A Fond Farewell
Jan. 4th, 2005 09:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirlThree days till the move. I've compiled a list of all the things I need to get done before the truck arrives. If I complete four tasks everyday then I'll be ready to roll Friday morning. It's all tedious shit like doing laundry, and making sure all the drawers in my dresser are empty. Packing duffle bags, disconnecting the computer, taping up boxes. Speaking of boxes, take a look at what I've done to my mother's living room.
You never realize how much shit you've got until you have to squeeze all of it into a limited number of boxes. All the boxes in this image are filled with books and clothing, nothing else. No videos, no appliances, no sheets, no towels, no papers, no CDs, no cassettes, just books and clothes. Haven't even started packing anything else. It's gonna be a long couple of days.
Last night I went up to the cave to give my landlady this month's rent. She invited me in, and we sat and talked for a half hour or so. Turns out she was an English major at Hofstra, so we talked about the utter uselessness of such a degree. Her two daughters, Portia and Olivia who are 4 and 2, pulled me into their room and showed me all the toys they got for Christmas. Now I'm not fond of kids, but these girls are really adorable. They are both gorgeous children who will no doubt grow into stunning young women, and they're really bubbly and friendly. They showed me their electronic walking dog, their Build-a-Bear bunnies, and their Bratz cat. I left when Danielle started getting them ready for bed.
I have to go back to work today. I also have to resume the job hunt. I used the Christmas break as a job hunt break as well. I was starting to feel discouraged. I maintain that sending out resumes and cover letters is one of the most demoralizing activities, because it takes so much work and so much hope, and more often then not you get nothing in return. I'm not looking forward to starting up again, but I know it must be done. Now that I'm paying rent AND trying to help out my broke brother I'm gonna need all the money I can get.
Typically I would have called him my broke dead beat brother, but that's no longer the case. Last night Michael was offered a part time job as Assistant Editor at www.nytheatre.com. Martin Denton is gonna pay him enough to make his rent each month, so that will be a slight load off my mind, not to mention mom's.
I haven't been writing much recently, nothing of importance anyway. It's not that I have nothing to say, just that I don't know how to say it, or that anyone is really interested in hearing it. I feel like I'm losing something. People, motivation, love. Mostly people. I've been falling into that "I'm nothing but a fuck," state of mind lately. Somedays are better then others. I wish I had someone around who I could just sit around eating popcorn and watching re-runs of Buffy with. Well...actually I sort of do. With Michael coming over here every day to use the internet, I've gotten him mildly interested in Angel. We'll sit around and I'll explain the back story to him while he shakes his head and says "this is a crazy show." But I can't cuddle with my brother. Nor can I really talk to him about what's going on inside my head. He has enough problems of his own. I need a buddy.
Speaking of losing things, even though I know he won't read this, I'd like to offer a fond farewell to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jsb1750. He was one of the few people on my friends list that I wasn't acquainted with through any means other than LJ. Typically I don't add people I don't know, but his journal was just so funny and well written I couldn't resist. For reasons known only to him he has decided to leave LJ, and while this makes me sad I understand that he has to do it. Sometimes we get so involved in online community that we forget there's a whole world of community outside. So, godspeed stranger! I whole-heartedly hope you'll return to us someday.
I'm thinking it may be time for another friends list cut. There are a couple people who just don't update anymore, and others who I don't find myself reading often enough to warrent keeping them on. It's funny, the more people read my journal, the more cuts I feel the need to make. Not sure why. Probably has something to do with privacy and all that shit. Haven't really sat down and analyzed my feeling on that topic.
And while I'm on the topic of friends, can I just say I really love the people who keep me on their friends list even though I haven't added them to mine? You guys really rock! It's not that I never read your journals, I do! It's just that I like to reserve my friends list for people I know in real life. But I do drop by your journals occasionally and catch up on whats been going on in your lives. I appreciate the fact that you all read my journal. I just wanted you to know that.
Carla
You never realize how much shit you've got until you have to squeeze all of it into a limited number of boxes. All the boxes in this image are filled with books and clothing, nothing else. No videos, no appliances, no sheets, no towels, no papers, no CDs, no cassettes, just books and clothes. Haven't even started packing anything else. It's gonna be a long couple of days.
Last night I went up to the cave to give my landlady this month's rent. She invited me in, and we sat and talked for a half hour or so. Turns out she was an English major at Hofstra, so we talked about the utter uselessness of such a degree. Her two daughters, Portia and Olivia who are 4 and 2, pulled me into their room and showed me all the toys they got for Christmas. Now I'm not fond of kids, but these girls are really adorable. They are both gorgeous children who will no doubt grow into stunning young women, and they're really bubbly and friendly. They showed me their electronic walking dog, their Build-a-Bear bunnies, and their Bratz cat. I left when Danielle started getting them ready for bed.
I have to go back to work today. I also have to resume the job hunt. I used the Christmas break as a job hunt break as well. I was starting to feel discouraged. I maintain that sending out resumes and cover letters is one of the most demoralizing activities, because it takes so much work and so much hope, and more often then not you get nothing in return. I'm not looking forward to starting up again, but I know it must be done. Now that I'm paying rent AND trying to help out my broke brother I'm gonna need all the money I can get.
Typically I would have called him my broke dead beat brother, but that's no longer the case. Last night Michael was offered a part time job as Assistant Editor at www.nytheatre.com. Martin Denton is gonna pay him enough to make his rent each month, so that will be a slight load off my mind, not to mention mom's.
I haven't been writing much recently, nothing of importance anyway. It's not that I have nothing to say, just that I don't know how to say it, or that anyone is really interested in hearing it. I feel like I'm losing something. People, motivation, love. Mostly people. I've been falling into that "I'm nothing but a fuck," state of mind lately. Somedays are better then others. I wish I had someone around who I could just sit around eating popcorn and watching re-runs of Buffy with. Well...actually I sort of do. With Michael coming over here every day to use the internet, I've gotten him mildly interested in Angel. We'll sit around and I'll explain the back story to him while he shakes his head and says "this is a crazy show." But I can't cuddle with my brother. Nor can I really talk to him about what's going on inside my head. He has enough problems of his own. I need a buddy.
Speaking of losing things, even though I know he won't read this, I'd like to offer a fond farewell to
jsb1750. He was one of the few people on my friends list that I wasn't acquainted with through any means other than LJ. Typically I don't add people I don't know, but his journal was just so funny and well written I couldn't resist. For reasons known only to him he has decided to leave LJ, and while this makes me sad I understand that he has to do it. Sometimes we get so involved in online community that we forget there's a whole world of community outside. So, godspeed stranger! I whole-heartedly hope you'll return to us someday. I'm thinking it may be time for another friends list cut. There are a couple people who just don't update anymore, and others who I don't find myself reading often enough to warrent keeping them on. It's funny, the more people read my journal, the more cuts I feel the need to make. Not sure why. Probably has something to do with privacy and all that shit. Haven't really sat down and analyzed my feeling on that topic.
And while I'm on the topic of friends, can I just say I really love the people who keep me on their friends list even though I haven't added them to mine? You guys really rock! It's not that I never read your journals, I do! It's just that I like to reserve my friends list for people I know in real life. But I do drop by your journals occasionally and catch up on whats been going on in your lives. I appreciate the fact that you all read my journal. I just wanted you to know that.
Carla
