: Grab that cup of coffee and stay a while.
Let's find a good starting point. Hmmmm . . . hmmmm . . .
Well, things at the apartment are going fine. Money is tight as hell because I was sick and my paycheck was hurt by that. It's not "OMG! I CAN'T MAKE THE RENT!" tight, of course, but it's definetly "No new comics and very few groceries" tight. We haven't gotten any other bills (except for electric, but that only covered the first three weeks we were here, thus being only about $8), which is not a terrible thing. I dread our gas bill, but it's nice to know that this is as bad as it's going to get.
Which is true, really. I mean, except for like December, the gas bill isn't going to be any higher and our cable/internet is doubled up for the installation, so that's not going to get any higher. That's nice to know.
I'm not a big fan of our neighbors. The ones immediately to our left (the first one you approach) are loud and obnoxious. The ex-husband (I guess) is always there and doesn't know how to use an indoor voice. He strikes me as one of those people that only has two ways of speaking: average and YELLLLLLING!. On the other side of us are a pair of guys about our age that we've had little to no interaction with. They were playing Guitar Hero last night. It was pretty loud, but I don't care. However, I'm uncertain how Tina (the woman at the end) felt about it. On my way out to class today, Tina confronted me about us missing our turn in the rotation of taking the garbage cans out. I told her that I didn't know when we were suppsed to go (I guess the guys between us didn't do it either), but just to let us know. She made a big deal about how both Kyle and I and our neighbors (Matt and Cody, I think) didn't do it. I proceeded to tell her that all she has to do is just knock on the door and let us know. She told me that "we" (meaning her and my next door neighbor) didn't know when Kyle and I were home because, apparently, we're never around (like that's her business). I told her that whenever my blue car or Kyle's white car is there, we're home and that she could always leave a note on the door.
Don't get the wrong impression that this was an actual arguement, of course. It was as civil as can be. I plastered on my Acme Fake Smile and spoke in a friendly tone. It was fine, just . . . annoying. I like how she assumes that because we're living there, we are going to have things go exactly how they did with the previous tennants.
I'm definetly taking Janine's advice and just trying to stay as neutral as possible with the neighbors. Not become friends, but not make enemies.
Oh, and the night before last, some dumbass across the street was playing their music super, super loud. At 2:30 AM. Ugh. I mean, I could feel the bass in my room.
So there's that.
Living with Kyle has been . . . interesting. He's not here much, which is a surprise. I figured he would be here quite often, taking advantage of the peace and quiet the apartment offers, doing art or reading or drinking tea. He, well, hasn't, which is a big surprise. Not me though. I'm here all the fucking time.
I'm having issues with Acme, which should be of no surprise to anyone. In addition to the lack of hours (hence the money crunch), I once more have management's dick planted firmly in my asshole. Bob gave Holli four night shifts (how could anyone make this mistake is beyond me), and because of she's entitled to it, he gave her a dayshift. Who's? Mine. So, tomorrow, I get stuck with a 1-10 register. Spread the cheeks and insert penis, because I'm getting fucked again. As always. Maybe if management did their job right, I wouldn't get fucked like this and get so pissed off. Part of me wants to be the biggest douchebag to customers so that they'll never want me on register again.
Perchance to dream . . .
School is messy right now and I don't want to talk about it.
I'm facing a revision of my future plans. Nothing drastic; we're still moving to Columbus in January and all that. But I thinking that instead of going full-time in the Fall and doing my internship in Columbus, I'll go part-time in the Fall and transfer to Columbus State College. This is mainly because I'm not even near the altar, but I'm stressing out majorly and really struggling with classes as a result.
I haven't looked into it much and because the program is so new, when I went down last summer to meet with someone at CSC, they didn't have much to go on. I plan on seeing my advisor next week and doing some research here in the meantime.
I'm going to Columbus anyways for a project in my CVI class. Long story and I'll get into when everything becomes more clear.
