I'm back, but I am still not black
Lying here in my bed. Alone. For the first time in over 2 weeks I fon't have to be somewhere in the morning. i don't have to work or intern or class or do something for a class. No one is home, just me and diaryland and the laptop.
So here is the news:
I am assistant manager at subway. I guess that means I am like a Vettriano of sandwhich artists. Not quiet a Monet (you don't want to be a Picasso when it comes to other people's food), but still an artisit that makes a little more cash than the others. This comparison works best if you leave the living/dead time issues out of the picture.
I am also going to be the director of the housing law program next year. Thatmeans I run the housing law offic at my intership @ the Community Legal Information Center, aka CLIC, or if you live in my house or you name rymes with blett, CLIT. I know, the humor is overwhelming.
Both positions, Assistant manager and director, are co positions, menaing there is another person with the title. Fine by me.
My mom sold our house in Alta Loma. She will be moved out by the end of January, and then she is going to rent an aprtment or something until Willy is done with school. The house her and Warren bought together will be ready in March, where they will live happily ever after, at least until they retire in Arizona. The new place is in Temecula.
My Grandma's cabin in Lake Arrowhead still stands, we are quite happy about that. She is so excited that I am coming down for Thanksgiving. I will be departing for the Mountain with her some time Wednesday, she decided. With my little cousin in tote. Tur-tur slips slips.
Brett and I are good, had our 1 year. The time right after the 1 year I think is the hardest, but we are doing undoubtably well. I have no idea what made him so perfect. How the hell did I find a guy like him?
The new Outkast CD, which isn't really new anymore, is fucking awesome. I mean, wow. I prefer Andre 3000 over Big Boi in this one, but I have to say, "I like the way you move" is definately my favorite song. That, and the instrumental of Favotie Things. I am driving home for the holidays. Have no idea what day I am going to leave. Have no idea what days I am going to be able to get off. All I know is that lack of working=me being poor. Epecially when I need money the most, X-mas time. At least I have Brett half way done, I have no idea what I am going to do (Which mean y'all are getting christmas cards). I wanted to just knit everyone something, but time is running out. I have been trying to knit myself something, and the progress has been slow. Hopefully that peice is done by the time I go home for Chrsitmas break. Don't worry Sarah, your scarf will come. Someday, haha.
Two of my roomates are leaving at semester; Emilie and Laura and gonna be gone around Christmas. Which creates more of a money stress but i guess thing will be OK because I gey along really well with the remining room mates. And maybe our utilities will go down.
So I guess that is the recap. it is fall/begining of winter here an I am already freezing. But I am not sick. So score for me. I have been doing so good. Almost an entire semester, no major illnesses, knock on wood. Goes to show the dowrms are evil.
I'll be home Tuesday morning so if you wanna chill or hang or whatever you kids in "the SC" call it (btw-I HATE the OC), give me a ring on the celly. I would like that. I hope I don't go 17 days with out an entry again. I appologize. Hopefully finals are as hectic as midterms, hahahahahahahaha. Wishful thinking!
2003-11-15 | 11:22 a.m.