Big thanks to my newest follower, M Shook. I truly appreciate all y'all's readership. Now if I can just get Angie and Kimberly on the ball...
I don't have much news to report. I went to the library and checked out Catcher in the Rye and Sons & Lovers. So those are next up on the list. I know Ann will be ecstatic that I'm finally reading her "boy" J.D. After the library I walked around downtown Frederick a bit, enjoying the sunshine and lunched at Firestone's. I actually like going to restaurants by myself. It says, "Yo, I got no one to eat with, but I'm not letting that stop me from enjoying some good food." That shows confidence because 1. you're comfortable eating alone and 2. you like to eat and don't mind who knows it. I like a girl that likes to eat. And I like a guy who likes a girl for liking to eat (so thanks, Andrew, for enabling my sweet tooth).
When I returned home, I tried to figure out how to print bridal shower invitations on half-sized pieces of paper. I must say, I had it worked out perfectly (I'm kind of a computer whiz, nbd) except the stupid paper was messed up and the last line always got smudged. I know its the paper's fault and not mine because it prints perfectly on regular paper. So hopefully my mom can do it at work tomorrow.
I've been sort of slacking on my MOH duties (sorry, Em). Spring just sort of sprung up on me (haha) and now its happening so soon. But I thrive under pressure and always get my shit done on time. So today, I emailed the other bridesmaid about shoes, sent out an official bachelorette party email listing date and activity, worked up bridal shower invitations and best of all...finalized the "mystery" activity Emily and I will be participating in next week.
A couple months ago, I told her to block four days out from her schedule because we were going to do something. I didn't tell her what; I still haven't. So of course I can't talk about it too much here yet but I will once its over. Let's just say I am an awesome sister/ maid of honor. I will impart this much information however, and let's see if Emily guesses it.
- It is something she has never done before
- It involves a little bit of driving, but will be worth it (I think)
- It is not camping, hiking or bicycling across Iowa (though I should've thought of camping before cause that would've been cheaper)
- It is something we both have wanted to do
I know that's not a lot of info, but I really can't give away too much, because I'd really like to be the one to tell her what we're doing. So, Mike, if you slipped and told her, to quote the Olsen twins, "YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE, MISTER."
I can't wait to tell her what we're doing!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
My, oh my, what a month it has been! Since the end of February I have driven to New York three times (three weeks in a row) and North Carolina once. I drove 1600 miles (that's almost from New Market to Denver, CO) in five days and traveled across 17 state lines (not 17 different ones though). I attended three job interviews and one wedding. Andrew came and visited for a full week, and I have worked a bunch of hours. Unfortunately, I have baked no cupcakes.
Yes, it has been a busy month, and for that reason, I have failed in blogging regularly. Here's a bulleted list of important events:
- I did not get the job I first interviewed for. Even though I was perfectly suited for it (I worked for the company before!) and it was my dream job.
- My cousin's wedding was beautiful, held in a barn and had just the cutest little details. It was also nice to see a lot of my family, most of whom I hadn't seen since my other cousin's wedding two and a half years ago. I wore a new dress (I've sort of been on a dress-buying spree lately--there are so many cute ones out this spring!) that was gray with hot pink slingbacks.
- Andrew visited and, even though I had to work more than I have in the past three weeks combined, we had a great time. We saw a movie (Hall Pass--skip it), spent a gorgeous, 77 degree day reading in the park and went out for St. Patrick's Day with Michael and Emily.
- On St. Patrick's Day, Andrew lost a bet to Michael and got slapped in the face.
That's pretty much all of the important stuff. I also finished Lolita and Animal Farm. I did not "like" either. Lolita is pretty much about a pedophile--a man who has always had a thing for "nymphets" or alluring girls between the ages of 10 and 14, who falls in love with Dolores/Lolita (I don't know why she has two names), marries her mother, who is then serendipitously killed, takes custody of Lolita and then spends two years driving around the country sleeping with her. Eventually Lolita runs away, and he takes two more years to find her. When he does, she is married and pregnant, so he gives her some cash and leaves it at that.
I'm not really sure what to make of it. I know its at least partially a commentary on love, but I don't know if it's about the obsessive nature of love, or the line between love and lust, or the rules our society places on love or what. Maybe I'll SparkNotes it and see what they say.
