I woke up this morning with some pep in my step. I found a cute black top with black pants and a nice pair of black boots. I adorned myself with a pair of earrings and a sparkly bracelet. I was set to go to...TRAFFIC COURT.
I did not need to go, but I wanted to fight my excessively high ticket for talking on the cell phone while driving (no hands free device). I played out my sad, sorry excuse in my head on the drive to court and felt like I had a winner. I arrived at court, went through security, and saw a long line snaking its way around the hallway. Of course that was my destination. I stood in line, and it felt like it was moving in slow motion. I started texting friends for some entertainment. I was surprised and happy to learn of Munchkin's true identity. No, you are not a 17 year old girl from New York!
I saw "S", who I have had a long term crush on. S is an activist and his organization has worked with my boss for quite some time. I've always had an affinity for him, but he recently got engaged. Oh boo to you. But, I saw his twinkly brown eyes and he gave me some good tips on how to deal with the commissioner who was on bench for traffic court that day. After seeing S, I ran into Dusty. If anyone recalls from my previous posts my disdain for Dusty, then you will know how unthrilled I was to run into him. He came up to me, extraordinarily stinky and loud, and asked if my boyfriend was still alive. After a horrible look from me, he told me he was just joking and it was his way of talking to his hot girlfriends. I don't consider myself to be any kind of friend to him, so I was even more horrified. He then went on to tell me about some girls he was in love in with, and how he was at court to request to be thrown into jail because he ran out of money. I sort of stared at him blankly. Did he want money from me? Did he want to hang out with me? Touch my boobs as he has previously requested? I was in no mood for Dusty's crap this morning, so I started rudely staring away from him until he got the point and trudged away.
Court started at 10:00 am, but the commissioner decided he would wait until 10:20 to join the courtroom. The rowdy folks in the room were agitated from sitting around and waiting, and the commissioner came out and did not look to be in good spirits. He immediately and sort of kindly told everyone to shut their pie holes, and proceeded to throw his power around with talk of how "slowly" court would go if we weren't quiet. Granted, traffic court is not like any of the courts I have been to, where people are quiet and respectful. And, traffic court is not in any way a glamorous job for a judge or commissioner, but too bad Charlie, no need to be a d*#& about it!
I knew I was in trouble when he started spouting in a rehearsed fashion that he VERY RARELY decreases fines. That he agrees the fines are excessive, but it's a statutory issue and we should write to our legislators. Way to set the stage Commissioner. I almost got up right then and walked out the door. Some drunk guy yelled that he wanted a new judge. But, I have never had the experience of being on the stand (I was more "at the podium"), and I figured it is something I really should experience considering the field I'm in. Good to get some first hand experience of getting grilled by a Commissioner (who is sort of a judge...but that's another blog).
He called 6 people up at once. 5 in the seats, and 1 at the podium. It was done very orderly, and he was quite efficient. The plea choices were guilty, not guilty, and no contest. Not guilty got you sent to trial, and bail was waived if it i) caused a hardship, and ii) you promised to appear at your trial. Guilty and no contest could be pled with an explanation. I toyed with the idea of pleading no contest just to sound kind of badass, but I really had no reason to, so I played out the guilty plea in my head.
Finally, he called me. I bid him a good morning and pled guilty with an explanation. My voice cracked a little, but I told him I had to take an urgent call from the east coast, and that my driving record was very clean and that I was a safe driver, bla bla. He stared at me as if expecting more, but I had nothing else and told him so. He steadily stared at me, and told me my fine. The fine was the same amount as my citation. No pity from the commissioner, but I did get a month extension to pay it.
I went out to my car in the pouring rain, but had my cute, leopard umbrella to protect me. I saw something floating in a puddle near my car. Upon closer inspection, I recognized my pink sports bra pathetically soaked on the gravel. I had it in my car because I had planned to hit the gym after work today. I almost picked it up, but immediately felt a repulsion to my sopping wet, floating bra in the courthouse parking lot. I left it there in sweet surrender, and went on to work.
Work was non-eventful, but I did have a nice short day because I spent the morning in court. Another Friday night is about to be dedicated to homework, but I keep my mantra that this will all pay off somehow for me. Amazing job that pays well and has a work-life balance, is that you?
Friday, March 12, 2010
Hit me baby one more time...
I've been obsessively listening to this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NwqN-xj9Xs
Brrr..it looks cold, Travis. Thank goodness for being able to play MP3's in my car.
