taking a step back...
Well, it's official. We've contracted to buy a new house. A different house than the repo. But it's going to be right next door to my friend's parent's house. Which should be interesting and fun. Hopefully. Maybe it'll be a chance to see my friend some more when she's in town. Make it a lot easier to visit, yeah?
Today I escaped from the trend I've been in lately. I actually finished two books (okay, one of the books only had about 20 pages left before it was finished, but still). And they weren't manga books. Lately all I've been reading is manga. Tons and tons of manga. I am very happy that the library has so much, because I'm going through it like crazy. And I've also been buying it like crazy. A couple months ago I probably own less than 10. Now I probably have more than a hundred. Actually, it might be closer to two hundred, now that I think about. Yikes, right? Been spending a lot of money. All because I'm buying a car soon. How weird is that, right? But I wanted to go on a spending spree before I started focusing so much of my money on paying off bills. Or at least on giant bill in particular. I want to get it paid off as soon as possible, so I'll probably be sending in more money than I need to each month to get it paid off faster. But for now - I'm on a spending spree that's going to likely be ending next week. Hopefully I'll be buying my new (at least to me) car next week. Wish me luck.
So the book I read today (the one I actually read all the way through today) was called Pretty Face and it was about a fat girl with a pretty face going over to Italy for the summer and learning to stop obsessing over things so much. It was really pretty good. Slow down and take in life... sounds good. Though, in reality... well. We sort of have to worry about things like work and deadlines and things like that. And getting things done. There are so many things I want to do! Particularly in my relaxation time. Things to read, things to watch, things to play. Never enough time to do it all. Rush rush rush.
Also visited with an old friend. Went and saw a movie (Iron Man rocks, by the way). We talked a bit about old times. Very nostalgic. Thought about calling my friend who I've been meaning to call. Actually picked up the phone and looked through my list of contacts ... and then realized (again) that I don't know which phone number is his most current one, and so I didn't call. And seconds after I set down the phone it rang and it was the friend I'd just seen earlier asking me to look up something. The irony (of the phone ringing after I just set it down) made me instantly hope just for a second that my other friend had had a psychic moment and decided to call me when I was thinking of calling him... but it didn't happen like that. Ah well. I sent an email instead asking for his updated phone number. Psychic moments just don't seem to be happening much lately, so I'll try to the good ol' fashioned method of communication (not that email is old fashioned, but I suppose it's more practical than waiting around for a mystic moment).
I'm feeling more grounded today. Sort of like my old self. Not that I'm a completely different self right now... but as I said, nostalgic. It's a good feeling. I think I was needing a slight change in pace today. I've been getting lost in a fantasy obsessed world lately... and I think I need a little grounding. I think maybe... maybe I need to start doing something creative again. Something slightly productive. I need to create something. But I have no clue what. Writing isn't exactly easy anymore. Maybe after we move I'll pull out some of my really old oil paints and try smushing some blobs of color together. I wouldn't call anything I make a work of art... but it's different. Interesting. Frustrating. I don't know... I just sort of feel a need to make something. Anything. At work I put books on a shelf. And try to keep things organized. I can't look at anything I do there as actually having something to do with me. I can't point at anything and go "I did that". Because putting books in order on a shelf... it gets destroyed in an instant and then someone else can come along behind me and reselve it all and it doesn't really matter if I do it or if it's someone else. I guess I need to feel like I'm making an impact...
Wow, this post was a lot more serious and depressing(ish) than I was intending. Blargh! Didn't intend it to be. But you know the saying... good intentions pave the way to hell.
Today I escaped from the trend I've been in lately. I actually finished two books (okay, one of the books only had about 20 pages left before it was finished, but still). And they weren't manga books. Lately all I've been reading is manga. Tons and tons of manga. I am very happy that the library has so much, because I'm going through it like crazy. And I've also been buying it like crazy. A couple months ago I probably own less than 10. Now I probably have more than a hundred. Actually, it might be closer to two hundred, now that I think about. Yikes, right? Been spending a lot of money. All because I'm buying a car soon. How weird is that, right? But I wanted to go on a spending spree before I started focusing so much of my money on paying off bills. Or at least on giant bill in particular. I want to get it paid off as soon as possible, so I'll probably be sending in more money than I need to each month to get it paid off faster. But for now - I'm on a spending spree that's going to likely be ending next week. Hopefully I'll be buying my new (at least to me) car next week. Wish me luck.
So the book I read today (the one I actually read all the way through today) was called Pretty Face and it was about a fat girl with a pretty face going over to Italy for the summer and learning to stop obsessing over things so much. It was really pretty good. Slow down and take in life... sounds good. Though, in reality... well. We sort of have to worry about things like work and deadlines and things like that. And getting things done. There are so many things I want to do! Particularly in my relaxation time. Things to read, things to watch, things to play. Never enough time to do it all. Rush rush rush.
Also visited with an old friend. Went and saw a movie (Iron Man rocks, by the way). We talked a bit about old times. Very nostalgic. Thought about calling my friend who I've been meaning to call. Actually picked up the phone and looked through my list of contacts ... and then realized (again) that I don't know which phone number is his most current one, and so I didn't call. And seconds after I set down the phone it rang and it was the friend I'd just seen earlier asking me to look up something. The irony (of the phone ringing after I just set it down) made me instantly hope just for a second that my other friend had had a psychic moment and decided to call me when I was thinking of calling him... but it didn't happen like that. Ah well. I sent an email instead asking for his updated phone number. Psychic moments just don't seem to be happening much lately, so I'll try to the good ol' fashioned method of communication (not that email is old fashioned, but I suppose it's more practical than waiting around for a mystic moment).
I'm feeling more grounded today. Sort of like my old self. Not that I'm a completely different self right now... but as I said, nostalgic. It's a good feeling. I think I was needing a slight change in pace today. I've been getting lost in a fantasy obsessed world lately... and I think I need a little grounding. I think maybe... maybe I need to start doing something creative again. Something slightly productive. I need to create something. But I have no clue what. Writing isn't exactly easy anymore. Maybe after we move I'll pull out some of my really old oil paints and try smushing some blobs of color together. I wouldn't call anything I make a work of art... but it's different. Interesting. Frustrating. I don't know... I just sort of feel a need to make something. Anything. At work I put books on a shelf. And try to keep things organized. I can't look at anything I do there as actually having something to do with me. I can't point at anything and go "I did that". Because putting books in order on a shelf... it gets destroyed in an instant and then someone else can come along behind me and reselve it all and it doesn't really matter if I do it or if it's someone else. I guess I need to feel like I'm making an impact...
Wow, this post was a lot more serious and depressing(ish) than I was intending. Blargh! Didn't intend it to be. But you know the saying... good intentions pave the way to hell.