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| It seems that I have disappeared of the face of the Xanga world... so it's definitely time for an update.
First off, I GRADUATED. Yay. I work at Providence Service Corporation in the Prevention department, and I help run a tutoring program called A to Z Tutoring. I do admin stuff, and I also tutor 2nd graders in the afternoons. It's a love/hate thing with them. I guess more love than hate, although they can get on my nerves.
2nd graders are great though, because they're so innocent.
"Miss Melanie, you're 23? That means you're a mommy, right?"
"No, I'm not a mommy."
"Well you should be."
"Why should I be a mommy?"
"Because my mommy was 17 when I was born, so that means you should have had a baby by now."
(another student) "Yea, or two or three!"
Anyway... still coaching guard at Cholla, and we had our first ever winter guard this year. The girls competed at one show (before ineligibility rules kicked in) and managed to grab 1st place. Go team. It's interesting how different it is teaching 2nd graders and teaching high school kids. It's a completely different game, but somehow each experience influences the other. Who would have thought that teaching rifle tosses and teaching multiplication had anything in common? Strange.
I'll be moving away from campus in a month - finally - and even though I hate hate hate moving, I'm glad to be getting away to a better part of town. It will be my own place, and my first time living without roomies, or anybody! Well, unless you count my turtlie, Michiko.
Love life is a bit complicated... actually it's really complicated. I've been dating this guy Thane, who is the drumline instructor at Cholla. He also happens to be starting his very own record label/recording studio/etc, on top of a crappy job at Rent-A-Center that takes up 60+ hours of his week. Which means he has no time for himself, for sleep, for anything, much less for a healthy relationship.
The past few months have been getting worse, and eventually his heart wasn't in it anymore. He has so much stress in his life that there's no more room for anything else. So it's not that we stopped getting along, or that our personalities were conflicted, it was just the situation, which made us decide (on my bday of all days) to take a step backward and carry the "just dating" status instead of being in a relationship.
Well, after a few weeks of that, I decided that I was just as miserable with that status than with the previous one, so I decided on another change of status: broken up. I was more sad than anything that Thane wasn't willing to change his crazy schedule to make time for me. But his problems go far deeper than that. I can't even imagine the amount of stress he's dealing with. But yea, so we broke up, but we're not very good at being broken up either... we still call each other throughout the day with little updates about the doctor's visit, or the trip to the DMV, or how lunch went, anything.
I can honestly say that I'm happier than I have been in the months leading up to the break-up, but I'm still not happy. I just feel like I'm at that age where I should be settling down, and I also feel like I found the right guy. If only he could deal with his stress (or maybe even eliminate some of it... yea, wishful thinking), then I could stand to be in a relationship with him. But as the situation stands, we remain here in this awkward status somewhere between not dating and not being apart either. I don't know what we are. I just know that he's still in my life, and he probably will be for a while, even if just unofficially.
I was sad tonight, because it's Friday night and I'm home, alone. I was wishing that Thane were here, or that we were out doing something fun. But then I realized that even if we were still dating, I would have spent my night the same way, regardless. We never hang out on Fridays because he works on Saturdays.
I don't know, I just feel lonely. And I don't see it getting any better.
All the other parts of my life are great, and I really wish this one thing wouldn't bring me down as much as it does. Sometimes I wish I had never met Thane, and I wouldn't feel like there's this huge gaping hole inside of me. But I know my life is better because of him, although I think the bad pretty much cancels out the good in this case.
The hardest part for me is that I believed him, months ago, when he said we can get a place together once my lease is up, that we should plan for long-term, that everything will be great... we went car shopping together; he added my name to his life insurance; he bought me furniture for my house with plans to use it in "our" place. I wish someone had told me not to believe the first guy who offers me a future... although if someone had, I still probably wouldn't have listened. It's these life experiences that make us stronger.
I know he's in my life for a reason, I just wish I could see what that reason is.
