It’s all good
I’m all done! Wrapped up at the old job, the only thing left is dropping off my laptop. So right now everything is rose-colored. I’m going to Vegas on Monday for the first time, I’m pretty excited. We have reservations for a super-fancy restaurant, I don’t think I’ve ever had food from a Michelin-rated chef, and we’re eating at a Joel Robuchon place, he’s a 3-star, which is as good as it gets. We also have tickets for Love, and I’ve never been to a Cirque du Soleil show before, so I’m excited for that too. Other than that, chilling, walking around. Probably a fair amount of sitting poolside, as I just bought another swimsuit, so I need to validate that purchase (it was only $20, but it counts). I’ve got 2 good books and a handful of magazines. I got some snacks, because it’s pricey down there, and I’d forgotten I’d ordered fancy coupons (yay groupon!), and Metropolitan Market had truffle potato chips, so now we can be pretentious on the go.
When we get back from Vegas I ordered a juice cleanse because…well, whose body wouldn’t need a little bit of a break after Vegas? And I scheduled a massage. Then the following Monday, I start the new gig!
Also, I recently gave up twitter. I don’t know if I’ll go back to it, I didn’t close my account, I still use it to enter contests and get bonuses in games or whatever. It was just starting to feel like something I checked compulsively, but rarely felt glad I did. There was a lot of twitter fighting, promotion, and a lot of gaming talk. I get this way with the news sometimes: sometimes I can’t stop watching it, but then I get sick of it because I feel like I’m more informed about shit I don’t care about, and it isn’t making me happier. I don’t seem to get that same feeling from Facebook, I still enjoy FB.
I’ve also started a 5-year journal. When my grandma died, and we were going through her stuff, it was cool to go through the artifacts of her life. The pictures, the recipe cards, the letters. And I was thinking how different it’s going to be when I die, or others of our generation. My life is so digital, sure I’ll leave behind some framed photos, and some cards or letters, but most of it is just a huge pile of digital information. Most of it, the facebook statuses & tweets, are just going to disappear. We looked at my grandma’s recipes and pictures and thought “She was so classy, look at her handwriting!”…no one’s going to say “She was such a good typist, and she hardly ever used lolspeak!” So I found a journal that was just for writing a line a day. There’s a page for every day, like March 12, and then groups of lines for each year, so next year I can see what I was doing a year ago, and so on for 5 years. Of course, it might get chucked or lost or just forgotten about, but it’s nice to feel like I’m doing something less ephemeral every day.
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