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Thursday, December 30, 2004

Six months later...

I finally have an apartment of my own, and it took us this long to get internet access. I don't know where to start as much has changed. I went so long without logging every incident of every day and guess what? It didn't bother me. I spoke with anti tonight and he got me back in that good ol' bloggin' mood. Perhaps he and I shall meet up in L.A. one day.

Since you and I last spoke, I have moved into an apartment with Sean just outside of the downtown area. It's nice being close to school, but I have still have to drive across town to get to work. Well, to Sean's work as well. I purchased a 2004 cherry red Chevrolet Cavalier just in time for Sean's truck to break down. So I cart him around town in exchange for gas and groceries and digital cable. Practically all of our furniture was free and I just received a ton of "housewife" goodies for Christmas (vaccuum, pots and pans, etc.) I work my ass off almost daily and in return I get little respect or pay. Anti says I should go work for him - I could be making a whole 15 cents an hour more!!

I've spent all my money on food and clothes and cigarettes. I managed to pass all of my classes last semester, some just barely. I'm a fucking A-student but I just don't apply myself. Ask me anything and I'll show you I have a command over the material, but I just can't stand writing research papers.

The nightmares haven't let up. I had a dream about my philosophy professor and I've been waiting for his call ever since. I dreamed that every guy I like would rather smooch some skinny blonde chick instead of saving me from the evil monsters or the burning house. I almost wet the ~~bed~~ couch the other night. That bathroom dream was just far too realistic.

Seth and I are becoming closer as I was unsure of the status of our relationship when he first moved here. My roommate still thinks I'm the cutest girl in the world though and it's hard to resist his hugs and kisses. I get along with my dad for the most part. He went on a date for the first time after my mom died, but the woman turned out to be a self-involved bitch.

I can't wait for summer. I wish I didn't have to work. No time for anything. No friends. No parties. I want to sit and paint and draw and clean my fucking room. I can't even see the floor. It's disgusting. The whole apartment. Trash under the Christmas tree, dirty dishes everywhere, vibrators on the coffee table and ashtrays in the bathroom. I am a pig. Tomorrow is my day off. I wish I could be alone for the whole day but there are people in town who want to see me and I have to drive Sean to work. I need a shower. My legs are hairy. I think I stink.

I definitely need some sleep.

See you tomorrow, I hope.

Lisa || 1:54 AM || |

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Sunday, July 25, 2004

It's okay that I missed the fireworks. Well, I watched them on the news, but they kept doing odd close-ups and fade-outs which kind of ruined the magic. Anyway, the reason it's okay is because my unlce came home engaged to his girlfriend, which made my favor all the more special. Congrats to them.

I'm not in the mood to go to work today, despite how fabulous I look. I'm staving and sick at the same time, and I can't wait for my birthday (this Thursday my dear, gift-giving friends). Blah, I'd write more, but I want to be at work in time to grab some coffee before the store opens. I'll try to post more soon.

Lisa || 8:08 AM || |

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Saturday, July 17, 2004

I haven't been online for what seems like forever. Working extra hours, never at home, I'm getting ready for the big move toward independence - my first apartment. Albeit I am moving in with Sean, my dearly loved best friend, it will still be a new and exciting experience. Saving money is the toughest part.

I'm working on my day off - babysitting for my uncle and his girlfriend. I assume they will be going to the symphony, and then the biggest fireworks show the city has ever seen for Omaha's 150th Birthday. This is an event I would have liked to attend, perhaps with a date so I could dress up, but alas, I suppose I can always catch the show on the local news after the little girl goes to bed.

Summer is ending and there is no more "me" time. Just outside responsibilities and obligations that require my constant attention and participaption. *sigh*

Lisa || 1:40 PM || |

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