Would you still love me if I dressed like this?

Sunday, November 26, 2006

I can’t just keep reporting on how much I am overworking, and am still enjoying it.  That would even get old in a diary.  But that’s really all there is to say.  I finally took 4 ½ days off and spent them at my parents’ in Joshua Tree, though.  I got to see a few beautiful sunsets, I got to play with the dog, had Thanksgiving dinner with my family, and got to fall asleep on the couch, watching Nacho Libre with my dad.  I got to sit on Asia and follow Ian and Sam around threateningly with a camera.  I took pics with Angela, sat on my mom too, and practiced using bullwhips with my dad (he’s pretty good!).  I got to have coffee with Jeannie and talk about wedding plans.  It was a nice long weekend and I got home this afternoon, fully recharged.  Tomorrow is back to work and that’s just fine.  I would otherwise to sit in my room all day listening to Bright Eyes and painting my toenails black, with my dyed black hair, taking pictures of myself with my hair in my face, wearing a serious expression.  That might get old.  It might not though.

I used to write every single day, even if there was nothing to report, because there was enough going on in my head to fill several pages at any given time.  I kept a journal, and it was a staple part of who I was.  For a while my favorite place to write was at this Laundromat in Long Beach, while doing my laundry.  I would sit on the washing machine and write in a tablet, and the sounds of the machine would drown out the sounds of people around me, and the smell of fabric softener would permeate the air.  I think at that time I had all these emotional and idealistic ideas about the future and about how life was supposed to feel.  Sometimes I miss it, the optimism and getting completely caught up in an emotion, and the idea of how life was supposed to feel and what we were supposed to look fwd to.  I bet I did a lot of complaining, too.  So here I am a lot further down the road, and I’m thinking that I should have gone to business school instead of taking all those art classes.  But if I had chosen another major, I might have really wished I had followed my heart and taken art classes.  So there you go.  Maybe I am at a job that I love, completely by accident.

Anyway, here’s a picture of the view from the living room window that Max and I had on Wednesday night.  I’m pretty sure I had a similar look on my face.

 


Advertisements

super, super normal life

 

 

This is the first time in my life I’ve had a “normal” schedule. It’s also, however, the first time in my life I’ve had a job that I adore, so I end up working a lot of overtime, especially lately, I don’t even notice when 5:30 rolls around and I could, should maybe leave. That’s when I could maybe do something normal, like grocery shop, then go rent a movie, and then make myself dinner and do some laundry. These are all normal things for which the novelty has yet to wear off. I have spent most of my adult life working odd hours and going to school. So I’m torn between enjoying this new freedom and just working a lot, and more often than not lately I choose instead to work until I am falling asleep, and am dizzy and light headed from not eating. Steph is on her honeymoon right now and my twice weekly exercise with her is often the only thing that..tears me away from work.
I am only just now starting to settle in at my house, and I’ve lived there since January. Brian and Bao Jing are moving to Canada for a while, it looks like. I was just starting to really like living with them and am sad to see them go. All of a sudden there are only a few weeks left that I get to enjoy having Bao Jing here with us, because she will be going back to Korea from Canada, and that will be the end of that.
Let’s see, is there anything else going on with me?
I just bought a history book called “There Goes My Everything“, about white southerners during the civil rights movement. It is very well written and hard to put down.
I got to spend the weekend with Asia and Lisa right before Halloween. We had a blast and the weekend went by too fast. We took little 4-year old J with us to a Halloween party and had as much fun with him as I’ve ever had with any adult. We were all drinking jello shots, a tray of which was being carried around by a monster with a big bloody mouth. J’s singular goal at the party was to avoid that monster, while my only goal all night was to keep finding him, so it meant coming up with ways to convince him to keep shutting his eyes. He made friends with a mime, and circled the party as much as any of us, though he was often being carried. When the rest of us started getting sleepy, he was busy talking to Charles Manson and didn’t want to go home.
I have been taking a break from photography or else I would have pictures.

Last weekend I worked both days, but also made it to a 1-year old’s birthday party.
Oh and I saw Borat. It was just as funny as everyone was saying, and more shocking than I expected.
So now, all of a sudden, the holiday season is here. I seriously am still putting away my snorkeling gear, and now it’s time to start Christmas shopping and getting ready for holiday baking.
Oh my God do you see what I mean?