the irony of trying to be responsible.
last week, dan was in a car accident that was not of his own fault. sadly, he does not have full coverage and the other insurance company has not yet done anything to fix his vehicle. so we have been sharing my car. i was thinking about how with my own luck, i should upgrade my own insurance to full coverage instead of just comp and collision.
friday morning i woke up early and took my cat to the vet, and then went to my own doctor's appointment (routine check-up). then, after i leave said doctor's office, i head towards my car insurance agent's office. heading north on hilltop, i am traveling with traffic at the speed of 40 miles per hour. as i am passing by banner real estate (otherwise known as "the castle") a 2002ish black mustang convertible with dealer plates (registered for a dealer, not a test drive dealer vehicle mind you) with a 19 looking year old male driver and young girl as passenger comes into vision. clearly, the gentleman behind the wheel should not have had access to this car. the driver, waiting at "the castle" to pull into on-coming traffic and travel south, guns the gas and pulls directly in front of me giving me approximately 5 feet into which i can slam on my brakes and stop. after i have (with full momentum) crashed through the vehicle, the driver throws the car into reverse, turns around and flees the scene.
the cops have not yet located the jerk responsible for the accident, and after paying for a second doctor's appointment, and x-rays of my spine, i now do not have enough money to make rent on the first of the month.
i am feeling very screwed this week.
rediscovering old music/ memories.
my roommate and i went through our cds and are now listening to all of the songs we used to love 4 years ago. her memories take her back to living in chico and being twenty and learning so much about herself in that year. my memories take me back to junior year of college and being twenty, when sara jon johnny and i were inseperable, and these were the cd rotations constantly in our players and on our road trips. i miss those days.
i never listen to these cds anymore. maybe its because i realized they aren't really that great, or its because listening comes with a certain pain of knowing that certain things change and certain friendships can never remain the same.
"there was never any place for someone like me to be totally happy......"
i don't know why this feels like such an emotional post.
new store.
so about two weeks ago my district manager came to me and said "i'm moving you to a new store as of monday." which was very scary because that meant there was a lot to do in only a few days to prepare the store for change over to the new manager. normally, they give you like a month notice.
i like my new store. i am really having a great time and as much as i love my old store, it has been a long time since i went to work stress free and excited. i think i am finally at a point where i can just "be." i forced myself to take a break from planning and thinking about the future and future schooling and job movement and all the things you kind of worry about and think about in your twenties. and it has been very therapeutic. and i work with amie again which i love.
when amie and i left redding two years ago we were both working at starbucks in redding together and feeling dissatisfied. Now, we are back in the exact same place, and we are both happy. its strange.... maybe because we're different people now or because we have a better grasp on where we'd like to be and what we'd like to do, and maybe i am only speaking for myself, but it is strange how you never expect to return to what you purposfully left, and you never expect to be happier once you get back.
myth buster
i caught the boquet at sarah's wedding, and i would just like to say, as someone who has caught the boquet four times now, that the myth of being "next" is a bunch of crap.
age does not = maturity.
my cousin sarah is getting married this weekend in reno. so, i will be spending all of labor day weekend with my mom's (crazy) side of the family.
dan's coming. i don't think he realizes he'll be meeting so much family this weekend.
but i am way excited to hang out with my grandparents because they are two of the coolest people i know. my grandfather is an architect and a contemporary of Frank Llyod Wright's. His style is amazing, and touring through the different houses he designed and created in the greater bay area is definitely an experience. He was also a jazz pianist and an extremely talented and successful one at that. the best part is, he never took a music lesson a day in his life, and doesn't have the first idea of how to read a score. He is (i should know this for certain) 77. and then there is my grandmother, who so perfectly compliments him and is hilarious and witty. she is 57.
only in my family (where large age differences are so common.....) is this not unusual. i never think about the fact that my mom's step-mother is only 5 years older than her. then again, my mom is ten years older than my step-dad.
needless to say, my 24 year old cousin is marrying a 32 year old man and now has a 9 year old step-son. and together they are the perfect family.
