Four Score and Seven Beers Ago.
Wow, today at work was shitty. I had a 5 table section (each 2 tops) that never gets sat for only 3.5 hours. I guess this was some kind of training shift? Fine, but I made only $24. Hello! That's less than 7 bucks an hour. In addition, everyone I worked with today was in a pissy mood. Prime for them to take it out on the new girl. Yep. Sucked. Here's hoping things will get better moneywise and I can make some friends at this place. Otherwise I'll be back in the market for a job. I don't want to have to do that.
After work, I hit up Trader Joe's and spent exactly $23.10 on groceries. Ha! There goes today's earnings. Now how to get rid of that pesky $0.90.. I went home and made some apple/carrot juice with some produce that was on its way out and cooked up a bunch of old frozen veggies and brown rice for lunch. Our can opener is a piece. I tried to open some beans and ended up cutting the shit out of my left thumb somehow. It bled profusely for a good ten minutes and continues to throb with a bandaid cutting off circulation around it. I rarely cut myself, it's kind of a strange experience. I bump into things and get scratched constantly, but a deep cut wound is something rather new to deal with.
Beyond all that boring shiz, things are starting to come together. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too high for Warren Wilson/Asheville, but I can't help it! I want to be there already so badly. I feel like I've already moved on from the Boston/Emerson part of my life (save for some important people I've picked up along the way). I'm hoping with all my hoping bones I get accepted for January so I can go frolic in the mountains with a bunch of nice people for a while.
In the meantime, I just found a place to live from Sep-Dec!!! I feel so lucky, the place is perfect for me. It's here: http://maps.google.com/maps?q=222+Prospect+St.+Cambridge,+MA&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&split=0&gl=us&ei=WYlnSv6ABcLclAelo-ndDA&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&ct=title&resnum=1
It's a 3 bedroom, 1 bath, hardwood floors. I met one of my future roommates, Melanie. She's one of the most low-key girls I've ever met. She does martial arts, plays cello, draws, and works as a promoter for some music company. The place was neat, clean, and kind of ramshackle in terms of furnishings/decorations. The living room is a good size and Melanie doesn't watch TV. There was a record player and her record collection was highly impressive. The kitchen is HUGE! My room is tiny and has one small window, but it's only going to be for 4 months and rent is $600 which is pretty damn low for that area. I'm right between Central and Inman Squares, which was my exact desired location and pickin's are slim right there! I'll be a stone's throw from the Women's Center and the Dance Complex. Also, there's a back porch (!!!!!!!!!) which I am SO excited about! It has furniture on it and looks like it gets a lot of use. I felt really at home when I checked the place out yesterday. I'm so happy everything seems to be working out! That's usually what happens when I make choices based on my intuition..
The room is furnished, too, which means I get to spend the next month selling all the furniture (that I own) in my apartment, including the most comfortable bed in the entire world. That bed is too comfortable. So much so that I stay in it regularly until 11 unless I have an obligation to get up for. I am ready to seriously downsize my belongings for the move. I am also ready to seriously budget (because I don't have a choice but to do that) and live on a shoestring for a while. The roadtrip and after killed my money supply and it looks like I need to be careful until work starts becoming somewhat regular.
So, I've got a job. I've got an apartment. I've applied to Warren Wilson and I plan to be gone come the end of December, provided I gain acceptance. If I don't get accepted... I'll have to rethink everything. Maybe it's a good idea for me to apply somewhere else, just as an extra option beyond returning to Emerson because I'm not sure that I could stomach that.
The next thing on my list is to "get" a car of some sort. I talked to Dad today, and I might be able to take the Corolla down to Asheville if need be. Otherwise, my Gramar may be moving to Brooklyn and then I may be able to have her Corolla, which has like 5,000 miles on it and that would be amazing. Katherine offered to sell me her bug for five grand, so that's something to consider as well.
In other news... I wrote about Mike briefly before. We've been hanging out ever since I met him through Kyle like a month ago. We went camping together in the White Mountains the weekend before last and it was rather grand. I told him then that I wasn't interested in pursuing a relationship with him. "Real relationships" continue to terrify me, I guess because I had such a traumatic experience previously. Mike's an awesome dude, though, and telling him that really took the pressure off so now I can enjoy hanging out with him a lot more. I went to see his metal band play last night at the Middle East. I was worried I'd be really turned off by it, since metal is so not my scene, but I had a really fun time and I'm extremely glad I went. Mike is one of the most talented musicians I've ever seen/met. We talked about recording some duet folk songs and I really want to do it, try my voice at some classics (some Guthrie, some Cash).