My birthday was great. I don't remember if I posted about it already, and I'm just a bit too lazy to go check. So, I'll leave it as I had a good birthday.
My friend and I made plans to go to the beach the day after my birthday. She picked me up Sunday afternoon, and I was greeted with really cute black arm warmers with little holes for my thumbs. It matched my Hello Kitty shirt perfectly. We drove to the Headlands in search of a beach, which even if you don't live in the SF Bay area, you have probably seen in either commercials or movies.
The Golden Bridge connects the Headlands and San Francisco, and is one of the most beautiful places on the planet. As we drove up into the headlands, our car winding up and down narrow roads, we hit a crossroads. I couldn't remember we needed to make a right or left, so we went with left. Left provided us with a view that took my breath away. We started winding down a one way road, with mountain to the right and cliffs to our left. The road was very winding, and it felt like we were driving straight into the ocean. I quickly reached into my friend's ("A") purse and grabbed her camera to capture this stunning shot.
We slowed down and then stopped on the road. The BMW in front of us had stopped. The bicyclist in front of the BMW stopped. I curiously looked up as I saw the BMW dude ("BD") talking to the bicyclist ("Biker"). I wondered if they knew each other, but it sure didn't look like a friendly conversation, and hey, they were holding up my precious beach time...so what the hell? A snapped a couple of pics. Next thing I know, BD throws a punch on Biker, and they are in a full fledged brawl. A then snapped a pic of BD's license. I sat stunned in the car, watching them from behind the window, and as if in slow motion. Then A gets out of the car, and yells at BD to knock it off. BD then knocked Biker down and put him in a choke hold. A continued to to tell BD where the sun don't shine, and I felt a little like an ass for sitting so quietly. So, I took a mental note that if I ever get into a fight, I want A to be my backup.
BD got up from Biker and gave A a really horrible look. I yelled at A to get back in the car. BD got back into his BMW. As an aside, BD had a cute, little blonde chic in his car, and she just kind of sat there as her man was pounding on some little bike rider. You sure got a winner lady!
BD takes off in his BMW, and I and I pull the car the to the side and check on Biker. His knee was bloody, and he was a little shaken up, but nothing serious was going on. We called the police for him, gave the license plate, description, etc. A asked Biker what he said to piss off BD so much. Turns out Biker was riding slow, BD honked, Biker told him the road was his too, and then BD's testosterone took over his soul and proceeded to pound the fuck out of Biker.
The ambulances (yes more than one ambulance, there is not much excitement going on) came down the winding road. The police caught BD, and A's camera saved the day.
We finally headed down to the beach, but had to make a pit stop at the visitor's center to give another office the photo on her camera. We found the beach, stayed about 5 minutes due to wind, then packed it up and headed back to my place. We had a lovely birthday lunch with another friend, and then went over to that friend's place to watch the Oscars.
I spoke with my sister while I was over there. I have two sisters. One of them I talk to weekly, the other, I hadn't spoken to since Thanksgiving. That sister and I really just don't get along to put it mildly. We did have a light conversation, she wished me happy birthday, discussed schools and careers for my niece and nephew, and it was ultimately very pleasant.
I played hooky on school last night. Yeah, yeah...it's the first class I've missed out of ANY of my classes in 7 weeks, so I don't want to hear it. I went to see Alice and Wonderland with the bf instead. I tend to not give a rat's poot about what the critics say, although I heard this movie didn't get great reviews. I didn't bother to read the reviews and went in with an open mind and 3d glasses. I LOVED the movie. I was not expected a deep story about Alice. I do think the movie felt rushed a bit, but it was very entertaining, and the visual effects are fabulous. I'm sure I'll see this several more times before it leaves the theaters.
The bf and I are strange. We can be having a great time, and then all of a sudden, someone will bring up my leaving. I've been guilty of this myself as the guilt of not telling him my plans are kind of eating me up inside. So last night, at the snack counter in the theater, it was brought up. I told him we haven't talked about when. He turned to me and said "I thought it was June." My blood ran cold. How would he know that? Has he read my blog? Has he gotten into my emails and facebook? I got kind of freaked, but calmly asked him, "what makes you say June"? He told me because that's when school was over. I didn't agree or disagree, but nodded, and felt an immediate high from that. The hard job was over. The secret I'd been harboring was not ever a secret. We made no other reference to the conversation that night.
I've been watching Band of Brothers lately. I'm not going to get to see the Pacific right away, but I figure now is as good time as any to get reacquainted with it. It's a fabulous series, and it's one of the few war movies/series I can stomach.
