What a day, what a day. I laughed, I cried, and then I laughed some more. As most of you know, Becky is staying with me this week, and try as I might to avoid it, I'm pretty sure it's going to be an emotional week. I think I've done pretty well so far. Becky has been my best friend for probably about four years now and this morning during the church send off was the first time I cried, but now that I let it happen, I'm pretty sure it's going to be happening on and off all week. But the week will be an opportunity for us to fully enjoy (and annoy :P) each other. So far this is what we've done:
*Becky had her garage sale and I bought some of her stuff (we really do have similar taste)
*We went to Cafe de Thai for lunch yesterday with Mary (and ate the leftovers today)
*We made a very tasty dinner at my house last night after which
*We went to the Chocolate Bar
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*We went to church where I cried, and Becky laughed at me for crying (not in a mean way, just the awwwww look, Jeni's crying again sort of way...)
*We went to the Hillary Clinton event at Hug High (it was really weird being there again...) more on that at the end of the post. I feel somewhat obligated to blog about it for reasons I will tell ya'll about later if you ask me about it in person...
*We watched Click
*We went to Winco for groceries
*We came back, made another tasty dinner, and watched The Amazing Race and Desperate Housewives. (I know, it's awful)
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And this is the part where I'm supposed to be going to bed because I work at 7:30 am, but I don't usually go to bed until 11pm anyway, so I still have about 30 min.
And now for my three main thoughts on the Hillary Clinton event:
1. People are really dumb. I know this is a cruel generalization, but it is an unfortunate truth. A couple examples of why people are so dumb:
*They will do the most nonsensical things to get themselves noticed and/or on television. The first person who spoke after the floor was opened up for questions told a long and drawn out story that didn't really result in a question at all. It was a sob story in which he complained about his 60,000 dollars in student loans because he couldn't find a job as a music teacher. I understand that student loans suck, but seriously, if you're going to ask a question, just ask it. And don't blame the "rising cost of education" for your 60,000 dollar student loan. You could have gotten an equally useless degree in music education in state for MUCH less money. (I'm such a jerk, aren't I?)
*When they hear a "promise" being made by a politician they scream and jump for joy as though this promise is already beginning to come true. Perhaps I'm a bit cynical, but I think that jumping for joy over a mere suggestion is a bit ridiculous.
*They will loudly voice their opinions even though those opinions are completely misdirected. When the war in Iraq came up, there were several people who started yelling, "where are the weapons?" I understand that not everyone supports the war, but yelling "where are the weapons" at Hillary Clinton will solve absolutely nothing unless of course it turns out that she does indeed know where the weapons are.
*One woman asked if she could have Hillary's word that if she was elected that she would never lie to the public. How dense do you have to be to think that is possibly? Once again, this may be my cynicism again, but I tend to believe the popular House-ism "Everybody Lies". Not one person can say that they will NEVER lie.
2. I am very amused by the fact that all of the political paraphanalia associated with Hillary's campaign says just "Hillary". Becky suggested that this may be to make her seem more personable. I can see that side of it, but I also think they're trying to keep her from being too strongly associated to the name "Clinton" because of Bill's lies. Not that his are any worse than anyone else's, but some people will never forgive or overlook that. I think they want people to forget that she's married to him--that perhaps she has less of a chance if people are constantly reminded of that fact by having that name "Clinton" all over the place as constant reminders of her husband's indiscretions.
3. I think she made a VERY big mistake when the sugject of immigration came up. A kid in the audience asked what was going to happen with immigration. She basically said we need to keep better track of the illegals, we need to protect the border, we need to hold business accountable for hiring undocumented workers. Blah blah blah the usual. And then the mistake begins. We need to send our neighbors to the south a clear message that they need to start creating their own jobs. They need to learn English when they are here. CRASH The cheers toward that one were severely muted compared to many of the other things she spoke about. I understand the purpose of the statement in terms of trying to gather middle class Nevada votes, but it was completely inappropriate given the audience. If you're holding an open forum at the GSR, sure go ahead and say that. When you're speaking at Hug High School, where a large part of the student body is Hispanic, don't go bashing "our neighbors to the south". It's not a matter of whether what she said is right or wrong--it's a matter of considering one's audience and I really don't think she did when she gave that answer. It doesn't really do any good to win over the middle class white folks of Nevada if you alienate the Hispanic population because they are a growing part of the Nevada voting population.
