I give up.
Feb. 21st, 2006 07:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emskIt's funny, actually, but I'd contemplated moving off Diary-X for a fair while now. To my own domain, actually, but it appears LJ will have to suffice in the meantime.
(I'm waiting on a credit card for domain purchase. I know what I want, and where I want to host it, I just don't have a way to do anything about it right now.)
My life keeps getting increasingly busy. I spent the weekend with Nay. We shopped, and gossiped, and talked. She's put on twenty kilos in the last year, which is frankly incredible. Two more to go, and she's considered 'normal' again.
I still can't wrap my head around that. It's taken four years to get her this far. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop...
I've passed on my third job to a former classmate. I'm quietly pleased about this. I don't need the extra hassle these days, I'm not skint so that I need the cash. I don't want the responsibility. And, a strange revelation: this job is actually below my abilities. It's not that I mind that, per se. But I don't need it, so why keep it?
It'll benefit someone else. And NewGuy is a nice guy, I've had classes with him before.
And I'm tired. Exhausted, in fact. My fulltime job, the weekend away with Nay, the programming contract, random late nights and early mornings so I can talk with Tobermorey. One less responsibility is a good thing. I'm slowly but surely learning to take care of me.
And that is why I finally stood up for myself to Mum today. She'd rummaged through my room, hunting for the key that would unlock one of my windows. (The catch broke, so it's a replacement that doesn't match the other keys.)
In a little less than two weeks, I go through my official graduation ceremony. That night, I go to Auckland to flathunt.
I'm finally losing the apprehension, and getting excited.
(I'm waiting on a credit card for domain purchase. I know what I want, and where I want to host it, I just don't have a way to do anything about it right now.)
My life keeps getting increasingly busy. I spent the weekend with Nay. We shopped, and gossiped, and talked. She's put on twenty kilos in the last year, which is frankly incredible. Two more to go, and she's considered 'normal' again.
I still can't wrap my head around that. It's taken four years to get her this far. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop...
I've passed on my third job to a former classmate. I'm quietly pleased about this. I don't need the extra hassle these days, I'm not skint so that I need the cash. I don't want the responsibility. And, a strange revelation: this job is actually below my abilities. It's not that I mind that, per se. But I don't need it, so why keep it?
It'll benefit someone else. And NewGuy is a nice guy, I've had classes with him before.
And I'm tired. Exhausted, in fact. My fulltime job, the weekend away with Nay, the programming contract, random late nights and early mornings so I can talk with Tobermorey. One less responsibility is a good thing. I'm slowly but surely learning to take care of me.
And that is why I finally stood up for myself to Mum today. She'd rummaged through my room, hunting for the key that would unlock one of my windows. (The catch broke, so it's a replacement that doesn't match the other keys.)
Mum, it was totally out of line to search through my room. I appreciate that you wanted the key, but a simple phonecall would have sufficed. I know this is your house, and as such I only have a limited say, but that is still my private property, purchased with *my* money, and I would appreciate it if you don't do it again. The key is in my filing cabinet, which is locked, and which will remain locked, as clearly I don't have any other means to ensure privacy in my own home.See? I can be polite. Calm, cool and collected. And Mum apologised.
In a little less than two weeks, I go through my official graduation ceremony. That night, I go to Auckland to flathunt.
I'm finally losing the apprehension, and getting excited.