On Saturday, I had the gang over. Danny P, Stephy, Chris, Eric, Smitty, and Tricia (eventually). Chris apparently needed to exit as quickly as possible. I got drunk, but not crazy drunk. Still, it was fun being inebreated. And it was so good to see everyone again. I love seeing Smitty outside of work, in a far more relaxing environment (feel better, buddy). I really missed Dan and Steph. Dan, I've kinda gotten over not seeing him as much, but Steph . . . not so much. I went from seeing hear 6 days out of the week to . . . well, almost never. I never thought I'd miss her so much, but I do. I know it probably sounds scandalous, but I think I miss Steph more than I miss anyone else. No one is there to tell me my hair looks bad or to straighten my tie. No one talks my ear off about their boyfriend anymore, nor does anyone listen to me like she used to.
At least when Danny P left, it also meant that I didn't have to worry about Hank snapping my head off in frozen foods if I caught back there. It also meant less pointless arguements (vasectomy vs. tubaligation? WTF?) and less bashing of things I like (HA!). And I had more people to kinda fall back on - like Steph. But with Steph gone and Chris gone, all I really have left are Smitty, Andrew, and Jason (the last two not so much and I see Smitty rarely). Brett has latched onto me like a life-vest, but I really hate that jerk-off. I have Tara, Christine, and Amanda, but . . . eh, who are they really? I actually heard Tara half-insult me without realizing it was me (it's complicated). I like Amanda, but there's not a lot of common ground there. Same with Christine.
I can't wait until I'm out of there.
Okay, well, over in the wedding department, there's just one thing after another. This is a fairly complicated matter. Tricia and I have everyone and their mother telling us what we should and shouldn't do (which needs to stop, like, now). We don't have money because of her Dad, who was going to give us a shitload, well . . . hasn't yet. Yet. I hope. We're looking at a total expense of about $10-11,000 (honeymoon included). If he can't come through, we need to know now so that we can start changing plans and re-planning our honeymoon.
This whole wedding planning is a pain the ass. Seriously. I can't wait to see it come together, but at the same time, I think Tricia might kill someone before hand. Everyone in our age group has their heads about them and are pretty much "just tell us want to do and where to go and we'll do that and we'll be there." Which is perfect.
I sometimes wish Tricia was over here now because I feel like without the closeness, we're lacking the support we need. I know, I know. Beech Hill is only about five-ish minutes further than Casa de Woodside, but still . . . I don't know. It's also harder because whenever she comes over here, I'm certain it's a scandal over at her house. Her grandma believes that Tricia and I have sex every time we leave the house. So, I try to keep that in mind for the sake of Tricia's sanity. However, the problem then becomes obvious: we have literally have no place to sit at Tricia's house since I took her couch. Leaving us with no option but for her to come over here. Which is great, but . . .
There's always issues, isn't there? Because we only have the one TV, there's only one place to hang out: the living room. Which is where Kyle plays his DS. I know he'd have zero problem with me saying "Hey, dude, would you mind if Tricia and had a little privacy?" but I'd feel like a real asshole saying that. Plus, I never have anything here to offer her.
And I miss Tricia. I think one of the biggest signs that you should get married is that you miss your girlfriend/boyfriend constantly. I want to wake up to her - to see the light of the rising sun splashed across her soft cheek. I love watching her wake up. I want to walk downstairs and find her in the living room, drawing. I want to hang out with her in the hours before work or class. I want to kiss her good bye in the morning. I want to hold her at night and be there when she has bad dream. I want to get smacked in the face by her hand as she tosses in her sleep. I want to cook for her and her to cook for me and for her to roll her eyes as I pick the red and green peppers from my dinner. I want to have movie and art nights, where we load up on caffeine and watch movies while drawing and coloring like mad.
Sigh.
Okay, well look, I've gone on and on and on here, so I'm going to take off. I advise you to take a look at my newest blog, Woodsidian Sentiment (http://woodsidian.blogspot.com/). In the tradition of Tricia's Johnny Depp-a-thon and Sarah's constantly watching of movies, it's now my goal to watch every single movie that has won the Oscar for best motion picture. I have a bunch on the DVR that I've watched all ready, but I plan on re-watching them with a more crticial eye.
