Zulu nation…

So since Tobias complaied about the overflow of poetry (;P my ladykiller), it’s time for an update entry I suppose.

I officially hate my god damn job. It’s tedious, stressful, and I’m STILL getting paid less then everyone else (which will hopefully change on Friday). But I’ve been saying that for three months so… we’ll see I guess.

I haven’t started my on the job training as an electrician’s apprentice yet. I am anxious to start soon though. Anxious and nervous. School started last week. On Tuesday we all met at the Union Hall (Local 7) in Springfield (about 45 minutes away). We basically just got our books. I think I received enough books to open a small library. First year apprenticies didn’t have to pay for any of their books Which was really cool. Years 2-5 only have to pay for half of the cost of their books (about $200 – $250). The only book we had to purchase for ourselves was the NEC 2008 codebook for $60, which is a steal… the book normally costs… hmm… apparently only $75 on this site I just saw. I would have sworn that it was more like $180. Anyways, I already have it. D got it for me from his job fpr $60… Niether of us have actually coughed up $60 for it but we’ll address that when the time comes. The second class on Thursday night was in Northampton (which we all pronounce North Hampton and I didn’t realize until last Thursday that it was actually just one work :). Again, a 45 minute drive in the daylight… and I can already tell, a VERY sucky drive in the winter. Very few street lights (only in actual towns… and calling Cummington, Goshen, and Williamsburg ‘towns’ is being quite generous) and the road itself is a little on the curvey side. Thank god it isn’t traffic-y and it is on a ‘highway’ or it is a major route or whatever, so hopefully it is plowed accordingly. The worst part is that out of the
entire 45 minute drive, I probably only get cell phone sevice 10 minutes. So If I get stuck somewhere in like Goshen, I’m fucked. No houses, not many people driving by… When I was driving to school last Thursday I was thinking about a "breakdown kit" for the back of the car. Like roadflares, water, a blanket, etc. I guess it doesn’t hurt to be prepared.

Onto D, I suppose. Ups and downs… more so downs recently. I dunno. I’m trying, he just doesn’t try back. I think I’ve been asking for flowers for 4 months now… and I guess that’s too much to ask. He’s also grouchy all the time and we never do anything. Still. I asked if we could watch a movie last night and I eventually got him to agree (which shouldn’t have been so hard seeing as how it was a movie HE wanted to see.) 15 minutes into the movie he was passed out on the couch. We usually both don’t shower on Sundays… we just hang around the house and stuff. So yesterday I’m sitting on the couch doing my homework (after being upstairs for 6 HOURS because he was playing COD4 and I just can’t take it anymore) and he is saying that chicken wings sounded good (which we usually make every Sunday). I said, I’m not going to the store. So he got up and took a shower. When He came back down and was putting his shoes on I say, "Do you have any beer left?" and he looks at me wryly and says, "No, that’s another thing [to get at the store]" and I sigh and get pissed off. He goes, "What?" and I say bluntly, "You wouldn’t have gotten up and take a shower if you weren’t out of beer. You just know that you have to go and get it because I won’t. You wouldn’t have even gotten off the couch." "Oh really? You just have it all figured out, hm?" "YES! I do actually. Know why? Cause the same thing happens every single weekend." With that he left and went to the store. He called while he was standing in line and asked what the Bears score was, which i couldn’t find on any channel. Then he let me go and I sent him a text that said, "Buy me flowers". After I waited 10 minutes and didn’t get a response, I called back and told him the score and asked if he got my text. He said no and I told him what it said. He said he didn’t have any money left. "Oh… did you get beer yet?" "No." "Well that sucks that you don’t have any money left then." "Well… I have money for that." Of course he does… *click*

What else do I have to talk about… um… my box? Sure, why not. A) the Mirena IUD is FANTASTIC and I highly recommend it as a birth control method if one is able to do it. I’ve only had it for about two months and already my periods are nearly gone! WOO HOO! Oh, something else fucked up that I feel the need to mention is my last box doctor appointment I had. It was six weeks after I got my IUD and they check the strings at that time I guess. To see if they need to be cut or whatever. So I go to my appointment (which I always wait too long to be seen for. I had to watch like 6 other people that got there after me get called before me. I hate that). My doctor I have now I have seen for like 7 years.  She’s the one who worked at the ‘clinic’ I used to go to when I didn’t have insurance and my parents
would have freaked if they knew and stuff. So… basically she knows my box well and I was really excited to see her when I got my insurance and switched to a new OB-GYN. ANYWAYS, at the end of the appointment she tells me that the next appointment I should make should be at the end of January for my annual. I asked if I should make it now and she told me that it didn’t matter. So I stopped at the receptionist counter and say that I need to make an appointment for my annual for the end of January. The woman asks for my doctor’s name and I tell her and she makes a funny face. I ask her what’s wrong and she says, "[Your doctor] won’t be here then. Next week (this week) is her last week." "Oh… is she going somewhere else?" "I don’t know…" So I said okay and that I would wait. My point of this story is that I think it’s fucked up that she didn’t mention that she was leaving. I’m going to call the
doctor today or tomorrow to ask if she is going somewhere else. I would like to keep the same familiar doctor if at all possible…

What next… oh, last but definitely not least… you. You wonderfully charming, beautiful girl. You amaze and confuse me all at the same time. I think about you constantly and it is mostly just driving me crazy… in a good way, of course. A tease, but a good one at that. I love loosing myself in your words… and I imagine how things would be if everything we said was actually a beautiful reality. At first you were this wonderfully comforting friend… and now you’re so much more. I yearn for you… For the way you taste. Those questions that I wanted to ask you… I suppose I’ll wait until my next letter. I want it to be personal.

I’m falling for someone that I don’t even know… a woman that I don’t even know. But oh how I long to
know you on every level imaginable.

every level imaginable.