I also finished Animal Farm. It was blessedly short. I liked George Orwell's other great masterpiece, 1984, but this one fell short. I know it's one long allegory, but come on, pigs will never learn to talk, read or write with chalk held in their hooves. I know the talking pigs stand for fascism and all that jazz, but it was annoying. Also, there were absolutely no surprises in the story--it may have been ahead of its time, but I could have predicted the entire story. I know that's more a result of my experience with other works that came after it, rather than the trite nature of Animal Farm but I'm less concerned about writing facts and more concerned with writing opinions--mine, of course.
I am now reading A Room With a View, but haven't gotten very far because since I started reading it, all of the above things have occurred. But its due back at the library this week, so I better get a move on.
Yes, it has been a busy month, and for that reason, I have failed in blogging regularly. Here's a bulleted list of important events:
- I did not get the job I first interviewed for. Even though I was perfectly suited for it (I worked for the company before!) and it was my dream job.
- My cousin's wedding was beautiful, held in a barn and had just the cutest little details. It was also nice to see a lot of my family, most of whom I hadn't seen since my other cousin's wedding two and a half years ago. I wore a new dress (I've sort of been on a dress-buying spree lately--there are so many cute ones out this spring!) that was gray with hot pink slingbacks.
- Andrew visited and, even though I had to work more than I have in the past three weeks combined, we had a great time. We saw a movie (Hall Pass--skip it), spent a gorgeous, 77 degree day reading in the park and went out for St. Patrick's Day with Michael and Emily.
- On St. Patrick's Day, Andrew lost a bet to Michael and got slapped in the face.
That's pretty much all of the important stuff. I also finished Lolita and Animal Farm. I did not "like" either. Lolita is pretty much about a pedophile--a man who has always had a thing for "nymphets" or alluring girls between the ages of 10 and 14, who falls in love with Dolores/Lolita (I don't know why she has two names), marries her mother, who is then serendipitously killed, takes custody of Lolita and then spends two years driving around the country sleeping with her. Eventually Lolita runs away, and he takes two more years to find her. When he does, she is married and pregnant, so he gives her some cash and leaves it at that.
I'm not really sure what to make of it. I know its at least partially a commentary on love, but I don't know if it's about the obsessive nature of love, or the line between love and lust, or the rules our society places on love or what. Maybe I'll SparkNotes it and see what they say.
I also finished Animal Farm. It was blessedly short. I liked George Orwell's other great masterpiece, 1984, but this one fell short. I know it's one long allegory, but come on, pigs will never learn to talk, read or write with chalk held in their hooves. I know the talking pigs stand for fascism and all that jazz, but it was annoying. Also, there were absolutely no surprises in the story--it may have been ahead of its time, but I could have predicted the entire story. I know that's more a result of my experience with other works that came after it, rather than the trite nature of Animal Farm but I'm less concerned about writing facts and more concerned with writing opinions--mine, of course.
I am now reading A Room With a View, but haven't gotten very far because since I started reading it, all of the above things have occurred. But its due back at the library this week, so I better get a move on.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Update
So after two posts on my last blog entry begging me to update (by the way, Andrew, I sincerely hope your comment was sarcastic) I am writing a quick update before a hugely busy half-week. So, I started going this marketing thing for Uno's and though I'm not raking in money, it gets me out of serving during the weekdays usually, and I'm learning valuable job skills like networking and such. Unfortunately, today, I have to drive all the way to Reston, VA, for a marketing meeting, so that's no good. Then this weekend is my cousin Megan's wedding, which I am very excited for. It should be a good time, even though my brother is a turd (who doesn't read my blog) and can't come.
In the past couple of weeks, I have been to NYC twice--the first time to visit Andrew, and coincidentally, go to an interview. It seems that every time I plan to go to NY, someone calls me for an interview. So I've been going a lot lately, lol! The interview was at Macmillan, and I really really want the job, because its my dream job, but sadly, that was two weeks ago and I haven't heard an affirmative, so I'm probably filing it under my "Didn't get it, but will never hear back" label. Then, last week, on my way home from New York, I received a phone call from McGraw-Hill (who previously were filed under that label also) asking me to come in for another interview last week. So I scrambled to get up there, and I think it went very well. I am cautiously optimistic.
Also in the past two weeks, I have finished Lolita and moved on to Animal Farm which I also finished. Now I'm reading A Room With A View. I promise I will update the book reviews as soon as I get back from North Carolina.
I apologize that this is neither witty nor very interesting, but sometimes in life, you just gotta state the facts. ; ) A bientot!