I know. I bet ya'll are shocked. You never thought I would post anything about politics. (I probably wouldn't have gone if Becky hadn't been going, but I'm glad I did. I got some good laughs out of the experience and heard some good and bad arguments.) How controversial. Okay, but seriously. Hopefully this will spark some conversation. Please no downright unsupported bashing. Supported arguments and discussions would be great, though. Have fun and enjoy.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
And now for something FUN!
1. Go to google.com.
2. Click on Maps.
3. Click on Get Directions.
4. From: New York, New York.
5. To: Paris, France.
6. Then, read line #23.
7. Laugh.
8. Repost.
2. Click on Maps.
3. Click on Get Directions.
4. From: New York, New York.
5. To: Paris, France.
6. Then, read line #23.
7. Laugh.
8. Repost.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
To go or not to go...
Coming this August is going to be the Hug High School class of '97 ten year reunion. For the last eight years I've been swearing that if by some miracle we ended up having a reunion, I absolutely, positively would not go. I didn't really put a whole lot of thought into it, because I was pretty sure it wouldn't happen, seeing that our class officers that year were stoners. (Okay, so I was naive to not realize that practically EVERYONE is a stoner in high school... Even the band geeks.) At any rate, it turns out that we ARE having a reunion, and it is being planned by someone who was NOT a class officer (or a stoner) and whom I was fairly good friends with in middle school and high school. So now I'm kind of wondering if I should go, to see those people that I did consider my friends in high school and see if we can actually have adult friendships. There are a few reasons that I would like to go, and a lot of reasons I could easily talk myself out of it. The reasons TO go are bigger, while the reasons not to are kind of petty. Here's kind of a breakdown of some of the pros and cons (hopefully you get a good laugh out of how completely ridiculous I am):
PROS
*I would have the opportunity to reconnect with the few actual friends I had from my graduating class, most of whom I have not seen for at least five years.
*I would get to find out what's going on in the lives of the people that I grew up with--not so much the high school crowd, but the one's that I experienced K-12 with-- the Lemmon Valley crowd.
*I would have the opportunity to meet/reconnect with guys my age, some of whom (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE) could be single.
*It would be a night guaranteed not to be spent at home, which is always a plus for me...
CONS
*There are a lot of people from my class that were just downright mean and I'd rather not see them again. (Hopefully adulthood has changed them, but I have my doubts...)
*I have not had a boyfriend in over eight years (by that time it will be almost nine) and aside from sounding downright pathetic (though I'm happy to be single if it means waiting for the right one) there is the matter that my last boyfriend was a member of my graduating class, and the last time that I saw him he got it into his head that I hadn't had another boyfriend because I was still heartbroken over him--he told all of his friends from our class that this was the case. I picture the whole thing just being an awkward situation...
*I feel the whole purpose of going to a reunion is to brag about our successes, and while I know that this shouldn't be important to me, I feel like I don't really have any success to brag about. My job is average, nothing special, I'm still single, I have no kids, and I still haven't done the one thing that I've ALWAYS wanted to do (write a book). I know I have successes in God's eyes, but those things don't count at class reunions.
The moral of the story is, I know that I'm being kind of stupid in my reasons that I don't want to go--but I'd kind of like to get an idea of what ya'll think of class reunions and whether they're worthwhile...
PROS
*I would have the opportunity to reconnect with the few actual friends I had from my graduating class, most of whom I have not seen for at least five years.
*I would get to find out what's going on in the lives of the people that I grew up with--not so much the high school crowd, but the one's that I experienced K-12 with-- the Lemmon Valley crowd.
*I would have the opportunity to meet/reconnect with guys my age, some of whom (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE) could be single.
*It would be a night guaranteed not to be spent at home, which is always a plus for me...
CONS
*There are a lot of people from my class that were just downright mean and I'd rather not see them again. (Hopefully adulthood has changed them, but I have my doubts...)
*I have not had a boyfriend in over eight years (by that time it will be almost nine) and aside from sounding downright pathetic (though I'm happy to be single if it means waiting for the right one) there is the matter that my last boyfriend was a member of my graduating class, and the last time that I saw him he got it into his head that I hadn't had another boyfriend because I was still heartbroken over him--he told all of his friends from our class that this was the case. I picture the whole thing just being an awkward situation...
*I feel the whole purpose of going to a reunion is to brag about our successes, and while I know that this shouldn't be important to me, I feel like I don't really have any success to brag about. My job is average, nothing special, I'm still single, I have no kids, and I still haven't done the one thing that I've ALWAYS wanted to do (write a book). I know I have successes in God's eyes, but those things don't count at class reunions.
