Sunday afternoon. Easter. Pacific Life Open Men's Final. Productivity.
This is just about the most un-Easter Easter I've ever had. But let me tell you it's been nice. We're approaching the end of spring break, that week of the spring semester when I tend to work more hours and stress about what has to be done in the next month and a half of the semester. It's been no different this time. I got to spend a lot of time with Jedsen, which is wonderful--we hardly ever have luxurious time to together. I worked only about 24 hours this break, which is nearly half of the usual forty hour haul when I don't have the other obligation of class to pull me away. Yet, still, I'm exhausted. I haven't had any time to just be. Be be be. My chest, constantly since I can't remember when, is tight. I'm nervous. Always. I can't catch up with myself, with life, with my responsibilities.
I had a lovely day yesterday with family in Manhattan. I love my family, my extended family. My aunts. My cousins. My brother. My grandma. The only troublemaker is my mom. She didn't make trouble yesterday, just frustration and quizical expressions of absurdity on the part of everyone else. Anyway, yesterday was great--just exhausting on top of my previous exhaustion and lack of sleep. I slept in till 10:30 today. Holy cow, 10:30! I just let myself rest until I was done. That never happens. I'm still tired, still nervous, but I've managed to finish my novel for Wednesday's class early and come up with a complex, interesting paper topic for my World War I literature class. I can't tell you how good that feels: to actually finish something early, to get started on something early. Still to do? Plenty, but today's accomplishments certainly help.
Another recent obsession: online apartment searching. When I moved here last summer, I just assumed I'd stay in this same apartment for my entire duration in Lawrence. I mean, why would I move if I didn't have to? But, slowly, I have become dissatisfied with these 540 square feet. I am a lover of natural light. Of windows. Of nighttime glows. Of open windows. Here, I have old windows, patio-shaded windows, air-seeping windows, that give me zero direct sunlight. Zero. It can be the middle of the sunniest afternoon, and if I want to read in the living room, I have to turn on a light. Also, my living/dining room is all in one, is all too small, is also my office, is oh so cramped. I need more space. Also, I'm paying $530 a month (including cable/internet) plus $25 a month to have a cat. Plus, I have to pay a monthly water/trash bill of $30 and gas and electric. That's, ha, a lot. For little. Now, I have to do the math, but if I can find a bigger place with fewer utilities and fees to pay, I'm there. Granted, the best part about this place is that it's two blocks from campus: no campus parking troubles because I always walk. But, I think I'd rather have to park on campus than not be happy in my home for the next two years. I'll keep you updated. I don't want to move--I was really looking forward to not having to stress about moving for the first time in three years this summer. But I think it would be worth it if I can find a happier, sunnier place. :)
I wish it were warm. Then I could sit on my patio. At my little table and chairs.
Mardy Fish. Who knew? He's been around as long as Roddick and Blake, but he just hasn't had those breakthrough moments (other than at the 2004 Olympics). Here it is. Hopefully he can pull off the upset again and win the Pacific Life Open. Man would that be great. I like Djokovic and all, but he can win all of the Grand Slams later on if he wants.
How many mothers hate their daughter's boyfriend? How many of those same mothers instantly fall in love the boyfriend of their 14-year old neice that they've never met?
There's a Snickers in my lap.
My brother's going to prom! He's going to prom!
Look for me in Tuesday's Lawrence.com. I was interviewed about books while working at the Dusty Bookshelf. I was nervous. People assume that if you work at a bookstore you know every author and have read every book. Um, no.
I think I'm done here. I think it's on to Annie Dillard. Ah, Annie Dillard, you're amazing.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Writers at the Oscars
Yay for Cormac McCarthy! How fantastic is he?! Where's his Oscar, huh?
And YAY for Diablo Cody! Still haven't seen Juno, but I will. She's a woman. And she won for best original screenplay at the Academy Awards. Hoorah!
And YAY for Diablo Cody! Still haven't seen Juno, but I will. She's a woman. And she won for best original screenplay at the Academy Awards. Hoorah!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Golden Age
Blogging has been low on my list lately, guys. The anxiety is back in bits. The homework is back in huge helpings. The sickness finally caught up with me. The weekends have been spent in other Kansas plots.