In the past couple of weeks, I have been to NYC twice--the first time to visit Andrew, and coincidentally, go to an interview. It seems that every time I plan to go to NY, someone calls me for an interview. So I've been going a lot lately, lol! The interview was at Macmillan, and I really really want the job, because its my dream job, but sadly, that was two weeks ago and I haven't heard an affirmative, so I'm probably filing it under my "Didn't get it, but will never hear back" label. Then, last week, on my way home from New York, I received a phone call from McGraw-Hill (who previously were filed under that label also) asking me to come in for another interview last week. So I scrambled to get up there, and I think it went very well. I am cautiously optimistic.
Also in the past two weeks, I have finished Lolita and moved on to Animal Farm which I also finished. Now I'm reading A Room With A View. I promise I will update the book reviews as soon as I get back from North Carolina.
I apologize that this is neither witty nor very interesting, but sometimes in life, you just gotta state the facts. ; ) A bientot!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
2/98
I have finished a second book off ML100. This week I completed The Maltese Falcon. It was much better than my first pick off the list. By that, I mean, I enjoyed it more. If you have ever seen the classic film based on the book, you already know the story. The film stays pretty true to the original, even down to specific lines. Granted, they are great, very important lines, but some film adaptations have been known to take out very important parts of a story.
The Maltese Falcon is primarily a detective novel. It tells the story of Sam Spade, a private eye, in the time when movies depict private eyes as fedora-sporting, trenchcoat-wearing, chain-smoking smart alecs. The kind in movies who sit in their office with their feet up on the desk, and the story doesn't start until that hourglass figure is spotted coming in through their smoked-glass office door, and then she walks in. And often, in the movies, the hero's narrative will say something like that: "The she walked in, a tall glass of water if I ever saw one." You know that whole genre.
Anyway, The Maltese Falcon is that type of book. I daresay it even invented that genre. So of course I liked it. I knew the story from watching the Humphrey Bogart film adaptation, so I was prepared for all the twists and turns. Perhaps because I knew what was coming, some parts of the story seemed to drag a bit. But I didn't even mind, because even if the plot dragged, the writing was great. Sam Spade is a truly awesome character. He's like 10 steps ahead of everybody, and is simply too clever. He calls women "angel" and "sweetheart." He is most definitely a wise guy. And he is very complex. Part of what makes the story so interesting is trying to figure this guy out. I mean, he's clearly ok with operating outside of the law, but when it comes down to it, he's not willing to break the law for love. There is a code of conduct for a detective which, to him, is more important than the law. Of course he can't let his partner's murderer go free, even if he wants to. That's bad for his reputation as a private eye. It's completely opposite from what we see in the movies now--people who do anything for love, decide that the live they've been living is nothing without the one they love, and who cares if they have to give up their career, move to a new city and change their name? As long as they have love. Sam Spade is decidedly not of that mindset.
Plus, there's always Brigid O'Shaughnessy. She is one smooth operator. I said I like a good femme fatale and she certainly is one. She plays everyone (except Spade) for a fool, and is always looking out for #1. I was almost sad to see her lose in the end. Of course she was a criminal, and a manipulative feline, the kind of girl, when watered down, I would hate--selfish, bitchy, Regina George-ish. But when she is undiluted, she is, frankly, awesome. I would almost want to be a femme fatale if I lived in the 20s. Modern day femme fatales are just demented and scary.
Anyway, TMF is a great read, especially if you like detective novels and television shows that parody film noir. I know "Boy Meets World" did an episode once in this genre, if you're looking for an example. Now, I'm on to Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. I did not realize it was about a pedophile. This should be interesting...
The Maltese Falcon is primarily a detective novel. It tells the story of Sam Spade, a private eye, in the time when movies depict private eyes as fedora-sporting, trenchcoat-wearing, chain-smoking smart alecs. The kind in movies who sit in their office with their feet up on the desk, and the story doesn't start until that hourglass figure is spotted coming in through their smoked-glass office door, and then she walks in. And often, in the movies, the hero's narrative will say something like that: "The she walked in, a tall glass of water if I ever saw one." You know that whole genre.
