Home for the holidays
So I survived finals. My LS final was cake, which was great cuz I left on a good note. I'm just glad the quarter is finally over. I'm really excited about next quarter. It's going to be really exciting, busy, and crazy. Taiko, Delta Sig, class, internship, work, party, chillax, study - those will probably be what my away messages say most of the time.
Anyhow, after a frustrating time with rides and trains, I made it home on Thursday night. Thomas and I bombed the new bubbler he got me. It's so sick, and I got SUPER lit. I've never been so retarded; it was fun. Friday after dropping T at the airport I went about being productive, surprisingly. I went all over Carmel Mountain turning in job apps and such looking for a temp job, which actually proved to be pointless. Saturday after a nice interview with a biotech guy about his career, I go shopping with Lizzie and put in an app for Robinsons May. They do on-the-spot interviews so I got the job right there, which was bomb. So now I'm working full time for the break and hopefully making fat bank.
Overall everything's great. It's nice not to have to worry about school. I finally feel comfortable and at peace in my home with my family. I can sit and do nothing or go out and do something with them. I think my parents especially have finally accepted that I'm an independent individual, and coming to terms with that has enabled both of us to come closer than we've ever been. "Let me go, she said, and I will want you more" For some reason Cake popped into my head when I thought about it. I suppose it works. I'll have to remember this if (when) I become a parent. I imagine it was one of the hardest things for my parents to do, especially with all the shit I gave them by the end of high school.
Drew's dad died. I wish I had met him. He sounded like a really amazing person. To raise a son like Drew, I couldn't imagine otherwise.
Anyhow, after a frustrating time with rides and trains, I made it home on Thursday night. Thomas and I bombed the new bubbler he got me. It's so sick, and I got SUPER lit. I've never been so retarded; it was fun. Friday after dropping T at the airport I went about being productive, surprisingly. I went all over Carmel Mountain turning in job apps and such looking for a temp job, which actually proved to be pointless. Saturday after a nice interview with a biotech guy about his career, I go shopping with Lizzie and put in an app for Robinsons May. They do on-the-spot interviews so I got the job right there, which was bomb. So now I'm working full time for the break and hopefully making fat bank.
Overall everything's great. It's nice not to have to worry about school. I finally feel comfortable and at peace in my home with my family. I can sit and do nothing or go out and do something with them. I think my parents especially have finally accepted that I'm an independent individual, and coming to terms with that has enabled both of us to come closer than we've ever been. "Let me go, she said, and I will want you more" For some reason Cake popped into my head when I thought about it. I suppose it works. I'll have to remember this if (when) I become a parent. I imagine it was one of the hardest things for my parents to do, especially with all the shit I gave them by the end of high school.
Drew's dad died. I wish I had met him. He sounded like a really amazing person. To raise a son like Drew, I couldn't imagine otherwise.