here are some things I have to say.
to begin! enough with plumbers!
This morning SUCKED. SUCKED. I got up at 6am to take my mom to her bus stop so that I could have her car for the day. I go home, and go back to bed. Sam gets up at 7 and while she's in the shower, the mother of the two boys I was supposed to babysit from 8-11 calls me up and tells me that she doesn't need me. Which is fine. I didn't really want to go. Then I drove Sam to his granny's to get his moped, and I went home. I went back to bed and at 8:30, someone rings my doorbell. I don't answer and they start banging on the door and calling my cellphone. So I answered the door and it was the plumber. I figure he'll do whatever it is he needs to do, and I pass out again. I wake up 15 minutes later to him drilling something or some shit, but it was fucking LOUD. Then he left, apparrently, and didn't fix anything. c'est la vie. Then I got up at 10:30, feeling so damn sleepy. I hung out for a while, then came to work and it's been sort of eventful, i guess.
Yesterday there were only 5 kids all afternoon long. Today there are 11. Joseph is here, and this boy is not only terrifying but SO HARD to interact with. He's been working on the same puzzle for more than three hours now (a 50 states puzzle) and he can't finish it. Not only that, but he is one hostile little bugger. There's nothing I can do to help him. I tried.
'But Santi and Gabriel are here too. These are two boys that make my ovaries melt with wanting to have kids as sweet as them. Today is Santi's last day. dang. My job is winding up quickly. In eight days, it'll be over (thank gawd?)
So, after that, I may be working at ye ole Carl's Jr with Desirae. If it weren't for desirae, I wouldn't do it. But I haven't actually applied yet, so I may just take those last few weeks slowly.
I had a talk with my dad last week about financial aid and loans and stuff. Even though my expected family contribution went down and my need for aid went up, I've somehow ended up having to pay a third more than I did last year. He wants me to start sending my writings in to magazines to see if I can get them published and get money for them. That's a good idea.
I've also been contemplating the possibility of opening a hookah bar in Walla Walla. I think that if i could get around the smoking ordinances, I could make fat bank for a sweet job from opening up a hookah bar. I know there are some Hookah places in Seattle, but i don't know how on earth they get around the anti-smoking laws. I have to find that out.
Anyway, it looks like the summer is winding down and I am thankful for it. I had a lesson in friendship the other day, and realized that there are only two people here who aren't related to me that I really trust and love and can rely on. Everyone else is just a front. I thought everything was wicked cool here this summer, and in a sense it is, but I hope jessica knows that I'm not paying her for her third of the hookah.
I'm getting more excited by the day to get back to Whitman. Part of me is nervous, and part of me is preparing myself for monumental failure, for when Whitman doesn't turn out to be the answer to all of my questions, again. That said, though, I am extremely excited. I miss all of my friends and I miss having to focus and I miss not having to worry about everyone in Albuquerque. I'm stoked for my writing house living arrangements. STOKED. And I'm mostly stoked for my classes, and I'm stoked generally to be back.
On the other hand, though, Willy comes home in five days. FIVE DAYS. And I'll get to see him in Albuquerque. I know that no single thing is going to make me a happier person, consistently. But if that thing were to exist, i think it would probably be related to Willy's homecoming.
The other day, I went to go pick up the hookah from Sam's house. As my mom and I were driving away, we noticed three metal chairs sitting out on the sidewalk of Sam's neighbor's house that looked like they were waiting for some loving new owner to pick them up. I went and knocked on the door and asked if they were free, and the old women who live in the house gave them to me. That afternoon, Sam and I went and bought some spraypaint and painted them together. We found the right size pillows and everything, so we've now got some of the most comfortable porch-lounging chairs for sitting in a hookah circle with. Woo!
I went all batshit crazy the other day, and ended up yelling at samuel and being a bitch. We got into this huge bitchy fight and it was no fun at all. Now we're better. I feel bad, though, still. Sometimes I just can't control my insanity. I should never take it out on him. He is the sweetest. We're going to see Clerks II today. wooooo!