Anyway, The Maltese Falcon is that type of book. I daresay it even invented that genre. So of course I liked it. I knew the story from watching the Humphrey Bogart film adaptation, so I was prepared for all the twists and turns. Perhaps because I knew what was coming, some parts of the story seemed to drag a bit. But I didn't even mind, because even if the plot dragged, the writing was great. Sam Spade is a truly awesome character. He's like 10 steps ahead of everybody, and is simply too clever. He calls women "angel" and "sweetheart." He is most definitely a wise guy. And he is very complex. Part of what makes the story so interesting is trying to figure this guy out. I mean, he's clearly ok with operating outside of the law, but when it comes down to it, he's not willing to break the law for love. There is a code of conduct for a detective which, to him, is more important than the law. Of course he can't let his partner's murderer go free, even if he wants to. That's bad for his reputation as a private eye. It's completely opposite from what we see in the movies now--people who do anything for love, decide that the live they've been living is nothing without the one they love, and who cares if they have to give up their career, move to a new city and change their name? As long as they have love. Sam Spade is decidedly not of that mindset.
Plus, there's always Brigid O'Shaughnessy. She is one smooth operator. I said I like a good femme fatale and she certainly is one. She plays everyone (except Spade) for a fool, and is always looking out for #1. I was almost sad to see her lose in the end. Of course she was a criminal, and a manipulative feline, the kind of girl, when watered down, I would hate--selfish, bitchy, Regina George-ish. But when she is undiluted, she is, frankly, awesome. I would almost want to be a femme fatale if I lived in the 20s. Modern day femme fatales are just demented and scary.
Anyway, TMF is a great read, especially if you like detective novels and television shows that parody film noir. I know "Boy Meets World" did an episode once in this genre, if you're looking for an example. Now, I'm on to Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. I did not realize it was about a pedophile. This should be interesting...
Sunday, February 20, 2011
1 Down, 99 to Go
I finished the first book on Modern Library's Top 100. Well, not the first, but my first. I am skipping around. But, I finished reading Brave New World last night. I didn't like it. I fully expected to, given my past record, but I just didn't. I would say that it was because the main characters were not able to break through the soma-induced haze of government propaganda and control into a true understanding of life and their place in it, but I think that would be incorrect. In Anthem the hero was mostly able to escape the State's control, and in The Giver, while he did not escape, he was able to see through the world as he knew it into the past. But, in 1984, Winston did not succeed. He came so close, but he was weaker than Big Brother and became a drone, just like they wanted. So, because of this, I do not think the weakness of the characters and lack of a triumphant escape from the Civilized World is at the root of my dislike.
Perhaps part of the reason I did not enjoy the book was that I hated all of the characters. Lenina was too stupid to realize her instincts were telling her there was more to live. She says at the very beginning that she hasn't been into all the activities required for social conformation, but when confronted with the possibility of change, she runs back to her soma. And Bernard was just an idiot. He, too, feels the stirrings of unhappiness, but he makes no effort to break free. I thought Helmholtz was the only admirable character. He felt the need for more than the shallow, consumerist existence he was fed, and he felt he had the power to do something about it. So he throws in with the Savage in the fight against soma-rations, and when thus forcibly transferred out of Society (so as not to pose a threat) he willing takes his punishment and plans to use it to explore his individuality and power. I'm not sure what to make of John the Savage, to be honest. He felt at home neither in Society or on the Reservation. I suppose I applaud him for his attempts to live in isolation, but he was weak. He was not able to see either world for what it was, he was too wrapped up in Shakespeare's view of the world. Referencing the past is great, but he was unable to chose his own views and follow his own heart. And, of course, in the end he went completely nuts and killed the woman he loved and himself. He lived and died by Shakespeare, which, is always a mistake.
So I didn't like most of the characters, and the plot was slow to get started. I thought the entire first half of the novel was an introduction into the world of the future. It made harsh comments on consumerism and technology, but I think it would be possible to make those comments while still moving the story forward. Also, Huxley put random scientific-sounding words in front of everything. "Acetate-silk," "ferra-concrete" and "vibro-vaccuum." I know it feeds into the image the Government was trying to create--scientific progress without any real experimentation, and feeds into the image Huxley was trying to create--an un-reality fed by consumerism, but it pretty much just annoyed me.
This is all my take on the book. I have no idea if I am interpreting anything correctly, because, after all, I chose not to be an English major because I hate analyzing literature, but I do know that I did not enjoy this book, and though probably every one should read it, if it weren't on ML Top 100, I probably would not recommend it.
But, I'm on to The Maltese Falcon which I am optimistic will be better. I do love a good femme fatale.
