Bits & Pieces

When you live this far inland, a hurricane-turned-tropical-storm is the perfect time to catch up on your reading and writing.

My roommate was convinced our house wasn’t safe to stay in last night, and I was nervous too after checking hte tropical storm and tornado watches. I found myself a spare bedroom, created a storm shelter for my cat and took off.

(A sidenote: I’ve really got to relax a little. I spent way too much time worrying about my cat last night. I couldn’t take her with me, so I shut the hall door and closed off the other end with a mattress. I knew the space wasn’t big enough for the mattress to fall and suffocate her, but I worried that the class plates could fall off the wall, or she would tear up the mattress in an attempt to get out, or that she’d just get lonely. Of course, none of that happened, except maybe the lonely part.)

My phone died early in the night, so I had no idea what time it was when I started writing or when I went to bed. (It didn’t occur to me until I was in bed to find a clock elsewhere in the apartment.) But I managed to fill something like six journal pages and a sheet of notebook paper, so it was a good night, even as high strung as I was.

I was woken this morning by the power cutting on and off — printers are pretty loud when that happens! I brushed my teeth and wandered home to assess the damage (or lack thereof). We had plenty of limbs down but the trees were all standing, as far as I could tell. My cat was fine but glad to see me. Our power was definitely out, though (and as far as I know, it still is).

Our hot water heater is the only thing in the house on the gas line, so I showered in the dark and then fixed my face on the front porch (where it was MUCH cooler). I’m at Crimson now (where it’s also hot, but there’s power and I can charge my cell phone!), but I’m gonna take off here in a bit ’cause I’m kind of bored.

Here’s hoping that our power comes back before the end of the day…

oh! and today is my first day off in a week! Too bad there’s nothing to do, but at least I’m not at work! Rock on.

I need you to remind me to stop complaining about work all the time.

It’s not that it doesn’t suck — it totally does. I wanted to quit at least three times last night (and therefore sent out three text messages asking friends to remind me not to quit… ’cause well, that’s counter-productive. and because sending text messages somehow makes the job less lonely). But whining about it all the time doesn’t make it suck less, it just makes me less enjoyable to be around.

So can you help me remember that? please?

And on a similiar note (crap, how do you spell similiar? is that right? And did you know that “crapulous” or however it was spelled is a word? it basically means hungover, which means I don’t have much cause to use it. but it made me laugh really hard. this is why word of the day calendars are awesome.) Oh. right, that similiar note: I am off work today and tomorrow and so I’m going to go do… something. I already had breakfast with Katie (yay! Katie’s my favorite) which involved much discussion of… everything, because we’re crazy. But now everyone is working or in school or whatever, so I’m going to have some good CJ time. Even though that’s not what I want, ’cause that’s all I feel like I ever get anymore ’cause I work when normal people are free. But whatever.

Somehow typing all this out makes it feel less lonesome. Well, and I really DO want y’all to remind me to stop being a big baby. I don’t like who I become in these circumstances. I don’t want to be her. She’s not a very nice girl. And she mutters cuss words under her breath when pictures don’t fit on the page she wants. Which is really silly.

As is this entry.

Bye bye!

So I’m not in love with my job right now. The hours, more than anything, are wearing on me, but I really miss writing too. Anyway, I have determined that I need to do my very best, even while I hope that they find me a reporting position or else I find a job somewhere else. (I need you to remind me of this, though.)

To that end, we made a list tonight of things for me to do during the daytime, since I work 2:30 – 11:30 p.m. Or well, it started off as daytime, but then it grew to include overarching goals, some of which were written by friends after they’d ingested multiple drinks and/or pitchers of beer. But I think I’ll attempt them anyway.

* Find a dance class
* PARA stuff? (parks and recreation authority… sometimes they have fun class type things… like belly dancing!)
* Volunteer somewhere, but not at the animal shelter
* Guitar lessons
* Coffee shops (of course)
* Write a book
* Drink beer straight from pitcher
* Read football for dummies
* Pick up men at the law library
* Go on three dates in one month (any takers? this is a project-level task!)
* Do something daring no one would expect

Ready? …and GO.

Hurricanes (or rather, the rain that the outerbands of such a storm bring to inland areas) have to be one of my favorite weather phenomena… don’t get me wrong, I realize I wouldn’t have this
attitude if I lived on the coast. Well, that’s not true either. I lived within 20 minutes of the beach for 15 years and I’ve always been pretty chill about hurricanes. Maybe I should rephrase, I realize I wouldn’t have this attitude if I lived in a hurricane-devestated area.

But I don’t.

Instead, I think a storm like this is the perfect excuse to hole up in my room with my cat and my roommate’s dog and sift through my CD collection in attempt to create the perfect chill CD… or well, as close as you can get to perfect without investing more money in iTunes. (I spent $6 on my last mixed disc.)

I’ve got the candles lit, the music going, and I think I’ll complete the evening by watching my third favorite movie of all time… Clue.