goodbye santa cruz, hello hell again
after a far too short year, i'm back home again for a far too long summer. my plans for the summer: survive without killing someone.
so far the job hunt has come up negativo. tried marie calendars and in-n-out and haven't heard a word from either of them. i assume it's because no one wants someone for only the summer. damn my honesty! screwed me over for both my interviews. both the marie calendars person and in-n-out person said i'd be perfect for the job, except for the teeensy tiny little problem of only being here for the summer. well, that sucks. on to bigger and better things as in maybe teaching surfing (if the dude ever calls me back), teaching swimming (if i ever get my butt to the pool), starbucks, jamba juice, petco, or borders. hopefully i'll maybe have 3 jobs. teaching swimming, surfing and then doing any of the retail thingys at night. or if i ever get a straight answer out of the vet maybe a paying job there. until then, it's volunteering at the vet and searching for other things to do.
on the bright side, if the job hunt goes well, i may be saving up for a car. and school. and vet school. and food. and clothes. and...yea, probably not going to happen, but i'm gonna try.
school wise: I WANNA GO BACK! PLEEEEEEAAAASSEE TAKE ME BACK! the second i put my foot in the car to leave i regretted it. a screaming session the entire way home with my mother. and a crying session from yours truly right after i dropped her off at her meeting. in other sucking school related news, the bio grades are up. C+=caitlin not happy with herself at all. still don't understand my suckiness. bio is my MAJOR for pete's sake. i should be a lot better than this. ::sigh:: oh well. hopefully writing will bring my grade up and math...let's just hope i pass. it'd make life a whole bunch easier.
next year will be better...or so i keep telling myself.
anyways, just got back from a day in fontana (socal) for my cousins graduation. had a fun time seeing the cousins. had a not so fun time with the screaming banchee the whole way down, back, and during.
please allow me one more teensy tiny tirade:
my mother just sold the van and bought a new car. totally new. honda civic. bright red with a black interior. 6 cd disc changer. stick shift (simply because she's vindictive and mean and it means that keith or i can't drive it...yet). all in all, pretty cool. however, that was 20,000 dollars worth of coolness. now i realize that the car will last a long time and it's an investment and blah blah blah. but when you only planned to, at the most, spend 13,000 on a car and go 7,000 over just cuz you don't want a used car and yet you still complain about this "horrible money situation" that we're apparently in, it doesn't make much sense. especially when you scream at me for HOURS upon HOURS for spending 40 dollars (40 not 7,000) on christmas gifts (they're late, i know) for the cousins cuz they got us some and we didn't. thank you mother, just trying to be courteous and, oh i know you've never known the meaning of this word, nice. even my aunt and uncle were wondering why she spent that much when it could have gone to getting me a less gas guzzling car, or one at all sense she's a control freak, or pay for school or the house or i dunno, do something productive with it instead of just buying something that's shiny. and when i ask if the jeep is now for me to use, this is what i get:
[insert mother's screaming here]"it is not your car. it's mine. i payed for it. stop bugging me about a car. you do it all the time and it's annoying."
ok, first off: i understand that you paid for it and it's "yours". but now you have another car that's "yours" that you paid 20,000 fucking dollars on. so now you have 2 cars. and you only work 2 days a week and complain profusly if you work a day more. and yet you still complain about money. hmmm, not a logical argument. and second: i don't ask about a car all the time. it's sparse at best. plus, i haven't been at home for MONTHS! how the hell could i ask her for a car "all the time" when i don't call her?! once again, not logical.
so yea, summer=not fun. i am counting down the days till move in day. and what a glorious day that will be.
school=no more mom and more nick=happy caitlin again. till then it's a summer of depression and missing nick. sounds like fun.
so far the job hunt has come up negativo. tried marie calendars and in-n-out and haven't heard a word from either of them. i assume it's because no one wants someone for only the summer. damn my honesty! screwed me over for both my interviews. both the marie calendars person and in-n-out person said i'd be perfect for the job, except for the teeensy tiny little problem of only being here for the summer. well, that sucks. on to bigger and better things as in maybe teaching surfing (if the dude ever calls me back), teaching swimming (if i ever get my butt to the pool), starbucks, jamba juice, petco, or borders. hopefully i'll maybe have 3 jobs. teaching swimming, surfing and then doing any of the retail thingys at night. or if i ever get a straight answer out of the vet maybe a paying job there. until then, it's volunteering at the vet and searching for other things to do.
on the bright side, if the job hunt goes well, i may be saving up for a car. and school. and vet school. and food. and clothes. and...yea, probably not going to happen, but i'm gonna try.
school wise: I WANNA GO BACK! PLEEEEEEAAAASSEE TAKE ME BACK! the second i put my foot in the car to leave i regretted it. a screaming session the entire way home with my mother. and a crying session from yours truly right after i dropped her off at her meeting. in other sucking school related news, the bio grades are up. C+=caitlin not happy with herself at all. still don't understand my suckiness. bio is my MAJOR for pete's sake. i should be a lot better than this. ::sigh:: oh well. hopefully writing will bring my grade up and math...let's just hope i pass. it'd make life a whole bunch easier.
next year will be better...or so i keep telling myself.
anyways, just got back from a day in fontana (socal) for my cousins graduation. had a fun time seeing the cousins. had a not so fun time with the screaming banchee the whole way down, back, and during.
please allow me one more teensy tiny tirade:
my mother just sold the van and bought a new car. totally new. honda civic. bright red with a black interior. 6 cd disc changer. stick shift (simply because she's vindictive and mean and it means that keith or i can't drive it...yet). all in all, pretty cool. however, that was 20,000 dollars worth of coolness. now i realize that the car will last a long time and it's an investment and blah blah blah. but when you only planned to, at the most, spend 13,000 on a car and go 7,000 over just cuz you don't want a used car and yet you still complain about this "horrible money situation" that we're apparently in, it doesn't make much sense. especially when you scream at me for HOURS upon HOURS for spending 40 dollars (40 not 7,000) on christmas gifts (they're late, i know) for the cousins cuz they got us some and we didn't. thank you mother, just trying to be courteous and, oh i know you've never known the meaning of this word, nice. even my aunt and uncle were wondering why she spent that much when it could have gone to getting me a less gas guzzling car, or one at all sense she's a control freak, or pay for school or the house or i dunno, do something productive with it instead of just buying something that's shiny. and when i ask if the jeep is now for me to use, this is what i get:
[insert mother's screaming here]"it is not your car. it's mine. i payed for it. stop bugging me about a car. you do it all the time and it's annoying."
ok, first off: i understand that you paid for it and it's "yours". but now you have another car that's "yours" that you paid 20,000 fucking dollars on. so now you have 2 cars. and you only work 2 days a week and complain profusly if you work a day more. and yet you still complain about money. hmmm, not a logical argument. and second: i don't ask about a car all the time. it's sparse at best. plus, i haven't been at home for MONTHS! how the hell could i ask her for a car "all the time" when i don't call her?! once again, not logical.
so yea, summer=not fun. i am counting down the days till move in day. and what a glorious day that will be.
school=no more mom and more nick=happy caitlin again. till then it's a summer of depression and missing nick. sounds like fun.