that way you have no where to go but up.
looks like i won't be moving this weekend. the lease is not ready and will supposedly be written up today and mailed to me. which was not what was agreed upon but whatever. the property "manager" (in quotes cause he don't do shit!) told sara that he has to review the apartment before i move in. that's neat and all, but he's known all month that this was going to happen. this shit should have been settled already. but it's not and now my move/my life is on hiatus.
i would really like to tell them all to shove it up their asses, but i won't find a deal like that anywhere near the city. the price is decent, the studio is big, there's always street parking and it's about 50 steps to 2 muni lines. i guess i just need to put up with the long commute & gas prices a little bit more.
hopefully not much longer. it's getting harder and harder to control my road rage.
Friday, October 29, 2004
Thursday, October 28, 2004
AAHHHHHH!
ok, so the plan is (and has been) to move into my deluxe studio in the sky this weekend. saturday. october 30th. 30 hours from now. should i be worried that i don't have a lease yet??? cause i am.
worried is not really the word. I'M FUCKING FREAKING OUT. this whole month has just been a roller-coaster of emotions. i'm happy. i'm frustrated. i'm excited. i'm sad. i'm anxious. i'm mellow. i can't flippin take it anymore. one big obstacle that hung over my head had to do with javi (my youngest brother). he's starting a baking and pastry chef certificate program on november 1st at the california culinery academy. they may be a world renowned institution, but their admissions staff are a bunch of fuck-wads. and i know about fuck-wads. i work in admissions at fuck-wad state university. anyways, his financial aid didn't get settled until tuesday and it had my whole family's chonies in a wad. i don't remember having any problem with my financial aid. all i did was sign a whole bunch of paperwork. on the 5th of november i'll have payment 16 of 537,568 deducted from my checking account. NEAT!
so that's been taken care of and it truly is a great relief, but my futon is being delivered on saturday and I DON'T HAVE A LEASE. ok, i know, stop freaking out. everything will work out. blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. i can't help but feel, though, like i'm stuck in limbo. it's not my apartment yet. but then again, it's not like it's not mine. they know i'm moving in. i have the keys. (thanks sara!) i just need things to be settled. i need the legality of my signature on a fucking piece of paper. i need money to be exchanged. i need it to be mine.
worried is not really the word. I'M FUCKING FREAKING OUT. this whole month has just been a roller-coaster of emotions. i'm happy. i'm frustrated. i'm excited. i'm sad. i'm anxious. i'm mellow. i can't flippin take it anymore. one big obstacle that hung over my head had to do with javi (my youngest brother). he's starting a baking and pastry chef certificate program on november 1st at the california culinery academy. they may be a world renowned institution, but their admissions staff are a bunch of fuck-wads. and i know about fuck-wads. i work in admissions at fuck-wad state university. anyways, his financial aid didn't get settled until tuesday and it had my whole family's chonies in a wad. i don't remember having any problem with my financial aid. all i did was sign a whole bunch of paperwork. on the 5th of november i'll have payment 16 of 537,568 deducted from my checking account. NEAT!
so that's been taken care of and it truly is a great relief, but my futon is being delivered on saturday and I DON'T HAVE A LEASE. ok, i know, stop freaking out. everything will work out. blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. i can't help but feel, though, like i'm stuck in limbo. it's not my apartment yet. but then again, it's not like it's not mine. they know i'm moving in. i have the keys. (thanks sara!) i just need things to be settled. i need the legality of my signature on a fucking piece of paper. i need money to be exchanged. i need it to be mine.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
movin' on up...to a deluxe studio in SF
so, as i touched upon in my last post, i'm moving back to the city after an 18 year (minus 6 months) hiatus. i have a feeling that this is it. the final jump out of the bird's nest i call 1## carlisle way. (the address has been hidden to protect Mones from stalkers.)
how do i feel about this? i'm definitely excited....a nervous kind of excited, but excited nonetheless. i think the financial aspects of it all are what's freaking me out the most, especially since i now have car payments. not cheap car payments. after i convince myself that i will be able to save money and budget (yeah, right) i'll then start to be sad about being away from my family. i know that sounds dumb. i'm 27 years old and i need to grow up and deal. but i find that the older i get the more attached to them i become. i think this has to do with the fact that the 90's were hard on my family. my brother married twice. my parents had to declare bankruptcy. tito and javi were really young and being raised by a series of central american 'nannies'. i fought a lot with my mom and then left for UOP. now, except for the fact that i sleep on the couch, everything is great.