I'm getting reading glasses. I first got glasses in third grade. My mom took me to the mall to pick out glasses after church one Sunday, and I was very excited. I had on my favorite little jumper/skort flowery outfit. Looking through the frames, I found some burgandy round ones. They matched my outfit perfectly. When they asked me what color of lenses I wanted, I thought the rose-tinted ones would complete the look.
Yes, I picked out glasses to match my outfit.
I wore them for less than a year. Basically, I needed them for reading and such, but I think I was supposed to wear them all the time (best to tell a kid that). I have excellent distance vision to this day. But, the last few years of sitting in front of the computer screen so much has caused eye strain, and it's flowed over to slight blurriness or headaches when I'm reading.
Glasses don't look good on my face. I'm glad I'm getting glasses to help, but it's going to be strange.
In the past month, I have become more invested in politics than ever before. I watch CNN every Tuesday night and watch the primary results come in. CNN predictions are exciting. My political opinions (the few I have) are usually kept to myself. I feel embarrassed promoting a candidate if I don't know every detail of every issue in case someone asks me. But I know some, and I feel good about my choice for Barack Obama. I really do. I trust him. Believe him. Admire him. And I think he needs to be president.
At first, I must admit, I was all for Hillary Clinton. Mainly because she's democrat and a woman. Wow! a woman running for president! Little did I know that another candidate would come along to make me think again about my hasty instinctual favoritism.
I even donated to his campaign. Five dollars, though. That's all I can afford. I care about what happens to this country next November. I don't want the same Republican crap going on in the White House for another four years. And that's what I understand McCain is planning on doing.
Basically, no matter who you vote for, vote! A lot of Americans don't think their vote matters. My boyfriend is one of them. I wish he'd just vote for the hell of it then, but he won't. Please please please if you care about what happens in the next few years, care what's happening now.
Right now it's supposed to be warming up to 47 degrees...but it sure doesn't look like it. It snowed again last night. Snow snow snow. Always snow this season. More than I ever remember. Spring, please.
Holy cow. I'm almost 23.
I'm getting reading glasses. I first got glasses in third grade. My mom took me to the mall to pick out glasses after church one Sunday, and I was very excited. I had on my favorite little jumper/skort flowery outfit. Looking through the frames, I found some burgandy round ones. They matched my outfit perfectly. When they asked me what color of lenses I wanted, I thought the rose-tinted ones would complete the look.
Yes, I picked out glasses to match my outfit.
I wore them for less than a year. Basically, I needed them for reading and such, but I think I was supposed to wear them all the time (best to tell a kid that). I have excellent distance vision to this day. But, the last few years of sitting in front of the computer screen so much has caused eye strain, and it's flowed over to slight blurriness or headaches when I'm reading.
Glasses don't look good on my face. I'm glad I'm getting glasses to help, but it's going to be strange.
In the past month, I have become more invested in politics than ever before. I watch CNN every Tuesday night and watch the primary results come in. CNN predictions are exciting. My political opinions (the few I have) are usually kept to myself. I feel embarrassed promoting a candidate if I don't know every detail of every issue in case someone asks me. But I know some, and I feel good about my choice for Barack Obama. I really do. I trust him. Believe him. Admire him. And I think he needs to be president.
At first, I must admit, I was all for Hillary Clinton. Mainly because she's democrat and a woman. Wow! a woman running for president! Little did I know that another candidate would come along to make me think again about my hasty instinctual favoritism.
I even donated to his campaign. Five dollars, though. That's all I can afford. I care about what happens to this country next November. I don't want the same Republican crap going on in the White House for another four years. And that's what I understand McCain is planning on doing.
Basically, no matter who you vote for, vote! A lot of Americans don't think their vote matters. My boyfriend is one of them. I wish he'd just vote for the hell of it then, but he won't. Please please please if you care about what happens in the next few years, care what's happening now.
Right now it's supposed to be warming up to 47 degrees...but it sure doesn't look like it. It snowed again last night. Snow snow snow. Always snow this season. More than I ever remember. Spring, please.
Holy cow. I'm almost 23.
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