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| If you need to get a hold of me...Obviously I don't get on here much anymore. But my e-mail is playfulowl@yahoo.com. If I get spam, I will kill someone. Anywho, for those who actually care about the progress of my life, it's been wonderful. Very busy, but wonderful. In late September my car died and I decided it was time to use my income to reward myself a little. So I got a little red mustang, and she's been very good to me. Not a single ticket yet. :) I spent the first week of October in England, and that was so much fun. Paul came, of course, and we went to Stonehenge, visited some small villages and old ruins, and then spent a couple days wandering around London. The tea really is fantastic, though I can't understand how they justify drinking it like seven times a day! Seriously, our hosts were all over the tea. "Time to wake up, have some tea!" "Do you want some tea with breakfast?" "We're going to the store, do you want some tea before we leave?" "Okay, back from the store, how about some tea?" For all that Americans make fun of them for it, Brits truly do love their tea. And the chocolate was delicious. It's made with a lot of milk and sugar, which is why we dont' get much of it over here (can't survive the trip). Oh, what else is happening. I upgraded my apartment. Oddly enough, I'm living in the same place I started out in. It's a little more expensive than when I was there before, but they have, as usual, been very kind and accomodating. And now I have a guest room! Then there's always work. I'm on an earlier shift now, so I start at 6 and get off at 2:30. Works out pretty well for the dojo. Speaking of, if anyone is out there and interested, we have our winter program on December 8, and I will be doing a lot in it. Working with very long staff and killing a nice man named Dave. :) That's about all for now. It keeps me busy. I check my e-mail far more often, so if anyone is trying to get a hold of me, try that and stay away from here. | | |
| Well, I suppose I should update this. My job is a little stressful, but very rewarding, and more stress is to be expected with more responsibility. My apartment is turning out to be a very good investment, it's almost pretty, now. And I got a gorgeous bedframe. Absolutely beautiful. Too big for my mattresses, so I have to get new ones, but well worth the investment.
Matthew graduated from basic training. He is now officially a member of the Navy and on his way to becoming a seal. This is difficult for me. But I love my brother a great deal.
Sara, too, is graduating. From college. And moving with her fiancee to very far away. I suppose it will be my turn next, but I've got a couple years, at least. I'm happy for her. She's stressed about getting a job, of course, and about living comfortably on a teacher's salary, but she is doing precisely what she wants to do with her life. She's found and pursued her purpose. My hope is that one day she will realize how rare and precious that is. The insight would help her, I think.
I had a long couple of days. Got up at 11 on Thursday, packed, got groceries for the trip, worked until 10, left at 10:30, arrived in Great Lakes at 4:30, freshened up, went to the naval base at 5:30, was told that graduation attendees would not be allowed in for another hour, drove back to the hotel, couldn't sleep for the half hour available, went back to naval base at 6:30, had my car searched for security checks, sat in chair for two hours waiting for graduation to start. watched the graduation ceremony (which was extremely Christian for a state affair-I didn't find it appropriate.) Left the graduation ceremony, ate lunch, went out and bought a swimsuit for Paul because he was hurting and needed to utilize the hot tub. Sat in the hot tub with Paul, dried off, showered, laid down and napped for about 45 minutes, went to dinner with the family, gave up on plans to drive to Omaha to have further fun activities with the weekend, loved my mother for getting Paul and I a hotel room for the night, finally went to sleep at 12 on Friday (or the first minute of Saturday). I'm exhausted just writing about it.
Now I'm home, and I got to pet my cat, and I get to take the next couple of days to relax, which may end up being even better than going to Omaha and trying to be social and active and driving 9 hours. I think I needed to take a couple days off more than I let myself see. Personal life is even more tiresome when one has to work full time during emergency periods, I think. It just compounds the stress.
I can see bed from here. I feel better already. | | |
| Well, I like my job. I just got promoted to supervisor. And I like it. Go figure. I get some authority in these little shoes of mine, and suddenly I'm enjoying myself. :)
I'm also newly 21, and have not gone crazy or done anything stupid. Amazing. However do I manage?
My kitty still loves me. I'm pretty sure my gimp does, too. And I have a new apartment. It's wheelchair-friendly, and there's a pool not twenty feet from my door. What more could I ask? | | |
| Minneapolis was wonderful. The freeways were absolutely terrible, nerve-wracking, OH MY GOD WE'RE GOING TO DIE!! kinda stuff, but once I got where I was going everything was great. The food was delicous, the hot-tub was wonderfully good-feeling, and the shopping was a blast. I got a 1929 printing of the Canterbury Tales with illustrations by someone who is apparently quite famous, though I must admit with no small amount of shame that I've never heard of him. I spoiled me, I spoiled Paul, and along the way I even managed to spoil my sister, who I drew for Christmas. She's getting a good book and a bottle of nice wine from me. She doesn't know yet, of course, but I think she'll enjoy the gift. Overall, I'm very happy I went. It's good for me, too, learning that money is a replaceable commodity. Don't want to turn out like...well, other people who hoard it like it's going out of print. | | |
| I should be getting out of work in half an hour. Instead, I have been out of work for 6. I love paid sick time. I felt like crap, so I went home. I still allot value to social obligations, strangely enough, even when I'm sick as a dog. That value is growing less and less the more I realize that I'm being blown off not because I'm a person of poor quality- not because I'm dumb or mean or just have no redeeming values-but because something else is flashier (and by flashier I mean more willing to spread the legs, or at least tease and feign said willingness). So basically I'm left with the choice of whoredom or hermithood, both of which mean filth and disease on some very disturbing levels.
I'm leaving this weekend. I'm going to Minneapolis and spending all the money I've saved over the last couple of months, and I don't care. I haven't bought anything for myself costing more than $10 in over six months. Except food and supplements and, oh yeah, a new tire. Woohoo! So I'm going to be irresponsible. And why do I feel the need to announce this, you ask? Because it still feels horribly wrong. All this bravado, and I still can't stand the thought of spending money on myself. How boring am I?
Oh, yeahk, I offered to help a friend out with a project. He's in England, and he's asked me to take pictures of a poster he designed on thoroughly American things (his example was our blue mailboxes...) Any ideas? | | |
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