And that's that.
~W~
Let's find a good starting point. Hmmmm . . . hmmmm . . .
Well, things at the apartment are going fine. Money is tight as hell because I was sick and my paycheck was hurt by that. It's not "OMG! I CAN'T MAKE THE RENT!" tight, of course, but it's definetly "No new comics and very few groceries" tight. We haven't gotten any other bills (except for electric, but that only covered the first three weeks we were here, thus being only about $8), which is not a terrible thing. I dread our gas bill, but it's nice to know that this is as bad as it's going to get.
Which is true, really. I mean, except for like December, the gas bill isn't going to be any higher and our cable/internet is doubled up for the installation, so that's not going to get any higher. That's nice to know.
I'm not a big fan of our neighbors. The ones immediately to our left (the first one you approach) are loud and obnoxious. The ex-husband (I guess) is always there and doesn't know how to use an indoor voice. He strikes me as one of those people that only has two ways of speaking: average and YELLLLLLING!. On the other side of us are a pair of guys about our age that we've had little to no interaction with. They were playing Guitar Hero last night. It was pretty loud, but I don't care. However, I'm uncertain how Tina (the woman at the end) felt about it. On my way out to class today, Tina confronted me about us missing our turn in the rotation of taking the garbage cans out. I told her that I didn't know when we were suppsed to go (I guess the guys between us didn't do it either), but just to let us know. She made a big deal about how both Kyle and I and our neighbors (Matt and Cody, I think) didn't do it. I proceeded to tell her that all she has to do is just knock on the door and let us know. She told me that "we" (meaning her and my next door neighbor) didn't know when Kyle and I were home because, apparently, we're never around (like that's her business). I told her that whenever my blue car or Kyle's white car is there, we're home and that she could always leave a note on the door.
Don't get the wrong impression that this was an actual arguement, of course. It was as civil as can be. I plastered on my Acme Fake Smile and spoke in a friendly tone. It was fine, just . . . annoying. I like how she assumes that because we're living there, we are going to have things go exactly how they did with the previous tennants.
I'm definetly taking Janine's advice and just trying to stay as neutral as possible with the neighbors. Not become friends, but not make enemies.
Oh, and the night before last, some dumbass across the street was playing their music super, super loud. At 2:30 AM. Ugh. I mean, I could feel the bass in my room.
So there's that.
Living with Kyle has been . . . interesting. He's not here much, which is a surprise. I figured he would be here quite often, taking advantage of the peace and quiet the apartment offers, doing art or reading or drinking tea. He, well, hasn't, which is a big surprise. Not me though. I'm here all the fucking time.
I'm having issues with Acme, which should be of no surprise to anyone. In addition to the lack of hours (hence the money crunch), I once more have management's dick planted firmly in my asshole. Bob gave Holli four night shifts (how could anyone make this mistake is beyond me), and because of she's entitled to it, he gave her a dayshift. Who's? Mine. So, tomorrow, I get stuck with a 1-10 register. Spread the cheeks and insert penis, because I'm getting fucked again. As always. Maybe if management did their job right, I wouldn't get fucked like this and get so pissed off. Part of me wants to be the biggest douchebag to customers so that they'll never want me on register again.
Perchance to dream . . .
School is messy right now and I don't want to talk about it.
I'm facing a revision of my future plans. Nothing drastic; we're still moving to Columbus in January and all that. But I thinking that instead of going full-time in the Fall and doing my internship in Columbus, I'll go part-time in the Fall and transfer to Columbus State College. This is mainly because I'm not even near the altar, but I'm stressing out majorly and really struggling with classes as a result.
I haven't looked into it much and because the program is so new, when I went down last summer to meet with someone at CSC, they didn't have much to go on. I plan on seeing my advisor next week and doing some research here in the meantime.
I'm going to Columbus anyways for a project in my CVI class. Long story and I'll get into when everything becomes more clear.
