I moved out of my parents' house

Yesterday I finally moved out of my parents house. They don't know yet, so don't tell them. I don't want them to be sad. I left the first time in 1998. 10 years ago. I started thinking about all the places I lived since. I took a couple minutes and jotted them down. 15. (Unless I missed one. If you lived with me somewhere that isn't on the list let me know.) The following is a summary of the last ten years of my life (not including the two other times I lived back at my parents' house), and in no particular order:

Long Beach, Santa Barbara (2), San Luis Obispo (4), Reno, Sacramento (4), Thousand Oaks (2), and San Jose.

With that kind of mobility one may asks: what constitutes "living" somewhere. I came up with the following parameters: I paid rent, and received at least one piece of mail at the address. My longest tenure was 12 months, and a few places were merely two or three months. I lived with some incredible people along the way, and have many stories I could share about each place. However, I won't do that here, but feel free to ask.

With that kind of history it is pretty obvious why I didn't call my bank and change my address every time I moved somewhere. It would have been a hassle. Despite having 15 other addresses since 1998 the address on my credit cards have always remained the same. Yesterday that changed.

I called the bank and said, "I would like to change my address." I gave her a new address in Sacramento, California. She entered it, and asked which accounts I wanted changed. I replied, "All of them." That was it. The woman on the phone acted like it was no big deal. Just typed it in. She didn't even say anything like, "Wow, after all these years, and all the moves, you're finally moving on from your parents' address?" All she said was, "Is that all you called for today?"

For her it was completely unceramonious.

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My Blog

I don't want to have people visit my blog and be disappointed that there is no new post, so I will now be posting every Sunday. It is like I'm upgrading myself from a blogger, to an unpaid columnist. Tune in Monday morning and read my latest.

My goal is to have my blog make it big time, and by that I mean I am hoping to one day surpass 40 readers (including some people that don't know me, but just like the blog). So please if you enjoy my work pass it on. I mean if you tell a friend, and that person tells a friend, and that person tells a friend, by next week I'll have... at least four people reading my blog. (I'm sure you could see potential growth from there).

Blog Questions:

Any of you know if that subscribe link works?
(I just added it to the bottom of my page again.)

Also, I wanted to know if there was a way to make a post and have it immediately archived. I would like to write some poker blogs, but don't want to subject peole to those posts against their will. So I would like to label them and archive them. (The only way I know how to do this now is to create a second blog, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that.)

I think I had a couple other blog questions, but can't think of them at this time.

Upcoming posts in 2008 will include: my lists of things I like and don't like, and the continuation of my ER visit. Stay tuned.

Be sure to comment and let me know what you think of the Sunday blogging idea.

Thursday Night

When I was apartment hunting I viewed one place that was cluttered with the previous tenant's stuff. Jessica Miller. One day she just left. No notice, no rent, no good-bye, and no moving out. The place was a complete mess. Despite the condition of the apartment I liked the unit and the location and now currently live there. (I was going to leave her anonymous, but her name is Jessica Miller. Chances are you know at least one or two anyway. Maybe she ran off with Ryan Johnson. Look her up on google for me and let me know what she looks like.)

I told you that story so I could tell you this one:

Thursday night I was lying in bed half awake because of my insomnia, and I heard a loud, pounding knock on my door. I glanced at the clock. 3:15am. I thought surely I must be hearing things, so I took no immediate action. Then I heard the knock again. I made my way out of bed, fumbled around to find my glasses and opened the front door. The guy asks, "Is Jess here?"I searched for some words and finally mumbled, "She took off." As I'm responding he points to my neighbor's and continues, "I must have the wrong apartment. Is it the next one?" Great idea. Why don't you just knock on everybody's door until you find her? I tried to clarify, but it was 3:00 in the morning.

"You have the right apartment; she took off."

"She's not home right now?"

"What's her last name?"

"Miller. Jess Miller."

"She hasn't lived her in several months. When was the last time you saw her?"

"I dunno, about six months ago. I'm really really sorry."

Seriously? Who does that? What if I was her boyfriend, and she waited in bed while I answerd the door? I would just respond, "Oh yeah. She's in bed; let me get her for you." Six months. You haven't talked to the girl in six months, so you choose 3:00am to drop by and say hi.

She went by "Jess." Good to know.

Blog Pics

I have all new failed photos at the bottom of the page.

Directions

I was walking home last night and a girl asked me, "Do you know where there are any Bank of America's besides the Wells Fargo on the corner?"

My Shower

Have you ever had a sink or shower that made that horrific high pitch noise at a certain water pressure? Is there some evil force out there that sets the high pitch noise to the exact pressure of... desired? My shower is one of the worst. It even has a few different noises it uses as you adjust through all the normal shower pressure amounts. It leaves me with only two choices (because tolerating that noise is not an option).
Each morning I get to choose between option A: slightly more than dripping or option B: water pressure so hard it only hurts a little. I haven't even came up with a consistent selection. I rotate depending on my mood. This morning I even started with the drip mode and later switched to attack of the water pressure.
Also, my bathroom tile is still pink.