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18 January 2011 @ 10:08 pm
I have spent the previous two hours engaging in douche-baggery under the guise of political debate about the attempt to repeal the health care legislation.  Quite frankly, I don't care about whether or not the House votes to repeal.  If by some stroke of insanity the Senate does too, I'm pretty sure Obama has been practicing his penmanship of the word "veto".  Really, it's not even worth arguing, because the outcome doesn't even have the possibility of changing until the next election.  So...why have I been berating a bunch of undergrad students about their political views?  Because I think it is damn fun. 

Again.  Douche-baggery.  I know.
22 December 2010 @ 11:49 am
The semester has finished.  Tomorrow is my last day of work until the new year.  Happy sigh.  I still have a lot to get done before I start my clinicals next semester, but at least I'll have a whole week of NOTHING to enjoy in the meantime.  On top of that, I got, not one, but two kittens.  The are the most adorable and simultaneously mischievous beings ever.  Love it.

Family visiting may commence!
12 December 2010 @ 09:00 pm
i just finished my last paper of the semester...

...and sent an email request for one of these!  Merry Christmas to me.
05 December 2010 @ 05:46 pm
So, I've gotten to this point where I can no longer sit for hours at a time and crank out a paper.  Apparently I'm losing the ability to focus for long periods of time.  It also doesn't help that I am CONSTANTLY asked to write reflection papers in graduate school.  I'm damn tired of reflecting.  Can't I just be blissfully unaware of my inner thoughts and feelings for awhile?  There's really no point in stirring that stuff up once it's settled.  Anywho, currently on page 5 of a reflection paper, and I've lost steam.  So, what am I doing instead?

a ROTATION!  That's right...I've created a little circuit of activities for myself.  I have 4 loads of laundry to get done, and since the wonderfully generous ladies next door are letting me use their washer and dryer, I can actually accomplish such things without a trip to the laundromat.  Anywho, back to my rotation:

1.  Put clothes in washer.
2.  Write one page of paper.
3.  Paint one poppy on my mural.
4.  Shift clothes to dryer/fold.

and repeat!

Before the night is over, I think my paper will be done, my laundry will be clean and put away, and my mural will be ready to hang on the wall!  This is way better than suffering through the paper from start to finish.
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: fleet foxes
29 October 2010 @ 10:46 pm
83 and muggy yesterday.  37 and frost advisory tonight.  what's up with all of this tomfoolery, charlotte?
23 October 2010 @ 12:05 am
i always have the urge to blog when i'm depressed.  like right now.  i used to just write what was on my mind, as superficial or real as it was.  it felt good to say...to get out.

i'm finding that i can't really do that anymore, not out of lack of desire, but out of the fact that i'm married.  i'm no longer just me.  when i write about my crap online, it's like outing another person's crap without their permission.

so i feel stuck.  trapped.  suffocated. 

i have this overwhelming sense of loss too.  i need some tea, the lap of a friend, and a good cry.
19 October 2010 @ 12:51 pm
So, I spent several hours last night at the bakery, not actually making food, but designing the chalkboards.  I had forgotten how much I LOVE using chalk for art.  I was never very good with a paint brush.  Water color was as close as I ever seemed to get to paint.  But chalk....mmmm...I love the way you can change its texture by rubbing it with your fingers and smoothing all of the color together.  If I had the time, I wish I could have done a full-on piece of art.  Rather, it was mostly writing the menu, decorating with some embellishments, and trying to recreate the bakery's logo.  It's called the "Sunflour Baking Company" so part of me feels like a little Van Gogh would be appropriate : )  It's just unfortunate that I have to stand on an 8 foot ladder to reach the chalk boards, which requires running up and down every time I want to take a step back. 

In any event, my boss was amazed at how it turned out.  That felt good.  I need more creative outlets like that.
Maybe someday the Van Gogh will happen.
17 October 2010 @ 10:43 pm
There is a pile of mugs beside the table where I do my school work.  Apparently I've been drinking a lot of hot cider.  Apparently I'm also incapable of reusing my mug.  Oops.
16 October 2010 @ 11:36 pm
Oh, poor, neglected journal.  How I have ignored you.  How faithful and true you have remained.  Did you know that I got a job?  Maybe that's why I've been forgetting to check in on you.  I am a barista at a bakery down the street.  Quite frankly, I'm more like a  barista-wannabe.  Steaming milk is harder than I could have imagined.  I have a new-found appreciation for the people who crank out my cappuccinos.  We have yet to open to the public, but I have a feeling I'll make more than a few mistakes along the way.  She works hard for the money...so hard for it honey...

Grad school is kicking my butt.  Seriously.  There used to be a day when I could figure out exactly what professors wanted.  I could play the game...feed them what they wanted...formulate something they would want to hear or would be impressed by at least temporarily.  Now in my 19th year of formal education, I have learned how to do nothing other than navigate the system.  I am an expert at playing this game.  I think somewhere along the way in grad school, they stopped playing.  Someone put away the board and the pieces when I wasn't looking.  I'm still making A's (at least right now) but I have on more than one occasion wanted to pull out each of the hairs on my head...usually in clumps.

Let's not even go into trying to get an internship.  It just depresses me.  I got one offer at an inpatient psych ward at a hospital...all involuntarily committed patients.  It's not ideal, but it will suffice if need be.  At the very least, I'm sure it would produce some entertaining stories.

Paul has brought it to my attention that I open all of the containers of pasta, use part of them, and then never finish them.  I'm up to four different types of half-eaten pasta.  Apparently I can't finish things.  My refrigerator full of tiny tupperware containers only builds his case.  Then there's always that hook rug I've been working on since I was 8?  It's probably a half hour away from being complete.  I don't think I'll ever finish it.  I prefer not to see this as a shortcoming, but more of a skill.  PLEASE don't take the liberty to burst my bubble on this one.
29 September 2010 @ 11:50 pm
tomorrow is going to be a busy day.

--taking the car to get a damage quote
--interviewing the staff at a local senior center
--meeting up for a counseling session (for class)
--going to a job interview at a bakery/cafe

and that's before all of homework...

cross your fingers!