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HELLOO!! I'm back! It's been a while, huh? I'm back in Portland.
I really want to do a long, meaningful entry, but I really do not have the time to at the moment-- I'm using crapass NetZero for an internet connection until I can get the AT&T Broadband guy out here June 10th, and I only get 10 hours free a month, so I can't waste time. And then there's the fact that it's almost 4 am. I've been up reading E.M. Forster since, like, 11 pm, and I suddenly got the urge to touch bases.
Well, I managed to weasel my way out of church last Sunday using the "Too Tired From Finals and Traveling" clause, but I know not what I shall do next Sunday. There's that inevitable Talk that's looming in the very near future, the one where I greatly... WHOA! DEJA VU'!! I remember dreaming this very moment, typing about Grandma and church! Anyways.
The talk where I Greatly Disappoint Grandma with my lack of Faith. I know I can't use these stupid childish excuses anymore, and I know she knows already, but of course it's nothing new for me to tell you that I hate the confrontations. So I'll tell her soon that my definition of spiritually is not hers, and certainly not her church's, and it'll work out eventually. Darn, poor Grama, another of her chilluns' turned secular on her.
In other news, I am seriously dieing of withdrawal from my dear Christian and Vince Internet Radio Programme. I miss those guys. Curse you, NetZero. Curse you.
What else? Wah wah wah I need a job. Wah wah wah I need to call friends. Blah blah blah. Did you know Oregon has the highest unemployment in the nation right now? That is certainly encouraging news for relatively-inexperienced- and currently-between-jobs-Aimee, yes? I wish I could go back to my summer days of working on the Portland Impact yard crew. Now that was a job.
I don't know why I always get so nostalgic on here. In real life, I'm not not nearly looking back as much. Honest.
Aright, I think that'll do for now.
I really want to do a long, meaningful entry, but I really do not have the time to at the moment-- I'm using crapass NetZero for an internet connection until I can get the AT&T Broadband guy out here June 10th, and I only get 10 hours free a month, so I can't waste time. And then there's the fact that it's almost 4 am. I've been up reading E.M. Forster since, like, 11 pm, and I suddenly got the urge to touch bases.
Well, I managed to weasel my way out of church last Sunday using the "Too Tired From Finals and Traveling" clause, but I know not what I shall do next Sunday. There's that inevitable Talk that's looming in the very near future, the one where I greatly... WHOA! DEJA VU'!! I remember dreaming this very moment, typing about Grandma and church! Anyways.
The talk where I Greatly Disappoint Grandma with my lack of Faith. I know I can't use these stupid childish excuses anymore, and I know she knows already, but of course it's nothing new for me to tell you that I hate the confrontations. So I'll tell her soon that my definition of spiritually is not hers, and certainly not her church's, and it'll work out eventually. Darn, poor Grama, another of her chilluns' turned secular on her.
In other news, I am seriously dieing of withdrawal from my dear Christian and Vince Internet Radio Programme. I miss those guys. Curse you, NetZero. Curse you.
What else? Wah wah wah I need a job. Wah wah wah I need to call friends. Blah blah blah. Did you know Oregon has the highest unemployment in the nation right now? That is certainly encouraging news for relatively-inexperienced- and currently-between-jobs-Aimee, yes? I wish I could go back to my summer days of working on the Portland Impact yard crew. Now that was a job.
I don't know why I always get so nostalgic on here. In real life, I'm not not nearly looking back as much. Honest.
Aright, I think that'll do for now.
