I met John Kerry today. Sat next to him and everything. We talked about guitars. Now I'm watching Miami Vice. Thrilling!

I really am moving to LA, by the way. It's kind of official now. Exciting!

But all I have to eat at this moment is rice cakes. Not so exciting.

I'm moving to LA. The plan is to work for a year and then go to LA City College once I'm officially a resident of California (and can get in-state tuition). We're looking around at neighborhoods I could live in, and I was offered my first real, non-retail job yesterday. Even taking some retail job would work. There's even a car I could drive, ( Read more... )

So Seattle is pretty cool. I might look into going to community college here next fall, if I can manage it. It would certainly be easier to manage than getting my own place around DC. But it would be nice. It's surprising how much a change of scenery can make a difference ( Read more... )

I'm in Seattle now waiting for my sister to get home. I'm very tired. There is a part of me (all of me, really) that never wants to go back to Bethesda again. So it may be a while before I see anyone. On the other hand, the video store offered me a job for the summer. So who knows.

I'm going away on a ROAD TRIP!!!! So I won't be updating for a while. Also, I don't have a computer right now, so I won't be updating for a while.

I'll tell everyone all about the trip when I somehow get access to a computer.

Cheers, mateys!

I can use my man-magnet status to my advantage! A hairdresser guy named Santiago offered me a free haircut. He practically insisted! And I need one. Yes! Oh, Dupont.

In case you were wondering, I'm doing okay. I've been doing this and that, etc. I have three days of work left and it kills me to think about even that. Yeesh.

My house is really empty and kind of depressing. Anyone who wants to give me a call can feel free.

So apparently because I used stock to pay for school last year (the semester I brilliantly failed), my tax situation changed. If I had paid from my bank account, I would be getting $300 more than I am now. My refund is less this year than it was last year, despite having worked a good three times as much. I swear, this is driving me fucking insane.

FUCK THE MAN. My taxes are driving me crazy. When I am done with them, I am getting real drunk so I can forget about the IRS for a while.

I gave two weeks notice, uh huh. I might ask to leave in a week, since I know he wants me out of there as soon as possible. This really works out for everyone involved. Well, me and my boss anyway. My coworkers are sort of fucked, but it's entirely not my fault, since I was going to get fired anyway. Either way, I'll be out of there no later than ( Read more... )