Funny things happen to me all of the time. They always leave me feeling tickled. A part of me is rolling and reacting while the other part of me is still sitting in five-minutes-ago, asking myself - did that really just happen?!
Did it?
I think so.
Like: sitting in the Rock Bottom parking lot in disbelief, undergoing a blood pressure test.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
great day
It's been a kinda long day at work and I don't have anything special planned tonight - judo, shower, crash.
Still, there's something special in the air. :)
I've been a bit of a grump this weekend, which I hate. Last night, my dad sent me a fatherly, adorable, misspelled text message re: birthdays and work. It was the kind of text that managed, within three grammatically-incorrect sentences, to fill me with tender childlike feelings. I felt like a small owl sitting next to a big, wise owl wearing thick glasses. By the time I woke up, the delightful and wonderful and unruly enthusiasm returned. And then the day continued and I sat in an unfamiliar apartment that smelled of smoke and met some sad-slash-chipper people and now I'm here. I'm 28 and I've arrived and I'm still arriving to this-or-that point.
Sometimes I just need to be reminded.
Still, there's something special in the air. :)
I've been a bit of a grump this weekend, which I hate. Last night, my dad sent me a fatherly, adorable, misspelled text message re: birthdays and work. It was the kind of text that managed, within three grammatically-incorrect sentences, to fill me with tender childlike feelings. I felt like a small owl sitting next to a big, wise owl wearing thick glasses. By the time I woke up, the delightful and wonderful and unruly enthusiasm returned. And then the day continued and I sat in an unfamiliar apartment that smelled of smoke and met some sad-slash-chipper people and now I'm here. I'm 28 and I've arrived and I'm still arriving to this-or-that point.
Sometimes I just need to be reminded.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
scared
I drove around San Diego today and something about the shrinking atmosphere and the grayness reminded me of being in Ohio.
Some days you wake up and you just feel scared, really really scared. You're not sure why or maybe you have an inkling of an idea.
Some days you wake up and you just feel scared, really really scared. You're not sure why or maybe you have an inkling of an idea.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
reinvigorated
Stumbled upon/found the moral center of my novel.
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Scared but did it: threw much-loved passages out the window. Wrote up a storm with a lucky pen.
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Scared but did it: threw much-loved passages out the window. Wrote up a storm with a lucky pen.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
skip down memory lane
Last night, I got it into my head that it was time to Get Rid Of More Things! Namely, the busted laptop that's been languishing in my metal cabinet for, like, forever. I downloaded all my files onto an external hard drive and started organizing. Sitting there on the floor, legs splayed on carpet, back against the bed. Every picture and music snippet and academic paper uncovering collegiate and early-law-school Sharon.
It was truly hilarious and wrenching and fun. Whimsical query: Why did I download Hypnotic Clambake? Laughing: Why did I have so many songs about pirates? Faintly surprised: I guess I went through a serious ska punk period. Amused: How many times did I really watch Boondock Saints? In passing: Galactic's Crazyhorse Mongoose reminds me of drinking hot tea on a cold day. Mild annoyance: 38 Special conjures up images of outlining on LRC's first floor and trying to ignore the noises around me. Painful: Does Grandaddy, The Get Up Kids, and certain songs still sound the same way they used to, when I was raw as an unpeeled onion? And on and on.
The pictures were hard on the eyes. I looked really happy in some of the photos.
I wondered and I still wonder if things would ever be the way they were again.
It was truly hilarious and wrenching and fun. Whimsical query: Why did I download Hypnotic Clambake? Laughing: Why did I have so many songs about pirates? Faintly surprised: I guess I went through a serious ska punk period. Amused: How many times did I really watch Boondock Saints? In passing: Galactic's Crazyhorse Mongoose reminds me of drinking hot tea on a cold day. Mild annoyance: 38 Special conjures up images of outlining on LRC's first floor and trying to ignore the noises around me. Painful: Does Grandaddy, The Get Up Kids, and certain songs still sound the same way they used to, when I was raw as an unpeeled onion? And on and on.
The pictures were hard on the eyes. I looked really happy in some of the photos.
I wondered and I still wonder if things would ever be the way they were again.