Well, as some of you may know it was my birthday a little while ago. I turned 25 and I feel at least a day older than I was the day before. I didn't mind turning 25, you see, every time it's almost my birthday I start thinking of myself as the age I will be when my birthday finally arrives. So, although my birthday was only a week ago, I've been telling people I am 25 for at least 3 weeks now. Also, I know no matter how old I get I will always be 8 years younger than my oldest sister, 6 years younger than my brother, and a year and a half younger than my other older sister. In other words, I will always be the youngest person in my immediate family. However on the other side of that I will always be 9 months older than my best friend and 2 years older than her boyfriend who is also one of my roommates.
Anyhow, the point of this post is not to talk about how old I feel (18) or how much younger I am than my family members. The point is to talk about all the cool stuff I got. Which is really what birthdays are all about. Right?
Lets begin with what I did that day and I'll work all the Cool gifts in.
When I woke up it was early. I thought it was at least 10 o'clock, but it was apparently only 8:15. I would have kept sleeping but I just wasn't tired. So I woke up, showered and went to the gas station to purchase my daily RedBull. MMMMM . . . . RedBull . . . so delicious . . . so full of caffeine . . . what was I talking about? Oh right, my birthday.
Okay, so after I got my RedBull, I decided to clean the apartment. My roommates family had just left the day before and I needed organization! Luckily I know how to clean thoroughly because I lived with my OCD sister for a total of one year. ( Just to be clear, I said a TOTAL of one year . . . I just want to make sure you understand that it was not one consecutive year).
I knew my roommates wouldn't wake up for quite some time. I'm not even sure they know what 10 am looks like, let alone 8.
So I began cleaning. I took out the trash, wiped down the counter, scrubbed the kitchen floor. It felt good. By the time I was done my roommates had woken up and while I was putting away the mop and broom in the closet right next to their bedroom door, Bo opened the door and yelled my name, which scared the bejeezies out of me, as was his goal. You see we always try to scare each other. Unfortunately, he is always much more successful than me, because I scare much more easily. In fact I think the only times I've ever really scared him were accidental.
Anyway, when they woke up Anna asked me what I wanted to do that day and I told her nothing, which was completely true. It was my only day off that week and I just wanted to relax. She said that was fine but she had to go to the DMV to take her driving test because she needed to get a California driver's license instead of the stupid Nevada one she was carrying around.
I said that was fine, it gave me more ME time. So her and Bo left for the DMV around 11 o'clock.
I spent the next few hours just relaxing and watching television. Around 2 o'clock I was very hungry. My roommates were supposed to be bringing me a sandwich from Mr. Pickles, but they were taking FOREVER. I still waited though. I love Mr. Pickles. While I was waiting the mail came and I got a package from my parents and my sister (the older one, not the oldest one). I was so excited and opened it quickly. It was a little difficult because my hands were shaking from the hunger.
When I finally got it open there was a bag (some might consider it a purse, but I refuse to call it that). A really cool bag! One I would actually carry with me wherever I went. I know this was my sisters idea because she thinks I have a problem with losing my wallet and keys. I mean, yes I do occasionally forget where I put those things . . . which in turn causes me to turn the house upside down looking for them . . . but that's normal right? And I don't understand what the big deal is about leaving your wallet in your car! Just because I have one of the easiest cars to break into, and it's been stolen once and broken into once doesn't mean it will keep happening.
Nevertheless, I really like the bag. And I am proud to say that I have taken it everywhere i go for the last week that I have had it. Oh, and did I mention the bag is made entirely out of seat belt material! Well it is!
Okay, so there was more in the package than just the bag. There were things inside the bag too. They got me a book I asked for called "The Last Lecture" by Randy Pausch . . . it was recommended to me by my second mom (not to be confused with my biological mother whom I will always know as Mommy). I also got some really cool markers. They are kind of hard to explain, so I'm not going to try, but I like them very much.
