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| Good buy, delapidated pinata!
We're almost out of Valencia, and besides the big issue of not having electricity yet in the new apartment (minor detail) I'm really excited! Most of our individual stuff is out of the apartment and we just need to tackle the kitchen and cleaning, although time is really running out and it's getting a little stressful for everyone. None of us like moving, but we like having a new place so I guess it's worth it.
If anyone is considering Valencia or knows someone else who is, DON'T. It's crap. It's like going to McDonald's when you're hungry, because even if it fills your present needs it's just barely and you'll be regretting it later. I guess it's of the same caliber as Mustang Village, but a little less ghetto and a little more like a village.
At least I've made a good friend with my next door neighbor. It's rediculously ironic that we didn't start hanging out until the end of the year and only after he crashed his car, so not only are we farther away but it'll be even harder for him to get to us. Oh well, hanging out will still be worth it.
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| So my boyfriend of six months is now my friend, and I'm actually feeling really good about it. The age thing (11 years difference) really wasn't the problem, we just weren't compatible as a couple. He likes to have an organized world and doesn't do well with stress, and I'm much more adventurous and flighty to settle comfortably into order for long. He knew it was coming but decided he should wait for me to be ready to bring it up, which at first I was actually going to do but I guess he knew me better than that.
He and I decided that things will be the same except now there won't be the elephant in the room and a LOT less tension. We already hang out really well but we can't spend huge amounts of time together, and my social nature is much stronger than his so now I won't feel weird that my boyfriend doesn't want to go places with me. I'm really happy that we can still be friends, because he's been a great friend the whole time and has really helped me to appreciate myself better.
And the fact is I already had my mourning period when I fully accepted that the relationship had to end, so now I just feel relief and release. I was afraid it would make this week really hard to get through (especially since it's my last week at the old apartment and I need to get as much of that deposit as I can) but this will make it SO much easier without all the unneeded stress.
Now I can finally have a good night's sleep.
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| So apparently I have a stomach ulcer developing. I've had this weird, nauseating achy feeling in my stomach for the last couple nights, and when I asked my grandma she thought it was either an ulcer or my gallbladder, but since my stomach felt better after I took Mylanta I'm assuming it is an ulcer. I have to eat non-acidic foods, no dairy, lots of protein, and easily digested food. My grandma had mercy on me and gave me money to get ulcer-friendly food, but it's frustrating to not eat fresh veggies, wheat, or most of the food I already have.
Hopefully this'll clear up in the next week, but if I need antibiotics then it'll cover my toe surgery too!
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| Lordee, I've done all kinds of growing and living this (finally--FINAL-Y, ha) quarter! In all kinds of ways, too: I'm OFFICIALLY no longer a baptized nor legal member of the mormon church (I'm a dirty little apostate, I am); I took my first editing class and through it learned a LOT about editing, language, and how much I would utterly regret becoming a traditional editor--at least one that works for a publishing company; I've worked six jobs at once as a secret shopper, Cerro Vista Apartments vetran Front Desk Worker, personal editor (of the book my Grandpa's writing), County Social Services Administrative Assistant's Assistant (seriously), Materials Engineering Department Head's Assistant, and legal data entry employee; I've joined the World of Warcraft... and liked it; and met the greatest guy, one I hope to really deserve.
Oh, and I've walked around my neighborhood for an hour, in the pouring rain and freezing wind, carrying a FAT carmel colored chicken I dubbed "French Fry." People screamed and laughed and stared, but I challenge anyone to show me something cuter than a fat chicken nodding off. And purring like an asthmatic kitten.
And I'm getting my tattoo really soon, after I've had it henna'd on for at least a month, maybe two. 5 weeks tops, though. And with only the basic thin outline of the design, and not big fat lines but double lines.
I'm SO excited for Spring Break!
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| I'm really frustrated with band, especially since I've been pressured
into signing up for the Big West Basketball championship pep
band. The only reason they want me to go is to have as many
returners as possible, and NO ONE has asked me if I actually wanted to
go. I don't. I don't care about the balance of the band
because damned if you could hear fifty flutes, let alone 2. I
could care less if there's slightly less than 30 members, and if
neither of the drum majors can go what makes them think I would make a
difference?
The "fun" they keep referring to is acting like an idiot in front of
hundreds of people, and then drinking tons afterward. I don't
WANT to drink, I'm NOT doing well in my classes and I don't know who
I'd hang out with. Sure I'll never have this opportunity again,
but that's something I came to terms with freshman year. Do I
want to be in the frat still? No. Same with Big West.
Of course it's in a week from now and I'll be the bad guy if I drop
out, because no one else will have a chance to get ready. But as
my love for band has diminished so has the impact of their
opinions. Alicia wants to talk about it more in band, but she's
already solidified her opinion and so have I. I'm not willing to
sacrifice my time and my grades for a group I've been growing away from.
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