Ever have one of those days where you just seem really lucky? Like...you have two projects due that day, but you only get one of them done...then you park illegally (and really close to the building) and slip into the room just as the professor is starting to take the attendance. Then there ends up not being enough time in the class period to go over the project you haven't finished. Then you get to your car and there's no ticket.
After class you go to your closing shift at work, and everything is practically finished when you walk in. You're working with awesome people, and you end up getting out 15 minutes after the place closes.
I love days like that. Too bad they don't happen more often.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Some random updates
It just occurred to me that some past posts may warrant updates, so I just thought I'd throw those down while I'm thinking of it.
The Charm Bracelet - I got one for Christmas the same year I posted that entry (2005). It was given to me by two people I've never even met in person, a couple from Oregon I met on a message board. We did an online Secret Santa exchange, and they'd picked up on the charm bracelet thing, and sent me one, along with a little silver starfish charm. It's awesome and I love it. Now I just need to fill it with more charms. My mom gave me a cat charm and a shamrock charm for Christmas, but there's lots more room on it! I was browsing a charm shop online and saw some really cool ones. My birthday is in May, folks. And, not that it matters much, but Valentine's Day is next week. Surely there's a secret admirer who wants to give me one of these, no? ;-)
The Viscom project/Last semester's grades: The travel kiosk was a bomb. And not as in "the bomb," either - it was just a bomb. I ended up with a C+ in the class. BUT...I rocked that Anthro final, landed an A in that class, along with a B+ in each of my other classes. Final tally=3.24 GPA. So I still pretty much rock.
Canine Senility: Alex is getting worse. She has to be confined when I'm not home and now when I'm asleep, too. She won't eat the food in her bowl but is happy to tip the food bin over and spill it all over the floor, and she's even happier to empty my pantry of as much of its contents as possible. Last night she got into a box of spaghetti, a container of salt, a bottle of olive oil, and a box of cereal. THAT was fun to clean up off the floor. Not.
And I'm still not in love. Or maybe I'm just in denial.
The Charm Bracelet - I got one for Christmas the same year I posted that entry (2005). It was given to me by two people I've never even met in person, a couple from Oregon I met on a message board. We did an online Secret Santa exchange, and they'd picked up on the charm bracelet thing, and sent me one, along with a little silver starfish charm. It's awesome and I love it. Now I just need to fill it with more charms. My mom gave me a cat charm and a shamrock charm for Christmas, but there's lots more room on it! I was browsing a charm shop online and saw some really cool ones. My birthday is in May, folks. And, not that it matters much, but Valentine's Day is next week. Surely there's a secret admirer who wants to give me one of these, no? ;-)
The Viscom project/Last semester's grades: The travel kiosk was a bomb. And not as in "the bomb," either - it was just a bomb. I ended up with a C+ in the class. BUT...I rocked that Anthro final, landed an A in that class, along with a B+ in each of my other classes. Final tally=3.24 GPA. So I still pretty much rock.
Canine Senility: Alex is getting worse. She has to be confined when I'm not home and now when I'm asleep, too. She won't eat the food in her bowl but is happy to tip the food bin over and spill it all over the floor, and she's even happier to empty my pantry of as much of its contents as possible. Last night she got into a box of spaghetti, a container of salt, a bottle of olive oil, and a box of cereal. THAT was fun to clean up off the floor. Not.
And I'm still not in love. Or maybe I'm just in denial.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
What is my deal, anyway?
It must be a Gemini thing; you know, that whole "twins" issue. I used to say of myself "Behold the living dichotomy!" but lately I've been noticing that my life has gone beyond dichotomy and has moved into just plain chaos.
I wish I could be one of those people who is just one thing, who has set parameters and static opinions. But I'm not, and I suppose that's what makes me who I am, right? My whole life I've never been able to stick to one "image." One day I'm a hippie, the next day I'm a biker chick. Tuesday I'm a librarian and by Wednesday I'm just a scuzzy old slacker. I sometimes feel like I don't wear outfits, but rather "costumes" to reflect what kind of mood I'm in that day. This might not be so bad, but I'm 35 years old, and I sometimes dress like I'm 14. I think it has some deep-seated roots in my parents' constant squelching of my self-expression during my most formative years. Sometimes I think it has to do with my hugely diverse musical tastes. I've never been one of those people whose CD collection contains only one genre. Spend a few minutes shuffling through the playlist on my iPod and you'll hear Joni Mitchell, Henry Rollins, Tracy Chapman, Alice Donut, Ice Cube, Cake, Kool and the Gang, Laibach...you get the picture.
