my give a damn's busted
23 days. Just a mere 23 days and I will have officially moved out of my parents house and into a place where it is totally mine [of course, with my most favorite people, the sloots]. I really can't wait to be out of Wickliffe but with it comes a new level of anxiety, which I came to terms with last night when I was breaking down boxes at work to bring home with me. Not only do I have to pack. But I have to pack up basically everything. I know I've always got a place to stay here but I really don't want to have to ever come back unless it's for a Sunday family dinner or something. So between working basically full time and having somewhat of a life, I have to figure out what I'm taking with me, what get's thrown away, and what's staying. It really is a complex job because I've got sooooo much stuff. I don't even know how it's accumulated, but it has and now I have to deal with it. Once I do figure out some stuff to put into boxes, I'm sure I'll need it and have to unpack it 3 hours after I pack it. I guess it would probably help to if it didn't look like an entire shit storm came rustling through my room. I literally have no idea where to even start. My brother suggested that I start by "throwing out the Cheese Nip's box." Yeah. It's that bad.
I'm leaving for Colorado on Wednesday, and don't even ask me when I'm going to pack for that either, because I have no fucking clue. I have like 16 loads of laundry that need to get done before then.
The end of the summer is putting me in a bittersweet mood. I've never been more ready to be out of this god forsaken town, because lets face it, there really is nothing here for me. But with that is my almost permanent leave from Regal. I know I bitch and moan about that place more than anyone I'm sure, but I really do love that place. Initially deciding to work there four and a half years ago was probably one of the better decisions I've made in my life. Not many other places are as flexible as they are. And even though there's a lot of corporate bullshit that is enforced, we still get away with a lot. And it's nice that everyone there has a mutual hatred towards the customers so it's fun to laugh and or bitch about that. And where else can you get away with your 8 hour shift being a giant social hour. Because even when you have to actually work, a full conversation can still be carried on with. I think the reason I'm kind of sad to leave is because before, I always knew that I'd be back to work on breaks and stuff because I couldn't stay on campus. But now, my lease is a full year and I don't know if I'll ever come back to work for real. I'm thinking I'll be vising my parents the week between Christmas and New Years and so I'll probably work for the sole purpose of it giving me something to do, but even that isn't for sure. It's very possible that they won't need my help or I may not even feel motivated to do anything when I'm back here. As cheesy as it sounds, that place is a pretty big part of me no matter how hard I don't want it to be. I've invested a lot of time with that company and overall, it really has been a lot of fun. I know that if worse came to worse and I really needed a job at school, I could easily transfer to one down in AK, but it just wouldn't be the same. It's safe to say that it's the people I work with, and definitely not the job, as the reason to why I've stuck around for so long. I don't want to have to go into a place where I know the job like the back of my hand but that I'd have to take the time meet new people and to see how far I can go in the rule bending and whatnot. I just don't want to have to do that. I don't even know where I'm going with this anymore. It's just so weird to be [basically] done there. Someone even told me I should write a farewell letter. lol.
My sister Colleen and Ella Grace are coming to visit for a few day and I'm pretty excited to see them even though I'll be working a huge chunk of the time they'll be here. She's bringing me my new bad ass futon for my room at my house and I'm pretty stoked to have that.
I'm hoping that I'll be able to get my macbook [and new ipod!] before I leave on Wednesday because I've got a lot of work to get done before my portfolio review this semester which I'm terrified of. I know I'll have a lot of downtime during this vacation so it would be perfect if I could atleast get started on it because once school gets going, I won't have a lot of extra time to work on it, especially because I don't have my priorities straight and I'd rather go party with everyone else then stay in and do homework. [wooo...what a run on sentence!]
God I could really go for a Gallyboy burger from Swenson's. It's probably a good thing that I don't have easy access to that place up here.
Our basement flooded. again. It's starting to be kind of amusing to me. You'd think my dad would get all of his "important" shit atleast up off the ground, and perhaps, here's a genius idea, to a higher area in the house. I don't even know how he can still be mad when it happens. Just fucking call someone to come and fix it instead of trying to fix it, but failing everytime. Maybe after the first 34 floods, things would have been taken care of. No. Not at the Snook residence, where your quality of life is always at an all time low. Way to go dad, way to go. Keep on praying to your god to see if things will work out next time. And just like the last time, they won't. boofuckinghoo.
