February 2011
Story Time: My Dreams are Crazy Edition (Volume I,...
This one happened yesterday afternoon during my hour or so long nap in which I was interrupted by a text message:
I was in Mexico. Nitty gritty. The sun was high in the sky and bare feet hurried across dry, red dirt. I was seated under a tree looking out amongst my community. I was a part of them. To my left was a chicken in a small coop. There was no chicken house and no food littering the...
RE: The Last Post
I didn’t even check my How to Booze book on if there is a scenario for high school reunions.
What to drink, what to drink…
I know, it’s come to this.
EDIT: There is a drink for the high school reunion.
Rusty Nail
2 1/2 oz. Scotch Whiskey 1/2 oz. Drambuie 1 dash Orange Bitters (optional)
Serve in an old-fashioned glass over ice, gently stirred.
I’m feeling...
DAMN IT!
So I just got added to some Facebook group (not even by choice, but because the class president added my name) for my high school graduating class.
Oh, not such a big deal, you think to yourself. No, it is. Let me break this down for you guys.
First of all, this year will mark the five year anniversary since I left that place (and hence, my graduation year). The class president is thus in the...
Define Motivation:
Go to work.
Read Butler’s Gender Trouble.
Write paper on Butler’s book.
Cook dinner.
Email back a friend.
Eat dinner.
Read Lawrence’s Sons and Lovers
Not too shabby seeing as I got off work at 5pm and it’s not even 8pm yet.
January 2011
I love reading and all...
But right now I would kill for a nap. I just don’t want to read anything else for the moment. I’ve been doing school work for the past 12 hours now and have seen little accomplished.
I still need to finish a novel by Tuesday and read a couple articles, one of which I need to write a little paper on by Monday.
So really it’s not that bad but it’s a pet peeve of mine to...
Another little bit:
I went to the show last night after all. In-freaking-credible. Probably one of the best shows I’ve been to in a while. Greenland is Melting brought it just like I knew they would and the guys from White Rifles did really amazing as well. $5 very well spent.
I went to my Notary Public class (for work) all day today. In no less than a few months, I too will be able to see you are who...
Going to a show tonight:
Supposed to be there at 9pm.
Expected to get home late-ish and have to get up and go to training for work from 9-3:30pm tomorrow.
This means that I’m leaning on this not wanting to go simply because I’m already dead tired.
I hate choices.
Writing: the Man
Me: [At the bar, slightly tipsy, obvs.] I think I'm asexual. I can't stand most of the dudes I meet.
Keshia: Same here.
Me: And I know I'm not lez cause the mere idea of being with a female is repulsive.
Keshia: No kidding. I'm the same way.
Me: You know how we can figure this out?
Keshia: How?
Me: Go find Mark Danielewski. Hunt him down.
Keshia: Dude, he's old enough to be your father.
Me: No such thing. He's like 35 or something. Not to mention the fact that he's single... With cats. HELLO! He's single cause we're soul mates!
Keshia: You're insane.
Me: No, think about it. Right. Can't you just see us in bed writing side by side? Me with my pen and notebook and him on his computer?
Keshia: You're way too into writing.
Me: I know. See, what I really want to do is like *do* writing. All the time.
Keshia: Writing is your lover.
Me: Yea, he just never wants to stop and never goes home.
Keshia: That's kinda' hot.
Me: Isn't it though?
In other [good] news:
On my way to work this morning, I realized I’m probably a season away from sending my first baby [read: prose piece] out to see if I can get published.
I’ve been published for poetry before (not many people know that but it was for an internet magazine), go figure, so I’m hoping that I can get everything organized and edited prior to Spring Break.
This is both very exciting and...
We've found the place we'll be staying in... →
I’ve been hard at work today (ha!) trying to make more concrete plans on this summer’s trip to The Netherlands and Germany. Upon looking at most all of the ads for cheap places to stay (with families!), we’ve agreed on this little gem.
The Berlin place may be deemed a bit more tricky. Why? I feel like I know where the good neighborhoods are in Amsterdam as I’ve biked...
“One way to slow down and begin to change our perspective is to begin to measure...”
