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Day 930: Temporary Catch-up
Aug. 16th, 2010 01:59 pmSo I keep slacking off on the whole journal entry dealie. These days I'm pretty sure the only person who cares is my mom, but I would like to get back into something of a regular writing schedule. I'm behind on pretty much all my online writing, which irks me to no end, but then I'll be leaving for Europe in three weeks, which means more falling behind, and...yeah. A girl can try, though, right? Trying is key. The road to hell is paved with...unbought stuffed dogs, or so says Hemingway, and I'm sticking to it.
I've also noticed that this journal has, to a point, turned into precisely the sort of journal I didn't want it to: "Dear Diary, today I woke up and had Cheerios for breakfast." I realize that's generally the point of a journal, but still. I remember in days past when I wrote glorious or funny things. Those days are gone. It might have to do with the fact that, lately, I've been perpetually sleepy. Which is freaking me out and is making me suspect someone has written my replacement into life and that when no one is looking, I will fall asleep and never wake up.
No, I don't really take myself that seriously.
Things I've learned over the past week:
1 - we are not as tough as we think we are. My parents and I took a road trip out to Nauvoo, because I'd never been and they wanted to see the sights. It was hot and humid but well worth it. We saw a brass band, a lovely musical (complete with a guy who, I kid you not, looked exactly like Bradley James, only with a good American accent and a truly lovely singing voice. Bradley, do musicals!), and some international folk dancers. All in all some excellent entertainment. We rode an old cart around the town (our horses were named, ironically, Dancer and Rambo - go figure), and we saw the sights. Those pioneers back in the day - they were tough. They did everything themselves, made it all, saved it all, reused it all. If the world were to end tomorrow, we'd all freak out because our lovely conveniences would be gone. The Amish and anyone who ever trained as a tour guide in Nauvoo would be fine - they can make rope, candles, bread, weave rugs, forge and build and do everything we let everyone else do. I must say that hanging out with SCAdians and other history nerds has left me so I've some survival skills in me. It's true, some Victorian women were all about the swooning and the getting married. Most American women of the same era? Having babies in carts out on the plains, pulling their own carts because their husbands were dead, and being all-around superwomen. Maybe women back then were oppressed, but they'd totally take women of today in a fight.
2 - I really am secretly lazy, but that whole bar thing makes it hard to be lazy without coming down with massive doses of Catholic guilt (which, apparently, you can inherit from your mother even if she was no longer Catholic by the time you came around). I spent an entire day doing nothing but reading and playing D&D and felt awful for it. I slept a lot and stayed up late and slept in, but in retrospect I also did get loads of things done. I made a list of things I need to do and when I consulted it I was surprised at how many things have already been crossed off. A few days of abject laziness were probably needed so I could adjust, but now it's back to the grindstone.
3 - I have amazing friends. I talked to Jenny on the phone, a decent long conversation until we learned that talking on the phone while driving is illegal in Washington state unless one has a hands free device (Jenny was on the road, I was just home from church). I gave her the low-down on Cody (last she heard, we'd been on our third date) and she gave me the low-down on Amsterdam and we shared laughter and amusement. On Friday night I hung out with Amber, Angela, Will, and Brielyn, playing Rock Band at Amber's place till an ungodly hour. After Brielyn left, it was just the rest of us, and it was Will's first time playing Rock Band. A bunch of lawyers/law students/law grads playing Rock Band? We rocked. Totally. I haven't had that much fun in a while...or stayed up that late. I also talked to Cody's best friend Steven while he was stranded in the airport at Boston (he was stranded because he's a nice person and gave up his seat so a family could get home) and I also talked to Cody. I talked to my girl Schuldig online (what? Schu and Nagi are girls? Wait a moment...). Also, I have the coolest friends at church. I know some of the nicest young ladies in the world, and we all gladly call each other sister.
4 - People need to tell me things. Seriously. I went to play D&D on Saturday night for the first time in a long time, and Sensei Green was there (because, remember, he is also my DM). We talked a little bit because I was early, and he once again had a laugh over the fact that red-headed Kile had a crush on me and everyone knew it long before me. Right as Sensei Green asked where "my crush" was, as Kile had vanished at the same time I had, I said I don't know, and then I turned, and there Kile was, waltzing in the door of the shop. Of course. Right on cue. Story of my life. I asked Sensei Green if he knew about Sensei Raymond (which was risky, I know). But you know what he said? He said yes! And I asked him why he didn't tell me, and he said because Sensei Raymond isn't the kind of guy I should be dating (which I know very well, thankyouverymuch), and I said I didn't want to date him, but it would've been nice before I did something stupid like...be nice to him and talk to him after class and give him my phone number (because really, apparently it's logical to everyone but me that my teacher have my number in the event that class is cancelled).
Also, I am ridiculously giddy and happy over Cody. Seriously. I think about him all the time and am generally a teenaged girl about it all. Nevertheless, I am getting useful things done, and that's what counts, right? No less than three girls have confessed to me that they are jealous that I have such a lovely boyfriend, and I'm both flattered and a bit confused, but hey, at least they're good enough friends to admit they're jealous even though what they mean is that they're happy for me.
