Tuesday, August 25, 2009
New job, new apartment.
I moved to my new apartment. I've had butterflies in stomach and I couldn't help but be a little worried. I have a job now starting today. Delivering pizza isn't a bad deal. At least I hope it won't be. My roommate told me he knew a few people last year who got robbed. I guess I better start going to a few of his self defense classes.
The nightmare scenario I kept running in my head was one where I have to move back to Elgin and, drive back and forth to DeKalb. Having a job does offer a certain piece of mind and security. I once told my self I'm a 'jobist'. I consider myself someone who has to have a job to have self worth. This is common amongst men apparently.
I won't that let this happen now. I'm interning at the local NPR station. I'd rather work there for free for the rest of my life. I'll get a stupid pizza job or do data entry. At least I'm working somewhere I want to be. This won't be the only point in my life where I'm working in the news. I'm going to make sure of that.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Back from San Diego
It's been half a week now since I came back from San Diego. It's such a great place to visit. Not just because of the Comic-Con there. It has a lot of places there and near by to see. It has the beach there Cornado and Old Beach. The Marine Corps Recruit Depot with the museum there, with veterans who talk about the displays. It's not to far form Los Angelos and Hollywood. If your feeling really adventurous you can always make a quick trip to Tiawana.
My father used to in Encinitas a little ways North of there. It's all pretty close and we only saw so much of the area. We didn't have a map so we just went up Highway 5 to Sonola Beach. I met some Navy Seals there who did there own little junior training course. There is a lot military in the area. My Dad didn't really deal with all that. He was just a worker there in California. He freaked out the first time he saw hippies and surfers together. He spent his life being poor and trying to look decent. He saw these guys who looked fine and he they wore crappy clothes in dirt.
I did see a few homeless people like that when we were out there. They don't count though you can find anywhere. There is something to be said about California homeless people, they seem to be a special breed.
That seems to be what California does best, special breeds of people that can only live there. I guess my Dad wanted to be one of special few who can live there. He always gets nostalgic when you bring up Encinitas to him. His wish to go back may come true yet. After visiting there myself I might just live there for good myself.
My father used to in Encinitas a little ways North of there. It's all pretty close and we only saw so much of the area. We didn't have a map so we just went up Highway 5 to Sonola Beach. I met some Navy Seals there who did there own little junior training course. There is a lot military in the area. My Dad didn't really deal with all that. He was just a worker there in California. He freaked out the first time he saw hippies and surfers together. He spent his life being poor and trying to look decent. He saw these guys who looked fine and he they wore crappy clothes in dirt.
I did see a few homeless people like that when we were out there. They don't count though you can find anywhere. There is something to be said about California homeless people, they seem to be a special breed.
That seems to be what California does best, special breeds of people that can only live there. I guess my Dad wanted to be one of special few who can live there. He always gets nostalgic when you bring up Encinitas to him. His wish to go back may come true yet. After visiting there myself I might just live there for good myself.