I would like to publicly Thank them once again for those super cool gifts. Thank you Sandy (my sister) for finding a bag you knew I would like instead of picking one you know you would like. Thank you mom for giving birth to me 25 years ago, even though I was a "surprise" and also for the gifts. And Thank you Dad, even though you had no idea what you got me, but you worked hard to support our family and made sure we had enough. (Although Cable tv would have been nice when we were little).
There is much more to tell about my 25th birthday, but I feel as though this getting longer than most people would like to read , so lets consider this part one. Don't worry there will be a part II!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Long time no post
Well, it sure has been a while since my last post hasn't it? Soooooo much has happened since September 25th!
Since my memory is going in my old age of 25 I will start with the most recent events and hope more will come back to me through out my writing.
Most recently it was my roommates birthday. On October 10th he turned 23. His girlfriend and I had plans, BIG plans. She wanted to make a scavenger hunt for him that would last all day long. We spent weeks, nay months coming up with clues that rhymed. Okay, so we thought up most of them minutes before he woke up that day. What can I say, we work well under pressure.
We began by leaving him a note on the bathroom mirror. We also decorated the bathroom with balloons. Anna (his girlfriend, my bestfriend/ roommate) blew up most of them as I was exhausted from work the day before. The note on the mirror instructed him to take a shower, get dressed, and head to the car to find his first clue.
With each clue we left a gift. We had several gifts from various people in his life. I was in charge of leaving the clues at each location. We only told him where the first clue was, after that, each clue was hint for the location of his next clue.
We tried to be as clever as possible, which, if you ask me was pretty damn clever. The location of these clues were as follows: A big slide by our house where he once passed out after going down backwards (yeah it's that big), Mimi's cafe, In N Out Burger, his locker at In N Out burger (he's sort of a VIP customer there, and VIP's all get lockers), the sidewalk outside of the Ripley's Believe it or Not museum. . . which is wonderful by the way . . . , our friend Dick, and finally we just gave him the last clue at dinner.
It was a long day that didn't go quite the way we planned, but was still amazingly fun. It was also very tiring and I had to work at 5 am the next day.
Other than that our apartment has sort of been like a hotel the last week. Anna's mom came to stay for about 5 days, and then Bo's family was here for about 5 days. Note to everybody (never offer room service as a joke . . . some people won't know you're joking, and making grilled cheese sandwiches at 3 am is no fun at all!)
We also got to go on a boat tour around Alcatraz Island last Wednesday. It was really cool, and very informative. I finally got to see the Golden Gate Bridge for the first time on this tour, plus I got to see Alcatraz up close. We didn't actually get to go on the island, but we'll do that another day I'm sure.
Now, Let's recap . . . Birthday adventure, families in and out of our apartment and Boat Tour around Alcatraz Island.
The only other thing I can think of is that October 9th - 14th was Fleet week. So basically Fisherman's Wharf has been even more insane than usual. But it's over now, and I couldn't be more happy. Things are finally getting back to normal in my life and it feels so good.
Since my memory is going in my old age of 25 I will start with the most recent events and hope more will come back to me through out my writing.
Most recently it was my roommates birthday. On October 10th he turned 23. His girlfriend and I had plans, BIG plans. She wanted to make a scavenger hunt for him that would last all day long. We spent weeks, nay months coming up with clues that rhymed. Okay, so we thought up most of them minutes before he woke up that day. What can I say, we work well under pressure.
We began by leaving him a note on the bathroom mirror. We also decorated the bathroom with balloons. Anna (his girlfriend, my bestfriend/ roommate) blew up most of them as I was exhausted from work the day before. The note on the mirror instructed him to take a shower, get dressed, and head to the car to find his first clue.
With each clue we left a gift. We had several gifts from various people in his life. I was in charge of leaving the clues at each location. We only told him where the first clue was, after that, each clue was hint for the location of his next clue.