The moral of the story is, I know that I'm being kind of stupid in my reasons that I don't want to go--but I'd kind of like to get an idea of what ya'll think of class reunions and whether they're worthwhile...
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Life beyond the Evil K (a quick update)
So, as ya'll know, yesterday was my last day at the Evil K. It has been a long couple of weeks, but it's good to finally be finished. Every day that I worked since the day that I put in my notice was like an affirmation that it was time to leave. My manager, while being sugary sweet to my face, said some not very nice things behind my back from what I've heard. This is no surprise. I expected it, but I am glad to be finished with it.
The new job is going well. It's still training for another four weeks. I'm picking things up quickly, which makes things a little boring sometimes, but that's okay. Today was my first day coming home and staying home after my new job. It's been kind of a lazy day. I watched about six episodes of Saved by the Bell on DVD (yeah, I know I'm a dork) and I'm just waiting for 8pm so that I can watch American Idol. And then to bed at a decent hour (at last!) and 7 hours of sleep.
So, that's my update for now. Thanks for stopping by! He he he!
The new job is going well. It's still training for another four weeks. I'm picking things up quickly, which makes things a little boring sometimes, but that's okay. Today was my first day coming home and staying home after my new job. It's been kind of a lazy day. I watched about six episodes of Saved by the Bell on DVD (yeah, I know I'm a dork) and I'm just waiting for 8pm so that I can watch American Idol. And then to bed at a decent hour (at last!) and 7 hours of sleep.
So, that's my update for now. Thanks for stopping by! He he he!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
What a funny guy!
Yeah, that's God I'm talking about. He really is one funny guy. And I'm sure you're all wondering WHY I say that he's a funny guy. Let me explain: So, Saturday, as you know by now I received a letter by e-mail saying that I had not received the job that I interviewed for. I was kind of upset, but I didn't get terribly upset because I almost knew it was coming. I told myself things to make it okay, like telling myself that this would just be a good time to go back to school since I'm working swing shift. I coaxed myself into being content and spent the next two days at work trying to make myself like it again, trying to come up with ways to make my workplace better (which by the way is mostly lip service, because the problem people NEVER change).
So anyway, this morning (and this is the reason I'm awake at this absurdly normal hour) I received a phone call at 8:45 am. I looked at the phone, I didn't recognized the number (it was from Colorado) and so I didn't answer. When I listened to the message, it turns out that it was someone from the place where I interviewed and asked me to call them back. I called back right away, and they said that they were calling to offer me the job at A DOLLAR MORE PER HOUR that what I had been told, which is more money than I am making now! So naturally, I told them that yes, I would like to accept the job working Monday through Friday 8-4 with holidays and weekends off and MORE MONEY THAN I'M MAKING NOW!
Now comes the hard part. I have to go put in my notice at the Evil K. 9 out of the other 10 people in the store will be happy for me. The one person who matters (my manager) will be very upset and very vicious. She will talk about me behind my back, she will try to talk me out of it, she will accuse me of being selfish and she will not care about any of the reasons why I might be happier at this new job. So, needless to say, I am a little bit nervous about this whole situation. And then, after I put in my notice, I immediately have to ask her for a favor and request to not start until 4pm all of next week plus the following Tuesday and Wednesday. I do not see this ending well and I am terrified that I will be forced to quit without proper notice, which I do not want to do.
If you read this before about noon, please pray that this interaction would go well and that my manager would be receptive to my reasons as well as my request to start an hour later for six of my remaining eleven work days.
Edit: This does not mean that I'm giving up on preparing for a career. I still intend to start taking classes again as soon as possible, and hopefully will be able to get tuition reimbursement this time around!
So anyway, this morning (and this is the reason I'm awake at this absurdly normal hour) I received a phone call at 8:45 am. I looked at the phone, I didn't recognized the number (it was from Colorado) and so I didn't answer. When I listened to the message, it turns out that it was someone from the place where I interviewed and asked me to call them back. I called back right away, and they said that they were calling to offer me the job at A DOLLAR MORE PER HOUR that what I had been told, which is more money than I am making now! So naturally, I told them that yes, I would like to accept the job working Monday through Friday 8-4 with holidays and weekends off and MORE MONEY THAN I'M MAKING NOW!
