Moving and Still
I am basically moved in at C's place. Sadly, none of the people who offered to help actually showed up (nor did they answer any phone calls), but one of the Daos was glad to help at the offer of food and booze. Seeing as he was the only one to assist--and he managed to quarter the amount of time it was taking me to do everything on my own--I took him to Turtles. A good meal, and I was ready to crash, but he pushed on. We were able to make one more good-sized trip, leaving my bed, bike, and a few smallish things to transport tomorrow. Besides the last of that stuff and cleaning the apartment, we should be out pretty soon. Good times.
Jack Bauer called, which was lovely. No, not the Jack Bauer. My brother is an undercover cop who has worked several times for the US marshals, certified EMT/firefighter... he's Jack Bauer. Most of the calls I recieve from him are on his way to some crime scene or other. Crazy. So, big brother called. I love talking to him for so many reasons. We were deprived of one another growing up, but we have always felt a mutual protectivess. Granted, he is far more likely to punch some guy for me than I am for him. Then again, I'm the little sister. He should be punching people for me. It's the natural order of things.
We also share father issues, though he is a bit more angry, and I am more. . . frank. I tell the man like it is: here is how I'm feeling, here is why, and here is what you can do. No, you can't buy my love, but you're welcome to try. Don't say I didn't warn you. I'm not exploitative or cruel--I'm just out of patience and not willing to shoot the shit when something isn't okay.
I think my brother and I make a good pair. We're into a lot of the same music, and we both approach life with similar attitudes. How much of that is due to natural tendencies and how much is my brother's influence, I can't really say. Whatever way you slice it, I am terribly lucky to have him. He wants me to come and visit him at the end of July--no cigar. How does that old phrase go? Oh, yes: I can't. I have rehearsal. Good thing this is a show that I really am excited about, or I may be tempted to do something. . . um. . . unprofessional in order to spend time with my bro. He has also offered to have me for Thanksgiving, and maybe for Christmas. The latter may piss mom off--never a good idea--but I will have a month off from school for winter break. I'm saving pennies for a flight out there now.
In the meantime, I'm just chilling at, well, home. Today feels like a new chapter. I'm not really sure what to do with it all. That's probably good. Just take it in, kick back, and see what happens. Besdies, I have stuff to sew and lines to study. The wheel just keeps on turnin'.
Jack Bauer called, which was lovely. No, not the Jack Bauer. My brother is an undercover cop who has worked several times for the US marshals, certified EMT/firefighter... he's Jack Bauer. Most of the calls I recieve from him are on his way to some crime scene or other. Crazy. So, big brother called. I love talking to him for so many reasons. We were deprived of one another growing up, but we have always felt a mutual protectivess. Granted, he is far more likely to punch some guy for me than I am for him. Then again, I'm the little sister. He should be punching people for me. It's the natural order of things.
We also share father issues, though he is a bit more angry, and I am more. . . frank. I tell the man like it is: here is how I'm feeling, here is why, and here is what you can do. No, you can't buy my love, but you're welcome to try. Don't say I didn't warn you. I'm not exploitative or cruel--I'm just out of patience and not willing to shoot the shit when something isn't okay.
I think my brother and I make a good pair. We're into a lot of the same music, and we both approach life with similar attitudes. How much of that is due to natural tendencies and how much is my brother's influence, I can't really say. Whatever way you slice it, I am terribly lucky to have him. He wants me to come and visit him at the end of July--no cigar. How does that old phrase go? Oh, yes: I can't. I have rehearsal. Good thing this is a show that I really am excited about, or I may be tempted to do something. . . um. . . unprofessional in order to spend time with my bro. He has also offered to have me for Thanksgiving, and maybe for Christmas. The latter may piss mom off--never a good idea--but I will have a month off from school for winter break. I'm saving pennies for a flight out there now.
In the meantime, I'm just chilling at, well, home. Today feels like a new chapter. I'm not really sure what to do with it all. That's probably good. Just take it in, kick back, and see what happens. Besdies, I have stuff to sew and lines to study. The wheel just keeps on turnin'.