but my delayed single girl in her 20's life and mental health need some attending to. my new digs are exactly 1.2 miles from work. until i find a new (read: better) job, my commute will be cut from 3-4 hours a day to about 20 mins. it's mind boggling. i still can't believe it. 20 freakin minutes! i'll be home everyday before 530pm. 530! it's INSANE! i think i'll start up a new hobbie. maybe i'll start going to the gym again.
so many possibilities. the world is my oyster.
how do i feel about this? i'm definitely excited....a nervous kind of excited, but excited nonetheless. i think the financial aspects of it all are what's freaking me out the most, especially since i now have car payments. not cheap car payments. after i convince myself that i will be able to save money and budget (yeah, right) i'll then start to be sad about being away from my family. i know that sounds dumb. i'm 27 years old and i need to grow up and deal. but i find that the older i get the more attached to them i become. i think this has to do with the fact that the 90's were hard on my family. my brother married twice. my parents had to declare bankruptcy. tito and javi were really young and being raised by a series of central american 'nannies'. i fought a lot with my mom and then left for UOP. now, except for the fact that i sleep on the couch, everything is great.
but my delayed single girl in her 20's life and mental health need some attending to. my new digs are exactly 1.2 miles from work. until i find a new (read: better) job, my commute will be cut from 3-4 hours a day to about 20 mins. it's mind boggling. i still can't believe it. 20 freakin minutes! i'll be home everyday before 530pm. 530! it's INSANE! i think i'll start up a new hobbie. maybe i'll start going to the gym again.
so many possibilities. the world is my oyster.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
go shorty, it (was) your birthday!
we gonna party like it (was) your birthday...
another year has come and gone. yesterday, my friends, i turned 27. i can hardly believe it. what the hell happened? one minute i'm all pumped about turning 15 and finally being able to wear makeup (which was NOT a promise that was kept, thank you very much, MOM!) to sitting at my desk yesterday morning staring at my computer screen thinking, "God, i wish i was 15 again".
but wait a minute. do i really wish i was 15 again? don't i always complain about how awful my high school years were? aren't i traumatized enough? is that really a time i want to re-live?!
kinda...
of course it's always a wish amended with "knowing what i know now". knowing what i know now, i definitely would have re-thought some of my 'fashion' choices. i wouldn't have acted like such a desperate spaz a lot of the time. nor would i have all those extremely embarrasing moments that i keep locked away in my memory. you know the ones that sometimes find a way of getting out. and those feelings of embarrassment and humiliation take you over while you are sitting in traffic on I80 in emeryville and make you want to get out of your car, crawl over the center divider and walk head-on into oncoming traffic?! yeah, those.
but that can't happen. i'm 27 and my life is what it is. and what it is, is great. i have a loving family and great friends. 2 of the things that i love most in the world, yet 2 of the things i don't appreciate enough. i may hate my job but, not everyone is lucky enough to get a paycheck every month. a big plus: it's a state job. this means that no matter how much time i spend online and writing stuff for my blog, i can't get fired. i will soon move into a KICK ASS studio apartment courtesy of my friend, sara. her move is my gain ;-) life is pretty good.
i like to kick, streeeetch, and kick....I'M 27!!!
another year has come and gone. yesterday, my friends, i turned 27. i can hardly believe it. what the hell happened? one minute i'm all pumped about turning 15 and finally being able to wear makeup (which was NOT a promise that was kept, thank you very much, MOM!) to sitting at my desk yesterday morning staring at my computer screen thinking, "God, i wish i was 15 again".
but wait a minute. do i really wish i was 15 again? don't i always complain about how awful my high school years were? aren't i traumatized enough? is that really a time i want to re-live?!
kinda...
of course it's always a wish amended with "knowing what i know now". knowing what i know now, i definitely would have re-thought some of my 'fashion' choices. i wouldn't have acted like such a desperate spaz a lot of the time. nor would i have all those extremely embarrasing moments that i keep locked away in my memory. you know the ones that sometimes find a way of getting out. and those feelings of embarrassment and humiliation take you over while you are sitting in traffic on I80 in emeryville and make you want to get out of your car, crawl over the center divider and walk head-on into oncoming traffic?! yeah, those.