I may or may not have mentioned that I got a citation for driving and talking on my cell phone. Today, I'm going into court to fight that sucker because it's a ridiculous fine. So, wish me luck.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NwqN-xj9Xs
Brrr..it looks cold, Travis. Thank goodness for being able to play MP3's in my car.
My birthday was great. I don't remember if I posted about it already, and I'm just a bit too lazy to go check. So, I'll leave it as I had a good birthday.
My friend and I made plans to go to the beach the day after my birthday. She picked me up Sunday afternoon, and I was greeted with really cute black arm warmers with little holes for my thumbs. It matched my Hello Kitty shirt perfectly. We drove to the Headlands in search of a beach, which even if you don't live in the SF Bay area, you have probably seen in either commercials or movies.
The Golden Bridge connects the Headlands and San Francisco, and is one of the most beautiful places on the planet. As we drove up into the headlands, our car winding up and down narrow roads, we hit a crossroads. I couldn't remember we needed to make a right or left, so we went with left. Left provided us with a view that took my breath away. We started winding down a one way road, with mountain to the right and cliffs to our left. The road was very winding, and it felt like we were driving straight into the ocean. I quickly reached into my friend's ("A") purse and grabbed her camera to capture this stunning shot.
We slowed down and then stopped on the road. The BMW in front of us had stopped. The bicyclist in front of the BMW stopped. I curiously looked up as I saw the BMW dude ("BD") talking to the bicyclist ("Biker"). I wondered if they knew each other, but it sure didn't look like a friendly conversation, and hey, they were holding up my precious beach time...so what the hell? A snapped a couple of pics. Next thing I know, BD throws a punch on Biker, and they are in a full fledged brawl. A then snapped a pic of BD's license. I sat stunned in the car, watching them from behind the window, and as if in slow motion. Then A gets out of the car, and yells at BD to knock it off. BD then knocked Biker down and put him in a choke hold. A continued to to tell BD where the sun don't shine, and I felt a little like an ass for sitting so quietly. So, I took a mental note that if I ever get into a fight, I want A to be my backup.
BD got up from Biker and gave A a really horrible look. I yelled at A to get back in the car. BD got back into his BMW. As an aside, BD had a cute, little blonde chic in his car, and she just kind of sat there as her man was pounding on some little bike rider. You sure got a winner lady!
BD takes off in his BMW, and I and I pull the car the to the side and check on Biker. His knee was bloody, and he was a little shaken up, but nothing serious was going on. We called the police for him, gave the license plate, description, etc. A asked Biker what he said to piss off BD so much. Turns out Biker was riding slow, BD honked, Biker told him the road was his too, and then BD's testosterone took over his soul and proceeded to pound the fuck out of Biker.
The ambulances (yes more than one ambulance, there is not much excitement going on) came down the winding road. The police caught BD, and A's camera saved the day.
We finally headed down to the beach, but had to make a pit stop at the visitor's center to give another office the photo on her camera. We found the beach, stayed about 5 minutes due to wind, then packed it up and headed back to my place. We had a lovely birthday lunch with another friend, and then went over to that friend's place to watch the Oscars.
I spoke with my sister while I was over there. I have two sisters. One of them I talk to weekly, the other, I hadn't spoken to since Thanksgiving. That sister and I really just don't get along to put it mildly. We did have a light conversation, she wished me happy birthday, discussed schools and careers for my niece and nephew, and it was ultimately very pleasant.
I played hooky on school last night. Yeah, yeah...it's the first class I've missed out of ANY of my classes in 7 weeks, so I don't want to hear it. I went to see Alice and Wonderland with the bf instead. I tend to not give a rat's poot about what the critics say, although I heard this movie didn't get great reviews. I didn't bother to read the reviews and went in with an open mind and 3d glasses. I LOVED the movie. I was not expected a deep story about Alice. I do think the movie felt rushed a bit, but it was very entertaining, and the visual effects are fabulous. I'm sure I'll see this several more times before it leaves the theaters.
The bf and I are strange. We can be having a great time, and then all of a sudden, someone will bring up my leaving. I've been guilty of this myself as the guilt of not telling him my plans are kind of eating me up inside. So last night, at the snack counter in the theater, it was brought up. I told him we haven't talked about when. He turned to me and said "I thought it was June." My blood ran cold. How would he know that? Has he read my blog? Has he gotten into my emails and facebook? I got kind of freaked, but calmly asked him, "what makes you say June"? He told me because that's when school was over. I didn't agree or disagree, but nodded, and felt an immediate high from that. The hard job was over. The secret I'd been harboring was not ever a secret. We made no other reference to the conversation that night.
