ahh, what was i worried about? everything is fine, and i'm going to LOVE this job.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Home movies and greyhounds
The title says it all. Watching Home Movies (the dialogue was all improvised, btw.) I have a cartoon crush on Coach McGurk. I am only slightly drunk. I am leaving tomorrow for training. For some reason I'm terrified - whenever I think about it it makes my stomach roil. I know in my head that it will be fine and that ever thing will go fine, but in my stomach I don't know that.
I'll keep myself posted.
Self-absorption is delicious.
Fuck all you people (all WHAT people?) - you hypothetical people who might happen accross this thing one day, and who might then say, "she is so self-absorbed." Well guess what - it's a blog. That's the core of what blogging is about. I'm not going to entertain you unless you're actually in the room with me - that's not the way it works.
So then, why a blog? Why does anybody keep these types of semi-public journals as opposed to the more standard private-diary-in-a-pink-Strawberry-Shortcake-book-with-a-little-tiny-lock-on-it, if it's not about other people reading it? Well, I don't really know yet. That, actually, is why I am keeping this thing - to figure out why. I'm doing it partly because current autobiographical theory states that writing about the self actually constitutes the self - that writing changes the writer through the very process of writing. And this would work as well in one of those tiny-lock diaries - but a) I don't actually like writing in longhand very much these days (and I have some hangups about writing in bound books anyway - it's so permanent that it's very intimidating) and b) I get really bored with it if the only potential audience is myself - there's never any wit or wisdom in those things (for me) - there's only whining and cataloguing. Somehow, my personality doesn't suffuse them in the same way that it does in almost all the other writing that I do.
I don't know - it's a new (ish) medium, and I'm giving it a shot. And I like it better than the Strawberry Shortcake diary, anyway.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Tomorrow my best friend and husband and I are going on a Trek Across the Triad for thrift stores. Hooray! I can't think of anything more fun than that. We're hitting Greensboro first, then Robert is going to peel off and stay in G'boro, hang out with his family, and then have band practice that night. (This is a Good Thing - he gets kind of cranky after about 3 or 4 thrift stores. Weenie.)
Jamie and I will soldier on, through High Point and Burlington, until we reach home, filthy and tired and very, very badly in need of cocktails. Hopefully LOADED down with thrift excellence.
I need "professional" clothes for this new teaching gig. That means I'm NOT looking for the fun, the bizarre, the punk rock, the slutty. (However, I could buy that stuff IN ADDITION to the "professional" dress.) (I REFUSE to wear puffy-paint kitten sweatshirts no matter what you people say. Fuck off.)
I can't wait.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
I just can't seem to get settled down today. I feel like I'm all jittery and fragile and I have a whole lot of extra bones or something. I'm bored but nothing appeals to me, I'm tired but not sleepy, no place I sit down or lie is comfortable (NOT EVEN THE HAMMOCK!!) - what is this? Some sort of weird reaction to finishing up my high-pressure time-limit stuff?? Or did I just drink too much coffee today? No likey.
In other news, I just finished the newest (paperback) Robert Jordan book. (What, you didn't know I was a big nerd?) Anyway, it was the Crossroads of Twilight one. I don't know what to say about them. I'm addicted, the stories are great, most of the characters are interesting...but they piss me off, too. He's an INCREDIBLY hackneyed writer sometimes (I have to admit that odds are pretty good that anybody who turned out an 800 page novel EVERY FREAKIN' YEAR would be using some trite writing.) But what I'm really worried about (especially now that the newest one is out, and it's a fucking prequel, not a continuation of the storyline) is that he's going to DIE before he wraps up the story lines and finishes the series!! And THAT IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. I have to know what happens. It started off being (supposedly) a 10 volume series. Well, we're already at 11 (with the new prequel) and there's no sign that things are wrapping up. Anybody else think he doesn't want to kill the golden goose?
Well, if you're reading this, Mr. Jordan, 1. Your beard is silly, 2. FINISH THE SERIES and start another one! We'll all buy those, too. I promise! (At LEAST have manuscripts for the final ones hidden away in some safe deposit box, even if you don't want to release them all at once. That way if you die before they all come out, all your fans still get sweet sweet resolution.)
Sunday, May 01, 2005
I have nothing interesting to say, yet I feel compelled to post something in order to avoid, even for ten minutes, the arduous task of working on my take home exam. When will this semester be OVER???
I can report, however, that I had icecream. TWO scoops. (Double chocolate and cookies and cream.) In a waffle cone. With the in-laws. On a farm. That was the funnest thing I've done all day.