At nearly 36, I'm still struggling to figure out who I am. While most people my age are married (or divorced) with kids, stable jobs, established careers, and homes of their own, I'm floundering about in a sea of self-doubt and second-guesses. I often think about how different things might have been if I'd made different decisions along the way. Like, what if I'd not moved back to Buffalo? What if I'd stayed in Chicago and toughed it out? What if I'd moved to a different city? What if I'd chosen a different career path? What if I'd stood up for myself and pushed harder to explore my interest in advertising when I was in high schoo,l instead of meekly accepting that I would be what my parents wanted me to be (and then failing)?
What if I'd not done the things that led to the failure of one relationship after another (because yes, I do blame myself for many of them)? What if I'd given so-and-so a chance? What if so-and-so had given me a chance? Would I be married? Would I have kids? I've decided that, indeed, marriage and children are not my thing. But did this come about because I never got the opportunity to have them, or did I not open myself to the opportunity because I knew in my heart of hearts they weren't what I wanted?
There are so many questions and so few answers for this shit. I didn't mean for this post to become so philosophical and depressing; in fact it was supposed to be about how weird I am. Well, I guess I just reinforced that, didn't I? I promise my next post will make you laugh.
I wish I could be one of those people who is just one thing, who has set parameters and static opinions. But I'm not, and I suppose that's what makes me who I am, right? My whole life I've never been able to stick to one "image." One day I'm a hippie, the next day I'm a biker chick. Tuesday I'm a librarian and by Wednesday I'm just a scuzzy old slacker. I sometimes feel like I don't wear outfits, but rather "costumes" to reflect what kind of mood I'm in that day. This might not be so bad, but I'm 35 years old, and I sometimes dress like I'm 14. I think it has some deep-seated roots in my parents' constant squelching of my self-expression during my most formative years. Sometimes I think it has to do with my hugely diverse musical tastes. I've never been one of those people whose CD collection contains only one genre. Spend a few minutes shuffling through the playlist on my iPod and you'll hear Joni Mitchell, Henry Rollins, Tracy Chapman, Alice Donut, Ice Cube, Cake, Kool and the Gang, Laibach...you get the picture.
At nearly 36, I'm still struggling to figure out who I am. While most people my age are married (or divorced) with kids, stable jobs, established careers, and homes of their own, I'm floundering about in a sea of self-doubt and second-guesses. I often think about how different things might have been if I'd made different decisions along the way. Like, what if I'd not moved back to Buffalo? What if I'd stayed in Chicago and toughed it out? What if I'd moved to a different city? What if I'd chosen a different career path? What if I'd stood up for myself and pushed harder to explore my interest in advertising when I was in high schoo,l instead of meekly accepting that I would be what my parents wanted me to be (and then failing)?
What if I'd not done the things that led to the failure of one relationship after another (because yes, I do blame myself for many of them)? What if I'd given so-and-so a chance? What if so-and-so had given me a chance? Would I be married? Would I have kids? I've decided that, indeed, marriage and children are not my thing. But did this come about because I never got the opportunity to have them, or did I not open myself to the opportunity because I knew in my heart of hearts they weren't what I wanted?
There are so many questions and so few answers for this shit. I didn't mean for this post to become so philosophical and depressing; in fact it was supposed to be about how weird I am. Well, I guess I just reinforced that, didn't I? I promise my next post will make you laugh.
Wow, the first post of 2007!
I can't believe it's already February. It seems like just yesterday I was posting that "first post of 2006" about LePew. It's been a year!
It really is true what our parents told us all those years when we were little and so impatient for the time to pass; the older you get, the faster it flies.
(Speaking of time flying, I'd like to send out wishes for a very happy 6th wedding anniversary to my dear friends Gus and Lynne)!
Anyway, dear blogwatchers, the new semester is well underway now, and though I don't want to jinx myself, I must say it's going pretty well. My portfolio review is coming up, though, so hopefully that trend will continue. I haven't quite begun to stress out about the review yet - but talk to me in a couple weeks and I'm sure my tune will have changed!
So what's in store for the new year? Lots of stuff, I promise! I've made some resolutions, some anti-resolutions, and some changes. Expect to see some sorting of it all right here on the hallowed pages of As Planet Deedums Turns. I'm sure you can't wait.
It really is true what our parents told us all those years when we were little and so impatient for the time to pass; the older you get, the faster it flies.
(Speaking of time flying, I'd like to send out wishes for a very happy 6th wedding anniversary to my dear friends Gus and Lynne)!
Anyway, dear blogwatchers, the new semester is well underway now, and though I don't want to jinx myself, I must say it's going pretty well. My portfolio review is coming up, though, so hopefully that trend will continue. I haven't quite begun to stress out about the review yet - but talk to me in a couple weeks and I'm sure my tune will have changed!
So what's in store for the new year? Lots of stuff, I promise! I've made some resolutions, some anti-resolutions, and some changes. Expect to see some sorting of it all right here on the hallowed pages of As Planet Deedums Turns. I'm sure you can't wait.
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