I Just Want to Settle Down

Over the past seven years I've moved five times. When my parents divorced we moved from the Air Force Base to a small-ish house for four years. Then mom remarried and we moved into my step-dad's more spacious house. After almost a year there I moved into the dorms at school for almost a year. Then I rented a room in someone's house for a year. Finally, I moved into my own apartment just days before registering here. Every year I've been out of my parents' house I've made a minor change in location. Even when I go back to visit my family that house doesn't feel much like home since I spent a good quarter of that year (over various weekends and chunks of the summer) at my boyfriend's house and most of the rest of the time at school or a friend's house. The closest place I have to a "home" seems to be split to the area around my computer desk and my boyfriend's room at his current place. The place I pay rent for is just the place I come back to and store my stuff.

I'm getting sick and tired of this. I've finally got a place that is just mine, no roommates and it doesn't seem like I can make it comfortable. I seem to have developed something like a wanderlust and I don't like it. It can work for now because I'm still young and all that jazz but eventually I want to settle down with the boy and maybe even have a family or long-term pets and not worry about constantly relocating. I find myself getting lonely, not because of a lack of roommates because I actually enjoy being alone in that sense, but because I don't feel right in my own skin in the place that I live. It just kind of nags at inopportune moments.

Moving Again

Long time, no posts. Yeah, without the forced waiting periods between classes that school provides I haven't taken any time out to blog recently.

I haven't posted and AX report yet for two reasons:

1) Shortly before the con, we found out that my digital camera was having issues. It appears to be something with the software, not physical damage. Unfortunately, since I have absolutely no text-messaging capabilities and therefore all pictures takes on my cell phone are permanently stuck there, this seriously hampered my ability to procure the requested pics.

2) About two days after I got home my current roommate finally decided that she wants her boyfriend to move in with her. While I don't mind her boyfriend in the least, he has a lot of furniture and they're going to need the room I'm staying in for storage. Therefore, I got to go house hunting! Rather, apartment hunting, but that doesn't sound nearly as cool.

After a few weeks of research and touring I've decided on this place in one of their studios. Originally I was hoping to get a second story, but there was a ground-level unit that I could move into on the first of August so there'd be no strange prorating with the rent. The grounds are beautiful (the pictures on the website don't really do them justice), it's in a safe area, it's quiet, and I get an patio with a garden and a garage with a bit of extra storage space.

And the best part? No more crazy roommates.

Done for Now

I just finished my last final of the quarter about forty-five minutes ago. Had two today, one from noon to two, then two to four. Thankfully I finished the first on early and had half an hour to get something to eat. And in the true tradition of history finals everywhere, they were comprised of seven identification questions and an essay on each one. So what's the first thing I do when I get home? Well, put my laundry int the dryer, but the second was to go write some more to tell people I'm done with writing for the quarter. Yay!

I am taking summer classes but due to a happy mistake all of said classes are in the second half-quarter so I don't start again until July. I just have work until then. It'll be nice just doing one thing for once, if only for a few weeks.

Oh, and my boyfriend and I going to the first and second days of AX this year. A group of friends from Faire have rooms in the hotel and we'll be crashing with them for the night. Anyone else going?

Still Procrastinating...

...but what else is new. I finished one paper and still have three pages to finish on the other one and it's been driving me crazy all weekend. Thankfully, I have until 2:30 to finish it and print them both out and I'll probably work on it during class but argh. Just aaaargh.

Weregeek is getting back to where someone who's not a total gamer geek might understand bits of it. Beware! For there are those who hunt geeks like us besides the usual. Also, there's a slight LANGUAGE WARNING for some strips.

Oh, and I've finally got a shiny new PIJAC certificate and a little card to put in my wallet. So I'm officially a certified bird specialist for the next three years.

Some of you are probably wondering where this sudden interest in birds came from. Actually, I had three cockatiels when I was about eight. They were pretty cool, but we had no clue what we were doing with birds and they chewed up my room so we eventually gave them away to somebody who bred them. Cut to several years later when I'm working at my old store and we lacked both fish and bird specialists. I originally inquired about the fish because that's what they originally wanted to hire me for (and because nobody knew a dang thing about them and it was hurting the business) but I would have to switch to full time. Thankfully *sarcasm* lovely our assistant manager had just driven away one of the other managers who was the acting bird person at that store (and also one of my favorite managers there) and the position was open. My boss okayed it and I studied the books for several months, scared about the test until Jon told me to just try it because the worst that could happen was failure and I could just try again in a month. So I passed. Then I realized not only did the books not say much beyond the basics and almost nobody in the store could even tell me what a bird is even supposed to eat and I did a little (okay, a lot) of research on my own. So not only did I get a raise, but now it's my job to make sure my coworkers don't accidentally kill off the parakeets.

Wow, long post. Yep, still procrastinating.

Bring on the Chicks

Okay, so I lied in the last post. I couldn't let this sit there with only an intro post, that's boring.

I just finished my PIJAC test for work. That means I'll get a snazzy little certification card and because my GM (as in General Manager not Game Master) renewed hers as well, they will start sending us hand fed chicks again. They are going to send us a Sun Conure and a Green Cheek Conure. I can't wait, but I'm also counting down the days until someone calls me at five-thirty in the morning to tell me that one of the other two who can handfeed has called in sick and could I please come in just for a little bit to make sure the babies are fed?

Oh, and the other day one of my team leads called me homely. That's right, homely.

Okay, it actually went something like this. This guy who claims he's never been out of California manages to identify what part of Ohio I was born just by my latent Midwestern accent. He then notes that southwestern Ohio is more rural and that I probably didn't grow up in one of the larger cities. He then comes out with, "You've always seemed more homely like that." I of course gave him a verbal smack over the head and at the same time pantomiming doing the same to his arm. He then says what he really meant to say which was, "down to earth." I still think he deserves a fine for improper language usage. Homely indeed.

-Lightwing

I got the first post! Oh, wait...

This blog will probably make no sense unless you happen to know me in that wonderful (*choke, cough*) place known as Real Life. Why then, do I even bother? Well it just so happens that two old and very dear friends have announced blogs of their own within a week of each other and I managed to find a third through the comments.

To tell the truth I've been feeling rather lonely lately. It's not that I don't make friends easily (though that used to be the case) it's just that I have trouble keeping them unless they're forced to see me almost every day. This is exacerbated by the fact that I'm horrible at corresponding even when it involves e-mail; I find it hard to write down idle chatter and the conversation just fizzles out.

I'm a(n):
history major
bird specialist at a major chain pet store
participant at several Renaissance Faires in Southern California (and occasionally Las Vegas)
expert at procrastination
avid reader
knitter
occasional writer
tea enthusiast
anime nut, though I don't have nearly the time or resources for it I used to
insomniac
female

I've just celebrated my third anniversary with my boyfriend. I hate being cold. I'm also currently less than a week away from finals so I doubt I'll be posting much for the next two weeks, nor do I tend to update any of my existing journals frequently. We'll just see how this little endeavor turns out, yes?

-Lightwing




PS: To anyone who knew me in high school, my most popular nickname was Kitty. The one that's stuck around the longest however, is Obi Wan Fantasia (thanks to a certain Monkey hanging around Faire).