And after a long hiatus...
I'm back. I apologize sincerely, to those of you who remember me and mourned my absence. I went through a period of time where I just didn't feel up to writing anything, although I did read my friends list every day. I wasn't in a very happy place, for various reasons, but I've been back up to speed for some time now, and it's time to get back on the El Jay pony.
So what's been going on? First off, my job search has been put on hold. I tried to get away from theatre, but I can't. I just can't. I went on a few interviews, and the interviews alone made me feel really, really icky. Like I was settling. So I'm holding out for something within the performing arts area. There's not a lot of that around Indianapolis, so it's a matter of biding my time until something opens up. I'm not ready to leave Indy yet. Maybe I'm shortchanging myself, but anyone who has a problem with that can suck a fart out of my ass. I'm doing what feels right for me at this time.
And anyway, I'm on summer vacation now. It's time to decompress and enjoy my life while it's mine to enjoy. I go back to work on September 14, and I have a whole lot of fun coming my way.
Let's see, what else... I'm doing the online dating thing. I've tried it before, with varying degrees of success, but I'm giving it another honest shot. I'm really effing tired of being single. I've had a couple dates, neither one was a love connection, but they weren't awful. I dunno... I really would rather not have to go on an active search for someone, but the whole "love will find you when you least expect it" bullshit wasn't really working, either. And I repeat--I am really effing tired of being single. But I also don't want to just latch onto the first dude that comes along. I'd rather be single than in a relationship that isn't right. So I'm approaching it with what I think is a pretty good attitude, and it's been fun so far.
Hm... I've been slowly restocking my Etsy shop. Nobody's buying my shit. I think I need to list a lot more frequently, to keep me towards the top of the page.
AND I HAVE A GARDEN. That's right, folks, my lovely apartment complex has allowed a group of us residents to dig up a patch of dirt in the ginormous backyard. It's a very small plot, and we each only get 32 square feet, but I will not complain. My lovely dad brought down a tractor and tiller yesterday. He's the best dad ever. Honestly, who puts a tractor on a trailer and hauls it 80 miles to, as he put it, "dig a driveway," just to save his daughter and a bunch of strangers the hassle of trying to chew through 70-year-old sod with a hand tiller? My daddy, that's who. It took him about half an hour, and he and Mom bought some of my garden tools and plants for me. So a tiny part of my dream has been fulfilled--I have my very own four-by-eight-foot patch of dirt. It contains two tomatoes (one full size, one grape), one bell pepper, one cucumber (which I'm going to train up a fence panel when it starts to spread out), one row of Swiss chard, and one row of green beans. Later in the summer, I will also plant a row of kohlrabi (it likes cooler weather). I also have a couple little zinnia starts I'll transplant when they get a little bigger--they'll help keep bugs off my plants. And they're pretty. As much as I love tomatoes, the plants ain't pretty. I wish we'd been able to do all this about a month ago, but that's okay. The last few years it's been so warm well into the fall, hopefully that will help extend the growing season a bit. And if our group proves to be responsible and our gardens are successful, maybe the complex will allow us to embiggen our plots next year. The yard is literally half a city block, and nobody ever uses it. There's very little reason for them to be so restrictive.
Anyway. So that's me, up to speed. Still living at Marcy, still in love with my apartment, still at IRT for the time being. And I promise not to go missing again.
So what's been going on? First off, my job search has been put on hold. I tried to get away from theatre, but I can't. I just can't. I went on a few interviews, and the interviews alone made me feel really, really icky. Like I was settling. So I'm holding out for something within the performing arts area. There's not a lot of that around Indianapolis, so it's a matter of biding my time until something opens up. I'm not ready to leave Indy yet. Maybe I'm shortchanging myself, but anyone who has a problem with that can suck a fart out of my ass. I'm doing what feels right for me at this time.
And anyway, I'm on summer vacation now. It's time to decompress and enjoy my life while it's mine to enjoy. I go back to work on September 14, and I have a whole lot of fun coming my way.
Let's see, what else... I'm doing the online dating thing. I've tried it before, with varying degrees of success, but I'm giving it another honest shot. I'm really effing tired of being single. I've had a couple dates, neither one was a love connection, but they weren't awful. I dunno... I really would rather not have to go on an active search for someone, but the whole "love will find you when you least expect it" bullshit wasn't really working, either. And I repeat--I am really effing tired of being single. But I also don't want to just latch onto the first dude that comes along. I'd rather be single than in a relationship that isn't right. So I'm approaching it with what I think is a pretty good attitude, and it's been fun so far.
Hm... I've been slowly restocking my Etsy shop. Nobody's buying my shit. I think I need to list a lot more frequently, to keep me towards the top of the page.
AND I HAVE A GARDEN. That's right, folks, my lovely apartment complex has allowed a group of us residents to dig up a patch of dirt in the ginormous backyard. It's a very small plot, and we each only get 32 square feet, but I will not complain. My lovely dad brought down a tractor and tiller yesterday. He's the best dad ever. Honestly, who puts a tractor on a trailer and hauls it 80 miles to, as he put it, "dig a driveway," just to save his daughter and a bunch of strangers the hassle of trying to chew through 70-year-old sod with a hand tiller? My daddy, that's who. It took him about half an hour, and he and Mom bought some of my garden tools and plants for me. So a tiny part of my dream has been fulfilled--I have my very own four-by-eight-foot patch of dirt. It contains two tomatoes (one full size, one grape), one bell pepper, one cucumber (which I'm going to train up a fence panel when it starts to spread out), one row of Swiss chard, and one row of green beans. Later in the summer, I will also plant a row of kohlrabi (it likes cooler weather). I also have a couple little zinnia starts I'll transplant when they get a little bigger--they'll help keep bugs off my plants. And they're pretty. As much as I love tomatoes, the plants ain't pretty. I wish we'd been able to do all this about a month ago, but that's okay. The last few years it's been so warm well into the fall, hopefully that will help extend the growing season a bit. And if our group proves to be responsible and our gardens are successful, maybe the complex will allow us to embiggen our plots next year. The yard is literally half a city block, and nobody ever uses it. There's very little reason for them to be so restrictive.
Anyway. So that's me, up to speed. Still living at Marcy, still in love with my apartment, still at IRT for the time being. And I promise not to go missing again.