As for the job thing...I have decided to just be unemployed for three weeks till Europe and then seek a job afterwards. After all, post-Europe I will know whether I passed the bar and other shiny things, so there you go. I will do what I need to do to get a job and there are people who will help me. Till then...I will be writing fiction and making Christmas presents and training to become a ninja. Because everyone needs hobbies.
I've also noticed that this journal has, to a point, turned into precisely the sort of journal I didn't want it to: "Dear Diary, today I woke up and had Cheerios for breakfast." I realize that's generally the point of a journal, but still. I remember in days past when I wrote glorious or funny things. Those days are gone. It might have to do with the fact that, lately, I've been perpetually sleepy. Which is freaking me out and is making me suspect someone has written my replacement into life and that when no one is looking, I will fall asleep and never wake up.
No, I don't really take myself that seriously.
Things I've learned over the past week:
1 - we are not as tough as we think we are. My parents and I took a road trip out to Nauvoo, because I'd never been and they wanted to see the sights. It was hot and humid but well worth it. We saw a brass band, a lovely musical (complete with a guy who, I kid you not, looked exactly like Bradley James, only with a good American accent and a truly lovely singing voice. Bradley, do musicals!), and some international folk dancers. All in all some excellent entertainment. We rode an old cart around the town (our horses were named, ironically, Dancer and Rambo - go figure), and we saw the sights. Those pioneers back in the day - they were tough. They did everything themselves, made it all, saved it all, reused it all. If the world were to end tomorrow, we'd all freak out because our lovely conveniences would be gone. The Amish and anyone who ever trained as a tour guide in Nauvoo would be fine - they can make rope, candles, bread, weave rugs, forge and build and do everything we let everyone else do. I must say that hanging out with SCAdians and other history nerds has left me so I've some survival skills in me. It's true, some Victorian women were all about the swooning and the getting married. Most American women of the same era? Having babies in carts out on the plains, pulling their own carts because their husbands were dead, and being all-around superwomen. Maybe women back then were oppressed, but they'd totally take women of today in a fight.
2 - I really am secretly lazy, but that whole bar thing makes it hard to be lazy without coming down with massive doses of Catholic guilt (which, apparently, you can inherit from your mother even if she was no longer Catholic by the time you came around). I spent an entire day doing nothing but reading and playing D&D and felt awful for it. I slept a lot and stayed up late and slept in, but in retrospect I also did get loads of things done. I made a list of things I need to do and when I consulted it I was surprised at how many things have already been crossed off. A few days of abject laziness were probably needed so I could adjust, but now it's back to the grindstone.
3 - I have amazing friends. I talked to Jenny on the phone, a decent long conversation until we learned that talking on the phone while driving is illegal in Washington state unless one has a hands free device (Jenny was on the road, I was just home from church). I gave her the low-down on Cody (last she heard, we'd been on our third date) and she gave me the low-down on Amsterdam and we shared laughter and amusement. On Friday night I hung out with Amber, Angela, Will, and Brielyn, playing Rock Band at Amber's place till an ungodly hour. After Brielyn left, it was just the rest of us, and it was Will's first time playing Rock Band. A bunch of lawyers/law students/law grads playing Rock Band? We rocked. Totally. I haven't had that much fun in a while...or stayed up that late. I also talked to Cody's best friend Steven while he was stranded in the airport at Boston (he was stranded because he's a nice person and gave up his seat so a family could get home) and I also talked to Cody. I talked to my girl Schuldig online (what? Schu and Nagi are girls? Wait a moment...). Also, I have the coolest friends at church. I know some of the nicest young ladies in the world, and we all gladly call each other sister.
4 - People need to tell me things. Seriously. I went to play D&D on Saturday night for the first time in a long time, and Sensei Green was there (because, remember, he is also my DM). We talked a little bit because I was early, and he once again had a laugh over the fact that red-headed Kile had a crush on me and everyone knew it long before me. Right as Sensei Green asked where "my crush" was, as Kile had vanished at the same time I had, I said I don't know, and then I turned, and there Kile was, waltzing in the door of the shop. Of course. Right on cue. Story of my life. I asked Sensei Green if he knew about Sensei Raymond (which was risky, I know). But you know what he said? He said yes! And I asked him why he didn't tell me, and he said because Sensei Raymond isn't the kind of guy I should be dating (which I know very well, thankyouverymuch), and I said I didn't want to date him, but it would've been nice before I did something stupid like...be nice to him and talk to him after class and give him my phone number (because really, apparently it's logical to everyone but me that my teacher have my number in the event that class is cancelled).
Also, I am ridiculously giddy and happy over Cody. Seriously. I think about him all the time and am generally a teenaged girl about it all. Nevertheless, I am getting useful things done, and that's what counts, right? No less than three girls have confessed to me that they are jealous that I have such a lovely boyfriend, and I'm both flattered and a bit confused, but hey, at least they're good enough friends to admit they're jealous even though what they mean is that they're happy for me.
As for the job thing...I have decided to just be unemployed for three weeks till Europe and then seek a job afterwards. After all, post-Europe I will know whether I passed the bar and other shiny things, so there you go. I will do what I need to do to get a job and there are people who will help me. Till then...I will be writing fiction and making Christmas presents and training to become a ninja. Because everyone needs hobbies.
