I realized fairly recently that the majority of my posts about my personal life are whiney and boring. Well, maybe they're boring, I'm entertained by the way that I ramble, but maybe I'm the only one who's entertained. My life is fairly mundane. My friend, Claire, asked me what I do in the morning around nine, and I couldn't even really tell her that I have a routine because...I don't. Which is a little depressing, but it's okay because maybe one of these days I'll be just waking up at nine and getting ready to prepare my famous French toast. I can look forward to this hypothetical possibility.
Poem-A-Day March's challenge is "drunken poetry" given to me by my mother, which was surprising. Especially since the first thing you think of when you think "drunken poetry" is "get drunk and then write a bunch of poetry." I did this on a team with two of my friends once, and some really weird stuff came out of it (we passed around a piece of paper and each wrote a line). But I've chosen to interpret this challenge a bit more liberally than that first narrow assumption. I've written about a poet being too hungover to write poetry at all, and about a drunk poem. Get it? Because it's drunken poetry. Sometimes I'm clever. I'm not sure what else I'm going to write about it quite yet, but I may revisit my favorite Charles Baudelaire poem, "Enivrez-vous." Because it's lovely.
I'm also working on things for Here's the Story, which is basically a dream come true, but I've heard word that there may be more interns to work with. This tentative announcement makes me feel like an only child waiting for the inevitable arrival of a new sibling. I already feel jealous of these new children and apprehensive that I will no longer be "the favorite." Then again I also feel like I can easily make friends with these potential new folks because having friends is nice. So I'm torn. As usual.
My horoscope told me this morning that I would be making a big time decision about my life soon. I can't even begin to imagine what kind of decision that would be because I don't really have any decisions to be making that are more dramatic than what I want to eat for breakfast in the morning or where I want to curl up to read my book in the evening. But said horoscope also informed me that important people in my life would tell me that I was making the wrong decision, but that I should follow my intuition. This doesn't surprise me in the least because typically the people in my life tend to be know-it-alls. Just a little bit. Well meaning lovely know-it-alls who I love. They're endearing, and I hope they don't mind if I ignore them.
I had two phone interviews at the end of last week, and I'm really excited about the one that I had on Friday because I think I did fairly well. Plus it's for a place that I would definitely enjoy working at. They even told me to have a good weekend and laughed when I apologized for being incoherent. I really hope they were laughing with me and not at me...but they were so nice I couldn't imagine them jeering at me.
And my brother's coming home for spring break on Friday. This is particularly exciting because it means that for a week, I won't be an only child. I've missed him. And even though we're not really going to hang out, per say, it'll be good to see him. I only hope he doesn't hate me for evicting him from his room. We're crossing our fingers that he doesn't hate me too much. Yeah...
I tried baking Irish soda bread last night. I sliced part of it today, and I suspect that I worked the dough too much because it's kinda lumpy and weird looking, but you know, I'm sure it tastes fine. I'm beginning to strongly suspect that I can't cook or bake anything delicious on purpose because of the muffins I made last month and the soda bread this month...both seem pretty bland and boring. But maybe a little jelly will make the bread better. This is one of my first forays into the domestic, and I really don't want my mother to think that she failed me somehow and that I'll starve if I ever move out.
And then there's the whole thing that I said I would start working out at some point. Maybe I should have made that my Lenten promise instead of blogging everyday. If only I had thought of that! I keep saying that I'll go to the library and pick up a yoga DVD or something, but I keep forgetting. Or getting distracted by other things like the stack of grant writing books that I'm cradling in my arms (because I figure if I can learn how to write grants, I'll be more marketable as a writer).
I'm reading a book that my grandpa lent me, which was really sweet, but I feel bad because I definitely fell asleep when I was reading it the other day. Oops. It's going to be a murder mystery, I believe. It's called V Is for Vengeance. And I do like the Kinsey character, but I'm thinking I need to get to know her a bit more before I get into the book. I'm just reading a lot of books, actually. I have a bad habit of sticking bookmarks into half a dozen books and then reading them in a circle of sorts. So there's that one, Red Seas under Red Skies, and a couple grant writing books. Then there are the ones that I started before the Disney College Program...and I'm not even sure where those are because they got put away somewhere. Maybe in the dresser that's holding more books than clothes...hm...
So yeah, can someone just give me something to blog about? Thanks.
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death."
- Robert Fulghum
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