Lockheed Martin finally called earlier this week. Early earlier this week, I should say. Probably like at 8 in the morning, I don’t know. I was too unconcious to answer the phone to realize that area code 301 is from D.C. area. Anyways, start date March 6. I was initially excited about finally moving into my dream loft with hardwood floors, stainless steel appliances, 12-foot floor-to ceiling windows, etc etc. Turns out, I can’t afford it. So out goes the loft, out goes the hardwood floors, pretty much out goes everything I wanted. The only thing I can actually choose is the location, which I guess, is what I’ll have to settle for.
February should be busy. Aside from my two ski trips with Pat, there’s a week of house-hunting, weeks of packing, arrangements to be made, people I need to hang out with, so on. And then, I’m outta here!
Happy Birthday Me!
I officially turned thirteen today! WOW! The big one-three. Yup, in celebration, my mom took away my credit cards and is going to give me an allowance. She also said that if I live an irrespsonible life now, how can she trust me to live in a condo by myself?? Wow, I really don’t know. She’s the best isn’t she?! I was so depressed I thought I could kill myself yesterday! And now that I’m 13, no boys can spend the night at my house and, actually, I don’t think I’m allowed to have any boyfriends actually!
This is such an exciting point in my life. I stayed at home all day today and organized my music collection. I’m adding album arts and missing information in the ID3 tags to all 3,444 songs on my computer! It’s such a blast. I’ve made so much progress today too. I’m in the D section of my collection. Just 3,000 more to go!!
Oh, my mom has also told me that I have to spend the night at home every night too! Wow, she must really care about my safety. I just can’t wait to spend more time at home! I’m so stoked I don’t ever want to get a job and move out of the house! EVER!
Lockdown begins T-minus…
Well, actually it’s already started. My mom’s decided that since I’m living at home, I HAVE to actually spend the night at home, which means no more bumming around at whoever’s place. And to top it off, she took away my credit cards and is gonna put me on a fucking allowance.
I feel like I’m back in high school. This is so fucking gay.
Just to reiterate and make my point/intentions clear, I’m on MySpace, but I didn’t have anything to do with it. And I’d like to delete my account.
But on a completely different note, I was at Border’s earlier tonight and wandered around the store looking for my “Elements of Style Illustrated.” I found a “How To” book on how to blog using Blogger.
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Now I know I said I would cut back on the ellipses (at least in the title), but who the fuck needs a book on how to blog using Blogger?!?
I was scrolling through my previous post headlines, and I realized that I have waaaay too many ellipses in the titles. So I’m gonna cut back. Like a fat person trying to give up … like a fat kid in dodgeball. Or something.
Oh where have I been the past couple of weeks. I’ve had a shit ton of drama come and go, more-so coming than going. Needless to say, I’ve been sorting everything out from the location of something-something-something Wilder, Santa Cruz. Yeah, I’ve been living with my …. my situation :). Yeah yeah, okay my boyfriend. It’s disgusting how inseparable we are. And I’m completely distracted by Project Runway right now, so this will have to wait.
Well, not exactly coffee. It’s the seasonal drink at Starbuck’s called Cinnamon Dolce Latte. And I’m addicted to it. I’ve pretty much had it everyday this week, and I’m worried I won’t get enough of it before they stop making it for me. I’ve also kind of not been home for the past couple of weeks too. Oh, and I mentioned I quit my job right? Yeah it was about time anyways. I was only going in for like, 3 hours a day, and the commute up to San Francisco wasn’t really making the trip worth it. So I decided to part ways with good ole San Francisco Marketing. And amazingly, I’m completely okay with it.
Which reminds me why I got on here in the first place….I was supposed to blog about that fateful Thursday. It was probably (almost) the best day EVER. Quit my job at around 11…went to the Stanford Mall where I was pleasantly surprised with a Tiffany porcelain box. Rottler had slyly hidden it in my trunk, and when I went to get something out of there, well I was pretty confused. I really had no idea it was coming. But anyways, did a little shopping in Stanford. Got a sweetass fur blanket from Pottery Barn. Hrmm, where’d we go afterwards? Oh we went back to Santa Cruz for his interview at the resort, played on the beach and got our pants wet, and then went home. Of course, I was all pumped up to watch O.C. as well, but freaking Fox changed the time and now I have no idea when O.C. is supposed to play next time. Well, we went to Hollywood Video to return/rent a movie, and found out he had a $47 and change oustanding debt (!!!). Apparently it’s not uncommon to have oustanding debts at Hollywood Video. Urm, but anyways, after some tv dinner, I passed out watching Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, or whatever it’s called. I wouldn’t recommend the movie. Cuz I couldn’t stay awake for it.
So that was my Thursday. Friday was just as interesting. But another day for that story.
I went into work at 10:30 this morning, knowing how unproductive today was going to be. I mean, c’mon, three fucking hours. What do you expect me to accomplish in three fucking hours at work?? So it was a good thing that I’m done with SFM. Yay for being unemployed! At first, I was like…wow this is nice…I can just chill and play Halo on Live all day…and then it turned into, OMG I CAN GO SNOWBOARDING ANYTIME I WANT NOW!!, which is pretty sweet. But it also means I might be stuck at home with absolutely nothing to do, which is a very big no-no considering how pissed off I am at my parents. Basically, I need Lockheed Martin to finish that security RIGHT MEOW so I can get the fuck out of here and start my career. It sucks just going from job to job knowing it’s all temporary. I need some stability in my life! No, scratch that–I need my own place where I can live and decorate and furnish with Pottery Barn goodies. So I guess this is what it’s like to be in limbo. Limbo…..yeah I’m using the right word. UGH…I reiterate, my life stinks.
But now that I’m not working, I will be posting a lot more about….well, nothing I suppose. As if I wasn’t before.
So this is interesting. i'm normally a blogger user..but I'm kinda getting tired of using Blogger. As in…it's getting lame. Too constricting, and all it does is allow you to post and change the layout of your blog. And you can only do that so many times before you get bored. Granted, I'm pretty good with CSS now :P.
When I say I saw this book in the bookstore, I merely glanced at the cover, read the title, skimmed through its 160 pages, and read the glossary. I think it wasn’t meant to be a book of life, and in fact, I know it was supposed to be lighthearted and humorous. So when the glossary says that a relationship according to a woman is having gone on at least three dates, I think its supposed to be an understatement and slightly sarcastic. And holy crap that’s a big picture of the cover of the book. But I wouldn’t take that whole 3-date-rule too seriously…I mean….there’s no set rule on … love …. or however it goes.
And Pat–the new blog wasn’t ADD-related (for once). I only mentioned that because my SITUATION actually reads my blog and found out that I called him my situation :P. But I do need to move my blog to a new site because..this is just too limiting for my artistic needs and wants.