We tried to be as clever as possible, which, if you ask me was pretty damn clever. The location of these clues were as follows: A big slide by our house where he once passed out after going down backwards (yeah it's that big), Mimi's cafe, In N Out Burger, his locker at In N Out burger (he's sort of a VIP customer there, and VIP's all get lockers), the sidewalk outside of the Ripley's Believe it or Not museum. . . which is wonderful by the way . . . , our friend Dick, and finally we just gave him the last clue at dinner.
It was a long day that didn't go quite the way we planned, but was still amazingly fun. It was also very tiring and I had to work at 5 am the next day.
Other than that our apartment has sort of been like a hotel the last week. Anna's mom came to stay for about 5 days, and then Bo's family was here for about 5 days. Note to everybody (never offer room service as a joke . . . some people won't know you're joking, and making grilled cheese sandwiches at 3 am is no fun at all!)
We also got to go on a boat tour around Alcatraz Island last Wednesday. It was really cool, and very informative. I finally got to see the Golden Gate Bridge for the first time on this tour, plus I got to see Alcatraz up close. We didn't actually get to go on the island, but we'll do that another day I'm sure.
Now, Let's recap . . . Birthday adventure, families in and out of our apartment and Boat Tour around Alcatraz Island.
The only other thing I can think of is that October 9th - 14th was Fleet week. So basically Fisherman's Wharf has been even more insane than usual. But it's over now, and I couldn't be more happy. Things are finally getting back to normal in my life and it feels so good.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Big Night
Tonight's the night! The night when regular people without interesting lives of their own drop what they're doing, sit down on the couch, turn on the television, and watch the two best shows on television to date. The Office and Grey's Anatomy! That's right folks, the two season premiere's of the year that make life worth living!
We are a mere 6 and 1/2 hours from the moment we have all been waiting for (some people longer than others). I am so excited, but also torn between which one to watch first.
First of all, I feel the need to tell everyone that I have to work tonight, so I won't be able to watch them until I get off at 1:30ish in the morning. I thought a lot about calling in sick, but decided to suck it up and go to work.
Now, back to the real dilemma, The Office or Grey's Anatomy first? If I watch The office first, I'll only have to wait an hour before I watch Grey's Anatomy. BUT, I've seen the preview for Grey's Anatomy and I am dying to know what's going to happen. I guess I'll have 8 long hours at work to think about it. In the end I will probably just flip a coin.
We are a mere 6 and 1/2 hours from the moment we have all been waiting for (some people longer than others). I am so excited, but also torn between which one to watch first.
First of all, I feel the need to tell everyone that I have to work tonight, so I won't be able to watch them until I get off at 1:30ish in the morning. I thought a lot about calling in sick, but decided to suck it up and go to work.
Now, back to the real dilemma, The Office or Grey's Anatomy first? If I watch The office first, I'll only have to wait an hour before I watch Grey's Anatomy. BUT, I've seen the preview for Grey's Anatomy and I am dying to know what's going to happen. I guess I'll have 8 long hours at work to think about it. In the end I will probably just flip a coin.
Friday, September 19, 2008
All alone for a whole week
My roommates are taking a trip this week to go see a baby. I don't really understand why seeing this baby is more important than spending time with me, but I'm trying to be supportive of their decision.
However, it's going to be a long lonely week without them and I don't think I'll know what to do with myself. I used to love it when my old roommate went out of town. I feel bad for saying it if that person is reading this, but I think she already knows. I think the difference this time is that my roommate is also my best friend and we always have a good time together. Plus if we're annoyed about something, like the fact that I take a sip of water and then put the bottle back in the fridge, she can tell me, and vice versa.
And now they're deserting me! When they are here we always have so much fun. We do puzzles, play scene it, and have foosball tournaments. I don't want to be home alone! I don't know how to entertain myself anymore. A girl can't live on tv alone!
I suppose I will get by, try to work extra hours, and maybe branch out a bit as far as friends go. I mean I like the people I work with, we get along, maybe they will want to hang out with me?
