how am i not myself?
Damn, every time I log onto livejournal there's some new advertisement or change in features. I have to watch a commercial to log out? That's too much for these old bones.
So I'm back in Dallas from Gainesville, where I've been living and working with my mom. Surprisingly it's been quite nice; you can never be sure what toll living with your parents again is going to take once you've tasted the bittersweet freedoms of adulthood. But I've got to say, I enjoy living rent free with doting family and making and eating homecooked meals every night. Very pleasant.
At the moment, I'm staying in Plano with Anna and awaiting the return of my fatass boyfriend from Australia, which I am so excited about that I COULD EXPLODE!!! I don't think I'm going to make him a meal for this return, just gather a couple of excellent bottles of wine and put on some exciting underwear. Then we're just days away from our departure back to the Great State of Oregon. And this time, we're going to have a home of our own, together! A sweet little apartment perfectly located--one mile walk north to the center of town, and to the south, a massive park and open land. I have a job at Adelsheim vineyards in September and will be interviewing for a tasting room position until then. And school, for viticulture and enology while I'm up there. Love it when it all comes together.
This is Adelsheim- ding! One of the best in the Valley.
It makes me a little nervous to think about all the wine snobs I'll encounter in this field. I mean, I like learning about wine, insomuch as I like drinking it very much and find it fascinating, but SOME people, as with anything, can really kill the joy of a thing by analyzing it to death. And taking it way too seriously. Just laugh and have a tasty drink, hallelujah.
On a tangent, just now had a brief moment that really illuminated how odd it feels to put these words and sentiments out for other people to read and digest how they will. A strangely exhibitionist pastime for a recluse, don't you think?
On another tangent, when did libraries become daycare centers and rec centers? Yeesh. I miss the days of shushing librarians and card catalogs.
Time's a-wastin. Gonna get some tacos, try to hunt down the new Fleet Foxes album, and soak up as much luscious Texas sunshine as I can.
So I'm back in Dallas from Gainesville, where I've been living and working with my mom. Surprisingly it's been quite nice; you can never be sure what toll living with your parents again is going to take once you've tasted the bittersweet freedoms of adulthood. But I've got to say, I enjoy living rent free with doting family and making and eating homecooked meals every night. Very pleasant.
At the moment, I'm staying in Plano with Anna and awaiting the return of my fatass boyfriend from Australia, which I am so excited about that I COULD EXPLODE!!! I don't think I'm going to make him a meal for this return, just gather a couple of excellent bottles of wine and put on some exciting underwear. Then we're just days away from our departure back to the Great State of Oregon. And this time, we're going to have a home of our own, together! A sweet little apartment perfectly located--one mile walk north to the center of town, and to the south, a massive park and open land. I have a job at Adelsheim vineyards in September and will be interviewing for a tasting room position until then. And school, for viticulture and enology while I'm up there. Love it when it all comes together.
This is Adelsheim- ding! One of the best in the Valley.
It makes me a little nervous to think about all the wine snobs I'll encounter in this field. I mean, I like learning about wine, insomuch as I like drinking it very much and find it fascinating, but SOME people, as with anything, can really kill the joy of a thing by analyzing it to death. And taking it way too seriously. Just laugh and have a tasty drink, hallelujah.
On a tangent, just now had a brief moment that really illuminated how odd it feels to put these words and sentiments out for other people to read and digest how they will. A strangely exhibitionist pastime for a recluse, don't you think?
On another tangent, when did libraries become daycare centers and rec centers? Yeesh. I miss the days of shushing librarians and card catalogs.
Time's a-wastin. Gonna get some tacos, try to hunt down the new Fleet Foxes album, and soak up as much luscious Texas sunshine as I can.