but that can't happen. i'm 27 and my life is what it is. and what it is, is great. i have a loving family and great friends. 2 of the things that i love most in the world, yet 2 of the things i don't appreciate enough. i may hate my job but, not everyone is lucky enough to get a paycheck every month. a big plus: it's a state job. this means that no matter how much time i spend online and writing stuff for my blog, i can't get fired. i will soon move into a KICK ASS studio apartment courtesy of my friend, sara. her move is my gain ;-) life is pretty good.
i like to kick, streeeetch, and kick....I'M 27!!!
Thursday, October 07, 2004
back in the day when i was young, i'm not a kid anymore...
but somedays i sit and wish i was a kid again...
mcdonald's is giving out hello kitty toys with their happy meals. so far i've gotten the ballerina, the plush kitty and the calendar. they are sitting by my computer (but not in a sick rosie o'donnell-i-have-a-sick-obsession-with-happy-meal-toys-and throw-koosh-balls-at-people kind of way).
when i was in 2nd and 3rd grade i went to st. peter's catholic school in the mission. every year our teacher (i'd like to give a shout-out to mrs. reynolds and ms. rupp! what, what!) would give us a list of school supplies we were to have by the end of the first week of school. naturally, my mom would want to get all my supplies at the pak-n-save in colma. i would have to school her on the fact that anybody whose anybody gets their supplies at the hello kitty store on 24th. this is back in the day people, before it was known as sanrio. so, we compromised. we'd go to hello kitty first and spend a certain dollar amount and then get the rest at pak-n-save. i've often said that those 2 years at st. peter's were the best of my k-12 experience. every morning i'd walk to school with my cousins, mari and angelo. there were only 2 classes of each grade so everyone knew each other. all the girls in my grade would play high jump or chinese jump rope in the area between the school and the church. on fridays i'd order a grill cheese and salami sandwich and chocolate milk from the cafeteria. it was a safe and happy place. most of all, i was safe and happy.
...and hello kitty takes me back.
mcdonald's is giving out hello kitty toys with their happy meals. so far i've gotten the ballerina, the plush kitty and the calendar. they are sitting by my computer (but not in a sick rosie o'donnell-i-have-a-sick-obsession-with-happy-meal-toys-and throw-koosh-balls-at-people kind of way).
when i was in 2nd and 3rd grade i went to st. peter's catholic school in the mission. every year our teacher (i'd like to give a shout-out to mrs. reynolds and ms. rupp! what, what!) would give us a list of school supplies we were to have by the end of the first week of school. naturally, my mom would want to get all my supplies at the pak-n-save in colma. i would have to school her on the fact that anybody whose anybody gets their supplies at the hello kitty store on 24th. this is back in the day people, before it was known as sanrio. so, we compromised. we'd go to hello kitty first and spend a certain dollar amount and then get the rest at pak-n-save. i've often said that those 2 years at st. peter's were the best of my k-12 experience. every morning i'd walk to school with my cousins, mari and angelo. there were only 2 classes of each grade so everyone knew each other. all the girls in my grade would play high jump or chinese jump rope in the area between the school and the church. on fridays i'd order a grill cheese and salami sandwich and chocolate milk from the cafeteria. it was a safe and happy place. most of all, i was safe and happy.
...and hello kitty takes me back.
are there 4 or 7 horsemen of the apocalypse?
cause i think i see #4 turning the corner.
remember how i said, waaaay back in my first post, that i have nothing to do at work? well, for the past couple of days i actually had shit to do. like, yesterday, my inbox was full ALL morning. like, i didn't even get to it till like 3pm?!?! i'm pretty anal retentive when it comes to stuff like that so being able to see a full inbox out of the corner of my eye and NOT be able to get to it right away was KILLING. ME. but, being the super classy, always sassy, smart biz-notch that i am, i was able to finish all my work by COB. (close of business, for those not with it enough to use business acronyms.) but, alas, my competence has foiled me again for i am once more seeking solence on www.blogger.com.
so....what else do we talk about?
remember how i said, waaaay back in my first post, that i have nothing to do at work? well, for the past couple of days i actually had shit to do. like, yesterday, my inbox was full ALL morning. like, i didn't even get to it till like 3pm?!?! i'm pretty anal retentive when it comes to stuff like that so being able to see a full inbox out of the corner of my eye and NOT be able to get to it right away was KILLING. ME. but, being the super classy, always sassy, smart biz-notch that i am, i was able to finish all my work by COB. (close of business, for those not with it enough to use business acronyms.) but, alas, my competence has foiled me again for i am once more seeking solence on www.blogger.com.
so....what else do we talk about?
