Well, this was quite a lame holiday season in general. Got my car broken into the night before my last day of finals. They stole my stereo and all of my CDs. It wasn't even the issue of money that truly bothered me (of course it did. The stereo was $400, and I have no idea how much more all the CDs would total), it was the fact that I couldn't get anyone to fix it until I had already promised my parents I would come down to visit. So I had to make the 3 hour drive from Chico to Modesto in the pouring rain and stabbing cold 
(not to bitch beyond reason 
, but it seriously was the worst day of weather that I had so far endured that year).
Anyway, fast forward however much, it's now 4 am new years day and I'm living la vita solo in Carmel. My mother and padastro recently bought a house out there and I had never wanted to go (as prolonged exposure to, and isolation with, them often has poor results). I love 'em, but like many parents, they make hobby out of getting under my skin, and while there, leaving crumbs and general detritus.
I decided to humor them, however, and so I came to visit them at their new house this last Sunday. we had driven down from Modesto together, and as such I was absolved of vehicle. So for my stay in Carmel, I am at their whim. We had planned to return around noon on new years eve, but as I should have anticipated, events managed to circumvent said plans.
We had a big storm the second night I was down, and the basement flooded. unfortunately, though the 1 inch of water was swiftly dispatched (if 3 hours of wet/dry vacuuming and "broom and dustpan water-husbandry" can be considered such), the origin of el problemo was not apparent.
As fate would have it, my step-fadre had some meeting of paramount importance that day, or the next, and my mother had to go help her sister with something. Only one problem: they needed someone to stay behind and make sure the basement didn't molder to hell should it flood again due to apocalyptic rains which were forecast for new years eve (or so it was alleged when proposed to me).
So I find myself now, stranded here in Carmel until Saturday without my car, having barely any cash, being the sole inhabitant of one very empty house (with one very dry basement).
Not the new years I had planned, the only alcohol with which to make friends with in the house was a lone corona (of which I'm not a fan. A Hefeweizen would have made my day).
Hell, its not all bad though. I got a great opportunity to take a lot of good pictures. I had brought my new digital camera which I had drown the remainder of my savings account on a few months earlier. Its a Canon EOS Digital Rebel. Its the first digital SLR I've ever owned, and I can tell already that I love it a great deal more than my old Pentax film SLR. My only complaint in that department is that I was absent-minded and left my tripod up in Chico.
In the end, do I really have that much to bitch about?
Nah,
I've fixed the window, I can listen to headphones in the car, and I can get shit-faced any ol' day of the week.
Is it perhaps that I could think of no good time to begin this journal, and so this half-assed-overly-long-yet-still-devoid-of-interesting-content recollection of the past two weeks seemed like as good a place to start as any?
Yar
More to the point, is it nearing six a.m. and I cannot fall asleep, am achingly bored, and have smoked my last cigarette?
I must answer quite resolutely in the affirmative.
(not to bitch beyond reason , but it seriously was the worst day of weather that I had so far endured that year).
Anyway, fast forward however much, it's now 4 am new years day and I'm living la vita solo in Carmel. My mother and padastro recently bought a house out there and I had never wanted to go (as prolonged exposure to, and isolation with, them often has poor results). I love 'em, but like many parents, they make hobby out of getting under my skin, and while there, leaving crumbs and general detritus.
I decided to humor them, however, and so I came to visit them at their new house this last Sunday. we had driven down from Modesto together, and as such I was absolved of vehicle. So for my stay in Carmel, I am at their whim. We had planned to return around noon on new years eve, but as I should have anticipated, events managed to circumvent said plans.
We had a big storm the second night I was down, and the basement flooded. unfortunately, though the 1 inch of water was swiftly dispatched (if 3 hours of wet/dry vacuuming and "broom and dustpan water-husbandry" can be considered such), the origin of el problemo was not apparent.
As fate would have it, my step-fadre had some meeting of paramount importance that day, or the next, and my mother had to go help her sister with something. Only one problem: they needed someone to stay behind and make sure the basement didn't molder to hell should it flood again due to apocalyptic rains which were forecast for new years eve (or so it was alleged when proposed to me).
So I find myself now, stranded here in Carmel until Saturday without my car, having barely any cash, being the sole inhabitant of one very empty house (with one very dry basement).
Not the new years I had planned, the only alcohol with which to make friends with in the house was a lone corona (of which I'm not a fan. A Hefeweizen would have made my day).
Hell, its not all bad though. I got a great opportunity to take a lot of good pictures. I had brought my new digital camera which I had drown the remainder of my savings account on a few months earlier. Its a Canon EOS Digital Rebel. Its the first digital SLR I've ever owned, and I can tell already that I love it a great deal more than my old Pentax film SLR. My only complaint in that department is that I was absent-minded and left my tripod up in Chico.
In the end, do I really have that much to bitch about?
Nah,
I've fixed the window, I can listen to headphones in the car, and I can get shit-faced any ol' day of the week.
Is it perhaps that I could think of no good time to begin this journal, and so this half-assed-overly-long-yet-still-devoid-of-interesting-content recollection of the past two weeks seemed like as good a place to start as any?
Yar
More to the point, is it nearing six a.m. and I cannot fall asleep, am achingly bored, and have smoked my last cigarette?
I must answer quite resolutely in the affirmative.
curiouslyme:
::just reading your randomness while writing my own, wanted to comment and didn't know what to say =X hi?::