1/4 a century next year!!!!!11
So.... 24. I'm 24 now. Officially in my mid-twenties. I am not enthused.
Yet another b-day come and gone without much fuss. I got calls from the regulars (mom, dad, ex-step-mom, older brother whom I can't stand but made nice with over the phone) and a wonderful call from my eldest younger sister, Genesis. Man, us two on the phone is so comical, 'cause unlike our little bundle of energetic youth of a sister Sayuris, we're both amazingly non-talkative. So there's the greeting, the two seconds of small talk, 30 seconds of silence and the good-bye. I should write to her. I will write to her.
I will write to her.
Speaking to Sayuris & Vladimir was a trip. My little brother is so grown in his own mind. Talkin' 'bout quitin' his job 'cause he was "workin' too hard for too little money" (in high school?! puh-lease lil' boy, hahaha) and then tellin' me I need to talk to Sayuris about "them boys that be callin' the house." What? Nah. Hell nah. I wasn't about to go there tonight.
Sayuris does turn 10 next month though. ._.
Sigh. My babies are grown; and knowin' how much of that growin' up I missed makes me always consider movin' to New York a mistake, as much as it needed to be done. According to Sayuris all she wants for her birthday is an iPod or, "something from Best Buy."
Gag me with a spork, for the love of Jeebus.
Man... 24. You know.... both my brothers touched on it when they called, and I have to admit it's been a persistent thought for the past two weeks or so.... in 6 years I'll be 30. Six years. As long as that may sound, I've been living in NYC now for just about 6 years. Time. Fuckin'. Flies.
I have things, plans, that I've always thought... that I want done. Not necessarily by 30 but... just before my life is suppose to be stable. I imagined 30 would be that stable point, but as my life progresses.... stability is something that has never been a part of it. So I'm gonna try and push it harder. Not all at once, of course, but... I gotta get this train on the right track. It's been barreling down one dark tunnel after another for six years.
So before I turn 25 I want some shit done.
And now... I should sleep. Work tomorrow. Hahaha... look how a relationship is nowhere on my list. Vladi was trippin' on the phone talkin' 'bout how he wants nephews and nieces. He better wait another 20 years for Sayuris to settle down, hahahaha.
Oh man... the light in my room is givin' me a headache, that's how bad my eyes want to close. Halogen bulbs are no joke, by the way. They're awesome.
That's it. Happy birthday to me, and good night to y'all. :)
Yet another b-day come and gone without much fuss. I got calls from the regulars (mom, dad, ex-step-mom, older brother whom I can't stand but made nice with over the phone) and a wonderful call from my eldest younger sister, Genesis. Man, us two on the phone is so comical, 'cause unlike our little bundle of energetic youth of a sister Sayuris, we're both amazingly non-talkative. So there's the greeting, the two seconds of small talk, 30 seconds of silence and the good-bye. I should write to her. I will write to her.
I will write to her.
Speaking to Sayuris & Vladimir was a trip. My little brother is so grown in his own mind. Talkin' 'bout quitin' his job 'cause he was "workin' too hard for too little money" (in high school?! puh-lease lil' boy, hahaha) and then tellin' me I need to talk to Sayuris about "them boys that be callin' the house." What? Nah. Hell nah. I wasn't about to go there tonight.
Sayuris does turn 10 next month though. ._.
Sigh. My babies are grown; and knowin' how much of that growin' up I missed makes me always consider movin' to New York a mistake, as much as it needed to be done. According to Sayuris all she wants for her birthday is an iPod or, "something from Best Buy."
Gag me with a spork, for the love of Jeebus.
Man... 24. You know.... both my brothers touched on it when they called, and I have to admit it's been a persistent thought for the past two weeks or so.... in 6 years I'll be 30. Six years. As long as that may sound, I've been living in NYC now for just about 6 years. Time. Fuckin'. Flies.
I have things, plans, that I've always thought... that I want done. Not necessarily by 30 but... just before my life is suppose to be stable. I imagined 30 would be that stable point, but as my life progresses.... stability is something that has never been a part of it. So I'm gonna try and push it harder. Not all at once, of course, but... I gotta get this train on the right track. It's been barreling down one dark tunnel after another for six years.
So before I turn 25 I want some shit done.
- I want to own a firearm.
- I want a new place of residence. An apartment, condo, studio, whatever, I don't give a fuck. I want out of this hole in the ground. With a heavy heart, I postpone this move 'til condo funds are secured.
- I want a camera, a decent one, and to develop as an amateur photographer.
- I want to increase my yearly income by at least 100%. I currently make $30,000.00/year. I think raising it by 43% was good enough... plus I like my new job. Benefits are A-O-K!
- I want to beginning learning a martial art. This will most likely begin next Spring, when I'll actually feel like leaving my place of residence in order to take lessons somewhere.
- I need to go to Panama. On my own, of my own volition.
- I'm going to begin learning Japanese. I've begun, but I'm lazy, so learning a good amount shall take time. ^_____^,V,,
- I'm going to read every book I own. Every single one in this ridiculous fucking stack.
And now... I should sleep. Work tomorrow. Hahaha... look how a relationship is nowhere on my list. Vladi was trippin' on the phone talkin' 'bout how he wants nephews and nieces. He better wait another 20 years for Sayuris to settle down, hahahaha.
Oh man... the light in my room is givin' me a headache, that's how bad my eyes want to close. Halogen bulbs are no joke, by the way. They're awesome.
That's it. Happy birthday to me, and good night to y'all. :)