Now comes the hard part. I have to go put in my notice at the Evil K. 9 out of the other 10 people in the store will be happy for me. The one person who matters (my manager) will be very upset and very vicious. She will talk about me behind my back, she will try to talk me out of it, she will accuse me of being selfish and she will not care about any of the reasons why I might be happier at this new job. So, needless to say, I am a little bit nervous about this whole situation. And then, after I put in my notice, I immediately have to ask her for a favor and request to not start until 4pm all of next week plus the following Tuesday and Wednesday. I do not see this ending well and I am terrified that I will be forced to quit without proper notice, which I do not want to do.
If you read this before about noon, please pray that this interaction would go well and that my manager would be receptive to my reasons as well as my request to start an hour later for six of my remaining eleven work days.
Edit: This does not mean that I'm giving up on preparing for a career. I still intend to start taking classes again as soon as possible, and hopefully will be able to get tuition reimbursement this time around!
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Changing Directions
I should be sleeping right now, but once again, I find myself awake and restless. I got a rejection letter today in my e-mail for the job that I interviewed for. I knew on Tuesday that I wasn't going to get the job--not because of anything I did or didn't do in the interview and not for lack of qualifications but because it's just another job. I've been feeling for a while that God wants me to have more than just another job. He wants me to have career. The trouble of it is, it's near impossible to find a career with a degree in English. I guess that's what I get for basing my degree on my passion rather than on my gifts.
I have always loved writing. I have always been great at spelling and grammar--my mother had me revising her letters and other documents when I was in second grade. But that is more of an obsession than a gift. Things just bug me if they're not correct. My real strong point all through school was math. It was the ONLY subject I always had an A in (except middle school when I just didn't get A's, period even though I was on the Math Counts team, which was the middle school equivalent of mathletes. Shut up, I know I'm a nerd). But in high school, despite getting A's without ever studying, I chickened out. I had a friend who failed Trig the year I was in Algebra 3/4 and I chickened out. For some reason I had it in my mind that she was smarter than me and so if she couldn't pass Trig, then I shouldn't even bother. Stupid, I know, but confidence has never been my strong point. Even the fact that the college of Engineering at UNR was trying to recruit me indirectly all through high school because of my math scores didn't convince me that I was smart enough to do it. Besides, my passion was writing, and everyone knows that passion should be the most important factor in determining a college major, right? I mean, since I never wanted to be anything but a writer, isn't it only logical that I should ask myself, "What does one do with a passion for writing (and a passion for theatre)?"
Recently, I have begun to realize that our gifts aren't always our passions. It's kind of depressing for me, but it is a reality. For years I've been trying to fight against the fact that no matter how much passion I have for words, numbers come more easily for me. The most recent example of this I can give you is my GRE (Graduate Record Exam). I took the exam when I was thinking of going to Nashville to get a Masters in Creative Writing. I spent three times longer studying for the verbal portion of the exam as I did for the math since that was the area that I needed to score higher in. I had not taken a math class for 7 years prior to the exam. And then my results come back and I scored better in math than I did on the verbal or the writing portion. After being out of practice for 7 years!
This is very difficult to admit, but the tragic reality is that despite my efforts to deny it, writing is not my gift. Yes, it is my passion, my joy and a way for me to relax and unwind, but it is not my gift. This is not to say I am not good at writing, because I hope I am--but I have had to work very hard on it to get to where I am.
So, if you're still here, reading my rambling, you're probably wondering where I'm going with this. I keep trying to find a reason why God would want me to continue working a schedule where I am isolated, but I haven't found one. I've been promised by my manager that it's going to change soon, but part of me knows that it's not. God kind of put a bug in my ear that this might be a time to try to work on a career for myself. So the plan right now is as follows:
1. Finish paying off my last credit card (only about $1000 to go).
2. Save money to start taking classes.
3. Visit UNR Admissions and Records to see what I need to do to start taking classes again.
4. Take Math 128 through Independent Learning as kind of a refresher/brush up/whatever.
5. Take Calculus to see if I can handle it and see where that takes me.
I swear I have not gone crazy. The problem is that I need to find a career that is going to be challenging for me. I get extremely bored and irritated with doing the EXACT same thing EVERY SINGLE DAY. There has to be room to constantly be learning new things. I have reason to believe that this is why God has kept me at the Evil K for so long. Despite all of the really irritating customers who think they should get their stuff for free and the corporate greed that never seems to end, the job itself is actually somewhat enjoyable. Since we offer so many different services, and since the technology is always changing, there is always something new to learn. It never gets stale. My reason for wanting to leave the Evil K could never be because I have nothing left to learn, because that would never happen. All the same, I still REALLY don't like my schedule, but I suppose I might as well take advantage of it and work on some classes. At least then I will actually see other humans during the day.
