I'm in love with the greatest boy in the world...
He's in the army though...and in Korea. This isnt fun.
I'm joining a touring drama company.
I'll get to go all over the country. Meet new people and make lifelong friends. I'm super jazzed about it.
I've been doing some final packing. I'm not ready. I should have shipped another box home. I'm thinking its all gunna be too heavy but I have no way of weighing anything. I'm so not prepared. Tomorrow I'm going to see if I can ship another box home because this is just too much.
Tomorrow I'm going to buy a book for the flight home. Any suggestions? I'm thinking about another Chuck book. Or Sedaris...eep! Hard descision. I'm also going to buy a magazine but I already know which one I'm getting. Probably the newest Filter or something. Ha ha I guess I dont know which one I'm going to get. Today was my last day of work. It was sad. Najat told me it wasnt going to be any fun without me and Katey told me I couldnt go. I passed on my permanent marker to her though. She hugged me. I'll probably never see any of these people again but I'm glad I got to meet them. They're all so great. Seriously, Hancock Fabrics was probably the best job I've ever had. I'm going to miss it.
It'll take me, from the start(about noon), 12 hours to get home.
We're leaving this house around noon so I can check my bags and shit and then get on the plane at around 3:00. Then I'll have a three and a half hour lay-over in Salt Lake City. Then I'll board another plane and get home around 10:00 California time but midnight my body's time. I'm actually excited though about this trip. I have 12 hours to hold conversations I'd otherwise never have and meet people I'd otherwise never meet. I'm excited to see who I'll be traveling with. The last flight, while sitting in the terminal I (in my mind) picked three people I wouldnt mind sitting by and I ended up sitting by all three. Hee hee hee....I hope that happens again. I hope there are cooler people on this flight. I really hope theres no mother fucking snakes on that mother fucking plane.
I'm going home.
I miss my family and friends too much to stay here. I love my job (average employee at Hancock Fabrics). But I'm not getting paid enough to stay. I'm not a fan of my living situations and frankly the picture that was painted for me (the one that made me decide to come here) was far prettier than what I actually come to find. It wasnt the !SHA-BAM! huge city I was expecting. I dont fit in here. Everyone's always calling me "emo" even though I'm far from it. I may have issues but I'm definately not emo. I'm sorry I'm not the Laguna Beach Californian they may have been expecting. I dont come from money. I didnt get a car for my sixteenth birthday. And nothing in my closet is from Abercrombie and Fitch. Bitches is the only Texan I'll miss... ![]() I only lasted a two months away from California. Psssshh.
well, i've been in houston for awhile now. like 8 or 9 days. i'm so tired. i dont sleep well really, i mean, once i get to sleep i'm out and i'm comfy. but i cant sleep till super late lately. i'm so nauseated right now if i were to lie down i'd surely vomit...
my neice wakes me up. she knocks on my door saying "ding-dong" and if i say "come in" she goes "you're supposed to open the door" i tell her "no, you should just come in" she's four. she's me. i was her. she is the reincarnation of my former youth. although still young, i am fully functional adult now. she is who i was. she is four years old. she is loud... some one help...
I'm moving from Lake Isabella, CA to Houston, TX in five days! Little tiny town to !SHA-BAM!-huge city!
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