randomnicity; A/C to the max
i'm reading "the catcher in the rye" for the second time. something draws me to holden caulfield--and i know generations have been drawn to him. i think a part of me is attracted to the irony in people, for example, the way a person has the ability to hate phonies yet boast of being a terrific liar in the next breath. his insecurity and the mysterious tragic way about him makes me want to read this book again.
but that is not what i'm doing right now--instead i sit on the couch with a blanket and wait for mom. she's making popcorn, then we will watch "the office" on dvd because it makes us both laugh. and her laugh, low, passionate, gutteral, is sometimes what sets me off.
and, today, i further explored my dream job: a curator at the smithsonian national museum of american history in DC. i read up on the internship opportunities, as well as the qualifications held by a man who is in a position i would like. all american history degrees--i'm halfway there with american studies, i guess. the downside: living in DC. the upside: living in DC. hell, maybe danielle will move there and we could find a non-sketchy place in which to reside. how's that sound?
it's just that i sit in the office, day after day, and fall in love with my coworkers but deeply into a state of disillusion about office work. i do not want to be a cube rat. that, and divorce, are my biggest fears. i have some control, luckily.
and, now, my house has central air. instead of 100 degrees indoors, it's now 65. which may sound somewhat balmy, but i had to wrap a wool blanket around myself at 3 in the afternoon today. once we get the kinks worked out, it should be good.
mom's back, talking to her dad on the phone. i'm waiting, waiting.
but, here's an exclamation: i am excited beyond words to go back to st. olaf for senior year.
but that is not what i'm doing right now--instead i sit on the couch with a blanket and wait for mom. she's making popcorn, then we will watch "the office" on dvd because it makes us both laugh. and her laugh, low, passionate, gutteral, is sometimes what sets me off.
and, today, i further explored my dream job: a curator at the smithsonian national museum of american history in DC. i read up on the internship opportunities, as well as the qualifications held by a man who is in a position i would like. all american history degrees--i'm halfway there with american studies, i guess. the downside: living in DC. the upside: living in DC. hell, maybe danielle will move there and we could find a non-sketchy place in which to reside. how's that sound?
it's just that i sit in the office, day after day, and fall in love with my coworkers but deeply into a state of disillusion about office work. i do not want to be a cube rat. that, and divorce, are my biggest fears. i have some control, luckily.
and, now, my house has central air. instead of 100 degrees indoors, it's now 65. which may sound somewhat balmy, but i had to wrap a wool blanket around myself at 3 in the afternoon today. once we get the kinks worked out, it should be good.
mom's back, talking to her dad on the phone. i'm waiting, waiting.
but, here's an exclamation: i am excited beyond words to go back to st. olaf for senior year.