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[Jan. 18th, 2011|11:43 pm] |
Oh hey, I'm not dead. I moved back to a lovely little apartment near the old milling district of Minneapolis. The building was built in the late 1920's, but I haven't had any problems with it yet. Unfortunately, my cat Edgar died from lead poisoning before he could enjoy the sunny windowsills and the cat across the hall. I really, really loathe my old rental company. When I moved in I had to sign something saying that there may or may not be lead in my paint. I asked the leasing agent which it was, and he said that the building definitely didn't have lead paint. I tried to vaccuum up any little paint chips Edgar scratched off right away, but when I moved out, I found some stashed. I called the main office to ask if my paint had lead in it, and they said it most definitely did. Coming home to find my baby dead was probably one of the worst things to happen to me. Every now and then I still start bawling about how I lost him. The one good thing was that the weekend before he died, Minneapolis was hit with this huge blizzard and I had bronchitis, so we spent every moment together. I think he knew that he was going to die soon because he never left my side during those last few days. I miss him, but I'm lucky to have had such an awesome kitten in my life, even if it was for just a short time.
My roommate just got back from India on Sunday, so we've been trying to get to know each other. We found each other on craigslist, which is kind of sketchy, but so far things have worked out well. Tonight, I was in the kitchen making Foccacia (which was delicious, by the way) and Meg came in and started singing along to Neutral Milk Hotel's LP In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, which was on the turntable. She knew every song and although she was in the next room over, we had the best sing-along without saying a word. Her friend Kara came over, sat down on the couch with her cat and started singing along too. I felt like I was in Almost Famous or something! Obviously, there are going to be times when I want to throw Meg out the window, but at least we're off to a good start.
There are so many other things I could write about, but I'm so tired. Hey, at least I updated this thing for the first time in however many months! |
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[Aug. 10th, 2010|10:30 pm] |
Last night got a little crazier than I expected, and I definitely paid for it today. Tomorrow marks the first of three 9 hour (plus 2 hours on the bus, roundtrip) training meetings. I guess summer is over for me now.
I had a work "meeting" last night, which basically means that I sat around and drank and listened to my boss talk about how she used to be addicted to porn. Sweet. Before I knew it, it was 10:00 and I still had to get groceries and try to get some sleep. Dan called me after he got out of the Edward Sharpe concert and he said he was going to come over. Normally I'd be excited to have him over, but I knew today was going to be long so I just wanted to sleep. He miraculously biked over without getting hit by a car and proceeded to pass out in the middle of my living room floor. I gently prodded him a few times, gave up and brought him a pillow and covered him up. That was my good deed for the week.
At some point he made it into bed, but he was definitely not leaving my apartment at 8:00 am (which was the time I had to head over to St. Paul). I finally caved in and gave him his copy of the keys back so that he could sleep in and lock up when he left. I know that he gave me keys to his old place shortly after we started dating, but I never abused that privilege. I'm fine with him staying here for a couple of extra hours in the morning, but I'm a little nervous that he's going to just let himself in after a long night of boozing. I like having my own apartment and I'm not really ready to give that up again.
I helped set stuff up at the convention center today and that was painful. By the time I left, I was in such a sour mood and the fact that I couldn't find a bus stop to save my soul didn't help. I ended up having a ton of errands to run, and by the time I was supposed to go back to downtown St. Paul for an optional picnic, I said fuck it and took a nap. I was hoping to meet some cool people, but they're driving me fucking insane. They can't alphabetize things worth a shit (and we're all reading teachers), they need everything repeated at least three times before in sinks in, and if one more fucking person asks me if "I'm totally excited to start working with the students", I'm going to clobber them. Fucking A man, I wish Tina would take that job in Boston so that I could have her gig and just work with adults and get cases of wine sent to me from different wine reps. I really need to change my outlook on this job, but it's hard.
I hope tomorrow goes better. I hope that once I start working in the school I mellow out a little bit and adjust to things. If nothing else, by this time next year, I will have about $6,000 in student loans left, which is going to be a lot less than the rest of my friends. I can do this. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2010|06:02 pm] |
Things seldom work out the way they're "supposed to", but they do work out. I was so excited to go to the Glamorama after-party last night, but that didn't happen. To back-track, Glamorama is the only legitimate fashion show in Minneapolis that features internationally known designers. Macy*s sponsors it, so when I started working at Macy*s, I always dreamed of going to Glamorama and pretending to be a super cool person for one night. However, tickets for the fashion show alone are 60 bucks, and if you want to go to the after-party it's going to cost at least a couple hundred dollars (it's a benefit for the children's hospital, but still). This year, I knew that I wouldn't see a lot of the fashion show since I would technically be working, but Tina assured me that I was going to the after-party, which was good enough for me. I was so excited to go. I planned my outfit out, I spent a good chunk of time getting ready, I haven't primped that hard for something since prom. I get to the Orpheum and Tina tells me that she gave my ticket to some guy, but she'd try to get me another one. That didn't happen, but I hung out with Kris til 4 am, which was probably more fun than taking care of Tina all night. Kris is moving back to Milwaukee any day now and I'm going to miss him a lot. I'm already planning a trip out there to watch a Brewers game, since they have people dress up in sausage costumes and race each other during the 7th inning stretch. That alone is a good enough reason to take the Megabus.
I rode the bus out to St. Paul to do some Americorps stuff, and I must say that even by the MetroTransit standards, today's excursion was crazy. There were two couples full on arguing and that was getting crazy. Then, some old lady came on the bus and flipped her shit on the driver. Old lady sat down to some other woman and they got into an argument. Of course, old lady decided to sit next to me and attempt to engage me in a conversation about how black people were ruining the world, but I had my huge-ass headphones on, so eventually she just gave up. Man, I felt kind of bad buying ridiculously expensive (but awesome) headphones, but they have really saved my sanity. If I have to spend two hours on the bus every day during rush-hour, I think they were worth the $150 I spent.
In other news, my grandmother is in the hospital and my mom is being a dipshit and making fun of her, because hey--she's not really my grandma (my dad was adopted). She's also complaining about her mother and I'm sick of reading several e-mails each day about the same shit. At the same time, I feel bad. Her whole deal is that since I'm still on the cellular family plan, I am obligated to call every night and talk to her for at least an hour. I seriously need to look into getting my own cell phone contract. |
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Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more |
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