On Saturday, I had the gang over. Danny P, Stephy, Chris, Eric, Smitty, and Tricia (eventually). Chris apparently needed to exit as quickly as possible. I got drunk, but not crazy drunk. Still, it was fun being inebreated. And it was so good to see everyone again. I love seeing Smitty outside of work, in a far more relaxing environment (feel better, buddy). I really missed Dan and Steph. Dan, I've kinda gotten over not seeing him as much, but Steph . . . not so much. I went from seeing hear 6 days out of the week to . . . well, almost never. I never thought I'd miss her so much, but I do. I know it probably sounds scandalous, but I think I miss Steph more than I miss anyone else. No one is there to tell me my hair looks bad or to straighten my tie. No one talks my ear off about their boyfriend anymore, nor does anyone listen to me like she used to.
At least when Danny P left, it also meant that I didn't have to worry about Hank snapping my head off in frozen foods if I caught back there. It also meant less pointless arguements (vasectomy vs. tubaligation? WTF?) and less bashing of things I like (HA!). And I had more people to kinda fall back on - like Steph. But with Steph gone and Chris gone, all I really have left are Smitty, Andrew, and Jason (the last two not so much and I see Smitty rarely). Brett has latched onto me like a life-vest, but I really hate that jerk-off. I have Tara, Christine, and Amanda, but . . . eh, who are they really? I actually heard Tara half-insult me without realizing it was me (it's complicated). I like Amanda, but there's not a lot of common ground there. Same with Christine.
I can't wait until I'm out of there.
Okay, well, over in the wedding department, there's just one thing after another. This is a fairly complicated matter. Tricia and I have everyone and their mother telling us what we should and shouldn't do (which needs to stop, like, now). We don't have money because of her Dad, who was going to give us a shitload, well . . . hasn't yet. Yet. I hope. We're looking at a total expense of about $10-11,000 (honeymoon included). If he can't come through, we need to know now so that we can start changing plans and re-planning our honeymoon.
This whole wedding planning is a pain the ass. Seriously. I can't wait to see it come together, but at the same time, I think Tricia might kill someone before hand. Everyone in our age group has their heads about them and are pretty much "just tell us want to do and where to go and we'll do that and we'll be there." Which is perfect.
I sometimes wish Tricia was over here now because I feel like without the closeness, we're lacking the support we need. I know, I know. Beech Hill is only about five-ish minutes further than Casa de Woodside, but still . . . I don't know. It's also harder because whenever she comes over here, I'm certain it's a scandal over at her house. Her grandma believes that Tricia and I have sex every time we leave the house. So, I try to keep that in mind for the sake of Tricia's sanity. However, the problem then becomes obvious: we have literally have no place to sit at Tricia's house since I took her couch. Leaving us with no option but for her to come over here. Which is great, but . . .
There's always issues, isn't there? Because we only have the one TV, there's only one place to hang out: the living room. Which is where Kyle plays his DS. I know he'd have zero problem with me saying "Hey, dude, would you mind if Tricia and had a little privacy?" but I'd feel like a real asshole saying that. Plus, I never have anything here to offer her.
And I miss Tricia. I think one of the biggest signs that you should get married is that you miss your girlfriend/boyfriend constantly. I want to wake up to her - to see the light of the rising sun splashed across her soft cheek. I love watching her wake up. I want to walk downstairs and find her in the living room, drawing. I want to hang out with her in the hours before work or class. I want to kiss her good bye in the morning. I want to hold her at night and be there when she has bad dream. I want to get smacked in the face by her hand as she tosses in her sleep. I want to cook for her and her to cook for me and for her to roll her eyes as I pick the red and green peppers from my dinner. I want to have movie and art nights, where we load up on caffeine and watch movies while drawing and coloring like mad.
Sigh.
Okay, well look, I've gone on and on and on here, so I'm going to take off. I advise you to take a look at my newest blog, Woodsidian Sentiment (http://woodsidian.blogspot.com/). In the tradition of Tricia's Johnny Depp-a-thon and Sarah's constantly watching of movies, it's now my goal to watch every single movie that has won the Oscar for best motion picture. I have a bunch on the DVR that I've watched all ready, but I plan on re-watching them with a more crticial eye.
And that's that.
~W~
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