In other news, I love love love health insurance. I'm on so many medications,
I feel like there's more drugs pumping through my blood than blood
itself. Last month was my first month walking out of a pharmacy with a
bag of meds that I didn't have to hide in the pockets of my purse -
before insurance kicked in, I went down to Nogales once a month and
bought my drugs across the border... it's $80 there, as opposed to $250
here. Granted, I still pay $70 a month in copays now that I have
insurance, but now I have the convenience of going down the street to
Walgreens, instead of driving for an hour to leave the country. And I
won't even get started on the crap with my flexible spending account...
bah.
So that's my life, in a quick summary. Mostly good stuff, a little heartache, but nothing that won't sort itself out in time.
I remember when I was younger, people used to tell me, "You smile so much! I don't know anybody who is as happy as you are." I miss that Mel, I wonder when all that changed. Things didn't really get to me before, I used to brush it aside and move on. Now, even when I smile, I feel like I'm not truly smiling. I wonder if that's something that naturally happens with age.
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| Dear You,
Chris and I just signed a lease at the Green House (7th and Campbell) - we need another roomie!
3 bedrooms
2 bath
front porch
back yard
basement (cool, huh?)
parking
Summer rent (July and August) is $285 per room, and the rest of the year is $317. We move in July 1!
Great place, ridiculously close to campus. Chris and I smell good too.
So if you're lonely and need a roomie, or if you know somebody who also smells good and needs a roomie, let me know!!
HAPPY SUMMER!
Love
Melanie
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| Took my car in to the shop today. In about 3 days the parts will be ordered so I can get my rental car.
Rajan and Jason are moving this weekend - starting THURSDAY! I'm excited. 
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| During a spontaneous and heroic rescue mission in downtown Tucson yesterday, Marlene F. Jose demonstrated remarkable courage and selflessness when she successfully convinced a local homeless man, who also happens to be a bicycle thief, to relinquish possession of a stolen green bicycle that belongs to one Melanie Sukibasuki. The bicycle was stolen from a rack two days prior on Congress Street.
Jose, of Sells Arizona, is a Tobacco Specialist at the Tucson Indian Center, where Sukibasuki is completing an internship. Both Jose and Sukibasuki, along with three members of the Youth Coalition, were loading a van and about to depart to perform an anti-tobacco themed puppet show at a local elementary school at 4:30pm yesterday. Sukibasuki spotted a shady-looking greasy-haired man on her recently stolen bicycle across the street from the parking lot, and told Jose that the shady man had her bicycle.
Jose, after instructing the three Youth Coalition members to remain in the van, dodged rush-hour traffic and sprinted across the street towards the man, closely followed by an anxious Sukibasuki. Jose approached the man and firmly grasped the handlebars, refusing the let go, all the while yelling at the man that he stole the bicycle and threatening to call authorities.
After some convincing, the shady man finally surrendered possession of the vehicle and began taking his belongings out of the basket on the bike, including a guitar and a change of clothes, but left the two loaves of bread and a dented can of peaches for Sukibasuki to keep as a souvenir of the occasion.
The theft of Sukibasuki's bicycle was the third event in a chain of bad luck, the first two of which being a permanently crashed computer and a smashed in car window.
As the Rule of Three states, unfortunate events tend to occur in groups of three. But because the stolen bicycle was repossessed by Sukibasuki, this cancelled out the third of the unfortunate events, leaving Sukibasuki vulnerable to another attack of misfortune.
Today, barely over twenty four hours after the return of her bicycle, Sukibasuki experienced a bout of misfortune in the form of an inattentive driver plowing her vehicle into the back bumper of Sukibasuki's Volkswagen Jetta, which had just had the front passenger's window replaced the day before. The bumper of the Jetta was damaged, as well as the back of Sukibasuki's head.
Sukibasuki is currently suffering from a headache, which has been significantly dulled by the presence of three wonderful ibuprofen pills in her system. Sukibasuki wishes only that others are having a better week than she is. | | |
| 1. Car window was smashed and shattered.
2. Bicycle was stolen while I was at work.
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