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And just like that, new minimum wage opportunities have presented themselves.
Did I mention that I still haven't technically quit my last job? I just kinda haven't... gone in... to work...
Anyway, I've been completely bumming it out, watching youtube videos and making new friends on the interwebs.
So, in a nutshell, that is my life right now. I'm writing in a journal that is falling apart and waiting anxiously for about a dozen packages to come in before I go to LA. Come on USPS, UPS, and FedEx-- gimme a break.
But since I have absolutely nothing to talk about, I shall not waste your valuable blog-reading time. Here's a few HA-larious videos to tide you over
Toodles til I do something with my life
Tuesday, January 5
Saturday, January 2
Recap: Lez Lost In the City Part Deux
Title: How I Played Hookie and Bummed it Up in
Chicago, IL
December 31st
Yesterday, I was homeless. And jobless. I rode the trains for eight hours with my love and I didn't wish for a bed. I guess I should start at the beginning...
After my wonderful "interview", which really just turned out to be a lunch date that I was way overdressed for, I went out with Amour and my love. We shopped a little, ate a little, and laughed an awful lot. And because of all our tomfoolery- and my inability to watch the clock- I missed my 7 o'clock train back to responsibility and the corn fields. So Ashley and I, after realizing there was no way we were going to make it to Union Station before my train pulled off... We just decided to enjoy my being in the city.
We called Amour to tell her that I was stuck here and she was stuck with me. Ashley also called one of her friends to tell her we were coming over so she could meet me... We didn't go over there... But that's an entirely different story. We hopped in the car with Amour to do god knows what with her Southside attitude quasi-girlfriend. At first, I was a little apprehensive because, walking in, I was met with question marks and blank faces. It was obvious that one of us was not like the oooothers. But you know what I do in uncomfortable situations? I laugh until everyone else feels they can laugh with me. Besides, I was with the two people I loved most in the city, I had had a really amazing day, and I was at a party... kind of. We had to hop back in the car, though, to go grab alcohol and that was a battle in and of itself. Somehow, six of us thought we could all fit into Amour's "Lexus" tat should really only hold four people and one small dog. I sat squished between my girlfriend's lap and the roof, cursing God for the new addition to my backside. I was a jerk to the rest of the car though. I didn't try to make conversation and I judged them a little harshly. But honestly, who says "Hold my dick" when they want you to hold their cigarellos? I wasn't feeling in my element. I wasn't feeling welcome, either. But when we got back to the house, Amour, my love, and I had girl talk for a little while (it was Amour's first day meeting my girlfriend, so the questioning got a weeeee bit personal), and I started to feel a little better. The rest of he party came in, drinks in hand. I'm not sure if it was the liquor or my girlfriend's smack-talking abilities while playing Spades. but it seemed like, within half an hour, the thick tension-filled atmosphere became easy and free. It was a party.
I spent the night trying to be on my P's and Q's about too much PDA though and it kind of got hard (pun intended) at times to hide the fact that I really, really wanted my girlfriend. But everyone seemed pretty cool with it. Especially our host's elder sister, who suggested Ashley and I go in the bathroom for a quickie. Amour's quasi-girlfriend... I didn't know about her opinion on the touchy-feely. She kept looking in our direction and I didn't know if it was because she wanted us to stop or because she wished she was doing the same thing. I don't mean to seem all-knowing or as if I have an absolutely perfect, model relationship... But I know that she and Amour have been having problems... And that night I felt like my love and I were teaching her a lot about genuine affection, not just making out.
But more on that later.
We actually had a lot of fun. So shoutout to: Quitta, Amour, Nene, Qwame, Kyosha, Ryan, and Chauncey (even though I only saw the back of your head the entire time lol)
We left with all lovers in arms. I hated to see it, but Amour and Q actually seemed really in love. I'll have to friend her on FB.