Monday, October 04, 2004
it's just another manic monday.....
i wish it were sunday....cause that's my fun day....
it's not really manic, though. i just don't know another song about mondays. except 'monday, monday' by the mamas and the papas, but i don't really know what the song is about. all i know is the chorus. don't want to reference it when i don't know what it's about. that would be dumb.
this morning actually started out ok. i left home at exactly 630am and made it into work and at my desk by 810am. i listened to michael moore promote his new book on howard stern this morning, i rocked out to 'nobody knows me' by madonna during the commercial break and i found street parking outside relatively quickly. the only bad part was this asshole in a mercedes that cut in front of me at the toll plaza. he looked like a 'todd'. like 'todd smith iv'. he probably has a trust fund and works at morgan stanley. i cursed him to hell.
so, i'm staring at my at-a-glance desk calendar. it's october. i'm looking at all the holidays. none of them, of course, being paid work holidays. the 15th is the first day of ramadan. ah-salaam-ah-ley-kim (i know that's not how you spell it, so shut up and ah-ley-kim-salaam me.) the 11th is thankgiving day in canada. stupid canadians. don't even know how to steal thanksgiving from us right. wait a minute....the 12th is 'day of the race' in mexico? what the fuck is that? is it some big marathon in mexico city that i've never heard of. did mexico get their own version of nascar? now is when i realize that it has been translated into english and that october 12th is dia de la raza.
it's funny how i don't automatically know to translate things. la raza is not a term that i would EVER translate into english, though. you really can't. it's one of the many terms that loses all meaning when you translate it. la raza isn't just a race of people. it's a mixing of 2 worlds and cultures to create one. mestizaje. it's the reason that i have blond, green eyed cousins in jalisco and why my uncle's skin is so dark he turns purple in the summer. no matter how much i talk shit, like it or not, la raza are my peeps.
MEXICA TIAHUI! VIVA LA RAZA!!!!!!!!
***this message has been brought to you by militant mones.
it's not really manic, though. i just don't know another song about mondays. except 'monday, monday' by the mamas and the papas, but i don't really know what the song is about. all i know is the chorus. don't want to reference it when i don't know what it's about. that would be dumb.
this morning actually started out ok. i left home at exactly 630am and made it into work and at my desk by 810am. i listened to michael moore promote his new book on howard stern this morning, i rocked out to 'nobody knows me' by madonna during the commercial break and i found street parking outside relatively quickly. the only bad part was this asshole in a mercedes that cut in front of me at the toll plaza. he looked like a 'todd'. like 'todd smith iv'. he probably has a trust fund and works at morgan stanley. i cursed him to hell.
so, i'm staring at my at-a-glance desk calendar. it's october. i'm looking at all the holidays. none of them, of course, being paid work holidays. the 15th is the first day of ramadan. ah-salaam-ah-ley-kim (i know that's not how you spell it, so shut up and ah-ley-kim-salaam me.) the 11th is thankgiving day in canada. stupid canadians. don't even know how to steal thanksgiving from us right. wait a minute....the 12th is 'day of the race' in mexico? what the fuck is that? is it some big marathon in mexico city that i've never heard of. did mexico get their own version of nascar? now is when i realize that it has been translated into english and that october 12th is dia de la raza.
it's funny how i don't automatically know to translate things. la raza is not a term that i would EVER translate into english, though. you really can't. it's one of the many terms that loses all meaning when you translate it. la raza isn't just a race of people. it's a mixing of 2 worlds and cultures to create one. mestizaje. it's the reason that i have blond, green eyed cousins in jalisco and why my uncle's skin is so dark he turns purple in the summer. no matter how much i talk shit, like it or not, la raza are my peeps.
MEXICA TIAHUI! VIVA LA RAZA!!!!!!!!
***this message has been brought to you by militant mones.
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