"When I'm falling I'm at peace. It's only when I hit the ground it causes all the grief"
It's been quite a while again, and I don't mean for that to happen - maybe it'll stop when I finally move next month (news bomb?).
So yeah, Saturday I got to see Florence + the Machine, which was a really excellent show, minus the obnoxiously rude fans around us. I mean, I knew she could sing, but holy shit can she sing! And I really liked that she was in this ridiculous, glorious 30s-style emerald dressing/evening gown and barefoot. She did a lot of twirling and interpretive-style dancing and was just really genuine and sweet the whole time (even though we couldn't, as a rule, understand a damned word because of the terrible sound guy). Basically I like Florence et Machine even more than I did already, having seen them live (and they have a dude harpist! Who knew?!).
In other news, as you might have guessed above, the last couple of weeks have solidified my intentions to actually do something between now and a nebulous possible PhD. I'm moving to New Orleans the 15th of July, so Nick is going to drive down with me the 13th so I can sign stuff and buy furniture the 14th. Don't tell my parents, but I've stopped even looking at listings for regular/office jobs, because I've gotten really excited about my "backup plan," which is a bartending school that actually ends up being really near to where I'm moving, so I might not even have to drive. Plus if I don't get a bartending job out of it, my other credentials haven't changed, and 3 more weeks won't make or break anything.
I'm nervous (understandably, I think) about the whole thing, but I'm excited as well - I mean, I have friends there I haven't seen since I graduated, I've missed the city (not the weather, though), and this is an opportunity to know different parts of it, and meet new people, and try to make a semi-adult life for a little while, while I try to figure out what's happening next. I'm really hoping to be able to make myself happy there, and to keep trying to reach my goals while not staying in a tense, stifling home environment. I love my family and I love being home, but it's not working - we're ALL too stressed about our own stuff to really be able to help each other out, which we all need. So I'm leaving. And maybe there won't be anyone in NOLA to help me out the way I need, but maybe there will, and at least it won't be my family I end up resenting for reasons beyond their control.
So that got heavier than intended pretty fast, and I can't think of anything else significant to say, except that I desperately need to go shopping because 3 pairs of shorts and 1 sundress isn't going to cut it in NOLA.
So yeah, Saturday I got to see Florence + the Machine, which was a really excellent show, minus the obnoxiously rude fans around us. I mean, I knew she could sing, but holy shit can she sing! And I really liked that she was in this ridiculous, glorious 30s-style emerald dressing/evening gown and barefoot. She did a lot of twirling and interpretive-style dancing and was just really genuine and sweet the whole time (even though we couldn't, as a rule, understand a damned word because of the terrible sound guy). Basically I like Florence et Machine even more than I did already, having seen them live (and they have a dude harpist! Who knew?!).
In other news, as you might have guessed above, the last couple of weeks have solidified my intentions to actually do something between now and a nebulous possible PhD. I'm moving to New Orleans the 15th of July, so Nick is going to drive down with me the 13th so I can sign stuff and buy furniture the 14th. Don't tell my parents, but I've stopped even looking at listings for regular/office jobs, because I've gotten really excited about my "backup plan," which is a bartending school that actually ends up being really near to where I'm moving, so I might not even have to drive. Plus if I don't get a bartending job out of it, my other credentials haven't changed, and 3 more weeks won't make or break anything.
I'm nervous (understandably, I think) about the whole thing, but I'm excited as well - I mean, I have friends there I haven't seen since I graduated, I've missed the city (not the weather, though), and this is an opportunity to know different parts of it, and meet new people, and try to make a semi-adult life for a little while, while I try to figure out what's happening next. I'm really hoping to be able to make myself happy there, and to keep trying to reach my goals while not staying in a tense, stifling home environment. I love my family and I love being home, but it's not working - we're ALL too stressed about our own stuff to really be able to help each other out, which we all need. So I'm leaving. And maybe there won't be anyone in NOLA to help me out the way I need, but maybe there will, and at least it won't be my family I end up resenting for reasons beyond their control.
So that got heavier than intended pretty fast, and I can't think of anything else significant to say, except that I desperately need to go shopping because 3 pairs of shorts and 1 sundress isn't going to cut it in NOLA.