– Angel Kyodo Williams
Just checked my calendar:
I have a show I’m planning on attending at least once a week for the next month or so.
Finally, a winter we can all be jubilant over. Or at least me. WEE!
[First one starts tonight at 8pm at The Werehouse!]
Went to bed at 8pm; woke up at 1am.
FUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!
What ever happened to my sleeping champion skillz?!
(I couldn’t sleep well last night either.) Now I’m just starting to tick myself off.
*Tries to go back to sleep whilst grumbling and threatening own body*
So absolutely exhausted.
I’m so sore.
Yoga + injection + more exercise - food for two days = Very tired Lindsay
Just took hydrocodone. I’m ready for some good sleep. I may read for an hour but I’m sure to be asleep by 8 at the latest.
Buh.
P.S. This isn't for you.
I just don’t want you coming to me wanting me to fix you. I can’t even completely fix myself right now.
Don’t give me that responsibility. Only you can fix yourself.
P.S. This isn't for you.
I just don’t want you coming to me wanting me to fix you. I can’t even completely fix myself right now.
Don’t give me that responsibility. Only you can fix yourself.
Like this is anything new:
I like when I get my way and I have control.
I like when I get the choice.
And I like being honest, upfront, and completely me without holding back. It tends to make everything so much easier and far more refreshing.
*Deep Inhale.*
So nice again.
Living Life One Moment at a Time: To The Boys and... →
theycallmerass:
This is your public service announcement.
It is never fun for a girl when your penis smells like your ass. Would you please do us the favor of washing your penis and balls before pulling that thing out of your pants. Females will shave every inch of themselves to please you, the least you could…
AMEN.
Carry on.
“Writing saved me from the sin and inconvenience of violence.”
– Alice Walker
I should probably go to bed.
I’m becoming way too honest for my own good now.
(Secretly, I’m hoping this honesty stays around for a while. It makes my life so much more interesting this way.)
On a lighter note:
It’s the best feeling to tell someone ‘no’ who you know deep down has never received that for an answer before.
“But I’m sure you’ve got someone else, right?”
You have got to be kidding me if you honestly thought I was that self-degrading, that I’d somehow forget just how blatantly obvious your idiocy was displayed. That’d be a fail.
You...
Holding On to Hold Off
It used to be so easy to start something off: follow the emotions where they lead and be careless of the bypasses along the way no matter the form. But this is different for there isn’t a particular emotion leading off into some place. More or less, it’s empathy that’s nudging me now.
If one were to tell me years ago that this is how I foretell the moments of your discontent,...
“‘Stay,” said Ossipon hurriedly. ‘Here, what do you know of...”
– The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad
I don’t know why this struck me so. It’s just fascinating to think about.
I want to make a Baked Spaghetti.
But I’m not hungry.
But I need to eat something for dinner. Arg! This anti-eating phase is getting ridiculous.
I do not want to force myself to eat when I’m not hungry; I don’t want to get in the habit of eating “when I’m bored.”
What I need is a night of uninterrupted sleep (read: sans the cat).
EDIT: And while I’m on this tangent… My work...
If I could party with any three people in the...
Mark Z. Danielewski
Brad Listi
Whitney Cummings
That would be amazing.
A Few Things:
I was able to finish and get the gist of Michel Foucault’s History of Sexuality.
Zsa Zsa Gabor’s first step into transforming into a pirate was a success. Her right leg is now a peg. (Too soon?)
I need to start “taking care of myself” during the week more. I was just told today from an old friend that he “sees me around town all the time.” Seeing as...
You know homegirl is out of shape when...
She can no longer walk up 16 flights of stairs with a bookbag on without having to stop every four flights to catch her breath.
I think it’s those damn egg rolls. (And the fact that I sit on my butt and read all day long.)
I have so much to do but I didn't sleep well last...
I really don’t want to read nonfiction right now.
But alas, this is what I do for a living pretty much.
My refrigerator sounds like the opening to Frou...
I think I’ve been reading too much this morning/afternoon.
[And I really wanna go next door and get a cheeseburger.]
Leftovers it is! :-(
P.S.
French is really hard to read when you’ve never learned the language.
(Even translated, it’s still difficult to understand.)
I still love you, Foucault.