However, it's going to be a long lonely week without them and I don't think I'll know what to do with myself. I used to love it when my old roommate went out of town. I feel bad for saying it if that person is reading this, but I think she already knows. I think the difference this time is that my roommate is also my best friend and we always have a good time together. Plus if we're annoyed about something, like the fact that I take a sip of water and then put the bottle back in the fridge, she can tell me, and vice versa.
And now they're deserting me! When they are here we always have so much fun. We do puzzles, play scene it, and have foosball tournaments. I don't want to be home alone! I don't know how to entertain myself anymore. A girl can't live on tv alone!
I suppose I will get by, try to work extra hours, and maybe branch out a bit as far as friends go. I mean I like the people I work with, we get along, maybe they will want to hang out with me?
Friday, September 5, 2008
Update
I can't really think of any specific thing to write about right now, so I figured I'd just give you a little update on what I've been doing.
I've been working.
A lot.
I don't think I've ever worked more than forty hours in one week before in my life. School was an issue. An important issue, but still an issue. I just got over my entire body throbbing with pain from all the work. It's only been two weeks, and it's not as though it's a difficult job.
Sure it can be stressful, but not mentally. Just physically.
Other than that, I am currently addicted to Grey's Anatomy. My roommates wanted to get me hooked so we would all crave a fix together. I understand. It's hard to have an addiction and not want others to be going through the same thing. So since I couldn't fight them, I joined them. Over the last week I've watched three entire seasons. The fourth one isn't out on DVD until September 9th, so I will have to wait five days until I can have another fix.
I don't know if I'll make it.
Sometimes I feel really pathetic enjoying something that isn't even real. I just think "what is the point? None of this is actually happening, nor did it ever happen, and yet, I can't stop watching."
It's kind of weird actually, because I can sit there and think that all day about a drama or a comedy, but when it comes to scary movies I can only focus on the possibility that I might wake up in a really gross place, with a chain around my leg and a tape lying there that says "play me".
But* I digress. My roommates and I are getting a long very well. Except for the time one of them thought it would be funny to trip me down the stairs which led to a great big bruise on my gluteus maximus. At first I was really angry. But then I realized I can rub it in his face whenever he's being mean to me. So, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise really. Plus he tried to buy my friendship back with redbull, rootbeer, and Disc one and two of Grey's anatomy season three (rentals anyway).
Moving on. I currently have a sinus infection. It's annoying but I think I'll live. Although with all the Grey's Anatomy I've been watching I'm constantly afraid that my next doctors visit will lead to a terrible diagnosis of an untreatable disease.
Let's see . . . what else . . . OH! The tv in my room is interesting. It's not mine, it's my roommates, and it has character. If I want to watch something before I go to sleep I need to turn it on an hour before I go to bed so that it will work when I finally lay down. It has to warm up. Not to mention that since I've used it more than it's been used in a while the color is no longer . . . normal. It's actually a green tone now. Which kind of makes everything more toxic-waste looking.
You're probably also wondering if I've had a chance to explore the city much. I'm guessing you're wondering that because everyone I talk to asks me that question. Well, the answer is no. I go to work, and then I go home. I've been to Target, Lucky's, Blockbuster, the gas station down the street, and Walgreens. However none of those places were in San Francisco, they are in Daly City.
Well, that's all I have to say for now. Stay tuned for more updates on my exciting life in a big city.
* I always feel guilty about starting a sentence with a conjuction (and, but, or). I think my middle school english teacher drilled it into my head that it was a big no no. I'm sure it is, but on the very few occasions I read a book, I see sentences that start that way. Am I crazy or is it against the laws of grammar?
I've been working.
A lot.
I don't think I've ever worked more than forty hours in one week before in my life. School was an issue. An important issue, but still an issue. I just got over my entire body throbbing with pain from all the work. It's only been two weeks, and it's not as though it's a difficult job.
Sure it can be stressful, but not mentally. Just physically.