Anyway, after we left the party, Amour dropped us off at Ashley's best friend's house... Ashley hadn't seen him in forever, but assured me it was cool that we were crashing on his couch. We didn't get there until like 1AM, but he was up talking with someone until almost 2, so I didn't feel so guilty. We chatted a bit, but he had to leave early in te morning for something so we cut it short. We work up in a tangle of sweat and blankets and legs and sexual frustration. It was after noon and we were officially bums. I mean we looked and probably smelled like bums and we waited for a ride to her home... But it turned out her mother locked us out so the plans changed to... ME MEETING HER MOTHER. And as if that wasn't scary enough, we were meeting her at church... Actually at the reception for a funeral. Grandtastic. Not only was I meeting Ashley's mother, who intimidates the bejeezus out of me, I was meeting her at one of the most personal events I could imagine. After not showering or changing. After keeping her daughter out all night. so "how would you like to meet my mom" was met with deer-in-headlight eyes and "holy shit no thank you". But we went. And it was actually quite awkward. We sat in the reception for a while. I watched and stood with Ashley as she greeted old friends and talked with her family. for the most part, I wasn't really acknowledge outside of introductions. I was kind of pushed to the background, which is fine by me. I mean, the alternative could very well have been You're going to HELL you filthy sinner!!" So I took it. After enough awkwardness to last the rest of eternity, Ashley got the keys to the car so that we could sit outside while the friends and family of the deceased had dinner. I seriously sat with my hands in my lap and wrote depressing entries like the *this one* to pass the time. I didn't want to have one hair out of line in case Momma Bear went nuts on me. We were planning on going to see Avatar after we picked up some things from her home, so when her mom finally came to the driver's door, we breathed a sigh of relief. One step closer to Avatar 3D =) The car ride was actually kind of awkward for me. I didn't know if I should try sparking up conversation or just sit in the back and try to blend in with the seat and just hope that I didn't accidentally choke myself with the seat belt. Her mom made it easy. She just called one of her friends every time Ashley got out of the car to pick something up or any time there was a lull or lapse in conversation. That suited me fine. I had my music blasting every second of the awkwardness because I learned at a young age that when I'm in compromising or awkward situations... It's just best for me to occupy myself and ignore my surroundings.
We finally got the hell out of dodge after stocking my bag with candy and snacks for the movie. Avatar 3D (yea you're gonna get sick of me saying it) at the River East theatre was... Just fucking awesome. i had a headache at the end, but I was also shocked and amazed that it lived up to the hype. I seriously enjoyed every single solitary second of that film. Every second.
But... After te film, life become a little complicated. Ashley and I flipped through our phone books to try to find a friend to stay the night with... And came up empty. Everyone I knew was an ex or out of town and everyone she knew... Was an ex or out of town. Stephen, the friend we had stayed with the night before, was out and about... And there was really no one else answering the phone. So, we decided, after a very formal "Don't come home with company" call from her mother to just ride the red line for the remainder of the night or until someone rescued us. We rode back and forth until five the next morning. Maybe it was our secret, underneath our breath prayers to God, Eywa, Buddha- which ever deity was on duty that night- that finally got us the phone call from her Dad... But it was like a blessed event. He yelled at us for being so stupid and not calling the house when we couldn't reach his cell pone. I was glad to be yelled at. It was five something by the time we actually began the journey to his home and 6:13 when we walked in the door of the home he shared with his girlfriend, who was actually the one to pick us up. Not saying that the train ride was absolutely terrible, I was so deliriously happy to be on cushioned, warm seats that I didn't really know what to do with myself or what was going on. Her dad's girlfriend was pretty awesome. She was such a genuinely cheerful and happy person, and while that's not usually my cup of tea so early in the morning... It was a breath of fresh air that was really needed. She was the first adult in the family to recognize, acknowledge, and, I felt, bless our relationship. She saw our picture on my phone
Again, the train experience wasn't bad. Ashley and I got to talk about any and everything and I got to have this experience with someone I love and who is utterly in love with me. It was good for us. I felt so much happier stranded on the train with her than I feel when we're in this godforsaken shithole.
Today was mundane.. A rest period I'd call it. We went to grab my train ticket back to Normal, then went to spend some time with her cousins Toiya (slap me if I spell it wrong) and David. It was actually pretty rad, a good way to end my stay =) David and I talked about the philosophy (theory) and psychology (science) behind readers' views of an author's message. He had a lot of interesting things to say and I definitely can't wait to pick his brain again.
Which I guess means I'm sticking with her family. And I'm making them love me. Dammit.
Anyway, I'm on the train home now. And I'm accepting Ashley's facebook relationship request. And I'm.. Falling in love all over again with my girlfriend.
