tomorrow is my last day of class. i have to take a really hard final that i can't seem to get to studying for. my time in school is almost done. i have two more rotations to do (one of them is about a 45 minute drive each way) and then i am practically done. june is around the corner and things are the usual whirlwind.
i am moving for the third march in a row. girlfriend playfully chided me for not having house warming parties as the reason for the constant moving. she just wants to come over now that i'm within walking distance and drink with me.
the two extra rooms will be nice - the boys are starting to need their own space. i want to get some that "caution" tape and wrap daniel's bedroom door.
lotus and my mother have helped out quite a bit with the cleaning - i am grateful for friends that understand that coffee is a necessity for some of us.
i can't wait to be done with this move so that i might not have to deal with my mother so much. i love her very much, but she is fraying every. last. one. of my nerves. our last conversation left me in tears (and drinking), and the last time we were together, she went on and on and ON about psych-k and brain gym, and reverse speech (i'll spare you the links, you're welcome) and something about the evil nazis, the ass, and the asshole. OMG, i almost burst out laughing. talk about testing my zen. i honestly thought i was being punk'd when she was describing IN FULL DETAIL why she doesn't need coffee anymore (as i chugged the last precious drips of my starbucks) because of this metaphysical therapy she's been practicing. as she deeply sucks down her cigarette.. no, i didn't say anything. why bother? she has a very logical-sounding reason for that habit too, i'm sure...
there's a partially eaten tortills on my computer table, granola crumbs in my change bowl, a glass of half-drunk milk on my dresser, and i'm not twitching. damn i'm good...
if anyone can't reach me on my cell phone for a couple days, it's probably because i tripped a circuit and had to clock out for some of the weekend...
now playing: "waiting for my roca" by sublime
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
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6 comments:
Happy Birthday! =)
Hey Mulysa!
I decided to password protect my blog from a few "undesireables" who've taken to reading it. As someone who's read it from day 1 almost, I'd like to keep you as a reader. But I'll need your email address so I can invite you officially. You'd be one of 3 so far.
-dcz.
oooh, roca i one of my nicknames...
ha ha, now you're officially "in your thirties"
you have to check the age box 31-44
Hey I like the new title of the blog.
I love the splash of color around here, too. Hope it all went well and you can look forward to a fun summer and good times with your awesome friends!
thanks everyone for the birthday wishes and all the help moving..
yay!! i got a (very nice) new softball glove!!! and some colon cleanser!!! ;)
the kids couldn't believe i'm 31...
donovan said, "no really mom, HOW old are you?"
i remember when i thought 30 was super old. i thought my mom only had "a few years left".
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