Project Runway is back on and I'm addicted to it like a crack whore needing some blow. Seriously...this next episode someone is asked to leave! I can't seem to get enough.
I'm bored with all of my music. This is pretty sad, considering I've got 17 GB on my computer [which is going to literally crash at any moment. seriously, everyday that it still works is a happy day for me.]
I guess I'm done. My entire life existence is such a joke.
I'm leaving for Colorado on Wednesday, and don't even ask me when I'm going to pack for that either, because I have no fucking clue. I have like 16 loads of laundry that need to get done before then.
The end of the summer is putting me in a bittersweet mood. I've never been more ready to be out of this god forsaken town, because lets face it, there really is nothing here for me. But with that is my almost permanent leave from Regal. I know I bitch and moan about that place more than anyone I'm sure, but I really do love that place. Initially deciding to work there four and a half years ago was probably one of the better decisions I've made in my life. Not many other places are as flexible as they are. And even though there's a lot of corporate bullshit that is enforced, we still get away with a lot. And it's nice that everyone there has a mutual hatred towards the customers so it's fun to laugh and or bitch about that. And where else can you get away with your 8 hour shift being a giant social hour. Because even when you have to actually work, a full conversation can still be carried on with. I think the reason I'm kind of sad to leave is because before, I always knew that I'd be back to work on breaks and stuff because I couldn't stay on campus. But now, my lease is a full year and I don't know if I'll ever come back to work for real. I'm thinking I'll be vising my parents the week between Christmas and New Years and so I'll probably work for the sole purpose of it giving me something to do, but even that isn't for sure. It's very possible that they won't need my help or I may not even feel motivated to do anything when I'm back here. As cheesy as it sounds, that place is a pretty big part of me no matter how hard I don't want it to be. I've invested a lot of time with that company and overall, it really has been a lot of fun. I know that if worse came to worse and I really needed a job at school, I could easily transfer to one down in AK, but it just wouldn't be the same. It's safe to say that it's the people I work with, and definitely not the job, as the reason to why I've stuck around for so long. I don't want to have to go into a place where I know the job like the back of my hand but that I'd have to take the time meet new people and to see how far I can go in the rule bending and whatnot. I just don't want to have to do that. I don't even know where I'm going with this anymore. It's just so weird to be [basically] done there. Someone even told me I should write a farewell letter. lol.
My sister Colleen and Ella Grace are coming to visit for a few day and I'm pretty excited to see them even though I'll be working a huge chunk of the time they'll be here. She's bringing me my new bad ass futon for my room at my house and I'm pretty stoked to have that.
I'm hoping that I'll be able to get my macbook [and new ipod!] before I leave on Wednesday because I've got a lot of work to get done before my portfolio review this semester which I'm terrified of. I know I'll have a lot of downtime during this vacation so it would be perfect if I could atleast get started on it because once school gets going, I won't have a lot of extra time to work on it, especially because I don't have my priorities straight and I'd rather go party with everyone else then stay in and do homework. [wooo...what a run on sentence!]
God I could really go for a Gallyboy burger from Swenson's. It's probably a good thing that I don't have easy access to that place up here.
Our basement flooded. again. It's starting to be kind of amusing to me. You'd think my dad would get all of his "important" shit atleast up off the ground, and perhaps, here's a genius idea, to a higher area in the house. I don't even know how he can still be mad when it happens. Just fucking call someone to come and fix it instead of trying to fix it, but failing everytime. Maybe after the first 34 floods, things would have been taken care of. No. Not at the Snook residence, where your quality of life is always at an all time low. Way to go dad, way to go. Keep on praying to your god to see if things will work out next time. And just like the last time, they won't. boofuckinghoo.
Project Runway is back on and I'm addicted to it like a crack whore needing some blow. Seriously...this next episode someone is asked to leave! I can't seem to get enough.
I'm bored with all of my music. This is pretty sad, considering I've got 17 GB on my computer [which is going to literally crash at any moment. seriously, everyday that it still works is a happy day for me.]
I guess I'm done. My entire life existence is such a joke.