There’s something about me that I think most people who know me are aware of. There’s little that I wouldn’t do for someone I care about – Even the most casual of friends. And I come to care for people very easily; even if I’ve only known them for as little as a month. And there are a lot of people who take advantage of that quality in me without even realizing they’ve done it. I tell myself that I can’t blame them; but in reality, I should.

Anyway, I’ve been with my company for over a year now. That just seems crazy to me – it’s the longest I’ve ever held a job. I know I complain a lot about the way things are run there but I love my company and the people I work with (Well, most of them anyway).

I think my time in Orange County is coming to an end. I’m planning to move to San Francisco this year or the next. My parents want to move to Texas, and my older sister might be settling down in San Francisco, so it’s time for me to relocate too. I don’t like the idea of being too far away from family, but I think my parents and I need some time apart. San Francisco seems like a good choice for me. There are some very good opportunities up there for someone with my skill-set. And I have some friends that are up there too. I’m really bad at making new friends, honestly. I’m the kind of person that you have to get to know in order to appreciate my sarcasm and attitude, I think. I’ve got to admit that I can be off-putting to the casual observer.

I got a new 17-inch Macbook Pro, courtesy of my sister and her fiance (mostly her fiance). I’m so grateful that I have people in my family that are always there for me. I’m paying them back overtime, but still, it was very generous of them to help me out. I’ll take pictures soon.

Well, that’s my update for now. Hopefully Anisha will blog sometime soon, but I doubt it =P.

And all his work is coding, so I don’t know how much time that leaves me to do any graphics, so it’s just going to be boring and stressful as hell, because I freaking hate coding.

Granted, I do understand why he quit, and this is probably going to help me get my raise in the long-run. I just don’t need this stress right now. </end rant>

The client is pretty nice, and seems like he just accepts whatever he gets since he’s not a technical person and doesn’t know any better – which is a good thing for me because there’s a lot less going back and forth and having to revise things that don’t need to be revised. I especially like the last part of the email he sent us after reviewing the first comprehensive I designed for his site.

“Please tell Christine, I am very impressed and pleased, especially the very first draft. Good work. I cannot wait to meet that talented young lady”

I’m already going to be losing one day because I’m spending new years eve in Pasadena with my boyfriend at his company’s banquet. I’ll probably spend new year’s day working though, so that sucks. My parents are coming back that day too.

I got a new hair cut! But I don’t like it that much. It looks good in pictures but in person it makes my head look too round because the stylist cut too much up top and on the sides, so i kind of have an Elvira thing going on. Also, she made the color like four shades darker than I wanted it to be. I’m going to ask my boyfriend’s sister to help me lighten it next week. Here are some pictures:

I mean my freakin English professor acts like she’s doing us all a favor by gracing us with her presence during my English 100 final. It’s your fucking class, its your fucking job — learn to deal. If you had to wake up 1 hour earlier, for one day out of the WHOLE, ENTIRE semester — SUCK IT UP. We’re the ones fucking writing! And sure, maybe you were grading our final essays during that time, but woman, you’re doing no one a favor by grading them in that fucking mood. Seriously.

Then we’ve got my brother acting as if his world has been thrown into utter and complete turmoil because of a fucking group project. YOU’RE IN FUCKING 7TH GRADE. HOW FUCKING STRESSFUL CAN LIFE POSSIBLY BE?!?! I mean seriously! Learn some fucking coordination skills, do your homework, drag your ass to school everyday, and you’re covered! I did it. My sister did. EVERY FUCKING PERSON DOES IT. I fail to see why it’s so extraordinarily difficult for you.

Then there’s my father. Oh, my wonderfully, sweet sweet father. HA! I could pour out a flawlessly flowing essay, relating how fucking annoying this man is, on spot — but alas — I have finals to study for.

Then I’ve got stress from males, stress from finals, stress from the outcome of finals, stress from the upcoming SF trip, stress from the stress I’m going to get because I’m going on the SF trip, stress from my brother’s performance in school, stress from thinking about next semester’s schedule and classes, stress from covering for everyone, stress from being punk ass broke, and the stress of having so much fucking stress — it’s fucking endless!

So although my vacation technically starts in approximately 18 hours, I’m still fucking dying.