58 days later
It’s been raining all day. It seems like only rains in San Diego between Christmas and Easter; I’d forgotten what the sound of rain sounded like against a tin roof (or in this case the metal exhaust of our gas heater). Falling asleep to the sound of rain always reminds me of summers at my grandmother’s house in Puerto Rico. I can’t wait to relive those memories this year.
I haven’t updated the blog in a while. Working for a tax preparation company means that 8 months out of the year I get to work 30-hour weeks but come January 2nd that climbs up to 50-hour weeks. Sometime I come home and don’t even want to watch TV but but when you’re saving money for a trip to the Caribbean you do whatever you can to avoid blowing money at the bar.
Let’s see… my birthday came and went with little fanfare. It was the first year since I turned 21 that I didn’t go out and get totally wasted, though Sara dragged me out to South Beach for Sunday morning mimosas. Christmas was also uneventful and as usual lacking in presents (though I did splurge and get Rachel a green iPod nano). I almost didn’t stay up for the ball drop on New Year’s Eve and just bought my first crackberry to keep up with all the work I’ve been doing. I am officially on track to becoming one of the most boring people on Earth. It’s a far cry from the days when I partied hard and slept more than I worked.
Heath Ledger died yesterday. The Net seems to be in chaos over it. Me, it makes me think about the fact that I’m two years younger than he was and I haven’t got nearly as much to show for those years as he did. Or maybe I do and I’m just too hard on myself. Regardless, for some reason it made me realize that too many people waste parts of their lives doing stupid things or worrying about what other people think. So I went ahead and deleted my MySpace account. I admit I still have a Facebook account (for now) but I’ve decided that the people I want to keep in contact with either have my phone number, my email address or know how to use Google to find my website.
Here’s to two-double-aught-eight being at least as good as last year. Cheers.