strangulation.

I think i'm going to strangle Miguel for taking not one, but two days off. Leaving me to pick up the slack and having to deal with some less than friendly clients.

I guess it doesn't really help that I only slept about 3 hours last night and had a nasty run in with my dog this morning when trying to get into my parents house..or the fact that there was a lot of waiting around for mta bc my bus was late.

I'm hungry. and need some caffeine. I'm debating whether or not I should spend my last few dollars on coffee, or save them.

I think today after work Joel and I are going to MOCA since it's free on thursdays. I'm not sure though. I just know that I'm exhausted. and i don't want to spend the night at my parents.

Sigh.

Decisions

Late last night after much digressing, Joel and I finally sat down and made some serious big decisions.

1) I'm moving to Boston probably the 3rd of September. This will allow me to work until the very end of August and a week to settle into the apartment before school starts.
2) My sister Sabrina will be flying out with me to help with the logistics of settling in to an apartment when you own nothing.
3) Trip to Missouri to visit and meet Joel's family has been put off for now. We may fly out for the long weekend in October or thanksgiving.
4) I'm finishing my masters program this coming semester.
5) phd work will be put off for a year. Traveling and living a slightly nomadic lifestyle is a priority and a must. We're going to look into trying to go to Spain for a few months (like i had wanted to do for this year)


I think that's it for now. I'm still looking into apartments and have come up with a list of promising ones. I just have to sit down with him and weed out the ones we don't like so much and that are out of our budget.

I've spent my day looking for apartments and job searching. THere's a couple positions im going to apply to at Simmons. They don't pay very much, but I figure it'll help and I can still work elsewhere.

I have an hour left of work, thankfully. I've been up and out of my house 3 times as long as i slept last night. I'm very tired and grumpy. It doesn't help that my clients have been lil' shitheads today. The only thing that put me in a remotely good mood was Sah surprising me by stopping by to drop off a couple menu's to his restaurant. I got psyched and chatted with him for a bit.

Today i'm going home and not going out. I'm bummed, but I realise i have to spend some time ath ome and with my parents because who knows how long it'll be until I'm back in LA for an extended period of time.

So, yah. Decisions? I feel good about them. Now it's time to make them happen. Yah!

busy

It's been hard trying to find the time to sit down and write something on this blog. Since I started working a couple of weeks ago, I find that really I'm only home to sleep 4 or so hours a night and that's it. I wake up around 7, leave for work an hour later, spend 8 hours in my glorified cubicle and then usually spend the evening over with Joel, and then trek back to my parents house to get a few hours of sleep. Usually. Except, the past couple of nights, I just stayed over there.

I feel like slowly moving my things over. The cubby he cleared out for me is quickly filling up. It's kind of cute the way the other 20 some odd cubbys in his closet are filled with records, books, cds, and boy clothes (usually dark colored with a hint of something bright sprinkled throughout) and then there's my cubby, filled with girlie colored underwear, grey short shorts, a few tshirts, and toiletries to survive an unexpected sleep over. This is new. and I like it.

But it's strange..that the house I grew up in, doesn't feel like home anymore. Home is in Joel's arms, when we're walking around the neighborhood holding hands. When we sit in the backyard smoking, or playing with the dog. When we're on the bus or the train. Home is sitting on the couch talking about linguistics, or having him make music on my body. Home is losing myself in his blue eyes.

And really...how am i ever suppose to feel at home somewhere else when Joelee writes (and tells me) stuff like this:
you, and the possibilities of what we could be together are everything i've ever dreamed about, and i never want to wake up.
or...
soonish embodies the sails to my ship that catches the wind that guides me home.

I'm dying to gush about soonish. Dying. Hopefully sometime soon i can gush my little heart out. :)

Sniff.

haha, originally uploaded by sonambula.

I really miss my sisters.