I miss people. Not text messages from people. People.
Why can’t I get a handshake or a hug anymore? Why is it that even when I “keep up with friends,” I can’t remember what their voices sound like? Why is it that every social problem and its resolution must be worked out for the whole world to read and digest, debate and decide before I’m even aware that there is a problem? Whatever happened to having a conversation? Why is it that I, a self-proclaimed “bad at the phone person,” have been racking up my cell phone minutes lately just to feel better?
I miss people.
If you miss me too—you know, the real me, with a face and arms and legs and voice of my own—use these tools of communication only to get in touch with me. Then we can set up a time to see one another. To talk, not type. Because lately, I’m feeling like I’ve outgrown this online world.
I believe in finding joy in the little things in life. Therefore, I would like to announce that I just made the best tuna sandwich that I have ever had in my entire life and it totally made my night.
Just for the hell of it, I bring you my second annual Holiday Photo Extravaganza! Please try to contain your excitement.
Exhibit A: Fancy-schmancy Christmas ornament. Gaze in wonder. Oooooo. Aaaaah.
Exhibit B: The Official Christmas Tree of the 2007 Holiday Season. Now with fake gift!
Exhibit C: Jerry, the Unofficial Christmas Ficus. Now with lights that didn't look quite so ugly when I saw them on display in Target!
And finally, a very special birthday shout out goes to my main man, Tank, who came to me one year ago tomorrow. Happy birthday, little guy, keep on being fuzzy!
In other news, I'm acclimating to having the apartment to myself just fine. It's even starting to look pretty homey again, I just need a few more things here and there to fill in the gaps, and hopefully those things can be taken care of through Christmas. So anyway, you should come by and visit sometime!
Happy holidays to all of you! Don't drink too much eggnog!
So in regards to the last plan, several of said agenda items have been taken care of because Jeremy has found a place of his own just upstairs from here. Hence, I don't have much reason to leave this apartment and search for a new one. That being said, I still am stuck for the next 6 months paying a buttload of rent. So apologies if I don't go out with peoples as much in the near future... unless you want to pay for me... hint, hint, nudge, nudge...
The furniture situation is slowly getting worked out too, as my parents offered to buy me a couch for Christmas, which is beyond awesome. That was the big thing, that and a TV, but I can live for a little while without a TV. Once those two things are taken care of, it's like little things here and there that need to get replaced. Yay for Christmas coming up, eh? Hopefully after the holidays pass, the biggest thing I will have to worry about is this stupid friggin' phone.... eff you, Nextel.
Jeremy and I have actually been managing living together since the break pretty well, to tell the truth. I think we both recognized that A) no matter what, we were stuck together for at least a little while longer, so there was no good reason to make it awkward, and B) neither of us really have reason to hate one another, hence there was never really fuel for the fire. None the less, there have been evenings when I get home and just feel so lonely and unwanted, whether or not Jeremy is home. So, friends, do me a favor for the present time, if I call you or message you or whatnot, just take the time to say hello for a little while. Make me feel better about myself, okay? That would be stellar.
1) Somehow find a 1 bedroom apartment under $800 a month that is not completely sketchtastic. 2) Get new cell phone plan. 3) Move to mythical new apartment. 4) Find some money to buy furnishings for new apartment since a bed, dining room table, and chinchilla cage do not cut it. 5) Find some money to buy Christmas gifts. 6) Somehow keep doing all the other crap I'm supposed to be doing with my adult life.
In my never-ending search for awesome things, I came across this photographer. The guy seems to be at home at taking pictures of stuff breaking and getting blowed up, as in the example I included at the bottom of this entry.
Question: How much would I love to have my career be blowing stuff up and then taking pictures of it to sell for money? Answer: Lots.
Usually I don't care much about gossip surrounding pop stars, however I do get a kick out of those times that they prove how idiotic they truly are. I just hope that all the 10 year-old girls who idolize them can pick up on the idiocy. To see what I mean, check out Avril Lavigne's "10 Commandments" in the link below.
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And remember to tell your assistant to take your old clothes to hurricane victims.
I need some help on this decision, so lend me your opinions here, my lovelies:
I've always loved doing theater and music and performing in general and it's always been a goal of mine to eventually get involved in doing student plays/theater as part of my teaching career. Eventually. Right now I'm two weeks into my second year and both the principal and the woman who usually directs the student shows have asked me to come on board and either do an assistant director or musical director thing. I told them I was flattered, but seeing as it was only my second year and I'm doing a whole new curriculum on top of that, it might get to be overwhelming. They said fine and we left it at that.
Then today they asked me again... only this time they said they could get me a stipend for my work and I could set how much time I wanted to spend per week before we even began.
I have to say it's wicked tempting. This IS an eventual goal of mine, but I don't know if I'm ready for it now. On the other hand, I love getting money, especially for doing things I actually like. And lord knows it probably looks good on a resume for later jobs and all. I just need to know that I will still be able to put my classroom and sanity first.
I feel like my life is spiraling out of control lately. Like I am unable to reach out and take hold of it and set it straight even though it's right there in front of me. The things I have come to know and accept as "my life" no longer seem permanent... but how do I separate myself from my life?
I seem to be noticing that this has been a royally shitty summer for a lot of people. Am I right? What the hell happened to us?
It was nice to actually go out and spend time with people this weekend. I feel lately like I've become kind of a reclusive weirdo in that I only ever see Jeremy or have brief outings with just the same couple of people once a week (no disrespect to my regulars, of course). But the school year is almost over (for serious you guys, I don't know how that happened) which means I will be back to working on the boat and not with the kiddies. Therefore, I should be more available for stuff-doings... theoretically at least(it seems like I always say that and then get terribly booked up right afterwords).
So if we don't already have plans, let's make some! I will show you my waterfall and my chinchilla. Maybe even my boobs. Wait no, probably not my boobs. Probably...
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