I've been watching Band of Brothers lately. I'm not going to get to see the Pacific right away, but I figure now is as good time as any to get reacquainted with it. It's a fabulous series, and it's one of the few war movies/series I can stomach.
I may or may not have mentioned that I got a citation for driving and talking on my cell phone. Today, I'm going into court to fight that sucker because it's a ridiculous fine. So, wish me luck.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
It's not right to be awake and blogging this early the day after my birthday, but here I am - allergies and all.
I was looking online to see if there was a relationship with my recent allergies and quitting smoking. Though I did not find any real medical sounding information, I did find a forum where people discussed this issue:
http://www.topix.com/forum/health/allergy/TG70I7EP1E0LDU3ED
Sadly, there were no real answers, just a bunch of ex-smokers complaining of allergy symptoms and attempting to self diagnose. But, I did feel better after reading it, because my allergies are truly kicking my ass, and I am now unable to sleep in which has taken me and my mucous to a new, very uncool level.
The King Tut exhibit was amazing!! 10 rooms of glittering artifacts were quite overwhelming. I had a hard time grasping how old some of the items were - over 3k years old! Thrones, busts, masks, coffins. There were videos running in some of the room as well. That Carter dude really hit the damn jackpot in that excavation trip. I was kind of wondering though if Tut would be pissed his tomb got hijacked, you know? Like these things were all set up very ceremoniously to assist him in the afterlife. Maybe it was just to help him get there, but I imagine he'd like to be sporting his scarab necklaces in heaven? I was wearing high heels and by the end, I could hardly walk around. I had to keep finding benches to rest on, which turned out to be a good thing I think, because I needed some time to digest some of these exhibits. My favorite things were the golden shrine, and the gilded coffin of Tjuya.
http://www.touregypt.net/museum/tutl55.htm
http://www.tutsanfrancisco.org/content/coffin-tuyu
I could go on for days, but anyone living in the bay area should see this. It's touring around the US, and it's really a magical thing.
After the exhibit, we drove back to our apartment. My driving strike ended after realizing what a pain it was to get to the museum. But, I was back on strike for dinner time. We came back and I opened my present from the bf's mom. She got me a super cute headband, and a very blingy necklace. Not my normal style, but once it was on it, I liked how it looked. It's one of those wild Betsy Johnson necklaces, with crowns and bows and hearts. Hearts in leopard print. I got a bunch of compliments on the thing, so I know it worked! The bf went downstairs to start his car and get us to dinner. His car didn't start. I didn't say a word, but I could feel my blood pressure building. He kept trying and then nothing. I was pissed beyond pissed at this point, and although my readers you may think I could quite possibly be the biggest brat in the world for this kind of hissy fit, but there is history and reason behind it.
The bf's car is my age. He refuses to get a new one and relies on my car to get us around. Pretty much every dinner is spent with me toting the two of us around, and as I am a strict observer of the no drinking and driving policy, I never get my fancy dinner cocktails. However, last year on my birthday, all I wanted was to be able to have a nice drink and be taken care of. It was bad enough I was sharing my birthday dinner with the bf's mom's friend, and bad enough I really got no say in where I was going, but I wound up driving us to my birthday dinner and boy, was I not happy. We broke up shortly thereafter.
So, back to the present. I get my keys and storm around in a huff and tell everyone to get in my car because we have to make our reservation. I was feeling insanely pissed because I had already driven the first leg of my birthday, and here we were going with round two. The gods were on my side and the bf tried his car again, and in we piled. We had a fabulous dinner, and I had a very, VERY strong Mai Tai.
We came back to the apartment and relaxed with Band of Brothers. It was then my body started revolting on me. I was itchy, sneezy, plugged, snotty - all at once. With piles of tissue around me, I tried to relax and let the allergy attack ride out. I found a trial sized nasal spray my doc gave me and snorted some of that. Nothing was working, so I took a very hot shower, which helped a great deal.
I did wake up this morning with the same allergies, which is why I was awake earlier today than I am for work days. But, with the gym, picnic on the beach, taking the car in, Oscars, dinner and homework, I think I'll have a pretty enjoyable, but busy end to my birthday festivities.
