![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2){kind=small}
I was annoyed, but now chipper poo. Reading everyone's entries and my email took a whole 5 minutes. I have 20 before Sam picks me up for SOAR.
It's early.
Theresa told me yesterday that she is raising my rent by $50. So I told her I am moving out. She's all sad now and keeps saying "don't leave me!". Well, then don't raise my rent. I really like Theresa but I think it is quite rediculous that she thinks $350 for a room in a house is cheep. Ben's friend is going to pay that much to live in the small room next to the bathroom. That is insane! I think I have a good deal with $300 because it includes internet, cable, long distance phone, and laundry. So it's pretty good. But Catherine, Sam and I found a place for only $230 a month rent. With utilities and everything it will still be under $300. It is income contingent, but extremely nice. Big new apartments. I am excited to have something new happen, but I hate moving all my shit.
Yesterday was my last day at Goodwill. It was long and boring, but I was starting to like it. Happiness has a lot to do with adjusting. I am always amazed at how humans can adapt to the most inhumane and unlivable circumstances, and retain some sort of happiness (I assume...I suppose I don't really know if all the people in 3rd world countries are depressed or not. I just imagine that even though they live in really crappy circumstances they have to retain some sort of emotional stability for survival sake.) Anyways, the ladies bought me a miniature cake and gave me a card. It was a nice sentiment being that I was only there for a month. I feel quite terrible knowing that I told them I was leaving for my mom's surgury, but in reality I am starting the floral shop on monday. I didn't lie, things just changed.
I finally reconnected with the British boy again last night. He is very nice and I enjoy talking with him. I love making new friends.
Anonymous
July 15 2005, 21:43:47 UTC 6 years ago
Posting
You know, posting becomes less of a priority when you have to write all day for your damned job. I write at least seven stories a week, so writing here, any writing is just a damned nuisance. Which is a shame because my creative work has really suffered. *shakes her head* I suspect that long thought of novel will continue to be just that.Brandi
July 16 2005, 06:04:24 UTC 6 years ago
Re: Posting
At first I thought you were someone yelling at me because of your anonymous listing. Don't do that! It's like sneaking up behind someone and shouting in their ear.It makes sense that you don't want to post all the time. It sucks how when your passion becomes your profession, your passion wanes. I did that with art. When I worked in the ceramics studio doing all the grunt work, I never wanted to be in there to make art.
But soon you will not work at the paper and you will be doing something very different...but you still probably won't have time to write a novel.
July 15 2005, 23:56:21 UTC 6 years ago
July 16 2005, 06:06:38 UTC 6 years ago
And don't jump to conclusions about the similarities between Bemidji and Minneapolis. We have a culture that you street kids could not possibly begin to imagine!