Other than that, I am currently addicted to Grey's Anatomy. My roommates wanted to get me hooked so we would all crave a fix together. I understand. It's hard to have an addiction and not want others to be going through the same thing. So since I couldn't fight them, I joined them. Over the last week I've watched three entire seasons. The fourth one isn't out on DVD until September 9th, so I will have to wait five days until I can have another fix.
I don't know if I'll make it.
Sometimes I feel really pathetic enjoying something that isn't even real. I just think "what is the point? None of this is actually happening, nor did it ever happen, and yet, I can't stop watching."
It's kind of weird actually, because I can sit there and think that all day about a drama or a comedy, but when it comes to scary movies I can only focus on the possibility that I might wake up in a really gross place, with a chain around my leg and a tape lying there that says "play me".
But* I digress. My roommates and I are getting a long very well. Except for the time one of them thought it would be funny to trip me down the stairs which led to a great big bruise on my gluteus maximus. At first I was really angry. But then I realized I can rub it in his face whenever he's being mean to me. So, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise really. Plus he tried to buy my friendship back with redbull, rootbeer, and Disc one and two of Grey's anatomy season three (rentals anyway).
Moving on. I currently have a sinus infection. It's annoying but I think I'll live. Although with all the Grey's Anatomy I've been watching I'm constantly afraid that my next doctors visit will lead to a terrible diagnosis of an untreatable disease.
Let's see . . . what else . . . OH! The tv in my room is interesting. It's not mine, it's my roommates, and it has character. If I want to watch something before I go to sleep I need to turn it on an hour before I go to bed so that it will work when I finally lay down. It has to warm up. Not to mention that since I've used it more than it's been used in a while the color is no longer . . . normal. It's actually a green tone now. Which kind of makes everything more toxic-waste looking.
You're probably also wondering if I've had a chance to explore the city much. I'm guessing you're wondering that because everyone I talk to asks me that question. Well, the answer is no. I go to work, and then I go home. I've been to Target, Lucky's, Blockbuster, the gas station down the street, and Walgreens. However none of those places were in San Francisco, they are in Daly City.
Well, that's all I have to say for now. Stay tuned for more updates on my exciting life in a big city.
* I always feel guilty about starting a sentence with a conjuction (and, but, or). I think my middle school english teacher drilled it into my head that it was a big no no. I'm sure it is, but on the very few occasions I read a book, I see sentences that start that way. Am I crazy or is it against the laws of grammar?
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
I'm Sorry
okay, so I know I haven't been around and I would like to apologize to my 6 readers out there. I'm sorry. I know you are all waiting patiently for part four of My Most Recent Adventure series. However, motivation for me to write about that is at a bare minimum. You see, being the procrastinator that I am, I have forgotten most of what happened on that trip, and I feel that the rest of my story would not be that interesting to all of you. I also have no desire to try and remember what happened on those last three days.
Please, don't be angry with me. Over the last 2 weeks that I have lived in Daly city I have worked more hours than I have worked in a long time. I've been tired, I've been achy, and most unfortunately I have neglected this blog. I know that for most of you it is the highlight of your day, and I feel terrible for not updating since the fourteenth. I would also like to mention that I would have twittered, but every time I try my browser shuts down.
Stupid twitter.
Anyway, lets get you up to date on my current life in a strange new world.
Living in Daly City is nice. I've found my way to the bank, and the grocery store. So I know how to get to those two places pretty well. I could even tell you the names of a few streets. Impressive I know. I also know how to get to and from work.
I work on Fishermans Wharf. It's kind of a new adventure everyday. I never know who I might almost run over because tourists don't pay attention to cars or street lights. After all, they are pedestrians and they are more important than us simple folk driving. I also never know when a bus might almost hit me because they don't pay attention to oncoming traffic. I mean why should they, they are bigger and can do a lot more damage to us then we can do to them. Plus, they are working, which means where ever they need to go is far more important than anybody elses safety, let alone where they are going.
Did I mention I work about 8 miles from where I live. Well I do. Now I want you to think about how long it would take you to get 8 miles from where you live. It doesn't matter where, just so long as it's 8 miles away.
