hace mucho
It's been a long time since I've posted on this thing. I recently began filling out that year-in-review survey I stole from Greg awhile back, and realized that this journal actually does help me remember, at least, those little things in life. And hey, those lil guys count.
Here are a few random updates:
I've been studying for the GRE for the past month and have actually enjoyed becoming reacquainted with Math. I dumped that ho pretty harshly years ago, but now that we're back together, I remember all the things I liked about the bitch. She's like an old lover, with long, smooth division and full supple primes. She challenges me, and I like it.
I am finally finishing that last class that I shouldn't have had to take. Tomorrow is my exam, and I'm positive it will be relatively easy. Goodbye Philosophy, you were, at least, somewhat informative. There were several things I learned that I didn't know already, so congratulations community college, you aren't a complete and utter waste of time.
As far as Christmas is concerned, I have all my presents picked out. I bought my brother his first Christmas tree. It's plastic, 4-feet tall, and has lights attached. It fits perfectly in their little condo, so props to me. We're all allergic so it's not like I could get them a real tree if I wanted to. I bought my new sister a pair of Peridot (her birthstone) earrings. My actual sister I bought the Wayne's World 2 soundtrack, which is completely appropriate if you know our relationship at all, and a face hygiene kit from Origins. For my mother, a rather stunning pair of amber earrings. Amber is my favorite stone, by the way. Holds an electric charge, and the only "stone" made from something that was once alive, as opposed to the rocky tumultuous innards of the Earth. .... shut up me, you're doing it again. Dad gets some tools.
I leave for New York the day after Christmas! Hazzah! A taste of freedom is nigh. Very, very cold freedom. Though I suppose Jean Paul Sartre would argue that all freedom has a little bit of cold attached to it. Thanks Moorpark College, but that one I knew. I'll be staying with Sophia, a dear friend, and will be adventuring for a good 10 days. My twin informs me I'll love the place, so I'm inclined to believe that I wont want to leave. Hey, if Passions decides they need yet another long-lost descendant of Luiz Lopez Fitzgerald and Cheridan Crane, maybe I'll just happen to walk by during the casting call and land myself a job out there.
What I do know, is that when I return to Oxnard after my journey, is that I will have no GRE to study for. I will have no Philosophy class, and I will have no more excuses to be bumming around. Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike sitting on my ass all day watching movies and playing with my dog in the sun, but it's not like I don't want to be working. Jayne Cobbe would say that those who can't find work aren't looking hard enough. Buh-zing Firefly reference. I've had a job (usually 2, a few times 3) since I was 16. It's not the money I want. It's not the greens burning a hole in my wallet... its the gas in my car. It's the plane tickets I could buy, hostel stays, Belgian waffles, Korean BBQ, etc. It's the warm side of the freedom that I miss. The money is just what pays for that, and that's the part that's cold.
Who am I kidding though? We all want the dolla dolla bills ya'll. If I had a magic card that paid for all of my gas, I would road trip all over the US in a heartbeat and eat McDonald's until I ran out of money. These are unorganized thoughts, but that's what you're here for journal. Thanks for listenin' LJ, until next time.
Here are a few random updates:
I've been studying for the GRE for the past month and have actually enjoyed becoming reacquainted with Math. I dumped that ho pretty harshly years ago, but now that we're back together, I remember all the things I liked about the bitch. She's like an old lover, with long, smooth division and full supple primes. She challenges me, and I like it.
I am finally finishing that last class that I shouldn't have had to take. Tomorrow is my exam, and I'm positive it will be relatively easy. Goodbye Philosophy, you were, at least, somewhat informative. There were several things I learned that I didn't know already, so congratulations community college, you aren't a complete and utter waste of time.
As far as Christmas is concerned, I have all my presents picked out. I bought my brother his first Christmas tree. It's plastic, 4-feet tall, and has lights attached. It fits perfectly in their little condo, so props to me. We're all allergic so it's not like I could get them a real tree if I wanted to. I bought my new sister a pair of Peridot (her birthstone) earrings. My actual sister I bought the Wayne's World 2 soundtrack, which is completely appropriate if you know our relationship at all, and a face hygiene kit from Origins. For my mother, a rather stunning pair of amber earrings. Amber is my favorite stone, by the way. Holds an electric charge, and the only "stone" made from something that was once alive, as opposed to the rocky tumultuous innards of the Earth. .... shut up me, you're doing it again. Dad gets some tools.
I leave for New York the day after Christmas! Hazzah! A taste of freedom is nigh. Very, very cold freedom. Though I suppose Jean Paul Sartre would argue that all freedom has a little bit of cold attached to it. Thanks Moorpark College, but that one I knew. I'll be staying with Sophia, a dear friend, and will be adventuring for a good 10 days. My twin informs me I'll love the place, so I'm inclined to believe that I wont want to leave. Hey, if Passions decides they need yet another long-lost descendant of Luiz Lopez Fitzgerald and Cheridan Crane, maybe I'll just happen to walk by during the casting call and land myself a job out there.
What I do know, is that when I return to Oxnard after my journey, is that I will have no GRE to study for. I will have no Philosophy class, and I will have no more excuses to be bumming around. Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike sitting on my ass all day watching movies and playing with my dog in the sun, but it's not like I don't want to be working. Jayne Cobbe would say that those who can't find work aren't looking hard enough. Buh-zing Firefly reference. I've had a job (usually 2, a few times 3) since I was 16. It's not the money I want. It's not the greens burning a hole in my wallet... its the gas in my car. It's the plane tickets I could buy, hostel stays, Belgian waffles, Korean BBQ, etc. It's the warm side of the freedom that I miss. The money is just what pays for that, and that's the part that's cold.
Who am I kidding though? We all want the dolla dolla bills ya'll. If I had a magic card that paid for all of my gas, I would road trip all over the US in a heartbeat and eat McDonald's until I ran out of money. These are unorganized thoughts, but that's what you're here for journal. Thanks for listenin' LJ, until next time.