Perhaps part of the reason I did not enjoy the book was that I hated all of the characters. Lenina was too stupid to realize her instincts were telling her there was more to live. She says at the very beginning that she hasn't been into all the activities required for social conformation, but when confronted with the possibility of change, she runs back to her soma. And Bernard was just an idiot. He, too, feels the stirrings of unhappiness, but he makes no effort to break free. I thought Helmholtz was the only admirable character. He felt the need for more than the shallow, consumerist existence he was fed, and he felt he had the power to do something about it. So he throws in with the Savage in the fight against soma-rations, and when thus forcibly transferred out of Society (so as not to pose a threat) he willing takes his punishment and plans to use it to explore his individuality and power. I'm not sure what to make of John the Savage, to be honest. He felt at home neither in Society or on the Reservation. I suppose I applaud him for his attempts to live in isolation, but he was weak. He was not able to see either world for what it was, he was too wrapped up in Shakespeare's view of the world. Referencing the past is great, but he was unable to chose his own views and follow his own heart. And, of course, in the end he went completely nuts and killed the woman he loved and himself. He lived and died by Shakespeare, which, is always a mistake.
So I didn't like most of the characters, and the plot was slow to get started. I thought the entire first half of the novel was an introduction into the world of the future. It made harsh comments on consumerism and technology, but I think it would be possible to make those comments while still moving the story forward. Also, Huxley put random scientific-sounding words in front of everything. "Acetate-silk," "ferra-concrete" and "vibro-vaccuum." I know it feeds into the image the Government was trying to create--scientific progress without any real experimentation, and feeds into the image Huxley was trying to create--an un-reality fed by consumerism, but it pretty much just annoyed me.
This is all my take on the book. I have no idea if I am interpreting anything correctly, because, after all, I chose not to be an English major because I hate analyzing literature, but I do know that I did not enjoy this book, and though probably every one should read it, if it weren't on ML Top 100, I probably would not recommend it.
But, I'm on to The Maltese Falcon which I am optimistic will be better. I do love a good femme fatale.
Plans for Today
Today I have the whole day off work, and absolutely no plans to go anywhere. I am sure it hasn't been that long since this happened, but for some reason it feels like it has, so I plan on making full use of it. I will also be home alone for the majority of the afternoon and evening, which really hasn't happened in a long time. So, I am facing the prospect of the next 14 hours with nothing to do.
Which actually sounds great. This week has been sort of busy, and yesterday I was flying around doing all sorts of things, and was a total mess. I was late to meet my sister for a cake tasting because I needed gas and forgot to have breakfast, then on my way down, I realized I forgot my work shoes and needed my mom to drop them off at work before I got there at 5. Then I ended up getting to work an hour early, which was good, because I suddenly panicked that I was supposed to be there at 4 not 5. To make a long story short, I felt like a hot mess. So I am excited for today.
I am contemplating a movie marathon. I actually do have some work--editing and emails-- to catch up on, but I can probably be finished those by lunch. So an afternoon movie marathon with the last bit of the Valentine's Day chocolate sounds great. I just have to pick my theme. Should I do high school movies and watch Mean Girls, A Cinderella Story and 17 Again? Or animated films and watch The Princess and the Frog, Beauty and the Beast and Sleeping Beauty. Action? Indiana Jones, Crocodile Dundee, and Lucky Number Slevin? The Back to the Future trilogy?
So many choices! I simply can't decide. Good news is, I don't have to right now, because I still have that editing to do. That will give me some time to figure out how I feel. That's how I decide things, by the way. What movie to watch, what food I'm craving, the possibilities are endless. I simply go through the list in my head, imagine myself doing that thing--watching Ocean's 11 or eating Skittles--and see how that makes me feel. Am I happy doing that? Or am I still unsatisfied. If I'm happy, I continue through the list and go to round two, narrowing down all the ones that made me feel satisfied. If I feel unsatisfied, I know that Skittles is not the food I am craving.
Just a little insight into the complexity that is my cerebral cortex.
Which actually sounds great. This week has been sort of busy, and yesterday I was flying around doing all sorts of things, and was a total mess. I was late to meet my sister for a cake tasting because I needed gas and forgot to have breakfast, then on my way down, I realized I forgot my work shoes and needed my mom to drop them off at work before I got there at 5. Then I ended up getting to work an hour early, which was good, because I suddenly panicked that I was supposed to be there at 4 not 5. To make a long story short, I felt like a hot mess. So I am excited for today.