Also, I had a fucking crazy five days in New York. As a result, I am craving (but still fearing) some stability. I need to get my shit together and clean this apartment. I've been neglecting everything. It's far too easy and fun to just float around enjoying life.
After work, I hit up Trader Joe's and spent exactly $23.10 on groceries. Ha! There goes today's earnings. Now how to get rid of that pesky $0.90.. I went home and made some apple/carrot juice with some produce that was on its way out and cooked up a bunch of old frozen veggies and brown rice for lunch. Our can opener is a piece. I tried to open some beans and ended up cutting the shit out of my left thumb somehow. It bled profusely for a good ten minutes and continues to throb with a bandaid cutting off circulation around it. I rarely cut myself, it's kind of a strange experience. I bump into things and get scratched constantly, but a deep cut wound is something rather new to deal with.
Beyond all that boring shiz, things are starting to come together. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too high for Warren Wilson/Asheville, but I can't help it! I want to be there already so badly. I feel like I've already moved on from the Boston/Emerson part of my life (save for some important people I've picked up along the way). I'm hoping with all my hoping bones I get accepted for January so I can go frolic in the mountains with a bunch of nice people for a while.
In the meantime, I just found a place to live from Sep-Dec!!! I feel so lucky, the place is perfect for me. It's here: http://maps.google.com/maps?q=222+Prospect+St.+Cambridge,+MA&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&split=0&gl=us&ei=WYlnSv6ABcLclAelo-ndDA&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&ct=title&resnum=1
It's a 3 bedroom, 1 bath, hardwood floors. I met one of my future roommates, Melanie. She's one of the most low-key girls I've ever met. She does martial arts, plays cello, draws, and works as a promoter for some music company. The place was neat, clean, and kind of ramshackle in terms of furnishings/decorations. The living room is a good size and Melanie doesn't watch TV. There was a record player and her record collection was highly impressive. The kitchen is HUGE! My room is tiny and has one small window, but it's only going to be for 4 months and rent is $600 which is pretty damn low for that area. I'm right between Central and Inman Squares, which was my exact desired location and pickin's are slim right there! I'll be a stone's throw from the Women's Center and the Dance Complex. Also, there's a back porch (!!!!!!!!!) which I am SO excited about! It has furniture on it and looks like it gets a lot of use. I felt really at home when I checked the place out yesterday. I'm so happy everything seems to be working out! That's usually what happens when I make choices based on my intuition..
The room is furnished, too, which means I get to spend the next month selling all the furniture (that I own) in my apartment, including the most comfortable bed in the entire world. That bed is too comfortable. So much so that I stay in it regularly until 11 unless I have an obligation to get up for. I am ready to seriously downsize my belongings for the move. I am also ready to seriously budget (because I don't have a choice but to do that) and live on a shoestring for a while. The roadtrip and after killed my money supply and it looks like I need to be careful until work starts becoming somewhat regular.
So, I've got a job. I've got an apartment. I've applied to Warren Wilson and I plan to be gone come the end of December, provided I gain acceptance. If I don't get accepted... I'll have to rethink everything. Maybe it's a good idea for me to apply somewhere else, just as an extra option beyond returning to Emerson because I'm not sure that I could stomach that.
The next thing on my list is to "get" a car of some sort. I talked to Dad today, and I might be able to take the Corolla down to Asheville if need be. Otherwise, my Gramar may be moving to Brooklyn and then I may be able to have her Corolla, which has like 5,000 miles on it and that would be amazing. Katherine offered to sell me her bug for five grand, so that's something to consider as well.
In other news... I wrote about Mike briefly before. We've been hanging out ever since I met him through Kyle like a month ago. We went camping together in the White Mountains the weekend before last and it was rather grand. I told him then that I wasn't interested in pursuing a relationship with him. "Real relationships" continue to terrify me, I guess because I had such a traumatic experience previously. Mike's an awesome dude, though, and telling him that really took the pressure off so now I can enjoy hanging out with him a lot more. I went to see his metal band play last night at the Middle East. I was worried I'd be really turned off by it, since metal is so not my scene, but I had a really fun time and I'm extremely glad I went. Mike is one of the most talented musicians I've ever seen/met. We talked about recording some duet folk songs and I really want to do it, try my voice at some classics (some Guthrie, some Cash).
Also, I had a fucking crazy five days in New York. As a result, I am craving (but still fearing) some stability. I need to get my shit together and clean this apartment. I've been neglecting everything. It's far too easy and fun to just float around enjoying life.