I was looking online to see if there was a relationship with my recent allergies and quitting smoking. Though I did not find any real medical sounding information, I did find a forum where people discussed this issue:
http://www.topix.com/forum/health/allergy/TG70I7EP1E0LDU3ED
Sadly, there were no real answers, just a bunch of ex-smokers complaining of allergy symptoms and attempting to self diagnose. But, I did feel better after reading it, because my allergies are truly kicking my ass, and I am now unable to sleep in which has taken me and my mucous to a new, very uncool level.
The King Tut exhibit was amazing!! 10 rooms of glittering artifacts were quite overwhelming. I had a hard time grasping how old some of the items were - over 3k years old! Thrones, busts, masks, coffins. There were videos running in some of the room as well. That Carter dude really hit the damn jackpot in that excavation trip. I was kind of wondering though if Tut would be pissed his tomb got hijacked, you know? Like these things were all set up very ceremoniously to assist him in the afterlife. Maybe it was just to help him get there, but I imagine he'd like to be sporting his scarab necklaces in heaven? I was wearing high heels and by the end, I could hardly walk around. I had to keep finding benches to rest on, which turned out to be a good thing I think, because I needed some time to digest some of these exhibits. My favorite things were the golden shrine, and the gilded coffin of Tjuya.
http://www.touregypt.net/museum/tutl55.htm
http://www.tutsanfrancisco.org/content/coffin-tuyu
I could go on for days, but anyone living in the bay area should see this. It's touring around the US, and it's really a magical thing.
After the exhibit, we drove back to our apartment. My driving strike ended after realizing what a pain it was to get to the museum. But, I was back on strike for dinner time. We came back and I opened my present from the bf's mom. She got me a super cute headband, and a very blingy necklace. Not my normal style, but once it was on it, I liked how it looked. It's one of those wild Betsy Johnson necklaces, with crowns and bows and hearts. Hearts in leopard print. I got a bunch of compliments on the thing, so I know it worked! The bf went downstairs to start his car and get us to dinner. His car didn't start. I didn't say a word, but I could feel my blood pressure building. He kept trying and then nothing. I was pissed beyond pissed at this point, and although my readers you may think I could quite possibly be the biggest brat in the world for this kind of hissy fit, but there is history and reason behind it.
The bf's car is my age. He refuses to get a new one and relies on my car to get us around. Pretty much every dinner is spent with me toting the two of us around, and as I am a strict observer of the no drinking and driving policy, I never get my fancy dinner cocktails. However, last year on my birthday, all I wanted was to be able to have a nice drink and be taken care of. It was bad enough I was sharing my birthday dinner with the bf's mom's friend, and bad enough I really got no say in where I was going, but I wound up driving us to my birthday dinner and boy, was I not happy. We broke up shortly thereafter.
So, back to the present. I get my keys and storm around in a huff and tell everyone to get in my car because we have to make our reservation. I was feeling insanely pissed because I had already driven the first leg of my birthday, and here we were going with round two. The gods were on my side and the bf tried his car again, and in we piled. We had a fabulous dinner, and I had a very, VERY strong Mai Tai.
We came back to the apartment and relaxed with Band of Brothers. It was then my body started revolting on me. I was itchy, sneezy, plugged, snotty - all at once. With piles of tissue around me, I tried to relax and let the allergy attack ride out. I found a trial sized nasal spray my doc gave me and snorted some of that. Nothing was working, so I took a very hot shower, which helped a great deal.
I did wake up this morning with the same allergies, which is why I was awake earlier today than I am for work days. But, with the gym, picnic on the beach, taking the car in, Oscars, dinner and homework, I think I'll have a pretty enjoyable, but busy end to my birthday festivities.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
It felt so wrong, it felt so right, don't mean I'm in love tonight...
So today I turned 29. That is so horrifying to type out. I don't feel any different. I don't have achy bones or a bad back. I suppose those ailments are jumping the gun a little. However, I did toss and turn from the spring allergies that have hit me hard, and I'm sporting a pretty raw nose.
The bf came home last night with the present I was pining for. I didn't want stuff, I didn't want things...I wanted a damn fancy haircut. Last night I was greeted with a gift certificate for a fancy salon, and I will get my hair did, and it will be fabulous.
In celebration of feeling old, today will be spent exploring the De Young museum and ole' King Tut and pal's bones. Then a delicious dinner. Since I am on driving strike today, we are busing and cabbing it all over town. I changed my mind about dinner because it would mean a whole other set of buses and cabs, which just don't sound all that appealing. In the heart of local and delicious foods, I'm going to P.F. Chang's. I don't care that it's a big chain. I'm much less angry than I used to be about big chains, but I usually don't go for it with all the wonderful mom and pops around here. But, PF is quite possibly one of my favorite places on the planet, so I'm going for it.
