xoxo
hey, family!
how are we all doing?
i'm great!
i just logged in to read all your entries, and thought i would say hel-lo. i miss you guys, and livejournal.
let's see!!!
not a whole lot has changed since i started the tumblah. i'm pretty sure that shit is boring. today i posted a picture from a train and a video of my boyfriend playing the guitar shirtless. ok.
i am still happily living alone in oakland. i broke up with the emotionally lethargic man i was dating over the summer and managed to find a sweetly neurotic piece of ass here in oakland. okcupid.com!! i am very happy, except he is a working musician and is currently on the road. i am decidedly not on the road, and have been left at home to muse on things like what i am doing with my life and what it would be like to shove my tongue down his throat RIGHTNOW.
what i am doing with my life:
still working at the paper. which is fine. i'm about to ask for a raise, because the laid a gang of people off and then gave me all their work. i'm volunteering for a music festival my gal teresa helps run (twitter.com/missioncreek), as a social media "expert" of sorts, and at 826 valencia, tutoring a gaggle of bilingual middle schoolers who put together a monthly newspaper. i am very busy, and frequently On The Verge if you know what i mean.
i bought a car! 2006 scion xa. a sexy little hatchback number that fits in about half a parking spot. it is fucking awesome, but costing me a somewhat insane amount of money. it had to happen, though. the beater i was driving had 130k miles on it and every time i left city limits i would be filled with the dread that comes with knowing how much a 15-mile tow and a new alternator, e.g., costs. turns out, life is fucking expensive.
i picked a girlfriend up at the bart station in said new car the other day, and we were turning over some of the recent developments in my life, and she declared me a suburbanite. it's true. i am. and you know what? i couldn't be more thrilled about it. like the 2859483298493 plants that grow in oakland, i have fucking blossomed here.
my mom, post-surgery, is doing pretty well. she got pneumonia last month. that was scary. she says something is wrong and that she's not 100%, which is also scary. part of me thinks this is based in emotional trauma. because the whole experience was very traumatic. one thing i've noticed about the aftershocks in my life is that i cry less. less frequently, and with less vigor. i used to bawl all the time. i have been semi-robotic since my mom's surgery. not in a bad way, really, but in a noticeable way. i think it's probably just maturation. understanding the true emotional gravity of things, as opposed to the perceived emotional gravity of things IN THE MOMENT. most things are not very important, particularly on their own. more like it is the sum of parts that is important.
my sister got married! to her (newest) baby daddy. then her daughter, my most favoritest niece (don't tell anyone), turned 13. that's her below, at my sister's wedding. and me in a dress i hadn't worn since college. being happier also means being skinnier.
what else. am i missing anything? I MISS YOU! and our closeness.
how are we all doing?
i'm great!
i just logged in to read all your entries, and thought i would say hel-lo. i miss you guys, and livejournal.
let's see!!!
not a whole lot has changed since i started the tumblah. i'm pretty sure that shit is boring. today i posted a picture from a train and a video of my boyfriend playing the guitar shirtless. ok.
i am still happily living alone in oakland. i broke up with the emotionally lethargic man i was dating over the summer and managed to find a sweetly neurotic piece of ass here in oakland. okcupid.com!! i am very happy, except he is a working musician and is currently on the road. i am decidedly not on the road, and have been left at home to muse on things like what i am doing with my life and what it would be like to shove my tongue down his throat RIGHTNOW.
what i am doing with my life:
still working at the paper. which is fine. i'm about to ask for a raise, because the laid a gang of people off and then gave me all their work. i'm volunteering for a music festival my gal teresa helps run (twitter.com/missioncreek), as a social media "expert" of sorts, and at 826 valencia, tutoring a gaggle of bilingual middle schoolers who put together a monthly newspaper. i am very busy, and frequently On The Verge if you know what i mean.
i bought a car! 2006 scion xa. a sexy little hatchback number that fits in about half a parking spot. it is fucking awesome, but costing me a somewhat insane amount of money. it had to happen, though. the beater i was driving had 130k miles on it and every time i left city limits i would be filled with the dread that comes with knowing how much a 15-mile tow and a new alternator, e.g., costs. turns out, life is fucking expensive.
i picked a girlfriend up at the bart station in said new car the other day, and we were turning over some of the recent developments in my life, and she declared me a suburbanite. it's true. i am. and you know what? i couldn't be more thrilled about it. like the 2859483298493 plants that grow in oakland, i have fucking blossomed here.
my mom, post-surgery, is doing pretty well. she got pneumonia last month. that was scary. she says something is wrong and that she's not 100%, which is also scary. part of me thinks this is based in emotional trauma. because the whole experience was very traumatic. one thing i've noticed about the aftershocks in my life is that i cry less. less frequently, and with less vigor. i used to bawl all the time. i have been semi-robotic since my mom's surgery. not in a bad way, really, but in a noticeable way. i think it's probably just maturation. understanding the true emotional gravity of things, as opposed to the perceived emotional gravity of things IN THE MOMENT. most things are not very important, particularly on their own. more like it is the sum of parts that is important.
my sister got married! to her (newest) baby daddy. then her daughter, my most favoritest niece (don't tell anyone), turned 13. that's her below, at my sister's wedding. and me in a dress i hadn't worn since college. being happier also means being skinnier.
what else. am i missing anything? I MISS YOU! and our closeness.