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Life has taken a very drastic and pleasent turn. It involves a very dear love of my life, her two kids, and the fact we all live together finally. That's a big point. Drea (a letter short of 'dream' and an anagram for 'dear') is finally permanently in my life. Very good thing. We're finally the unstoppable team we always knew we could be if we ever got out shit together. Well guess what, suckahs! We DID!
Now she's doing the writer thing, gonna be published and all, and I'm doing the paycheck thing. I work for a website company called Cobalt. They make website for car dealerships. Doing very well for themselves, provide their employees with great benefits, have a very open and fun attitude, and quite frankly I'd be content with sticking with them for a good long time. Especially since they seem keen on the idea of telephony - working remotely. Since my job entails me making changes to websites and the like and not (see NOT) talking to customers, I could do this from ANYWHERE with a net connection.
Which leads me to my next persuit. I have not given up on diving. It's just on hold while I establish my life a little more solidly. The company I technically work for, Seattle Dive, hasn't called me since February, not even about their website, which is "under construction" until they get me four stinking pictures so I can finish it. As such, I haven't done any real dive work since September. This makes me very sad. I really enjoy commercial diving. I love being under the water, I love doing manual labor, and I love making things... and destroying them.
My current goal is to stay at Cobalt full time and work remotely when I'm on a dive job, which I'm hoping to get at least two to three weeks every other month. That would be a good start. Then I hope to go back to school. I've really determined that if I'm going to get anywhere I need that stupid piece of paper. The current endeavor: a masters in hydrological engineering. I'm pretty sure it exists. Not terribly interested in hydraulics, but researching and designing new and improved tools for commercial diving. I have a couple of fantastic ideas that, I feel, will revolutionize the industry... but I don't know how to execute it. For obvious reasons I shall not share those ideas online.
So there we are. Life is good, things are going smoothly, and all is well. Nothing has exploded yet and we're doing okay. Hopefully I'll work a little harder on keeping this up to date, especially since I have a live-in nag to make sure it gets done. Cheers all.
Living on my own this last week has been quite an adventure. I know, I know. It’s only a week. But it’s amazing the difference a week can make. My mom and I are getting along like civil human beings for the first time in ages. I’m finding that yeah, I can do it myself. My kitchen is spotless, my clothes are clean. My animals get fed, my bed might not get made, but it’s still sleep-inable. I can’t believe it’s only been a week. It feels like ages. I’ve spent a good part of almost every day so far with Nick. In fact, the only day I didn’t see him at all was the day we left for San Francisco. But I talked to him for most of the day. And I might not see him today, but seeing as he knows when I work and that I had no plans, I don’t think it’s likely. It’s just really nice. Doesn’t everyone say so? But it is. Not that this is particularly important on a surface level, but my friends (my roommate, no less) love him and totally 100% approve. And on that note, he doesn’t mind hanging out with my friends or me hanging out with his friends. Of course, it’s not any more or less awkward when it’s just us. It’s really nice. And he’s absolutely adorable. He finds excuses to touch me at work, but not in a sleazy way at all. It’s stuff like ruffling my hair when I take off my visor or letting his hand linger a little bit when we both work the pour station. And saying goodbye takes hours. He’s such a sweetheart. I’m so glad I (god, I sicken myself) found him.
I promise, I’ll find something more cynical to talk about next post. I hate how mushy I sound. Is this how happy people sound when they think? Ugh, shoot me! I sound like a teenage romance novel. However, I still am a teenager. I suppose I get leave to be a little childish.
The ironic part is while I sound so incredibly sappy in these posts, it’s not sappy at all. A lot of our time is spent engrossed in really deep conversation or really random talks about what we do and don’t like about a particular subject. Or stargazing. In the most cliché sense, we stargaze. We find constellations, make up our own, and point them out to each other. But I love it.
Anyway, now that I’ve gushed for too long, Happy Independence Day! Just remember, this is the celebration of the day we declared independence from Britain and tyranny, not the day we achieved it. Not sure if we have yet, come to think of it. Anyway, food for thought.
Ciao
So----It turns out I passed my praxis, the entire thing, including the math. I know---I was just as shocked--then again, maybe I just don't give myself enough credit and I do have something worth talking about more than just my ability to carry on a steady conversation with a brick wall.
Also, I got a visit from something that has been missing for a solid two months now....and what with the unusual sleeping/eating/sore in the chest feelings i've been having, I had nearly convinced myself that I was something that would really complicate my life right now. Thankfully, God has a plan and both my Praxis scores and that lovely little present appeared on the same day.
I know that men have no idea what i'm talking about, but girls...we've all been there. That "feeling" where you just think, well shit...aren't I up a damn creek without a paddle. Well I'm worry free, and i could kiss the freaking sky.
Moving on...did you ever really miss someone, just someone that used to be a big part in your life, and you haven't seen them in months..then all of a sudden you see them EVERYWHERE? Well I ran into you know who's older brother, who I can say was pretty much a big brother to me, who I really really miss having in my life...and it was kind of bitter sweet. Sweet because I missed him and I was happy to catch up, bitter because neither of us really knows what the future holds...and I kind of wish that I could just look at him and say listen things are going to be fine for the both of us, things will work out we will be okay but its strange, because neither of us have any control over how the other persons situation turns out. I ran into him at work, when I was working a night shift at Quaker Steak and Lube during the Steeler Game, and then tonight when I went to Mad Mex for a margarita. Just, God is funny like that...he really is.
Other than all of this, I'm home for christmas break obviously working my butt off, and unfortunately...that includes Christmas Day. Yep, I was the lucky winner they "pulled out of a hat" they said. Really? Really....REALLY? Who is going to eat wings on christmas day? I don't care about the lousy 50 dollars you're giving me..its Christmas dammit. and I don't want to be working. Too bad I need this job, or else audios amigos. It's not right, regardless that a manager has to wokr regardless that there are other people working, it doesn't justify it..no one should have to.
And I don't mean to sound all liberal here but I am not going to feed this money hungry pig of a corporate company...it's crap. just crap. Thank you Quaker Steak and Lube for making my family have to celebrate christmas a day early because my ass won't be present on the actual day. Of all of my 20 years in existance this will be the first christmas I won't be wiht my family.
SO thank you. Thanks alot. I bet the owners won't be working in that kitchen or serving people some freaking wings. NO they will be sitting at home in their burka lounges accepting presents and drinking expensive wine. Asses.
After Mad Mex I went to go see Ps. I love you, which was adorable, as I assumed it would be.. and not nearly as unrealistic as people think it might be. It was actually pretty close to how reality might be in that situation, and it was devestating and heart warming at the same time. Of course I cried cause God knows I'm not able to deal with own emotional well being let alone a woman who's husband just died fictional or non fictional its still some sad shit.
Will I ever find a Jerry? Did I find him already? Don't you wish sometimes you could just fast forward and see the ending, before you have to go through the stress of reading the whole book or watching the whole movie? I'm like that...but I just hope my ending's happy and worth the wait...
Yes, I have turned to sappiness on Valentine's Day, and I am treating Cal to some very nice things, it'll be fun, I don't know if he can stand my driving though, I might have to give him a blindfold :P
Things have been going alright, Cal got me some presents yesterday, I love them all--they're all naughty things, but I will have fun with them tomorrow :D
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