Chicago, IL
December 31st
Yesterday, I was homeless. And jobless. I rode the trains for eight hours with my love and I didn't wish for a bed. I guess I should start at the beginning...
After my wonderful "interview", which really just turned out to be a lunch date that I was way overdressed for, I went out with Amour and my love. We shopped a little, ate a little, and laughed an awful lot. And because of all our tomfoolery- and my inability to watch the clock- I missed my 7 o'clock train back to responsibility and the corn fields. So Ashley and I, after realizing there was no way we were going to make it to Union Station before my train pulled off... We just decided to enjoy my being in the city.
We called Amour to tell her that I was stuck here and she was stuck with me. Ashley also called one of her friends to tell her we were coming over so she could meet me... We didn't go over there... But that's an entirely different story. We hopped in the car with Amour to do god knows what with her Southside attitude quasi-girlfriend. At first, I was a little apprehensive because, walking in, I was met with question marks and blank faces. It was obvious that one of us was not like the oooothers. But you know what I do in uncomfortable situations? I laugh until everyone else feels they can laugh with me. Besides, I was with the two people I loved most in the city, I had had a really amazing day, and I was at a party... kind of. We had to hop back in the car, though, to go grab alcohol and that was a battle in and of itself. Somehow, six of us thought we could all fit into Amour's "Lexus" tat should really only hold four people and one small dog. I sat squished between my girlfriend's lap and the roof, cursing God for the new addition to my backside. I was a jerk to the rest of the car though. I didn't try to make conversation and I judged them a little harshly. But honestly, who says "Hold my dick" when they want you to hold their cigarellos? I wasn't feeling in my element. I wasn't feeling welcome, either. But when we got back to the house, Amour, my love, and I had girl talk for a little while (it was Amour's first day meeting my girlfriend, so the questioning got a weeeee bit personal), and I started to feel a little better. The rest of he party came in, drinks in hand. I'm not sure if it was the liquor or my girlfriend's smack-talking abilities while playing Spades. but it seemed like, within half an hour, the thick tension-filled atmosphere became easy and free. It was a party.
I spent the night trying to be on my P's and Q's about too much PDA though and it kind of got hard (pun intended) at times to hide the fact that I really, really wanted my girlfriend. But everyone seemed pretty cool with it. Especially our host's elder sister, who suggested Ashley and I go in the bathroom for a quickie. Amour's quasi-girlfriend... I didn't know about her opinion on the touchy-feely. She kept looking in our direction and I didn't know if it was because she wanted us to stop or because she wished she was doing the same thing. I don't mean to seem all-knowing or as if I have an absolutely perfect, model relationship... But I know that she and Amour have been having problems... And that night I felt like my love and I were teaching her a lot about genuine affection, not just making out.
But more on that later.
We actually had a lot of fun. So shoutout to: Quitta, Amour, Nene, Qwame, Kyosha, Ryan, and Chauncey (even though I only saw the back of your head the entire time lol)
We left with all lovers in arms. I hated to see it, but Amour and Q actually seemed really in love. I'll have to friend her on FB.
Anyway, after we left the party, Amour dropped us off at Ashley's best friend's house... Ashley hadn't seen him in forever, but assured me it was cool that we were crashing on his couch. We didn't get there until like 1AM, but he was up talking with someone until almost 2, so I didn't feel so guilty. We chatted a bit, but he had to leave early in te morning for something so we cut it short. We work up in a tangle of sweat and blankets and legs and sexual frustration. It was after noon and we were officially bums. I mean we looked and probably smelled like bums and we waited for a ride to her home... But it turned out her mother locked us out so the plans changed to... ME MEETING HER MOTHER. And as if that wasn't scary enough, we were meeting her at church... Actually at the reception for a funeral. Grandtastic. Not only was I meeting Ashley's mother, who intimidates the bejeezus out of me, I was meeting her at one of the most personal events I could imagine. After not showering or changing. After keeping her daughter out all night. so "how would you like to meet my mom" was met with deer-in-headlight eyes and "holy shit no thank you". But we went. And it was actually quite awkward. We sat in the reception for a while. I watched and stood with Ashley as she greeted old friends and talked with her family. for the most part, I wasn't really acknowledge outside of introductions. I was kind of pushed to the background, which is fine by me. I mean, the alternative could very well have been You're going to HELL you filthy sinner!!" So I took it. After enough awkwardness to last the rest of eternity, Ashley got the keys to the car so that we could sit outside while the friends and family of the deceased had dinner. I seriously sat with my hands in my lap and wrote depressing entries like the *this one* to pass the time. I didn't want to have one hair out of line in case Momma Bear went nuts on me. We were planning on going to see Avatar after we picked up some things from her home, so when her mom finally came to the driver's door, we breathed a sigh of relief. One step closer to Avatar 3D =) The car ride was actually kind of awkward for me. I didn't know if I should try sparking up conversation or just sit in the back and try to blend in with the seat and just hope that I didn't accidentally choke myself with the seat belt. Her mom made it easy. She just called one of her friends every time Ashley got out of the car to pick something up or any time there was a lull or lapse in conversation. That suited me fine. I had my music blasting every second of the awkwardness because I learned at a young age that when I'm in compromising or awkward situations... It's just best for me to occupy myself and ignore my surroundings.
