Storm of the century

Surprise, it’s Sunday! I feel kindof groggy because I accidentally slept 13 hours last night. Yeah, I missed dinner and everything. I woke up around 340am to see that Paul had texted me around 330 asking if I was awake. I called him and he was pretty frustrated because he couldn’t sleep (he’s been trying to adjust his sleep schedule because he starts a class at 8am Monday).

And damnit, I am annoyed because Ian keeps texting and texting and texting me. I won’t go into that right now though.

Yesterday at work was fun-ish. We had another large maintenance project at a school– we pruned, adjusted stakes and mulched 112 trees. It only took us around 4.5 hours though, which was really good. A bad thing: it was raining like crazy. I’m glad I invested in waterproof clothing because by the end of the day I was covered in mud.

So it’s been raining for a few days now, and I can’t believe how much people in California freak out about it. I really can’t believe how people never seem to know how to drive in the rain, making the freeways a real nightmare. [Rain = DRIVE SLOWER.] Where’s my Nobel prize?! But really, a few days of rain and people are literally, honestly referring to it as "THE STORM OF THE CENTURY!". I guess it’s a big deal but can’t help thinking, "Uhh.. guys? It’s rain. It’s just rain."  The power was even out here for around 12 hours.

In the afternoon we just did a lot of office work… I have been doing a lot lately with city permits. It sounds boring, I know, but it is nice to have some sense of responsibility. I basically just send in permit requests and drop permits off at the city arborist’s office. Eh. I like working in an office that is really more like a dorm… we can decorate as much as we want, walk around barefoot, and spend our lunch breaks watching videos on Youtube with obscene language. It’s really just a lot of hanging out and playing outside.

I came back from work and hung out for a little while, drank a beer and fell asleep around 7pm. Dinner was also supposed to be at 7 so I hope the grandparents don’t think I’m irresponsible. A strange sense of guilt comes with me living here for free. Not that they make me feel guilty, I just always feel so damned guilty about everything. ::sigh::

Ian keeps trying to get me to hang out with him but I really don’t want to. I don’t really want to hang out with anyone here, actually. This is probably kindof shitty but I’m not sure how to change it. Maybe I’ll go get lost in the mountains today and that will give me an appreciation for everything. That’s how it works in the movies right? And in songs? But really, it’s not raining so I should probably take advantage of that (in a way that doesn’t cost money–I only have $15 until next Friday).

2 weeks until I go home! I’m sure being broke will have been worth it.