Life is Awesome
And I'm going to post comics to illustrate my point.
I haven't written anything in quite some time, and I'm not entirely sure that there's anything I can write here to really encapsulate the months of experiences that have slipped by. So let me make a few brush-strokes, and be satisfied with that.
I'm living in a new apartment on Ocean, the aforementioned one. It's awesome. There's a smattering of weird people there, and I'm on the older edge of the age distribution- fortunately one forty-five year old woman from Mexico City who only speaks Spanish really squishes the rest of us twenty-somethings together, so it's not so bad.
I'm also single, after a very large proportion of my life (12%!) of being in a very intense relationship. It's a weird adjustment to make, but I'm starting to smile again.
I'm hemorrhaging money on stupid things, but it's given me ridiculous amounts of time to waste on painting little plastic figurines of ceramite-armored zealot warriors wielding chainsaws for swords. Sweet.
I've finally taken all the books that I own out of their cardboard boxes and put them up on shelves in my apartment. Milk crate shelves stacked two high with a row of books on top, stretching from wall to wall and containing over two hundred texts. The vast majority of the large ones come from classes that I've had before. It's like a weird testament to the years I've spent in school.
Speaking of school, I'm graduating this very semester from San Francisco State University, completing a college education that's spanned (2009-2003=)five and a half years. It's about damn time that I be done with all this, and I take every opportunity I can to thank my parents for their willingness to support me while I finish up my education. It's an opportunity that most folks don't have, and I plan to make them proud.
And tangenting from family, my oldest nephew is about to turn eighteen, and graduate from high school. Wow! I still remember when the little bastard was throwing up everywhere in a high-chair, but now he's become a man on me all of a sudden. Granted, a dorky, comic-book loving man who's very impressed with his intentionally-morbid sense of humor ... which actually makes him a lot easier to get along with =) I guess some things Do run in the family.
And now I'm done, spent on this with the lights dimming and the restaurant about to be closed down. I don't know when I'll update again, but I'll try to make the pictures connect.
Bye.
I haven't written anything in quite some time, and I'm not entirely sure that there's anything I can write here to really encapsulate the months of experiences that have slipped by. So let me make a few brush-strokes, and be satisfied with that.
I'm living in a new apartment on Ocean, the aforementioned one. It's awesome. There's a smattering of weird people there, and I'm on the older edge of the age distribution- fortunately one forty-five year old woman from Mexico City who only speaks Spanish really squishes the rest of us twenty-somethings together, so it's not so bad.
I'm also single, after a very large proportion of my life (12%!) of being in a very intense relationship. It's a weird adjustment to make, but I'm starting to smile again.
I'm hemorrhaging money on stupid things, but it's given me ridiculous amounts of time to waste on painting little plastic figurines of ceramite-armored zealot warriors wielding chainsaws for swords. Sweet.
I've finally taken all the books that I own out of their cardboard boxes and put them up on shelves in my apartment. Milk crate shelves stacked two high with a row of books on top, stretching from wall to wall and containing over two hundred texts. The vast majority of the large ones come from classes that I've had before. It's like a weird testament to the years I've spent in school.
Speaking of school, I'm graduating this very semester from San Francisco State University, completing a college education that's spanned (2009-2003=)five and a half years. It's about damn time that I be done with all this, and I take every opportunity I can to thank my parents for their willingness to support me while I finish up my education. It's an opportunity that most folks don't have, and I plan to make them proud.
And tangenting from family, my oldest nephew is about to turn eighteen, and graduate from high school. Wow! I still remember when the little bastard was throwing up everywhere in a high-chair, but now he's become a man on me all of a sudden. Granted, a dorky, comic-book loving man who's very impressed with his intentionally-morbid sense of humor ... which actually makes him a lot easier to get along with =) I guess some things Do run in the family.
And now I'm done, spent on this with the lights dimming and the restaurant about to be closed down. I don't know when I'll update again, but I'll try to make the pictures connect.
Bye.