Perils of assimilation

If only life came with subtitles.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Now, I usually try to steer away from writing about my "personal life," to respect people's privacy and because I think it makes poor reading. But there's something that's been a persistant presence in the back of my mind that I think I would feel better about if I wrote about it. So bear with the emo-ness.

Now, I have this amazing guy in my life, who's funny, charming, kind, great in bed-- pretty much everything I want in a partner. He's starting a new job at the Center for American Progress on Monday, what he calls an "adult job".

What does this phrase mean: adult job? Is the measure of our Adultness how we make our money? Will I never be an adult because I can never get a job in my field that measures up to this standard? My mother works four different jobs, none of them that could be considered in the world to be professional. Is she not an adult? Will I not measure up to his standard anymore once he starts this job? Will the economic gap be to great to overcome? Everyone knows I have class issues, and this will probably be more of a problem for me than it will for him, that's something I'll deal with in time.

But, what if I don't fit in with this new paradigm? Will the fact that I'm still in school and working for minimum wage pose a problem?

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

It is godawful lonely to not have anyone to celebrate your birthday with. Lila flew back to England tonight, and the friends who were coming to Milwaukee to be with me cancelled. And, since I'm not speaking to the people I used to live with, that leaves... me.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

L and L reunite!

My best friend in the whole wide world is in the States!!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

He gets me.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Humboldt Heaven

Last week Friday, I had decided to get the fuck out of the Humboldt Hellhole. I was sick of getting the silent treatment from two thirds of my rommates, having to deal with their obnoxious friends, their wasteful habits, and general bitchiness. I knew that the apartment across the way was still empty, so I called my landlord to see if I could snag it. He, as usual, did not answer. I then scoured the internets for something decently priced to no avail.

I spent my weekend at my parents', before the landlord called me back and told me that he had given away the flat on Friday. Alas! I was naturally upset. But I continued to look.

Lo, Tuesday came around, the day of the most wonderful heat wave, when the landlord calls me to say that the fellow he gave the place away to flaked, and it was mine! Mine!

I put up a post on craigslist for a roommie and found someone right away, a cute Argentinian girl named Romi who was also trying to escape a bad situation. I showed her the place, and she filled out an application. And tomorrow, she moves in.

Everything seems to be working out, I'm sure this means something terrible is on its way.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Financial woes

I'm losing my health insurance at the end of the month, time to shop around and see what the school or the state can offer me.

I'm moving out of the Humboldt Hellhole, but I can't find many places within my price range (200-275).

The heat bill came to day: about $550, and for most of the billing period we didn't even have heat.

Can't afford my school books, I go into the bookstore, read what I need to, then leave.

Good news: got to chill with some couchsurfers tonight. For free.