Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego? ~ Oct 4, 06:07 PM
Like A Slug on a Salt Lick ~ Jun 8, 05:01 PM
It’s so hot, I’m Southern.
I’m on a porch in a beater chewing straw, saying things like Sho’ wish we’d get some weather. There’s an old women calling me Jasper, an a pickup truck I’ve been working on since back when they knew how to make a pickup truck.
My personal ban on air conditioning was broken today when my lovely sister and her mate brought her own unit over while I was at the conference. It’s nice. I ran it for a few hours and then turned it off. I’m hopping that won’t kill too many polar bears. You all know how I feel about my polar bears (I swear when I have free time there will be t-shirts).
Went and got Water Ice (if you aren’t from philly, Italian Ice) for dinner. I had to walk about 7 blocks for it, but it was well worth it. I’ve been having trouble finding the right summer music. Went with Guster’s new CD, and that fit pretty well. The whole album reminds me of going back to the town you grew up in, or if you had money growing up maybe the town you summered in, as barely an adult. And you think you should feel nostalgic, but wandering around in the hot sun all you feel is old and disconnected.
That pretty much sums up a lot for me right now.
I really want to dive right into some editing, but my brain hurts and my eyes are having trouble staying open.
I woke up with bags under my eyes and unable to breath through my nose which means my sinuses are acting up. Can anyone properly explain to be the difference between my allergies acting up and my sinuses acting up? Is there one?
Also if anyone out there has applied to grad school before, let me know. I’ve got some questions and it’s rapidly approaching the time I should be applying.
I’m really waffling right now between the MFA and the Ph.D and think I might leave it up to the Fates. Even as I type this though I picture them irritated by my presumption and striking me dead.
I want to post some fun writing exercises up here when I don’t feel half dead.
If I’m short on posts this week, it’s not because I don’t love you, it’s only because I need to get two more As this semester.
Oops? ~ Jan 24, 05:48 PM
Sorry this might be my first late post. then again that might be a lie. Who knows such things?
Yesterday just got away from me, as days are wont to do. —Spelling wont right the first time and I don’t think I’ve ever used the word in writing before. Then again that might be a lie too. This post is either filled with firsts or filled with lies. —
So this was the second week of school and work was chaos, but good things happened too.
I got a nice long call from Chicago today and work, that came right at the point when I was ready to try and hang myself from the recessed lighting in my office. I can’t imagine not having my own office and being able to bullshit on the phone for an hour while doing repetitive paperwork.
Martha Stewart gave Sara a brand new laptop. I know, I know, that sounds insane. Well it is, but it is also true.
I meditated with my ipod on the bus to hear it’s hidden messages. Lou Reed’s Heroin followed by Ben Harper’s The Drugs Don’t Work. I don’t mind when it doesn’t have a message for me, but when it purposely contradicts itself I get irked. then I have to pick my own theme music.
Meditational Thought for the Day
Is the stronger designer the one that defends their creation to Tim Gunn or the one that listens and alters their work based on his comments?
Talk amongst yourselves.
….
To me it seems the obvious choice is the second, but each episode I watch the majority not alter their design problems when he mentions them. And they never make it down the runway without someone noticing the exact same thing.
Defrosting Guido Stew for dinner. yum yum Italian. It’ll be a nice change of pace since I’ve been eainty breakfast almost exclusively.
Anyone know if Last. fm is working on improving their streaming radio? My playlist works great, but when I try to listen to recommendations it won’t buffer far enough in advance to make listening bearable.
wishlist ~ Dec 29, 10:16 PM
- I want speak Russian
- I want to run a razor from wrist to elbow
- I want to change my name and move somewhere where I only need five fabulous outfits, and there is no weather
- I want to quit smoking cigarettes and start smoking opium
- I want self destruction to come back in fashion
- I want to shoot someone with a potato gun
- I want someone important to show up at my door and tell me I win
- I want to find the last great mystery, and then not let anyone solve it on principle
- I want 1,200 cats
- I want to control my dreams so that I have two lives, the one here and the real one where I spend the nocturnal hours walking perpetually empty streets of Praha and talking to everyone I don’t get to talk to here
- I want to understand
- I want a jury of my peers to explain why I’m different, but they aren’t
- I want to learn mind control and then use it only on myself
- I want to give up on finding myself, only to discover I was behind the couch this entire time
- I want to know why I’m sick on my first good hair day in months
- I want to take back all those lives I’ve lived and trade them in for a hello kitty toaster and some warm cocoa
- I want a home planet
- I want a plot analysis
- I want polar bears to stop becoming extinct, and republicans who drive SUVs to begin to
- I want you to have a happy new year, if we don’t speak again before it begins
xoxox
ciao ciao — see you in Praha int he nocturnal hours.
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Bonjour! ~ Dec 9, 09:53 PM
So this is the official 1st post on my new shiny blog (previous post was a dry run).
Things you’ll notice:
The categories are not yet really up and running, mostly because I haven’t really started using them. But check back in a week, and you’ll be amazed how efficient they are. Still not sure how useful they’ll be, but I’m learning as I go.
Surviving Myself is a continuation of my Livejournal, with a more public oriented format. I’m trying to tie it all together and move forward.
Don’t forget to subscribe to the RSS feeds if you know how. For those of you in the stone age, I will be updating at least every Sunday and Wednesday to start.
Because of previously submitted issues, my poetry drafts will still be featured solely on my Livejournal — the link is to your right. Only new works I don’t plan on submitting will be posted here for samples of my own writing. So unless your committed to mediocrity, befriend me on LJ and check out what I’m working on.
So this here a sounding board for my life and my thoughts. This is my editorial on being bipolar and female and single and the most destructive force in my life.
Enjoy, I hope it’s at least half as amusing to watch as it is for me to do.