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nothing truly exciting has happened this summer. not surprising since i have not really been courting excitement.
for the most part i have just been enjoying the ride. i write a lot. i have gone back {again} to 'when sundown comes' {for the 90th time} and i have progressed through chapter 14. not complete chapters... when have i ever completed 14 complete chapters? but i am proud of those pages. i am... almost convinced they are good enough.
almost.
there are 19 weeks left until i can kiss WaMu good bye. that equals 4 1/2 months. i am very much looking forward to not waking up at the ungodly hour of 7am to rush through the pretense of caring what i look like to jump into my car and cuss and weave my way through the sporadic traffic of Bitters road until i reach highway 281 where i cuss and weave my way through the slightly heavier traffic until i exit Jones Maltsberger and turn into the parking lot of this god forsaken building.
i am heartily sick of the people and the work. yes, lord, i am ready to move on. i am done with the routine.
so what will i do next?
that really is the question, isn't it.
kevin has announced that he will be traveling to dallas and would like to meet me for dinner. wonderful, except that dallas is 5 hours away and i am not a chick who drives 5 hours to see any man.
that's ridiculous, isn't it. he is, after all a friend. i mean, how i manage to dredge up these wacked out notions is beyond me. and yet... there is still the feeling that i will more than probably not be making the trip. we'll see.
it's amazing how little i have to say. but, i suppose i said so much in the first 6 months of the year that i just burned myself out. and what was all that prattle anyway? what will it mean years from now {assuming lj will be around that long} when i look back to see in which state of mind was my 27/28 year old self? i'm thinking probably not one damned thing.
oh, yes. i did want to mention that my obsession with 'the exorcist' continues. i read a review on MSN the other day which mentioned a scene that i do not remember. so of course, i feel as if i need to watch the movie. {again} i guess i feel that if i watch it enough times i will eventually become un-traumitized. again, i must wonder about what the fuck goes on in my head sometimes. i am sure i will give in to temptation and watch it. {yet again} and then i will be sad because i can't sleep.
and therein, ladies and gentlemen, lay my plans for excitement for the month of august.
i cannot believe how quickly this national poetry thingee came about. i fully remember making vague plans with barb and marq to go to st. louis and attend. apparently we didn't pay attention to the dates.
i watched 'def poetry' a few weeks ago. i think it is a new season, so i'm still hoping Glo's appearance will air. but, of course, i never remember when it's on, and so i keep missing the damned thing. it's hard to watch the show without resentment. there is no reason in the world for Glo to be blackballed like this. and i don't know the details, but i can pretty much imagine how fucked it feels to be ignored. that's a hell of a thing to overcome.
gramps has absolutely no idea who obama is. apparently the 'gary crusader' hasn't seen fit to feature him. gee, what a shock that is. the republicans have decided to fight fire with fire. meaning an african american male against an african american male. except, well, apparently there aren't many of those who are republican enough in illinois. so. they are in the process of recruiting alan keyes from maryland to run against him. how in the hell that will work out, i have no idea. but curtis wrote a particularly bitter email this morning that went a little something like this:
'It's all racial at this point on the GOP side. Why did they not select
African Americans to run in the primary? I think their actions
illuminate volumes of what Illinois GOP think about Black
people. They couldn't have found anyone better than Keyes to be
the "water boy."'
wow.
for the most part i have just been enjoying the ride. i write a lot. i have gone back {again} to 'when sundown comes' {for the 90th time} and i have progressed through chapter 14. not complete chapters... when have i ever completed 14 complete chapters? but i am proud of those pages. i am... almost convinced they are good enough.
almost.
there are 19 weeks left until i can kiss WaMu good bye. that equals 4 1/2 months. i am very much looking forward to not waking up at the ungodly hour of 7am to rush through the pretense of caring what i look like to jump into my car and cuss and weave my way through the sporadic traffic of Bitters road until i reach highway 281 where i cuss and weave my way through the slightly heavier traffic until i exit Jones Maltsberger and turn into the parking lot of this god forsaken building.
i am heartily sick of the people and the work. yes, lord, i am ready to move on. i am done with the routine.
so what will i do next?
that really is the question, isn't it.
kevin has announced that he will be traveling to dallas and would like to meet me for dinner. wonderful, except that dallas is 5 hours away and i am not a chick who drives 5 hours to see any man.
that's ridiculous, isn't it. he is, after all a friend. i mean, how i manage to dredge up these wacked out notions is beyond me. and yet... there is still the feeling that i will more than probably not be making the trip. we'll see.
it's amazing how little i have to say. but, i suppose i said so much in the first 6 months of the year that i just burned myself out. and what was all that prattle anyway? what will it mean years from now {assuming lj will be around that long} when i look back to see in which state of mind was my 27/28 year old self? i'm thinking probably not one damned thing.
oh, yes. i did want to mention that my obsession with 'the exorcist' continues. i read a review on MSN the other day which mentioned a scene that i do not remember. so of course, i feel as if i need to watch the movie. {again} i guess i feel that if i watch it enough times i will eventually become un-traumitized. again, i must wonder about what the fuck goes on in my head sometimes. i am sure i will give in to temptation and watch it. {yet again} and then i will be sad because i can't sleep.
and therein, ladies and gentlemen, lay my plans for excitement for the month of august.
i cannot believe how quickly this national poetry thingee came about. i fully remember making vague plans with barb and marq to go to st. louis and attend. apparently we didn't pay attention to the dates.
i watched 'def poetry' a few weeks ago. i think it is a new season, so i'm still hoping Glo's appearance will air. but, of course, i never remember when it's on, and so i keep missing the damned thing. it's hard to watch the show without resentment. there is no reason in the world for Glo to be blackballed like this. and i don't know the details, but i can pretty much imagine how fucked it feels to be ignored. that's a hell of a thing to overcome.
gramps has absolutely no idea who obama is. apparently the 'gary crusader' hasn't seen fit to feature him. gee, what a shock that is. the republicans have decided to fight fire with fire. meaning an african american male against an african american male. except, well, apparently there aren't many of those who are republican enough in illinois. so. they are in the process of recruiting alan keyes from maryland to run against him. how in the hell that will work out, i have no idea. but curtis wrote a particularly bitter email this morning that went a little something like this:
'It's all racial at this point on the GOP side. Why did they not select
African Americans to run in the primary? I think their actions
illuminate volumes of what Illinois GOP think about Black
people. They couldn't have found anyone better than Keyes to be
the "water boy."'
wow.