Yikes.
I guess it's been awhile.
Sorry, all both of you who read this. I'm sure you were up at night as a result.
New updates in my world since last I posted--
-- My mother informed me that she asks Jesus every day to find me a good Christian man. I don't know about all of you, but I personally was a little creeped out by that statement. If heaven is something like that scene in "Angels in America" where God is supported by a whole flock of angelic secretaries at desks, you just know that up there some poor schlump is going "oy, it's THAT lady praying again."
In conclusion, yes, I find that weird.
-- I'm ready for a vacation. What's new.
-- I had a few days of vacation and didn't quite know what to do with myself. (I mean, I figured it out. I essentially squandered them on Christmas shopping, drinking, wandering around, and watching "Weeds" in my pajamas....) but it still felt like something wasn't quite right. Like since I wasn't running around in a freaking panic, it meant that something was wrong... which probably just says things about my life that I'm not ready to admit to anybody just yet.
--I wrote Christmas cards to a whole bunch of people, and then promptly second-guessed my Christmas-card listmaking skills. What if I send this to someone whom I thought was perfectly marvelous and lovely even if I didn't know them particularly well, and while I think I'm being charming and reaching out to acknowledge a friendship, they think "wow, what a crazy stalker." Or worse, think "oh, shit, now I'm obligated to mail something to THAT girl..." The same applies to gifts. I wish there was some way of consolidating who gives who what, when, and how much money. I know the basics are pretty obvious, but co-workers? Roommates? Those friends that are totally your friends and they're great and you hang out but they're not the sort you call at 3 am when you think you might have done something monumentally stupid and you need someone to slap you into sense again? Are you supposed to buy them something? If so, how much? And for a poor college student who doesn't have the time to do homemade things anymore nor the cash to give really cool finds, just what, if anything, are you supposed to buy?
Anyways, if someone could clear that up for me, it would be much appreciated.
-- Capture the flag. What a great game. I ran around campus like an idiot the other night with my tiger stripes and game face on. Unfortunately, that brought about my next point:
--OW. I am out of shape. From two or so hours of running around like an idiot, I was sore the next day. Which is really shocking and sad and I need to do something about it. Yet I'm still planning on making Christmas cookies this year. Help.
-- In conclusion: this wasn't a very together entry, I guess, was it? I sort of rattled on about a lot of unrelated things. Oh, well, readership.... better luck next month....?
2 comments:
Awesome! That was a scary and creepy comment. I think lots of people feel that way about Christmas cards, but really, I think it's a nice gesture that is sure to be appreciated. If people think that is creepy, then they are too easily creeped out. As for the Christmas gift dilemma, well, one good answer is gift cards! I'm sure a comedian has made a joke saying that gift cards show you care - but you don't care that much. Or, a simpler solution would to not give presents to anyone and say "That's not what the season is about! We're too materialistic as it is, can't we just spend some time trying to be good and kind to one another just because?! So, um, what'd you get me?"
If you don't want those Christmas cookies I'll take them.
I think there should be a continuous game of capture the flag everywhere you go, so if you want you can just join in. No matter where you are or what's going on, there would always be a game to join.
Uh oh, my comment is too long! Hope you're relaxing while you relax.
for some reason I thought of you when I read this.
Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame
some dogs who sleep
At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
rotten
past, and
you finally got
out
by dying,
leaving me with the
rotten
present;
you've been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
life;
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
carped
nonsensically about
nonsense;
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here's a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about.
Charles Bukowski
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