I am contemplating a movie marathon. I actually do have some work--editing and emails-- to catch up on, but I can probably be finished those by lunch. So an afternoon movie marathon with the last bit of the Valentine's Day chocolate sounds great. I just have to pick my theme. Should I do high school movies and watch Mean Girls, A Cinderella Story and 17 Again? Or animated films and watch The Princess and the Frog, Beauty and the Beast and Sleeping Beauty. Action? Indiana Jones, Crocodile Dundee, and Lucky Number Slevin? The Back to the Future trilogy?
So many choices! I simply can't decide. Good news is, I don't have to right now, because I still have that editing to do. That will give me some time to figure out how I feel. That's how I decide things, by the way. What movie to watch, what food I'm craving, the possibilities are endless. I simply go through the list in my head, imagine myself doing that thing--watching Ocean's 11 or eating Skittles--and see how that makes me feel. Am I happy doing that? Or am I still unsatisfied. If I'm happy, I continue through the list and go to round two, narrowing down all the ones that made me feel satisfied. If I feel unsatisfied, I know that Skittles is not the food I am craving.
Just a little insight into the complexity that is my cerebral cortex.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
I Am in Such a Great Mood
And I really don't know why. In the past week a lot has happened, both good and bad. I have worked four shifts in the bar (good). I have organized and ran two Dough Raisers for Uno's which brought in good business and landed me a neat commission (also good). I had an interview at a company that we'll call DEF which did not go that well because three of my five interviewers bailed with no notice or explanation (bad). So they didn't really get a good idea of my capabilities (also bad). And they did not bother to reschedule said interviews, but instead decided not to offer me any of the five positions I interviewed for (very bad, very rude, and very discouraging). I went skiing (good) and the weather today was absolutely gorgeous (very good). So you can see there has been quite a mix of good and bad events in the past week. And a lot of frustration towards corporations and the way they treat people. Yesterday when I received my rejection email, I was very angry, and did a fair bit of crying, and then wrote an email to the DEF telling them how disappointed I was with the way my interview was handled. Perhaps the email was a bit forward. I don't expect, and haven't received, a reply.
But despite all of this, I am in a sunny mood. Probably because I was able to sit outside and read today, which means spring is coming. Its not here, and the weather is supposed to turn yucky again next week, but spring has left the cave it has been curled up in the past few months, and is slowly making its way up from the Southern Hemisphere and will eventually reach Maryland. The journey has begun, and that is all I can ask for. Additionally, I am facing the lovely prospect of spending this evening enjoying $3 margaritas with Megan and Angela, with absolutely nothing to do tomorrow except drive to Queenstown where I will spend the day outside reading, walking around and generally killing time while my father and brother golf, and then will culminate the day with a delicious seafood dinner.
A few posts ago, I referenced my lack of lust for life. While I haven't completely regained my sense of self, I have certainly made progress. I am writing more, I am more than halfway finished Brave New World, I have a social life again, I have exercised multiple times this week, and I am actively applying for jobs once again, because although my confidence in the competency of companies is low, my confidence in myself and my abilities is still moderately high. And so, I find myself in a great mood, walking around singing that song about being solo. I don't know who sings it, but it goes a little something like this:
"Nah-nah-nah-nah, can't stop my shine, something-something-something, I'm solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo."
I think you all know the one I mean. So if you do, could you please tell me how it goes?!?!
But despite all of this, I am in a sunny mood. Probably because I was able to sit outside and read today, which means spring is coming. Its not here, and the weather is supposed to turn yucky again next week, but spring has left the cave it has been curled up in the past few months, and is slowly making its way up from the Southern Hemisphere and will eventually reach Maryland. The journey has begun, and that is all I can ask for. Additionally, I am facing the lovely prospect of spending this evening enjoying $3 margaritas with Megan and Angela, with absolutely nothing to do tomorrow except drive to Queenstown where I will spend the day outside reading, walking around and generally killing time while my father and brother golf, and then will culminate the day with a delicious seafood dinner.
A few posts ago, I referenced my lack of lust for life. While I haven't completely regained my sense of self, I have certainly made progress. I am writing more, I am more than halfway finished Brave New World, I have a social life again, I have exercised multiple times this week, and I am actively applying for jobs once again, because although my confidence in the competency of companies is low, my confidence in myself and my abilities is still moderately high. And so, I find myself in a great mood, walking around singing that song about being solo. I don't know who sings it, but it goes a little something like this:
"Nah-nah-nah-nah, can't stop my shine, something-something-something, I'm solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo."
I think you all know the one I mean. So if you do, could you please tell me how it goes?!?!
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