I feel very conflicted right now.
My checkbook is hugely off. My account statement, which is dated 12/07, is about $200 off. And why? All five checks I've written in the last two months do not appear on my statement. This is quite confusing to me. I'm sure at least one if not all of them have been cashed. I mean, I wouldn't mind having the amount of money that my account statement claims I have, but it's simply not right. This stresses me out, and I want to know what the hell is going on.
Speaking of money, I am broke. I have about $30 to my name right now, and I still have to buy more Christmas presents, get a hair cut, and pay for the other half of my glasses. Damn it all to hell. I am going nowhere. Being broke is very depressing for me, especially during this time of year.
Otherwise, this past week I've been busy doing this and that and running here and there. Dan finally arrived in Bucyrus last Thursday to rescue me from my boredom and lonely isolation. We ran some errands together on Friday, I worked Saturday evening, and after all of that madness, I returned with him to Columbus, and I was there until around 7:00 this evening. Our time together included a baby shower Sunday evening for Joel's friend Polly, random eatings, drinkings of Capri Sun and HI-C juice boxes, Mario Tennis, The Simpsons seasons seven and eight, One-Hour Photo, sleeping in until 3:00 in the afternoon every day, going to a concert (Murder by Death... very awesome), and meeting my long-time Internet friend Mr. Mark Hansen IN PERSON!!! We went out to eat at Applebees, and I managed to read a twelve-page premise of the book he's writing called The Battle to Belong. I've been Internet pen pals with Mark for almost eight years. We met in a U2 chat room decades ago and began corresponding and exchanging various U2 mixes. He's literally observed me as I've grown up. Crazyness to finally meet him in the flesh. He was in Columbus on a work-related trip, so the timing was perfect.
All in all, it was a gayous time, but now I am home again for an indefinite amount of time. I am upset and I feel alone again. I wish I could talk to someone. I am cold, and I hate the television. My dad is having surgery in the 28th. Shannon will be here in a few days, and that provides me with a sense of hope and relief, but right now, I am plagued with a feeling of unhappiness. I don't understand a lot of things...
I need to fill out and send my Christmas cards, too. I have no motivation to do this.
Tomorrow I must visit a class of fourth graders and tell them about the wonders of college. How fun. Then Saturday, I must work. On Tuesday, I am revisiting my high school. I am actually looking forward to that. I miss my beloved high school teachers and mentors.
Well, that's it.
My checkbook is hugely off. My account statement, which is dated 12/07, is about $200 off. And why? All five checks I've written in the last two months do not appear on my statement. This is quite confusing to me. I'm sure at least one if not all of them have been cashed. I mean, I wouldn't mind having the amount of money that my account statement claims I have, but it's simply not right. This stresses me out, and I want to know what the hell is going on.
Speaking of money, I am broke. I have about $30 to my name right now, and I still have to buy more Christmas presents, get a hair cut, and pay for the other half of my glasses. Damn it all to hell. I am going nowhere. Being broke is very depressing for me, especially during this time of year.
Otherwise, this past week I've been busy doing this and that and running here and there. Dan finally arrived in Bucyrus last Thursday to rescue me from my boredom and lonely isolation. We ran some errands together on Friday, I worked Saturday evening, and after all of that madness, I returned with him to Columbus, and I was there until around 7:00 this evening. Our time together included a baby shower Sunday evening for Joel's friend Polly, random eatings, drinkings of Capri Sun and HI-C juice boxes, Mario Tennis, The Simpsons seasons seven and eight, One-Hour Photo, sleeping in until 3:00 in the afternoon every day, going to a concert (Murder by Death... very awesome), and meeting my long-time Internet friend Mr. Mark Hansen IN PERSON!!! We went out to eat at Applebees, and I managed to read a twelve-page premise of the book he's writing called The Battle to Belong. I've been Internet pen pals with Mark for almost eight years. We met in a U2 chat room decades ago and began corresponding and exchanging various U2 mixes. He's literally observed me as I've grown up. Crazyness to finally meet him in the flesh. He was in Columbus on a work-related trip, so the timing was perfect.
All in all, it was a gayous time, but now I am home again for an indefinite amount of time. I am upset and I feel alone again. I wish I could talk to someone. I am cold, and I hate the television. My dad is having surgery in the 28th. Shannon will be here in a few days, and that provides me with a sense of hope and relief, but right now, I am plagued with a feeling of unhappiness. I don't understand a lot of things...
I need to fill out and send my Christmas cards, too. I have no motivation to do this.
Tomorrow I must visit a class of fourth graders and tell them about the wonders of college. How fun. Then Saturday, I must work. On Tuesday, I am revisiting my high school. I am actually looking forward to that. I miss my beloved high school teachers and mentors.
Well, that's it.
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I'm sure Butt won't mind if I say this so, you are more than welcome to hang out when he move there. It'll be Butt, Abbey, Dustin, and me. And probably other random people at any given hour.