Are you thinking about it?
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Was that long enough or do you need more time? Feel free to go for an eight mile drive if you need to, this post will still be here when you get back. I'll give you a little more time though. Just in case. I wouldn't want you to not take this seriously.
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Okay, now that you've thought about it, I will tell you how long it takes me to get to and from work. When I work at 11:30 am, I leave at 10:30 am. Getting there is a little faster than leaving, but still, it normally takes me 30 to 45 minutes. When I get off it takes me an hour to an hour and a half, and that's using the quick route.
It's a little ridiculous.
I know a lot of this sounds like complaining, or that maybe I don't like it here, but that's not true. I like it very much. In fact, I kind of enjoy the drive to work. When I wake up I think "ahhh, I have to work . . . but wait . . . I get a nice long relaxing drive first!" I know what you're thinking. . . "but you just said you get cut off all the time and almost demolished by busses?" Well, you're right, I did say that, but the greatest thing about the long drive to work is this. . . I can only get there as fast as I can get there. Maybe someday I won't wake up on time and show up to work half an hour late. "Why are you late?" my boss will say . . . "well, sir, I left an hour early, but the traffic was insane!" Next thing you know he feels bad for me, because I just waited in an hour and a half of traffic . . . or at least that's what he believes. (insert evil laugh here . . . you know the one, it kind of goes like this MUAHAUHAHAHA. . . and so on and so on.)
Now you are jealous of my long drive to work aren't you? It's okay, maybe someday you will be lucky enough to work an hour away that is only 8 miles.
The drive home is another story though. The drive home sucks. My back often hurts in an excrutiating kind of way after eight hours of looking down (which is basically what I do). I'm usually hungry because I haven't eaten all day, and sometimes I have to pee. I try to make the best of it though. I keep a tennis ball in my car to massage my back while I'm driving. I deal with the hunger by thinking of nauseating smells, and having to pee helps keep me awake.
All in all things are going pretty well for me right now. Constantly working helps me save money. I've only bought gas once in the last two weeks because I only work 8 miles away. Plus when I get home, I get to hang out with my cool roommates. I think the best part so far though, would have to be the weather. I love it when it's overcast. And it's almost always foggy and overcast here. It's great!
Lastly I would like to acknowledge a typo in my last post. I would go back and change it, but the likeliness of you reading it again and realizing that I changed it is probably slim to none. So here it is . . . I mispelled there, well actually I just used the wrong form of there (their, they're). I typed there, but it should have been their. I am extremely embarrassed as well as disappointed in myself from this mistake. I don't even want to get into how much I've let my mother down. So just know, that I eventually saw it, and realized what I had done wrong. I read each of my posts like eight times, but typos aren't always caught before publishing occurs. I hope you can forgive me, and have faith that I will try my best to not let you down again.
Please, don't be angry with me. Over the last 2 weeks that I have lived in Daly city I have worked more hours than I have worked in a long time. I've been tired, I've been achy, and most unfortunately I have neglected this blog. I know that for most of you it is the highlight of your day, and I feel terrible for not updating since the fourteenth. I would also like to mention that I would have twittered, but every time I try my browser shuts down.
Stupid twitter.
Anyway, lets get you up to date on my current life in a strange new world.
Living in Daly City is nice. I've found my way to the bank, and the grocery store. So I know how to get to those two places pretty well. I could even tell you the names of a few streets. Impressive I know. I also know how to get to and from work.
I work on Fishermans Wharf. It's kind of a new adventure everyday. I never know who I might almost run over because tourists don't pay attention to cars or street lights. After all, they are pedestrians and they are more important than us simple folk driving. I also never know when a bus might almost hit me because they don't pay attention to oncoming traffic. I mean why should they, they are bigger and can do a lot more damage to us then we can do to them. Plus, they are working, which means where ever they need to go is far more important than anybody elses safety, let alone where they are going.
