if i'm dead, you guys have been dead for weeks
So it turns out the longer I don't blog the more I have to talk about. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that a ton of crap happens to me, and while it's happening I just really have no desire to write about it, because that would be too much work, but then like all of a sudden all the crap, good or bad, just gets to this critical level and if I don't write about it, I might explode. So, thus, this entry was born. Like Athena from the head of Zeus, an explosion from my brain.
Ok, it's like how sometimes you are on the internet and you feel like you're never going to have enough time in the world to visit all of it (minus the dirty stuff, unless you like that sort of thing); but then other times you are sitting at your computer and you want to be there, but there's nothing for you to see. That's it, you've reached the end. That's how it is with writing, either there's too much to write about, or nothing at all. Actually, that's how it is with life. But I'm not going to go there right now; this is a happy entry.
With the start of my new job, adjusting to the new time and schedule, and preparing for the fact that yes, I will have this job for at least the next four months, I feel like I've been living in some sort of hole. I wasn't joking about the hermit thing. My roommate can attest; I have done nothing but work, sleep, eat badly, and then come home and watch Farscape for two weeks now. While in many ways this has been glorious, with the exception of a couple hours that I spent with Char, and going to see a movie with Alison, I haven't seen any of my friends in over three weeks, possibly way longer. I can't really be sure. Maybe this is how I deal with change, or maybe my recluse gene is finally kicking in, but either way it needs to stop soon, otherwise somebody's going to have to come peel me off a wall or something.
Some things that are new: I'm getting a kitty. For reals this time. One of my mom's clients took in a homeless cat that turned out to be pregnant and she's giving the kittens away for free. If you know me at all, you know that I can't really pass this up because a) free stuff, and b) fluffy animals, are definitely two of my personal kryptonites. Some other items on that list include things that are red, things that are shiny, beautiful men on TV, massages, and, of course, burritos. ANYWAY, I'm picking Kitty up sometime next week. Whenever my day off is, I'm driving up to Phoenix and dearest mother and I will be having a kitty-extravaganza, full of shopping and going to the vet, and much cuddling and kissing. Of course, this kitty slightly complicates things as now I have to worry about finding a place to live that allows cats. Which brings me to my next topic.
My living situation for next year is much clearer now than it was two days ago. The troika is reuniting, much to my happiness. Emily, Alison, and I shall once again be sharing in domestic bliss with one another, but not like that. And as much as I enjoy blogging about New Roommate, and telling everybody I meet about New Roommate, for serious, internets, when one has roommates that are awesome, most anything else in the world can be handled. We are currently looking at houses for next year, and I am very excited.
Which reminds me, I am continually amazed by how much I am reminded of the fact that I am not cut out for full-time work every time I have a job. I never thought that I would be one of those people that hated having routines, but it turns out I am. Routines ruin the feeling of adventure that I like to start my days with. Without routines, you never know where you're going to end up. I think this is one of the reasons that I enjoy school so much (besides the constant mental stimulation and built-in sociability): even with a school scheduled routine, there is variation. You have different classes on different days, and even within days you don't stick to an activity for more than three hours at most. I don't think this is an ADD thing; I just really like the feeling of getting so much done in a day, of never really knowing what's going to happen, of being able to move from one building to another and go outside. Stuck in one place all day, time is wasted and useless. Such is my hatred for the full-time job. I must say, though, my new job is pretty good for what it is. I have internet access, the people are nice, and I get free food, even if I do have to wear panty hose and say "certainly" instead of "yeah."
And now, as I sit here in my hotel operator chair, I am also thinking about the insane fact that in a little over four months I will be a graduate student, with real responsibilities and students of my own. I'm not going to think about it right now or I might freak out a little (or a lot), but that's going to be its own adventure. I'm not really a stuffy or arrogant sort of person, so it will be entertaining to see how I fit in with my fellow grad students. I'm probably going to be "that girl," the one that is just a little bit off. But you know what? I'm okay with that. I'll have my kitty, and my roomies, and my health, and my very own students with minds to mold in my own image. If you think about it, being a teacher is like a less omnipotent version of being God, and soon, very soon, I will have that power.
