The indecisive One
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Hunter S. Thompson 1937-2005 Father of Gonzo Journalism Chose to live life his own way, and to leave his own way. Much love <3
Wow.. been forever..
Well.. updates!!
So.. I'm going to leave my job soon..
Jason and I have figured a few things out that'll help us move to San Francisco faster (opposite the plan of me learning how to drive so I could commute in the mornings instead of quitting). So.. we're thinking that I'm going to put my two weeks notice in at the same time that we put our apartment's 30 day notice in. After the two weeks is over, I'll be staying home and packing the apartment up while Jason's at work. I'm crossing my fingers that I don't slack off.
I'll make sure I don't slack off! For Jason and I! We need to move.. get away from this dreary town, and up to San Francisco where a good majority of our friends live. (Not to mention this last weekend, we drove up to the City on friday, saturday and monday [we had monday off]. We'd definitely save on gas..)
I still haven't learned how to drive.. I'm 22, and don't know how to. Well.. I kinda do. I just have no practice. I'm almost excited at the prospect of learning how to drive. This is new. I wasn't like that before. I think it's because the pressure is off. There is no more "learn how to drive so we can move to the City!" Yay! No pressure!! <3 I didn't think about it before, but, I think that's the cause of it. Now that I can decided when I want to do it, there is no time constraint, I'm basically for learning. Interesting.. (or not)
On come the debates of having my sister (she's 18) live with Jason and I when we move to the City. Right now, she's living with a family that I'm pretty sure consists of the dad, the mom, the daughter, her two kids, and maybe a couple of brothers and one family friend (besides my sister). Crowded house. And the daughter regularly disappears leaving her family to take care of her kids. Her kids are both under 10. One is just a toddler. The kids are amazing..
My sister wrote me saying that the daughter has gone.. again.. and that she's missing school sometimes to watch the kids. Ahh.. no. She shouldn't be missing school to watch those kids. Not to mention the fact that we've all suspected the daughter of doing meth all the freaking time. >.< Not the place for my sister who needs a guiding light out of the pit.
Jason said we'd talk about it more later, because the topic has just in the last hour or so been introduced. He said he doesn't want to pay for her rent or food. That makes sense. I don't want to do it either.
I replied to my sister's email with an offer of my previous therapist's number, and that I would pay for the sessions if she chose to go. Talking with G. helped me out a lot when I was my sister's age, so maybe it'll help her. It'll at least give her someone outside of the usual people to talk to!
Hmm.. anymore stuff?.....
Oh, I found out that I have to get about 20-something more credits at City College to transfer to SF State. So, I guess I'll be doing that. Shite! Speaking of that.. I should be doing my taxes so I can fill out the FAFSA.. Bleh..
Ah well. That's about it anyways.
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Well.. updates!!
So.. I'm going to leave my job soon..
Jason and I have figured a few things out that'll help us move to San Francisco faster (opposite the plan of me learning how to drive so I could commute in the mornings instead of quitting). So.. we're thinking that I'm going to put my two weeks notice in at the same time that we put our apartment's 30 day notice in. After the two weeks is over, I'll be staying home and packing the apartment up while Jason's at work. I'm crossing my fingers that I don't slack off.
I'll make sure I don't slack off! For Jason and I! We need to move.. get away from this dreary town, and up to San Francisco where a good majority of our friends live. (Not to mention this last weekend, we drove up to the City on friday, saturday and monday [we had monday off]. We'd definitely save on gas..)
I still haven't learned how to drive.. I'm 22, and don't know how to. Well.. I kinda do. I just have no practice. I'm almost excited at the prospect of learning how to drive. This is new. I wasn't like that before. I think it's because the pressure is off. There is no more "learn how to drive so we can move to the City!" Yay! No pressure!! <3 I didn't think about it before, but, I think that's the cause of it. Now that I can decided when I want to do it, there is no time constraint, I'm basically for learning. Interesting.. (or not)
On come the debates of having my sister (she's 18) live with Jason and I when we move to the City. Right now, she's living with a family that I'm pretty sure consists of the dad, the mom, the daughter, her two kids, and maybe a couple of brothers and one family friend (besides my sister). Crowded house. And the daughter regularly disappears leaving her family to take care of her kids. Her kids are both under 10. One is just a toddler. The kids are amazing..
My sister wrote me saying that the daughter has gone.. again.. and that she's missing school sometimes to watch the kids. Ahh.. no. She shouldn't be missing school to watch those kids. Not to mention the fact that we've all suspected the daughter of doing meth all the freaking time. >.< Not the place for my sister who needs a guiding light out of the pit.
Jason said we'd talk about it more later, because the topic has just in the last hour or so been introduced. He said he doesn't want to pay for her rent or food. That makes sense. I don't want to do it either.
I replied to my sister's email with an offer of my previous therapist's number, and that I would pay for the sessions if she chose to go. Talking with G. helped me out a lot when I was my sister's age, so maybe it'll help her. It'll at least give her someone outside of the usual people to talk to!
Hmm.. anymore stuff?.....
Oh, I found out that I have to get about 20-something more credits at City College to transfer to SF State. So, I guess I'll be doing that. Shite! Speaking of that.. I should be doing my taxes so I can fill out the FAFSA.. Bleh..
Ah well. That's about it anyways.
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