Whoever did it, I'll kill you/A brief update
Geez, it's been a while since I've updated...
I've moved out of my parent's house and in with Paul Higgins, my boyfriend...we've been together for about 10 months. It was surprising how much I missed my family. Before I moved I was always complaining about what a bitch it was to live at home and how nothing was "mine". Woah. It took me a while to realize how amazing my parents actually are, and how heartbroken my mommy is without me. Her "baby" since my brother moved out when he was 19 (he's now 27) and she doesn't know what to do with herself. We see each other pretty much every week though when me and Paul go over to do our laundry. She wouldn't have it any other way.
Other than that...
Sometime yesterday, someone either in my apartment complex or some friend playing a joke, sprayed fake snow ALL OVER MY CAR. I come down the stairs and at first it looked like my windshield was shattered which almost gave me a slight heart attack. So basically, there's already a load of shit in my pants as I venture even further down and realize what it actually is. Then I look closer and there are these heart post-it notes with the word SNOW spelled out on them. I peeled them off and then began trying to get the shit off of my car. Even scrubbing with a sponge didn't accomplish much so I took off not really being able to see out of my back window. I'm sure whoever did it meant it to be a nice gesture..but really, I'll kill you.
I'm looking for a job. I applied for 14 on Monday and will probably go through the Sunday paper today and find some more jobs to fax a resume to. It sucks. It feels like this never ending search that I'll have to endure for the rest of my life. Something will come up. Someone will want me to type and answer their phones.
Last night I went to my friend Jason Jackson's apartment for the show he was having in his living room. It was probably one of the coolest things I've ever seen. I could never get away with letting 3 bands play in MY living room and somehow avoid getting kicked out. I hadn't seen ANY of those kids that used to be my best friends in SUCH a long time. It'd probably been about a year and a half. When I first got there I was talking to my friend Kendolyn outside and it was just the two of us, then I hear "OH MY GOD." from behind me and turn around to see Nick Dicker standing there, I ran at him and gave him a huge hug. I couldn't let go for a few minutes. I had forgotten how much I missed him. Then when I went inside my friend Jason was playing with a cap gun in the kitchen. He looked so happy and I'd missed his smile. I'm really excited to be hanging out with these kids again and that now I can actually keep in contact because I didn't do a very good job the first time.
Jason, I promise I'll make it up to you, and I'm sorry for the past.
I've moved out of my parent's house and in with Paul Higgins, my boyfriend...we've been together for about 10 months. It was surprising how much I missed my family. Before I moved I was always complaining about what a bitch it was to live at home and how nothing was "mine". Woah. It took me a while to realize how amazing my parents actually are, and how heartbroken my mommy is without me. Her "baby" since my brother moved out when he was 19 (he's now 27) and she doesn't know what to do with herself. We see each other pretty much every week though when me and Paul go over to do our laundry. She wouldn't have it any other way.
Other than that...
Sometime yesterday, someone either in my apartment complex or some friend playing a joke, sprayed fake snow ALL OVER MY CAR. I come down the stairs and at first it looked like my windshield was shattered which almost gave me a slight heart attack. So basically, there's already a load of shit in my pants as I venture even further down and realize what it actually is. Then I look closer and there are these heart post-it notes with the word SNOW spelled out on them. I peeled them off and then began trying to get the shit off of my car. Even scrubbing with a sponge didn't accomplish much so I took off not really being able to see out of my back window. I'm sure whoever did it meant it to be a nice gesture..but really, I'll kill you.
I'm looking for a job. I applied for 14 on Monday and will probably go through the Sunday paper today and find some more jobs to fax a resume to. It sucks. It feels like this never ending search that I'll have to endure for the rest of my life. Something will come up. Someone will want me to type and answer their phones.
Last night I went to my friend Jason Jackson's apartment for the show he was having in his living room. It was probably one of the coolest things I've ever seen. I could never get away with letting 3 bands play in MY living room and somehow avoid getting kicked out. I hadn't seen ANY of those kids that used to be my best friends in SUCH a long time. It'd probably been about a year and a half. When I first got there I was talking to my friend Kendolyn outside and it was just the two of us, then I hear "OH MY GOD." from behind me and turn around to see Nick Dicker standing there, I ran at him and gave him a huge hug. I couldn't let go for a few minutes. I had forgotten how much I missed him. Then when I went inside my friend Jason was playing with a cap gun in the kitchen. He looked so happy and I'd missed his smile. I'm really excited to be hanging out with these kids again and that now I can actually keep in contact because I didn't do a very good job the first time.
Jason, I promise I'll make it up to you, and I'm sorry for the past.