
Twas a family day.
EDIT: Dammit I forgot to write that Erin took me out for brunch and drinks later that night on my birthday weekend. END EDIT
And Kiko:
says I look like Garth: