Almost Interesting

Tomorrow is May 1st, The Day Without An Immigrant. I will be participating in the boycott, march and rally in San Francisco. I heard on the news that there will be an open microphone and I want to speak! I have written a short speech for tomorrow and I’m posting it here:

Brave people, you have come to this great nation seeking opportunity. You have come seeking freedom. You have come seeking prosperity.

Brave people, you have traveled here seeking that which I and many others have taken for granted… and for your efforts, this great nation’s government slaps you in the face!

Does not the Statue of Liberty, the very symbol of this country, beckon to all:

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.” ???

Shall we allow our politicians to amend this time-honored passage simply to suit their prejudiced constituency?! NO! NO, we must prevent those in power to deny “the natural right which all men have of relinquishing the country in which birth or other accident may have thrown them.” We must recognize that the right of human migration is universal and that it is not the government’s right, nor anybody’s, to turn away earnest people who simply want a piece of Our American Dream.

Let us refuse! Let us shout! Let us rise together and be heard! Let us keep our nation great by honoring the promise that Lady Liberty made to all the people of Earth! Let us welcome all brave people into our humble home.

I usually stop writing when things really start happening to me. Now is no exception. Who has the time to write when they’re so absorbed with their changing lives? Of course, it would make for better documentation later on if I wrote about it on the way, but my blog is the last thing on my mind in times such as these.

Pam and Jenny came to visit me from March 1 through March 8. Pam brought a ton of my boxes of childhood things: things I can’t bear to throw out but can’t stand to have taking up my space. *grumbles* To make a long story short, Jenny played video games or listened to her headphones all the time whilst Pam talked about her three favorite things: How dumb Jim is, how great she (herself) is and the whole Matthew & Jenny drama. No wonder Jenny kept herself distracted. There was one altercation on (I believe it was) the 3rd when Pam wouldn’t stop talking about the Matt & Jenny drama, so I forced her to read my blog post Victims & Villans, after which she made a feeble attempt to make me think she was going to leave first thing the next morning by asking Jenny to immediately inform her of her awakening the next morning. I confronted Pam and it turned into this big, stupid, ugly thing until 1:00AM with Jenny crying because Pam told her that I didn’t “believe her.” All Jenny said in regard to it all was, “It’s true.”

Later in March, I came home to a card on the door instructing “Sara” to “call me.” The front of the card was “Daybreak Investigations.” Yeah, they found me and it was time to give up the car. That car made me feel guilty every day and I wanted to give it back, but didn’t really know how. Now, there’s been no contact at all with me and I’m (foolishly) hoping that it stays that way. I started riding my bike for the nine mile trip to and from work. The extra excersize made my appetite go crazy and I started eating again. The bike ride made my butt hurt unbearably and I was all nasty and sweaty when I got to work, so I started riding the bike only to Safeway and rode the bus to work. Yay for the two-hour commute.

I stopped riding that bike to work last Friday, however. I quit my job. You see, Roman and I had been planning on living in San Francisco someday, but we didn’t think the opportunity would present itself so readily. Roman started applying for a job at some San Francisco hotels and got a job at one near 7th and Market St. We got a studio apartment in “The Tenderloin” for $750/month which includes all heat, water and garbage. Without paying for the electricity and gas for the washer/dryer, water heater and heat, I don’t think that our electricity bill will be near as cumbersome as it was in Rohnert Park. Our apartment is small but it’s very comfortable. Both Roman and I agree that we never slept this well in Rohnert Park, despite the constant car sounds and yelling by people loitering in the streets. The only thing that bothers me about our new home is that I feel that the floor isn’t exactly level and when I sit at my computer, it can feel it keenly.

So what am I doing? Well, Roman and I have decided to start our plan. That is, I will go to college first as Roman works. When I finish and get a job, we switch off and he goes to school. When we’re both finished, we buy a house and have kids. I figure we’ll be ready for kids by our mid thirties. All the better – who wants to be young and poor with kids? Roman works now and I will start school in June.

Now to figure out how to burn a whole month.