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| yeah. i think so. after checking out suzi's recently updated page, and also the feeling of wanting to express myself through writing, i think i might do this, occasionally, again.
a lot has changed in the... 2 years (?) it's been since i last blogged on here. (i checked out myspace for a long time, but that got old, now facebook, but there is not blog feature, so... back to xanga, maybe?)
the first biggest change since i last blogged is the fact that i'm no longer dating kenny. (thank god.) while working at school specialty in mansfield, i met nick. about a month later, i dumped kenny and started dating nick. four days later, he moved to columbus. my mom hated (and still dislikes) nick, and me for dating him. i moved in with him in columbus 2 months later. that was probably one of the best decisions i've ever made in my life. so now, 2 years later, we've moved around a lot (which i rather enjoy), and i'm still as in love with him as i was when i first met him. and i'm not going to say that we haven't had some really rough times, because we have, but they've made us all the better for it. so now, on my 21st birthday, my 3rd birthday with him, i'm still happier than i've ever been in my whole life.
well, after i moved to columbus, nick's step-mom helped me get a job at an insurance agency, where i met my best friend. i worked there for 1 year and 3 months. then i told them to go fuck themselves after they gave me a fat $400 check for free. i quit working there to work at ups. it's the best job i've ever had. i quit the insurance gig to work at ups because of the union. i'm so happy there just because i can actually tell them pretty much to fuck off and leave me alone. as long as i don't fuck up my own numbers, i'm good. i know a lot of people don't like it and our hub actually has the highest turn-over rate in the country per capita, but i love this job. it makes me feel so good when i tell a supervisor to stop working or i'll grievance them (in our contract, it's agreed that supervisors can't do union member work).
so, i met my best friend, cat, at farmer's (the insurance place). she and i are going out saturday night to celebrate my birthday and i'm so excited. nick and i also adopted a little cat in the summer of 2007. we named her assata after assata shakur, the famous black panther, and tupac shakur's godmother, who now lives in cuba. i think i might try to convince nick to adopt another little kitty so assa can have a friend. we live in westerville, oh right now because we were going to be moving to chicago in april, but we've since changed our minds and are going to be staying here. we're looking for places again just north of campus, in an area called clintonville. it's our favorite part of the city. we lived there before we moved out here to the 'burbs.
so... i wonder what all i'm forgetting. i mean, obviously i skipped a lot.
oh!
about 8 months after figuring out that i'm actually a socialist/red, nick and i joined a socialist group called solidarity. through this group, we help plan and lead a side group called radicals at work (it used to be called the rank-and-file youth project, but we recently voted to change it to r.a.w.). so, solidarity hosts retreat weekends featuring theoretical and action-based discussions, and because of this, i've traveled more in the last year and a half than i have almost ever. i've been to new york twice, new jersey, detroit innumerable times, dearborn (where i walked my first picket line and in the same weekend was picketed by another group), and chicago once. we might go to atlanta this coming spring, too. we're not so sure. but, overall, i'm glad i joined solidarity. when i joined, i wasn't really looking to join a socialist group, i just went to a labor retreat in detroit with nick and our friend jay and ended up joining about a month later.
it feels so good to be out in the world and dependant on myself. i mean, at times it can be stressful, living from paycheck to paycheck, but i don't always have to, which helps with the stress. and not only that, but in a few years, i can become a combo worker at ups, which essentially is just a full-time worker who does two part-time jobs a night. the difference though is that combo workers start out at $14.00 an hours, and after three years make about $23.00 hour. i love my union job. it's the only way to go if you don't want to be treated like coporate america's little bitch.
so. i think i might end my home-coming post here for now. i think i've run out of big things to write about.
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| it's such an odd feeling knowing that one of your friends is going through something rough,
while at the same time, nothing could be any more perfect for another.
my life has been looking up a little lately. i haven't had anything depressing happen to me, except for the talks about death in art and such. those are simply sombre moments, though, so they aren't really all that bad.
i feel like i'm slacking in art.
i still have to finish cleaning my room because my three aunts from baltimore are coming to-morrow. i love them so much. i still remember the first time i met them was at aunt thelma's house. i fell into her pool 5 minutes after getting there. amazing, i know. it'll suck not sleeping in my own bed all weekend, but i think it'll be worth it. i'm so glad i don't have to work.
i just wanted to tell you, i love you. | | |
| "me likey jumpy, me likey jumpy."
yes. well.. me likey pull my face off.
especially to The Princess Bride.
i need to find Brigadoon.
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| to-day has been the worst day of my life in the history of my life. | | |
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