My mother was freaked out and chastised me for having the bf and his mom taking me around today, considering, well...you know. I felt my face drain of blood when she said that, and I immediately felt like total scum. I quickly consulted one of my friends who told me to live it up and enjoy while I have it. So mixed with guilt and pleasure, I will just go for it today.
Today not only memorializes my birthday, but the 3-month mark until I head out of dodge. I suppose it would make for a very uncomfortable dinner to drop the bomb tonight, so I'm waiting for the right moment. Although, I don't know when there will be a right moment, but I do know today is not it.
It's interesting to me that several people I know are planning on leaving this heavenly area. It started when one of my best friends moved a couple of years ago, and people in my life are slowly dwindling away from the bay. One of my friends told me he couldn't wait to get the hell out of SF. What's going on with that? I think the gentrification of SF is pretty startling, and the reality is, if you don't make 6 figures, it's a tough town. Plenty of people do it, myself included, but it sure ain't easy.
Tomorrow I will enjoy a picnic at the beach with a dear friend, and some dinner later followed by the Oscars(i think?) and some homework. I played hooky on my Friday night homework, and spent the night relaxing with some of my favorite shows and a stir fry dinner.
I am still smoke free as of today. As tempting as it's been, and I mean really freaking tempting, I haven't caved in. I'm almost through one box of nicotine gum, but pretty happy that it has lasted this long. I even lost my marbles this past Sunday and had to call a friend to talk me through the craving. Last Sunday was pretty special though. I sealed the deal with a roommate. That's right, I have one FOR SURE. They are normal folks, live in a really cute house, and they are close to the speedline into Philadelphia. I'm so stoked to explore a new area, and have been searching Yelp to my heart's content.
The bf came home last night with the present I was pining for. I didn't want stuff, I didn't want things...I wanted a damn fancy haircut. Last night I was greeted with a gift certificate for a fancy salon, and I will get my hair did, and it will be fabulous.
In celebration of feeling old, today will be spent exploring the De Young museum and ole' King Tut and pal's bones. Then a delicious dinner. Since I am on driving strike today, we are busing and cabbing it all over town. I changed my mind about dinner because it would mean a whole other set of buses and cabs, which just don't sound all that appealing. In the heart of local and delicious foods, I'm going to P.F. Chang's. I don't care that it's a big chain. I'm much less angry than I used to be about big chains, but I usually don't go for it with all the wonderful mom and pops around here. But, PF is quite possibly one of my favorite places on the planet, so I'm going for it.
My mother was freaked out and chastised me for having the bf and his mom taking me around today, considering, well...you know. I felt my face drain of blood when she said that, and I immediately felt like total scum. I quickly consulted one of my friends who told me to live it up and enjoy while I have it. So mixed with guilt and pleasure, I will just go for it today.
Today not only memorializes my birthday, but the 3-month mark until I head out of dodge. I suppose it would make for a very uncomfortable dinner to drop the bomb tonight, so I'm waiting for the right moment. Although, I don't know when there will be a right moment, but I do know today is not it.
It's interesting to me that several people I know are planning on leaving this heavenly area. It started when one of my best friends moved a couple of years ago, and people in my life are slowly dwindling away from the bay. One of my friends told me he couldn't wait to get the hell out of SF. What's going on with that? I think the gentrification of SF is pretty startling, and the reality is, if you don't make 6 figures, it's a tough town. Plenty of people do it, myself included, but it sure ain't easy.
Tomorrow I will enjoy a picnic at the beach with a dear friend, and some dinner later followed by the Oscars(i think?) and some homework. I played hooky on my Friday night homework, and spent the night relaxing with some of my favorite shows and a stir fry dinner.
I am still smoke free as of today. As tempting as it's been, and I mean really freaking tempting, I haven't caved in. I'm almost through one box of nicotine gum, but pretty happy that it has lasted this long. I even lost my marbles this past Sunday and had to call a friend to talk me through the craving. Last Sunday was pretty special though. I sealed the deal with a roommate. That's right, I have one FOR SURE. They are normal folks, live in a really cute house, and they are close to the speedline into Philadelphia. I'm so stoked to explore a new area, and have been searching Yelp to my heart's content.
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