turn your motor off; you're running too high. grandpa, what great advice.
it's nice to finally breathe again. then again, i'm not really sure the last time i did that. i've been so used to moving around so much, constantly changing things because your life is supposed to feel comfortable. trouble is, i never really knew what comfortable felt like. so. i've never even really recognized that i'm in a good situation and i need to stay there. my mind moves a mile a minute, constantly changing. well. i've gotten myself into a situation i want to be in. and pretty much have to be in for at least a while. i'm happy about it, actually. it'll be nice to go to columbia and live a much slower paced life style. at least the city around me will be much slower paced, i mean. i won't really have to work much at all. not more than 12 hours a week. and. it will just be writing. all the time. thank god i can get back into that. perhaps i'll be a bit more normal now? right.
this year will also be filled with traveling, something i'm enjoying more and more. seattle, oregon, arizona, and more to come. those are only the ones we know we want to go to for sure.
today i put in my two weeks at paule, camazine, and blumenthal, p.c. it was a sigh of relief on my part. i've enjoyed the money. and the feeling of being needed. and proving people wrong when they have doubts about me. but it's much too stressful. i've reached the end of my rope already. i can't have a life like this anymore. and i didn't realize it. until just a bit ago. eh.
EDIT: not long after writing this entry, i went on my lunch break. to find that my car, not more than two weeks old to me, wouldn't start. i couldn't figure out if it was the starter, or if the battery had enough left in it to start the radio, but not turn over the engine. i used my jumper cables in an attempt to jump it, and it started. unfortunately, after letting it run for ten minutes or so, it wouldn't start again. i looked at my battery and felt really stupid. it's pretty coroded. i ran upstairs and grabbed a plastic knife and some coke. i scraped the excess off with the plastic knife and then poured the coke. i've never done that before, but it's what my dad told me to do a great long while ago. the coke ate all the battery acid in a matter of 2 milliseconds. how disgusting is that? no more coke for me. laught it up, bitches. geeeeeeek.
this year will also be filled with traveling, something i'm enjoying more and more. seattle, oregon, arizona, and more to come. those are only the ones we know we want to go to for sure.
today i put in my two weeks at paule, camazine, and blumenthal, p.c. it was a sigh of relief on my part. i've enjoyed the money. and the feeling of being needed. and proving people wrong when they have doubts about me. but it's much too stressful. i've reached the end of my rope already. i can't have a life like this anymore. and i didn't realize it. until just a bit ago. eh.
EDIT: not long after writing this entry, i went on my lunch break. to find that my car, not more than two weeks old to me, wouldn't start. i couldn't figure out if it was the starter, or if the battery had enough left in it to start the radio, but not turn over the engine. i used my jumper cables in an attempt to jump it, and it started. unfortunately, after letting it run for ten minutes or so, it wouldn't start again. i looked at my battery and felt really stupid. it's pretty coroded. i ran upstairs and grabbed a plastic knife and some coke. i scraped the excess off with the plastic knife and then poured the coke. i've never done that before, but it's what my dad told me to do a great long while ago. the coke ate all the battery acid in a matter of 2 milliseconds. how disgusting is that? no more coke for me. laught it up, bitches. geeeeeeek.