Thursday, April 21, 2005
It’s a miserable existence hating what you do and not knowing what you could do so that you can be happy. Yesterday Johnny K told me I could quit my job but I wouldn’t be able to complain about the fact that I had nothing and could get nothing. For a brief moment I reveled in the idea of being able to "find myself" without the burden of a nine to fiver but not even I could live in that delusion for very long because there’s always an fucking asterisk – too much fine print to even pretend.
For the past few weeks I have been riding the, what to do with my life pendulum and goddamn it’s driving me mad, so today I studied the Art Institute’s website for a good while telling myself that this is the most logical option. I was looking in every nook and cranny for some tell tale sign that they welcome "non traditional" students with open arms and none of their admission requirements would apply because I have "life experience". Much to my chagrin no said nook nor cranny was ever located and when I came across some regulation requiring parental consent for underage students, well, thirty-one began to sound like eighty-one and I wanted to crawl into a little ball and hide in the bottom drawer of my fire proof file cabinet.
So I told myself to fuck off and I made an appointment with an admissions counselor.
For the past few weeks I have been riding the, what to do with my life pendulum and goddamn it’s driving me mad, so today I studied the Art Institute’s website for a good while telling myself that this is the most logical option. I was looking in every nook and cranny for some tell tale sign that they welcome "non traditional" students with open arms and none of their admission requirements would apply because I have "life experience". Much to my chagrin no said nook nor cranny was ever located and when I came across some regulation requiring parental consent for underage students, well, thirty-one began to sound like eighty-one and I wanted to crawl into a little ball and hide in the bottom drawer of my fire proof file cabinet.
So I told myself to fuck off and I made an appointment with an admissions counselor.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
~ Our vacation pictures are finally ready for viewing
~ I have been feeling a bit unremarkable as of late and with the end of an exciting vacation and the anxiety of the little one’s surgery receding, there is nothing left in my basket to exploit. I’m trying to come to terms with my unadorned lifestyle and trying to find great joy in hardwood floors, sile stone counter tops, colorful tile back splashes and stainless steel kitchen appliances.
~ When I went to fetch the little one from school yesterday I had an amusing conversation with two little girls in his after school program.
Ally: (Running up to me in cheerful glee throwing her arms around my waist) DOOUUULLLEEEUUURR!!!!!!
Me: Hi Ally! How have you been?
Ally: (Arms still wrapped around my waist) GOOOOOOOD!!!
Me: How was your spring break?
Ally: (STILL clutching onto me) AWWWESOME!
Me: You went to Cancun right?
Ally: Yeah! IGOTATATTOOONMYBACK!!! (Looking at me wide eyed and anxious to show me her "ink")
Me: Cool!
Friend of Ally's: (To Ally) You KNOW her?
Me: We’re neighbors
Friend of Ally's: Really?
Me: (Shaking my head yes)
Friend of Ally's: (Eyes big as saucers)WHOA!
Little girls are either fascinated by and love me or are frightened of me and snub me but this entertaining exchange has me a little befuddled. And I honestly don’t get it. Am I really that different? Does knowing me honestly merit a bona fide "WHOA!"?
~ I have been feeling a bit unremarkable as of late and with the end of an exciting vacation and the anxiety of the little one’s surgery receding, there is nothing left in my basket to exploit. I’m trying to come to terms with my unadorned lifestyle and trying to find great joy in hardwood floors, sile stone counter tops, colorful tile back splashes and stainless steel kitchen appliances.
~ When I went to fetch the little one from school yesterday I had an amusing conversation with two little girls in his after school program.
Ally: (Running up to me in cheerful glee throwing her arms around my waist) DOOUUULLLEEEUUURR!!!!!!
Me: Hi Ally! How have you been?
Ally: (Arms still wrapped around my waist) GOOOOOOOD!!!
Me: How was your spring break?
Ally: (STILL clutching onto me) AWWWESOME!
Me: You went to Cancun right?
Ally: Yeah! IGOTATATTOOONMYBACK!!! (Looking at me wide eyed and anxious to show me her "ink")
Me: Cool!
Friend of Ally's: (To Ally) You KNOW her?
Me: We’re neighbors
Friend of Ally's: Really?
Me: (Shaking my head yes)
Friend of Ally's: (Eyes big as saucers)WHOA!
Little girls are either fascinated by and love me or are frightened of me and snub me but this entertaining exchange has me a little befuddled. And I honestly don’t get it. Am I really that different? Does knowing me honestly merit a bona fide "WHOA!"?
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Well we are back from our vacation to the happiest place on earth. After I get done going through the 700 plus photos I took I am sure that I will have a few to post. It will be a super secret post though as I hear the mouse is very protective of his likeness and does not appreciate his photo to be used anywhere that hasnt been sanctioned. I'm going to go stretch out on my couch and relish in the last few hours of my vacation.
