DIS jointed
Am in one of those periods of time in which everything and nothing seems to be happening all at once. I guess there's only so much I can blame on summer ending and being a sister-of-the-groom in one month, but the latter actually proved to be more time-consuming than I expected. In a good way, of course. Of course.
Let's see, everything that happened: threw three dinner parties, including one bachelor party. Attended a bachelorette party and bridal shower. Baked a giant chocolate penis cake. Guess which party the cake was for? Still have novelty caution tape up on my wall ("CAUTION: BACHELORETTE PARTY DANGER: WILD WOMEN"). That one was also for the party you probably thought it wasn't for.
Two dangling prepositions and two stitches in two knuckles, bitches! Now, if you ever need a dirty cake pan, please do not buy one -- I will loan you mine.
What else...hmm. Dated a kickass dude for two months, still doing that, still loving it. Did some family introduction which I haven't done with any sigoth since sophomore year of college, which I guess says something. Found that Dayne really rocks a white yarmulka and that, in addition to being a kickass concert venue Town Hall also is a nice place for Rosh Hashana services. Found that the definition of Pluto actually affected my professional life, which I think is HILARIOUS. Rode a bike up and down the length of Manhattan along the Hudson and discovered that I am still really scared of Ground Zero, especially when there's a media horde blocking the bike path to watch people play strangely echo-y taps on the edge of the hole.
I do not like directional voids.
What's not happening: my freelance indexing project. It's so fascinating really; I'm getting paid to do this work, and it should be interesting enough, if not distracting (I mean, how not to read the entire book along the way?) and yet I find that I'm treating this like homework. All I do is procrastinate. Like right now -- I'm totally updating my LJ, which I haven't done in weeks except to say "WHEE I'M TOTALLY BLEEDING!" instead of chugging through another few chapters.
Hopeless, I say. Somebody remind me that this is the real world, this is real-world experience that will be good for me and interesting, and that in the real world there are real deadlines, not just arbitrary ones set by someone with more education than you. Watch me pull an all-nighter for this project -- watch me!
Now, for the next month: the Wedding Of The Century (da da dum), and purchase of mandolin. I guess plenty is happening. But I do miss the people I don't see as often as a result. I have tea, people. Come sip.
Let's see, everything that happened: threw three dinner parties, including one bachelor party. Attended a bachelorette party and bridal shower. Baked a giant chocolate penis cake. Guess which party the cake was for? Still have novelty caution tape up on my wall ("CAUTION: BACHELORETTE PARTY DANGER: WILD WOMEN"). That one was also for the party you probably thought it wasn't for.
Two dangling prepositions and two stitches in two knuckles, bitches! Now, if you ever need a dirty cake pan, please do not buy one -- I will loan you mine.
What else...hmm. Dated a kickass dude for two months, still doing that, still loving it. Did some family introduction which I haven't done with any sigoth since sophomore year of college, which I guess says something. Found that Dayne really rocks a white yarmulka and that, in addition to being a kickass concert venue Town Hall also is a nice place for Rosh Hashana services. Found that the definition of Pluto actually affected my professional life, which I think is HILARIOUS. Rode a bike up and down the length of Manhattan along the Hudson and discovered that I am still really scared of Ground Zero, especially when there's a media horde blocking the bike path to watch people play strangely echo-y taps on the edge of the hole.
I do not like directional voids.
What's not happening: my freelance indexing project. It's so fascinating really; I'm getting paid to do this work, and it should be interesting enough, if not distracting (I mean, how not to read the entire book along the way?) and yet I find that I'm treating this like homework. All I do is procrastinate. Like right now -- I'm totally updating my LJ, which I haven't done in weeks except to say "WHEE I'M TOTALLY BLEEDING!" instead of chugging through another few chapters.
Hopeless, I say. Somebody remind me that this is the real world, this is real-world experience that will be good for me and interesting, and that in the real world there are real deadlines, not just arbitrary ones set by someone with more education than you. Watch me pull an all-nighter for this project -- watch me!
Now, for the next month: the Wedding Of The Century (da da dum), and purchase of mandolin. I guess plenty is happening. But I do miss the people I don't see as often as a result. I have tea, people. Come sip.