Another
one.
The BG and I saw TV On The Radio Friday night at the Roseland. They rocked, but it sucked that we couldn’t take pictures. Although, if we had taken pics, I don’t think I would have been able to sneak peaks at the BG completely rocking out with his eyes closed. (That’s when he’s at his cutest.)
Saturday morning Jay, Matthew and I saw another house. I figure we’re getting close to having seen ten now. They’re all a blur in my mind and none have had everything we want. I wonder if we’re being too picky. We have a little more time to be, I guess.
While we were out, BG stayed at the house. When we got back, my car was so kindly washed and my head unit so awesomely fixed. (Shit. Did I even mention that he made me a vegan chocolate cake?… One which my roommates and I enjoyed all weekend long? Dude. *Dewd.*)
That night the four of us partied Crackcrew style and went out to some parties. I heard psy-trance for the first time and thought it was stupid. The whole night was just one big cloud of awesomeness. We had been up for something like 36 hours before drifting off to sleep last night.
That’s the framework for the weekend, basically, but packed in between were some really nice moments of bonding between me, Jay, Matthew, Sarah and BG.
I have an awesome life, I swear. Even when I worry and get sad and miss people from home, or when I owe taxes or get kicked out of our house or can’t afford my car, I look around here and just truly feel appreciative for everything around me. I feel like I’ve entered a self-defining period of my life and I am really excited about what’s ahead.
Woo fucking hoo… I’m signed up
here to scull for three weeks in May (April 30th - May 17th). Upon successful completion, I can rent the shells from the boat house.
I can’t wait, despite the fact that we row at 6 in the friggen AM.
I’m sort of hesitant to admit this to myself (cause it scares the shit out me), but I’m hoping that they actually teach us how flip and get back into the boat if we tip over. My class in DC didn’t teach it, but gave us a verbal explanation on how to do so. I didn’t retain that information (obviously, because I think you need to actually experience something like that in order for it to sink in) and really would feel uncomfortable going out solo not having gone through it.
I am scared to do it… not a fan of going under water, for multiple reasons.
Still, I can’t wait to get out there!
The following can be noted as additions and further details to
this list. The person I’m looking for, when the time is right, must:
- Be at least a *bit* traveled already, and thinks about traveling all the time.
- Be independent.
- Have an appreciation for the situation humanity faces, and be willing to talk about it for hours, even if we get nowhere.
- Not be a baby.
- Not forget my goddamn birthday. (I don’t list it on myspace, get to *know* me to figure out when it is. Bitches.)
- *Not* be Republican. (Independents get bonus points.)
- Realize that I’m scared to *death* of being in a relationship.
- Take a fucking interest in what I’m doing, what I’m interested in, and who I am. Genuinely.
- Accept that I’m crazy and love me for it.
- Occupy yourself with life.
- Let me watch One Tree Hill with no inhibitions.
- Enjoy sleeping in. Sometimes.
- *Do* something.
- Be on top of shit.
- Have your shit together.
- Organize your shit.
- Not let my excessive use of “shit” bother you.
- Search for a better way.
- Give me physical and mental space.
- Keep me wanting more.
- Understand how I think, then surprise me with a twist now and again.
- Not look at or touch my feet. Sorry… off limits.
- Be truthful, 1,000% of the time.
- Not assume that I’ll overreact. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t.
- Take notice.
- Appreciate details and be neat.
- Be vegetarian, at least.
- Have a sense of style.
- Make me laugh because you’re a smart ass.
- Use the word “fuck”.
- Be ready to pack your shit and leave spontaneously.
- Allow me to flirt with other people and even *be* with other people, sometimes.
- Want to see the world together.
- Help me *plan* when we’re traveling.
- Kick me in my ass once in a while; I can get lazy.
- Not be a know-it-all.
- Grow. With me. Enthusiastically.
It’s a lengthy list. And I could add more. I’m picky, and I don’t care what anyone thinks.
Went to dinner with T for her birthday. Hopped over to Spin Cycle with Jay for beats. It was good, I danced a little. I’m picky, you know.
But for about an hour, I was out of it… sort of in a meditative state. Feeling the sound, watching the waves. And realizing that I accomplished a huge goal by being here. I did it. And I’m really happy about it.
Goddamn.
Also, a dancing Jay makes me smile like a child.
Today, I called State Farm to see about getting a policy here in Oregon. My renewal date is April 1st so I have about a week to get it figured out. I had my current information faxed from my agent’s office in Virginia to the one here. A few hours later and the lady called me back to say that my premium was $950 for a six months.
There is nothing “premium” about that shit, as it’s double what I was paying in VA.
I need to call around and get quotes elsewhere, but if I don’t get it down to about $650, I am seriously considering selling my car and going solo on a motorcycle. Between that, my bicycle and public transit, I should cover all my bases.
Except ones where I’d like to have someone with me on a road trip.
Or… *other* things. ;)
I now drive about 10 miles a day, if that. It doesn’t seem worth it to me to pay nearly $2k a year for insurance alone, not to mention my car payment. I could sell the car, pay back the loan and have enough left over for a brand new one of these:
But that car, as stupid as it sounds, is *so* sentimental to me now, after all I’ve done in the past month. And I know, it is ridiculous that I’m this attached to a goddamn machine.
I should sell it just to *break* my connection to it.
:(