I have always loved writing. I have always been great at spelling and grammar--my mother had me revising her letters and other documents when I was in second grade. But that is more of an obsession than a gift. Things just bug me if they're not correct. My real strong point all through school was math. It was the ONLY subject I always had an A in (except middle school when I just didn't get A's, period even though I was on the Math Counts team, which was the middle school equivalent of mathletes. Shut up, I know I'm a nerd). But in high school, despite getting A's without ever studying, I chickened out. I had a friend who failed Trig the year I was in Algebra 3/4 and I chickened out. For some reason I had it in my mind that she was smarter than me and so if she couldn't pass Trig, then I shouldn't even bother. Stupid, I know, but confidence has never been my strong point. Even the fact that the college of Engineering at UNR was trying to recruit me indirectly all through high school because of my math scores didn't convince me that I was smart enough to do it. Besides, my passion was writing, and everyone knows that passion should be the most important factor in determining a college major, right? I mean, since I never wanted to be anything but a writer, isn't it only logical that I should ask myself, "What does one do with a passion for writing (and a passion for theatre)?"
Recently, I have begun to realize that our gifts aren't always our passions. It's kind of depressing for me, but it is a reality. For years I've been trying to fight against the fact that no matter how much passion I have for words, numbers come more easily for me. The most recent example of this I can give you is my GRE (Graduate Record Exam). I took the exam when I was thinking of going to Nashville to get a Masters in Creative Writing. I spent three times longer studying for the verbal portion of the exam as I did for the math since that was the area that I needed to score higher in. I had not taken a math class for 7 years prior to the exam. And then my results come back and I scored better in math than I did on the verbal or the writing portion. After being out of practice for 7 years!
This is very difficult to admit, but the tragic reality is that despite my efforts to deny it, writing is not my gift. Yes, it is my passion, my joy and a way for me to relax and unwind, but it is not my gift. This is not to say I am not good at writing, because I hope I am--but I have had to work very hard on it to get to where I am.
So, if you're still here, reading my rambling, you're probably wondering where I'm going with this. I keep trying to find a reason why God would want me to continue working a schedule where I am isolated, but I haven't found one. I've been promised by my manager that it's going to change soon, but part of me knows that it's not. God kind of put a bug in my ear that this might be a time to try to work on a career for myself. So the plan right now is as follows:
1. Finish paying off my last credit card (only about $1000 to go).
2. Save money to start taking classes.
3. Visit UNR Admissions and Records to see what I need to do to start taking classes again.
4. Take Math 128 through Independent Learning as kind of a refresher/brush up/whatever.
5. Take Calculus to see if I can handle it and see where that takes me.
I swear I have not gone crazy. The problem is that I need to find a career that is going to be challenging for me. I get extremely bored and irritated with doing the EXACT same thing EVERY SINGLE DAY. There has to be room to constantly be learning new things. I have reason to believe that this is why God has kept me at the Evil K for so long. Despite all of the really irritating customers who think they should get their stuff for free and the corporate greed that never seems to end, the job itself is actually somewhat enjoyable. Since we offer so many different services, and since the technology is always changing, there is always something new to learn. It never gets stale. My reason for wanting to leave the Evil K could never be because I have nothing left to learn, because that would never happen. All the same, I still REALLY don't like my schedule, but I suppose I might as well take advantage of it and work on some classes. At least then I will actually see other humans during the day.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Waiting
As some of you know because of my last minute e-mail, I had a job interview yesterday. As far as I know, it went pretty well and they said that they will let me know before the end of the week. I was really praying that I would hear today, because they would need me to start on the 26th, which means that if I got the job, I would have to work at both jobs during that week. The sooner they let me know, the less days I would have to do that. So, after the interview experience, I got another reason to leave the Evil K. Last night I worked a 14 hour shift, getting home at 5 am, just fueling my desire to escape there as soon as possible. I am so nervous, because I really don't know how much longer I can handle the Evil K situation. Please pray that I would hear back about the potential new job TODAY. Love you all!
Saturday, February 10, 2007
My Useless Degree
After reading through the blogs a few minutes ago, I found myself almost resentful of some people. After three and a half years, my degree is still useless. It makes me bitter. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy for all of the people fortunate enough to be able to use their degrees, to benefit from having spent $20,000 on a college education, but some part of me can't help but ask when will it be my turn.
