Sunday, April 12, 2009
happy Easter
Mwaahahaha. That blogging every day thing didn't work out ... nor will it. I think I am making my exit from blogging. Although my writing has improved immensely during the past two years, my needs have changed. I'll figure something out! For now, I'm in another state, staying indoors away from the cold, because my skin is ten degrees lower in temperature compared to a normal person's.
Friday, April 3, 2009
The April Project: Day Two: Clever
I'm on page eight of David Sedaris' book, Naked, and I love it already. He's odd, it's true, but his very oddity blends with his fabulous writing style to create a delicious story.
I might be on page 15 of the book, or even 20, if it weren't for a little mishap I created this morning. For some reason, noon was implanted in my head as a Very Important Time. I have a tutor meeting today (we are forced to come to school on a Friday [a Friday!!] every month just for these things), and I did not want to be late. I was ready by 11 and out the door by 11:18. Yet, as the time inched closer to 11:30, and I, standing at the bus stop with no bus in sight, was becoming nervous about being late, my brain suddenly decided to kick into gear.
My meeting was at 1 p.m.
This minor detail was verified by a quick phone call to another tutor (who'd been up late the night before, drinking, and revealed through the tone in her voice that she did not care for the interruption), and I shifted my weight from side to side as I tried to figure out what to do. Home was an eight minute walk away, and leaving is always depressing, so that option was nixed. A friend with three adorable children lived about five minutes away, but she never answers her phone, and thus another possibility was quickly terminated.
Had I mentioned it was raining? And that I'd caught something itchy in my throat that'd been held at bay by random doses of Airborne?
Nevertheless, I decided to walk five avenues. In the rain. Fighting a cold. It gave me enough time to text a friend about spring break possibilities (next week. PRAISE THE LORD.), think about random things, and even buy a birthday card for that tutor I called. Her birthday is this weekend and her party is tonight, but I'm not going. Something about getting smashed and making out with complete strangers does not appeal to me. But perhaps kids these days do other things at parties. Like eat food. Or watch movies. I haven't the slightest idea.
I beat the bus I was waiting for. I saw it pull up as I went into the store. Then, as I was leaving the store, another bus pulled up just as I walked to the bus stop. Funny.
But not as funny as David Sedaris, who I will never be as clever as. Especially if I can't even remember when a work meeting is supposed to start.
I might be on page 15 of the book, or even 20, if it weren't for a little mishap I created this morning. For some reason, noon was implanted in my head as a Very Important Time. I have a tutor meeting today (we are forced to come to school on a Friday [a Friday!!] every month just for these things), and I did not want to be late. I was ready by 11 and out the door by 11:18. Yet, as the time inched closer to 11:30, and I, standing at the bus stop with no bus in sight, was becoming nervous about being late, my brain suddenly decided to kick into gear.
My meeting was at 1 p.m.
This minor detail was verified by a quick phone call to another tutor (who'd been up late the night before, drinking, and revealed through the tone in her voice that she did not care for the interruption), and I shifted my weight from side to side as I tried to figure out what to do. Home was an eight minute walk away, and leaving is always depressing, so that option was nixed. A friend with three adorable children lived about five minutes away, but she never answers her phone, and thus another possibility was quickly terminated.
Had I mentioned it was raining? And that I'd caught something itchy in my throat that'd been held at bay by random doses of Airborne?
Nevertheless, I decided to walk five avenues. In the rain. Fighting a cold. It gave me enough time to text a friend about spring break possibilities (next week. PRAISE THE LORD.), think about random things, and even buy a birthday card for that tutor I called. Her birthday is this weekend and her party is tonight, but I'm not going. Something about getting smashed and making out with complete strangers does not appeal to me. But perhaps kids these days do other things at parties. Like eat food. Or watch movies. I haven't the slightest idea.
I beat the bus I was waiting for. I saw it pull up as I went into the store. Then, as I was leaving the store, another bus pulled up just as I walked to the bus stop. Funny.
But not as funny as David Sedaris, who I will never be as clever as. Especially if I can't even remember when a work meeting is supposed to start.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
I had some wine
It's been forever and a day since the last time I posted, and it's always my luck that I leave something on an awkward note. I feel like awkward has charactered my life for the past-- hmm, 11 years or so, and instead of developing more confidence, I only develop more awkwardness.
Life continues, nevertheless, and plenty has happened and will continue to happen. I only hope that my writing will continue to improve. Since the beginning of March, I've done badly on papers and tests, grown frustrated with students who don't do their preparation work, been a bridesmaid, turned down a request from a guy who 'wanted to get to know me better,' moved to another apartment, experienced the occasional freak out over my future, experienced the successful publication of at least three college newspaper issues, started to write more stories, and thought wistfully about drawing more.
I am going to try to post every day this month -- going to try to see if I can discipline myself -- and force myself to practice writing. I wish I weren't as horribly insecure as I am, because then I could just say, this is how I am, deal with it biotches, but I know I can always improve.
Anyway, I'm not even sure if any of this made any sense at all, but the month of April for me isn't about making sense but trying to enforce discipline.
I'm not sure how far I'll get because Spring Break starts next week, my sisters are coming to visit me, and although I have all sorts of grandiose plans for doing homework and organizing my life, I'm sure none of it will get done.
Life continues, nevertheless, and plenty has happened and will continue to happen. I only hope that my writing will continue to improve. Since the beginning of March, I've done badly on papers and tests, grown frustrated with students who don't do their preparation work, been a bridesmaid, turned down a request from a guy who 'wanted to get to know me better,' moved to another apartment, experienced the occasional freak out over my future, experienced the successful publication of at least three college newspaper issues, started to write more stories, and thought wistfully about drawing more.
I am going to try to post every day this month -- going to try to see if I can discipline myself -- and force myself to practice writing. I wish I weren't as horribly insecure as I am, because then I could just say, this is how I am, deal with it biotches, but I know I can always improve.
Anyway, I'm not even sure if any of this made any sense at all, but the month of April for me isn't about making sense but trying to enforce discipline.
I'm not sure how far I'll get because Spring Break starts next week, my sisters are coming to visit me, and although I have all sorts of grandiose plans for doing homework and organizing my life, I'm sure none of it will get done.
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