Did I mention I work about 8 miles from where I live. Well I do. Now I want you to think about how long it would take you to get 8 miles from where you live. It doesn't matter where, just so long as it's 8 miles away.
Are you thinking about it?
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Was that long enough or do you need more time? Feel free to go for an eight mile drive if you need to, this post will still be here when you get back. I'll give you a little more time though. Just in case. I wouldn't want you to not take this seriously.
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Okay, now that you've thought about it, I will tell you how long it takes me to get to and from work. When I work at 11:30 am, I leave at 10:30 am. Getting there is a little faster than leaving, but still, it normally takes me 30 to 45 minutes. When I get off it takes me an hour to an hour and a half, and that's using the quick route.
It's a little ridiculous.
I know a lot of this sounds like complaining, or that maybe I don't like it here, but that's not true. I like it very much. In fact, I kind of enjoy the drive to work. When I wake up I think "ahhh, I have to work . . . but wait . . . I get a nice long relaxing drive first!" I know what you're thinking. . . "but you just said you get cut off all the time and almost demolished by busses?" Well, you're right, I did say that, but the greatest thing about the long drive to work is this. . . I can only get there as fast as I can get there. Maybe someday I won't wake up on time and show up to work half an hour late. "Why are you late?" my boss will say . . . "well, sir, I left an hour early, but the traffic was insane!" Next thing you know he feels bad for me, because I just waited in an hour and a half of traffic . . . or at least that's what he believes. (insert evil laugh here . . . you know the one, it kind of goes like this MUAHAUHAHAHA. . . and so on and so on.)
Now you are jealous of my long drive to work aren't you? It's okay, maybe someday you will be lucky enough to work an hour away that is only 8 miles.
The drive home is another story though. The drive home sucks. My back often hurts in an excrutiating kind of way after eight hours of looking down (which is basically what I do). I'm usually hungry because I haven't eaten all day, and sometimes I have to pee. I try to make the best of it though. I keep a tennis ball in my car to massage my back while I'm driving. I deal with the hunger by thinking of nauseating smells, and having to pee helps keep me awake.
All in all things are going pretty well for me right now. Constantly working helps me save money. I've only bought gas once in the last two weeks because I only work 8 miles away. Plus when I get home, I get to hang out with my cool roommates. I think the best part so far though, would have to be the weather. I love it when it's overcast. And it's almost always foggy and overcast here. It's great!
Lastly I would like to acknowledge a typo in my last post. I would go back and change it, but the likeliness of you reading it again and realizing that I changed it is probably slim to none. So here it is . . . I mispelled there, well actually I just used the wrong form of there (their, they're). I typed there, but it should have been their. I am extremely embarrassed as well as disappointed in myself from this mistake. I don't even want to get into how much I've let my mother down. So just know, that I eventually saw it, and realized what I had done wrong. I read each of my posts like eight times, but typos aren't always caught before publishing occurs. I hope you can forgive me, and have faith that I will try my best to not let you down again.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
My move to Daly City
I'd like to take a break from my most recent adventure series to talk about my actual most recent adventure which was moving from San Diego to the Bay area.
I decided I was going to move here about 2 months ago. My friend Anna lives here, and I wanted to get out of Southern California and start a new adventure. Basically I made a huge decision as if it were no big deal, but life is all about taking risks right?
On Sunday I left San Diego and went to Ventura for a few days. Anna and her boy toy Bo were going to be in Ventura on Tuesday with a truck to help me take all my stuff. My dad had already come to San Diego the saturday prior to take all the stuff I couldn't fit in my car. It was a big help. My sister didn't want my stuff in her garage anymore so my dad was kind of a life saver.
On Tuesday we loaded everything into the rental truck and started our long journey towards Daly city. We had to make a few stops first though. You know, make our rounds at all the In N Outs. By the time we actually left it was about 4 o'clock.
