My Random Blogging Therapy
8 days of work left!!! 2 work weeks!!! 1 more Saturday working at the temple - that I'm not so happy about. BUUUT other than that, I looove this!!! My mother keeps getting on my nerves. She keeps calling me and ticking me off. The latest is she had a dream and she saw her visiting teachers helping her with something because I wasn't living with her and I was working somewhere else. I told her I'm going to work in Real Estate and I am completely excited about that. I just don't know how living with my mother again is going to work out.
She called me twice this morning. Curtis was sporting his freshly cut fauxhawk today. I love that he isn't afraid or uncomfortable to do that to his hair. He told me he never messaged me back... DUUUH!!! - it is difficult to be irritated with him for long because he is so sweet. I didn't like seeing him putting away the chairs by himself. I hoped the guys helped him. If there are guys there I'm not going to do that. It's my cultural upbringing GUYS move furniture, I DON'T. Well I am going to move my own furniture BUUUT if my brother, cousins or nephews were around I wouldn't lift a finger.
I think I just may end up making 2 trips. It would cost George $200 round trip and its really not worth it just for me to have him help me with that. I've been thinking I should give my old home teacher my stuff. Jeff is cool and I've never seen his house before. While Mark could probably use my stuff I don't feel good leaving my things to him because his house is a pigsty. I'm going to keep my pretty shower curtains and rings.
Curtis has an empty house BECAUSE he is renovating. That does make sense and I'm sure his house would be furnished if he wasn't. He said they are harvesting grain now which means he probably can't drive me to Salt Lake. I don't feel good getting my brother to do it when I think about how it will cost him $100 each way. I'm just going to leave my desk here if Curtis can't take me. I don't think it'll happen although it would be nice if it did.
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