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In exactly one week I'll be moved into Nadia's place in Miami. It will be a school night, the eve of my first day at FIU. Coco and I will be laying low at the apartment, adjusting to the place where we will live for a few weeks, til Nadia and I get our real place. How do I feel about it all? I'm not really sure, I guess just a plethora of feelings. I'm relieved to be finished with Improv once again. Sad to be leaving Roxy's. I wish I could take that bar and all the people with me. Excited about seeing new places and faces, as well as decorating my new apartment. Nervous about finding a good job and earning good grades. Happy to have a roommate that I adore as much as Nadia. Stressed out about what a huge process this has been. Grateful for how much she has helped me with everything though. I feel ready to do this. And terrified that somehow it won't work out.
But I'm not really giving myself a choice other than to go down there and fight to make it work. I'm gonna work hard in school, get a good job, and be responsible. A year at Grandma's was kind of a crash course for being on my own, so I know I can handle this. Next week I'm just packing some clothes, towels, toiletries and my computer, and going down to Nadia's. Her lease isn't up til the end of September, and we haven't exactly found a place to live yet, so we're just gonna stay there for a few weeks. I wish I already had my own place so I can start adjusting and getting into a routine, but oh well. I'll survive.
Last weekend I met a new guy while wasted at Peanut Island. My liquor goggle judgement is usually pretty good even when I'm drunk, but when he called me the next day, I was still kinda nervous. He found me on myspace, and sure enough he's hot so that was exciting. And then yesterday we went out to lunch and it was a good time.
Also yesterday I, Casey Kurlander, nearly ran out of gas in my car. I always say that I don't know how anybody could be that stupid, and I still feel that way. I felt like a total idiot. I was in a rush to meet Mark in Boca, and when I left the house my car said I had 35 miles til empty. I figured I could make it down there on that much, and if not, there is a gas station right off of 95 that I could go to. When I was getting off on Glades, my screen said 5 miles, so I pulled to left lane and saw that the gas station I was depending on was knocked down. I already had him waiting for me, and I didn't know of any other gas stations, so I just headed toward the mall to park my car. I've never had such a hard time finding parking, not even at Christmastime. Boca mall was absolutely PACKED, for what reason i don't know. I was absolutely freaking out that my car was gonna run outta gas in the middle of the lot, holding up cars, right in front of this hot guy that I barely know. All i wanted to do was get out of my car. So I pulled up to the valet stand and just said a little prayer that my car would not shut down until I was out of sight. It was on my mind the whole time at lunch. By then my fear had become that it was just gonna run out as soon as the valet guy pulled it up, and Mark would still see me. so i decided to tell him my problem, and laugh about it even though i felt stupid. he was really cool about it, and went with me to get my car, showed me how to get to the closest gas station without even having to go back on the main roads. And he threatened to take a picture of me holding the big red plastic can if we did run out, and post it on myspace, which i thought was hilarious. By some act of god, the Audi made it to the Shell and I filled up. Mark even pumped my gas for me. I hate touching that nasty thing, so anyone who pumps my gas is my new best friend. Maybe i'll keep him around =)
But I'm not really giving myself a choice other than to go down there and fight to make it work. I'm gonna work hard in school, get a good job, and be responsible. A year at Grandma's was kind of a crash course for being on my own, so I know I can handle this. Next week I'm just packing some clothes, towels, toiletries and my computer, and going down to Nadia's. Her lease isn't up til the end of September, and we haven't exactly found a place to live yet, so we're just gonna stay there for a few weeks. I wish I already had my own place so I can start adjusting and getting into a routine, but oh well. I'll survive.
Last weekend I met a new guy while wasted at Peanut Island. My liquor goggle judgement is usually pretty good even when I'm drunk, but when he called me the next day, I was still kinda nervous. He found me on myspace, and sure enough he's hot so that was exciting. And then yesterday we went out to lunch and it was a good time.
Also yesterday I, Casey Kurlander, nearly ran out of gas in my car. I always say that I don't know how anybody could be that stupid, and I still feel that way. I felt like a total idiot. I was in a rush to meet Mark in Boca, and when I left the house my car said I had 35 miles til empty. I figured I could make it down there on that much, and if not, there is a gas station right off of 95 that I could go to. When I was getting off on Glades, my screen said 5 miles, so I pulled to left lane and saw that the gas station I was depending on was knocked down. I already had him waiting for me, and I didn't know of any other gas stations, so I just headed toward the mall to park my car. I've never had such a hard time finding parking, not even at Christmastime. Boca mall was absolutely PACKED, for what reason i don't know. I was absolutely freaking out that my car was gonna run outta gas in the middle of the lot, holding up cars, right in front of this hot guy that I barely know. All i wanted to do was get out of my car. So I pulled up to the valet stand and just said a little prayer that my car would not shut down until I was out of sight. It was on my mind the whole time at lunch. By then my fear had become that it was just gonna run out as soon as the valet guy pulled it up, and Mark would still see me. so i decided to tell him my problem, and laugh about it even though i felt stupid. he was really cool about it, and went with me to get my car, showed me how to get to the closest gas station without even having to go back on the main roads. And he threatened to take a picture of me holding the big red plastic can if we did run out, and post it on myspace, which i thought was hilarious. By some act of god, the Audi made it to the Shell and I filled up. Mark even pumped my gas for me. I hate touching that nasty thing, so anyone who pumps my gas is my new best friend. Maybe i'll keep him around =)