Adn now there's only two and a half more hours of work for me, today. I am stooooked for it to be over.
love,
lucy
This morning SUCKED. SUCKED. I got up at 6am to take my mom to her bus stop so that I could have her car for the day. I go home, and go back to bed. Sam gets up at 7 and while she's in the shower, the mother of the two boys I was supposed to babysit from 8-11 calls me up and tells me that she doesn't need me. Which is fine. I didn't really want to go. Then I drove Sam to his granny's to get his moped, and I went home. I went back to bed and at 8:30, someone rings my doorbell. I don't answer and they start banging on the door and calling my cellphone. So I answered the door and it was the plumber. I figure he'll do whatever it is he needs to do, and I pass out again. I wake up 15 minutes later to him drilling something or some shit, but it was fucking LOUD. Then he left, apparrently, and didn't fix anything. c'est la vie. Then I got up at 10:30, feeling so damn sleepy. I hung out for a while, then came to work and it's been sort of eventful, i guess.
Yesterday there were only 5 kids all afternoon long. Today there are 11. Joseph is here, and this boy is not only terrifying but SO HARD to interact with. He's been working on the same puzzle for more than three hours now (a 50 states puzzle) and he can't finish it. Not only that, but he is one hostile little bugger. There's nothing I can do to help him. I tried.
'But Santi and Gabriel are here too. These are two boys that make my ovaries melt with wanting to have kids as sweet as them. Today is Santi's last day. dang. My job is winding up quickly. In eight days, it'll be over (thank gawd?)
So, after that, I may be working at ye ole Carl's Jr with Desirae. If it weren't for desirae, I wouldn't do it. But I haven't actually applied yet, so I may just take those last few weeks slowly.
I had a talk with my dad last week about financial aid and loans and stuff. Even though my expected family contribution went down and my need for aid went up, I've somehow ended up having to pay a third more than I did last year. He wants me to start sending my writings in to magazines to see if I can get them published and get money for them. That's a good idea.
I've also been contemplating the possibility of opening a hookah bar in Walla Walla. I think that if i could get around the smoking ordinances, I could make fat bank for a sweet job from opening up a hookah bar. I know there are some Hookah places in Seattle, but i don't know how on earth they get around the anti-smoking laws. I have to find that out.
Anyway, it looks like the summer is winding down and I am thankful for it. I had a lesson in friendship the other day, and realized that there are only two people here who aren't related to me that I really trust and love and can rely on. Everyone else is just a front. I thought everything was wicked cool here this summer, and in a sense it is, but I hope jessica knows that I'm not paying her for her third of the hookah.
I'm getting more excited by the day to get back to Whitman. Part of me is nervous, and part of me is preparing myself for monumental failure, for when Whitman doesn't turn out to be the answer to all of my questions, again. That said, though, I am extremely excited. I miss all of my friends and I miss having to focus and I miss not having to worry about everyone in Albuquerque. I'm stoked for my writing house living arrangements. STOKED. And I'm mostly stoked for my classes, and I'm stoked generally to be back.
On the other hand, though, Willy comes home in five days. FIVE DAYS. And I'll get to see him in Albuquerque. I know that no single thing is going to make me a happier person, consistently. But if that thing were to exist, i think it would probably be related to Willy's homecoming.
The other day, I went to go pick up the hookah from Sam's house. As my mom and I were driving away, we noticed three metal chairs sitting out on the sidewalk of Sam's neighbor's house that looked like they were waiting for some loving new owner to pick them up. I went and knocked on the door and asked if they were free, and the old women who live in the house gave them to me. That afternoon, Sam and I went and bought some spraypaint and painted them together. We found the right size pillows and everything, so we've now got some of the most comfortable porch-lounging chairs for sitting in a hookah circle with. Woo!
I went all batshit crazy the other day, and ended up yelling at samuel and being a bitch. We got into this huge bitchy fight and it was no fun at all. Now we're better. I feel bad, though, still. Sometimes I just can't control my insanity. I should never take it out on him. He is the sweetest. We're going to see Clerks II today. wooooo!
Adn now there's only two and a half more hours of work for me, today. I am stooooked for it to be over.
love,
lucy