I believe a little evil cackling is in order.
Ok, it's like how sometimes you are on the internet and you feel like you're never going to have enough time in the world to visit all of it (minus the dirty stuff, unless you like that sort of thing); but then other times you are sitting at your computer and you want to be there, but there's nothing for you to see. That's it, you've reached the end. That's how it is with writing, either there's too much to write about, or nothing at all. Actually, that's how it is with life. But I'm not going to go there right now; this is a happy entry.
With the start of my new job, adjusting to the new time and schedule, and preparing for the fact that yes, I will have this job for at least the next four months, I feel like I've been living in some sort of hole. I wasn't joking about the hermit thing. My roommate can attest; I have done nothing but work, sleep, eat badly, and then come home and watch Farscape for two weeks now. While in many ways this has been glorious, with the exception of a couple hours that I spent with Char, and going to see a movie with Alison, I haven't seen any of my friends in over three weeks, possibly way longer. I can't really be sure. Maybe this is how I deal with change, or maybe my recluse gene is finally kicking in, but either way it needs to stop soon, otherwise somebody's going to have to come peel me off a wall or something.
Some things that are new: I'm getting a kitty. For reals this time. One of my mom's clients took in a homeless cat that turned out to be pregnant and she's giving the kittens away for free. If you know me at all, you know that I can't really pass this up because a) free stuff, and b) fluffy animals, are definitely two of my personal kryptonites. Some other items on that list include things that are red, things that are shiny, beautiful men on TV, massages, and, of course, burritos. ANYWAY, I'm picking Kitty up sometime next week. Whenever my day off is, I'm driving up to Phoenix and dearest mother and I will be having a kitty-extravaganza, full of shopping and going to the vet, and much cuddling and kissing. Of course, this kitty slightly complicates things as now I have to worry about finding a place to live that allows cats. Which brings me to my next topic.
My living situation for next year is much clearer now than it was two days ago. The troika is reuniting, much to my happiness. Emily, Alison, and I shall once again be sharing in domestic bliss with one another, but not like that. And as much as I enjoy blogging about New Roommate, and telling everybody I meet about New Roommate, for serious, internets, when one has roommates that are awesome, most anything else in the world can be handled. We are currently looking at houses for next year, and I am very excited.
Which reminds me, I am continually amazed by how much I am reminded of the fact that I am not cut out for full-time work every time I have a job. I never thought that I would be one of those people that hated having routines, but it turns out I am. Routines ruin the feeling of adventure that I like to start my days with. Without routines, you never know where you're going to end up. I think this is one of the reasons that I enjoy school so much (besides the constant mental stimulation and built-in sociability): even with a school scheduled routine, there is variation. You have different classes on different days, and even within days you don't stick to an activity for more than three hours at most. I don't think this is an ADD thing; I just really like the feeling of getting so much done in a day, of never really knowing what's going to happen, of being able to move from one building to another and go outside. Stuck in one place all day, time is wasted and useless. Such is my hatred for the full-time job. I must say, though, my new job is pretty good for what it is. I have internet access, the people are nice, and I get free food, even if I do have to wear panty hose and say "certainly" instead of "yeah."
And now, as I sit here in my hotel operator chair, I am also thinking about the insane fact that in a little over four months I will be a graduate student, with real responsibilities and students of my own. I'm not going to think about it right now or I might freak out a little (or a lot), but that's going to be its own adventure. I'm not really a stuffy or arrogant sort of person, so it will be entertaining to see how I fit in with my fellow grad students. I'm probably going to be "that girl," the one that is just a little bit off. But you know what? I'm okay with that. I'll have my kitty, and my roomies, and my health, and my very own students with minds to mold in my own image. If you think about it, being a teacher is like a less omnipotent version of being God, and soon, very soon, I will have that power.
I believe a little evil cackling is in order.