Right now I'm sorting through jobs, trying to find something that wouldn't involve a serious pay cut, but that would give me a normal schedule. I am so tired of being isolated from everyone because I made a mistake. I know now that I should have never started working swing shift. I know that it was a mistake to take the job because of the money. But how long do I have to be stuck in this? I know that God does not want me to be isolated, and yet here I am, still stuck in a job with a schedule that makes me miserable. Why? I can't figure it out. I just know that I can't deal with anymore nights where I don't get home until 3:30 in the morning. On Thursday night/Friday morning when I called my mom to let her know I was home safe, she was just about to get out of bed to START her day, and mine was just ending. I did receive the opportunity to take an evaluation for a job that I recently applied for. Hopefully I did well and they will be calling me soon for an interview. That is all I can pray for. That is all that will get me through this week at work--the hope that I will soon escape. I know it sounds melodramatic, but I've been too isolated for too long.
The positives of the new job that I'm hoping I get: M-F 8-4 schedule with holidays off. Less expensive insurance with no waiting period. Reimbursement for a gym membership after working there for six months. Overtime is entirely voluntary rather than necessary to doing one's job well. It is still within walking distance of my new apartment. Abundant opportunities for promotion--no chance of topping out soon.
The negatives: It would be a 66 cent per hour pay cut to start. It is a desk job, which I've never worked before, so hopefully I wouldn't be bored. Yeah, that's about it for the negatives.
Please pray that things would start to work out for me soon--that something would change to get me out of this isolation.
Right now I'm sorting through jobs, trying to find something that wouldn't involve a serious pay cut, but that would give me a normal schedule. I am so tired of being isolated from everyone because I made a mistake. I know now that I should have never started working swing shift. I know that it was a mistake to take the job because of the money. But how long do I have to be stuck in this? I know that God does not want me to be isolated, and yet here I am, still stuck in a job with a schedule that makes me miserable. Why? I can't figure it out. I just know that I can't deal with anymore nights where I don't get home until 3:30 in the morning. On Thursday night/Friday morning when I called my mom to let her know I was home safe, she was just about to get out of bed to START her day, and mine was just ending. I did receive the opportunity to take an evaluation for a job that I recently applied for. Hopefully I did well and they will be calling me soon for an interview. That is all I can pray for. That is all that will get me through this week at work--the hope that I will soon escape. I know it sounds melodramatic, but I've been too isolated for too long.
The positives of the new job that I'm hoping I get: M-F 8-4 schedule with holidays off. Less expensive insurance with no waiting period. Reimbursement for a gym membership after working there for six months. Overtime is entirely voluntary rather than necessary to doing one's job well. It is still within walking distance of my new apartment. Abundant opportunities for promotion--no chance of topping out soon.
The negatives: It would be a 66 cent per hour pay cut to start. It is a desk job, which I've never worked before, so hopefully I wouldn't be bored. Yeah, that's about it for the negatives.
Please pray that things would start to work out for me soon--that something would change to get me out of this isolation.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Now that I have a working computer again...
I am finally able to give an update of life in the new apartment. I am enjoying having the place to myself and not having to worry about waking someone up if I want a midnight snack. I have been cooking much more and have actually been eating three meals a day, which is something I haven't been doing for quite a while.
Today I had a moment that felt just like my life should be. Mind you, it was just a moment, but it was nice. I walked to the Evil K to print out the fifty pages that I wrote during my vacation a year and a half ago so that I can edit it and make it something usable. After that was done I walked over to Starbucks and bought a coffee and then walked home. As I was walking home I just felt like that represents what I want my life to be. So I don't always feel like my life is what I want it to be, but on a productive day like today, I feel good about my life. I'm hoping that the "loving my life" moments become more frequent this year, because I'm much more productive when I'm content.
Today I had a moment that felt just like my life should be. Mind you, it was just a moment, but it was nice. I walked to the Evil K to print out the fifty pages that I wrote during my vacation a year and a half ago so that I can edit it and make it something usable. After that was done I walked over to Starbucks and bought a coffee and then walked home. As I was walking home I just felt like that represents what I want my life to be. So I don't always feel like my life is what I want it to be, but on a productive day like today, I feel good about my life. I'm hoping that the "loving my life" moments become more frequent this year, because I'm much more productive when I'm content.
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