It's not yet september but it is already fall
It is rainy and cold in Portland. Perfect weather if you ask me. I spent the day in bed trying to get rid of a sore throat and reading the most excellent book that Maggie recommended to me. "My Most Excellent Year" by Steve Kluger. You must read it, it is everything you would want in a book. Smart, funny, well written. It made me giggle incessantly, which I haven't done with a book since first reading "The River Why" in high school (that may not be true on the giggle part, but I don't remember giggling to a book since then so that is the only reference I can honestly use). My life has of late been sort of turned upside down, in a good way. Let us list the highlights, in descending order:
Julia had a baby boy!!! She named him Frederick Pierce Garcia and he is THE MOST adorable baby ever. I am so happy, and so proud, and so excited and I just wish (oh how I wish) that she lived closer so I could see him in person instead of fawning over my cell phone at the picture Ozzy snapped for our family.
I am finally getting my butt in gear and putting together scholarship application stuff in order to fund my pending trip to London and my masters degree in contemporary art. I am so worried that things won't work out but I am trying to trust life as best I can and just do my whole half of the deal...
I think I have a boyfriend. I use the word think when really I know he is my boyfriend. But I am a doofus and keep freaking out. I was never very good with boys. He keeps coming back so I haven't scared him off yet, which is always a good sign in a boyfriend (or so my mother tells me...)
I suppose that is it, I felt the timing was right for some writing. I really should print these out and keep some sort of hard copy journal, it's fun to read my angry rants at boys and hipsters. Maybe I have mellowed?
Julia had a baby boy!!! She named him Frederick Pierce Garcia and he is THE MOST adorable baby ever. I am so happy, and so proud, and so excited and I just wish (oh how I wish) that she lived closer so I could see him in person instead of fawning over my cell phone at the picture Ozzy snapped for our family.
I am finally getting my butt in gear and putting together scholarship application stuff in order to fund my pending trip to London and my masters degree in contemporary art. I am so worried that things won't work out but I am trying to trust life as best I can and just do my whole half of the deal...
I think I have a boyfriend. I use the word think when really I know he is my boyfriend. But I am a doofus and keep freaking out. I was never very good with boys. He keeps coming back so I haven't scared him off yet, which is always a good sign in a boyfriend (or so my mother tells me...)
I suppose that is it, I felt the timing was right for some writing. I really should print these out and keep some sort of hard copy journal, it's fun to read my angry rants at boys and hipsters. Maybe I have mellowed?