The drive was long, really long. I kind of wanted to kill myself by the fifth hour. On the way we had to stop in Santa Cruz to pick up some of Anna's things that were stored in her cousins garage for a reason that isn't really worth telling you about. As it turns out her cousin lives in a house that's up a narrow windy road, with no street lights to help you see addresses. We spent about half an hour looking for the damn place. When we finally got there her cousin wasn't home. Luckily they hadn't locked there doors.
I'm guessing when her cousin got home that night it was a goldie locks type situation. You know . . . someones been sitting in my chair . . . someones been using my computer . . . etcetera etcetera.
Anna searched the house for her things with no success. She concluded that it must be in the garage. Now all she had to do was find that garage. It wasn't attached to the house, and it was pretty much pitch black outside. She finally found it and her and Bo went in with hesitation. They described the experience to me by comparing it to a scary movie. They heard noises and it took them a minute to find the light. They were sure that any minute someone was going to jump out at them with a knife.
Luckily that wasn't the case and they found her things! We carefully loaded it into the truck and got the hell out of there. We were on the final stretch of our journey and I couldn't get there fast enough. My back hurt, I was tired, hungry, and grumpy.
After what seemed like an eternity we arrived. Our apartment is at the top of a hill. the view is pretty much spectacular on a clear day. We are also on the top floor, but luckily no one is beneath us, it is just the garages. So we can make as much noise as we want! Sort of.
All we had to do now was unload everything. It's weird how you can think you don't have much stuff until you have to carry all of it up a flight of stairs. It took me about 6 trips. When I was finally done I was exhausted, but I was also hungry, so instead of going to bed, I ate 2 corn dogs. They were delicious.
Then I went to bed. End of story.
I decided I was going to move here about 2 months ago. My friend Anna lives here, and I wanted to get out of Southern California and start a new adventure. Basically I made a huge decision as if it were no big deal, but life is all about taking risks right?
On Sunday I left San Diego and went to Ventura for a few days. Anna and her boy toy Bo were going to be in Ventura on Tuesday with a truck to help me take all my stuff. My dad had already come to San Diego the saturday prior to take all the stuff I couldn't fit in my car. It was a big help. My sister didn't want my stuff in her garage anymore so my dad was kind of a life saver.
On Tuesday we loaded everything into the rental truck and started our long journey towards Daly city. We had to make a few stops first though. You know, make our rounds at all the In N Outs. By the time we actually left it was about 4 o'clock.
The drive was long, really long. I kind of wanted to kill myself by the fifth hour. On the way we had to stop in Santa Cruz to pick up some of Anna's things that were stored in her cousins garage for a reason that isn't really worth telling you about. As it turns out her cousin lives in a house that's up a narrow windy road, with no street lights to help you see addresses. We spent about half an hour looking for the damn place. When we finally got there her cousin wasn't home. Luckily they hadn't locked there doors.
I'm guessing when her cousin got home that night it was a goldie locks type situation. You know . . . someones been sitting in my chair . . . someones been using my computer . . . etcetera etcetera.
Anna searched the house for her things with no success. She concluded that it must be in the garage. Now all she had to do was find that garage. It wasn't attached to the house, and it was pretty much pitch black outside. She finally found it and her and Bo went in with hesitation. They described the experience to me by comparing it to a scary movie. They heard noises and it took them a minute to find the light. They were sure that any minute someone was going to jump out at them with a knife.
Luckily that wasn't the case and they found her things! We carefully loaded it into the truck and got the hell out of there. We were on the final stretch of our journey and I couldn't get there fast enough. My back hurt, I was tired, hungry, and grumpy.
After what seemed like an eternity we arrived. Our apartment is at the top of a hill. the view is pretty much spectacular on a clear day. We are also on the top floor, but luckily no one is beneath us, it is just the garages. So we can make as much noise as we want! Sort of.
All we had to do now was unload everything. It's weird how you can think you don't have much stuff until you have to carry all of it up a flight of stairs. It took me about 6 trips. When I was finally done I was exhausted, but I was also hungry, so instead of going to bed, I ate 2 corn dogs. They were delicious.
Then I went to bed. End of story.
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