We finally got the hell out of dodge after stocking my bag with candy and snacks for the movie. Avatar 3D (yea you're gonna get sick of me saying it) at the River East theatre was... Just fucking awesome. i had a headache at the end, but I was also shocked and amazed that it lived up to the hype. I seriously enjoyed every single solitary second of that film. Every second.
But... After te film, life become a little complicated. Ashley and I flipped through our phone books to try to find a friend to stay the night with... And came up empty. Everyone I knew was an ex or out of town and everyone she knew... Was an ex or out of town. Stephen, the friend we had stayed with the night before, was out and about... And there was really no one else answering the phone. So, we decided, after a very formal "Don't come home with company" call from her mother to just ride the red line for the remainder of the night or until someone rescued us. We rode back and forth until five the next morning. Maybe it was our secret, underneath our breath prayers to God, Eywa, Buddha- which ever deity was on duty that night- that finally got us the phone call from her Dad... But it was like a blessed event. He yelled at us for being so stupid and not calling the house when we couldn't reach his cell pone. I was glad to be yelled at. It was five something by the time we actually began the journey to his home and 6:13 when we walked in the door of the home he shared with his girlfriend, who was actually the one to pick us up. Not saying that the train ride was absolutely terrible, I was so deliriously happy to be on cushioned, warm seats that I didn't really know what to do with myself or what was going on. Her dad's girlfriend was pretty awesome. She was such a genuinely cheerful and happy person, and while that's not usually my cup of tea so early in the morning... It was a breath of fresh air that was really needed. She was the first adult in the family to recognize, acknowledge, and, I felt, bless our relationship. She saw our picture on my phone
and she didn't care. She awwwed and ooooohed and said it was cute. My kinda lady ;)
Again, the train experience wasn't bad. Ashley and I got to talk about any and everything and I got to have this experience with someone I love and who is utterly in love with me. It was good for us. I felt so much happier stranded on the train with her than I feel when we're in this godforsaken shithole.
Today was mundane.. A rest period I'd call it. We went to grab my train ticket back to Normal, then went to spend some time with her cousins Toiya (slap me if I spell it wrong) and David. It was actually pretty rad, a good way to end my stay =) David and I talked about the philosophy (theory) and psychology (science) behind readers' views of an author's message. He had a lot of interesting things to say and I definitely can't wait to pick his brain again.
Which I guess means I'm sticking with her family. And I'm making them love me. Dammit.
Anyway, I'm on the train home now. And I'm accepting Ashley's facebook relationship request. And I'm.. Falling in love all over again with my girlfriend.
Recap: Lez Lost In the City
I have no idea what I'm doing here. I have no place to stay and no funds to offer for lodging or favors. I'm completely out of my element, waiting for my not so openly out girlfriend's mother to come to the car so that I can begin the awkward journey to her home... I'm not staying. I have no plans. I don't even think that I have a job at this moment. I'm kind of just drifting... And hoping that things will work out in the end.
My interview/group session yesterday went fantastically =) I think I got tired and intimidated toward the end and just let Kira steal the show.
I just want a chance to be involved with something great.
My interview/group session yesterday went fantastically =) I think I got tired and intimidated toward the end and just let Kira steal the show.
I just want a chance to be involved with something great.
Friday, January 1
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