well, not quite, not this moment.
But soon, really soon.
I've been going to one or 2 castings almost everyday in miami for the past 2 weeks. So i went on craigslist and awww....my future miami home was waiting for me. I am going to move in with Carlos. He is smaller than me and gay, it should be wonderful. It's a tiny studio apartment, 2 blocks from the beach, 12 blocks from lincoln rd. I was excited, then started to think about it and get a little scared/nervous/sad (it didn't help that i walked 2 hours to find it and it was a cold, gray day), but am getting back to excited again. so much to do and all these little things dangling over my head. I told my manager at the Jolly Cricket i intended to move to Miami a week ago, this weeks schedule she gave me more hours. it's frustrating because i'm working so hard and stressing about not working, giving up my hours. it's annoying. at the same time i was going to start working at Cafe Lucrat, so I'm supposed to start training on friday but I have to call their manager too and tell them I can't because I'm moving to Miami. I'm buying a netbook (hello internet and writing freedom! no more raping alexander's computer!) and I'm getting a bike for over there. I also got a fucking speeding ticket for about the same amount as the computer i want to buy, so I'm going to attempt to contest that to at least reduce it down.
Today, I'm writing this, looking up where my casting is, getting ready, going to best buy, going to work for 2 hours, driving to miami and hitting the casting, finding out if i have to go back tomorrow and maybe stopping in my place, and coming home again. it's the story of my life here. back and forth. back and forth.
Xander is going to help me make up a resume and train my ass to get a nighttime serving job there so i can at least make some money since this week and next week is going to be a lot of spending and it's stressing me out and paying back my loans for school is still not quite worked out yet.
got to run!
oh, and 2 days ago i had, maybe, the best meal of my life. Peruvian. it was a dream, it deserves a novel on this blog, soon.
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