non sequitur (July 31)
Total random thoughts...
I read an article this weekend (I have no idea where) that showed people who multi-task have poor memories. Apparently this is really hard on your brain.
Ok, but that's what I do best, right?
So I'm gonna jump around a bit... I hope you can follow me.
First off, it's hot. Yep, it's hot all over the country, but I didn't realize how lethargic I would feel. I just don't have the energy. Does anyone else have this reaction? I think it's the humidity because I don't remember feeling this way during the SoCal hot spells.
So I couldn't sleep last night. I think I was busy being a lazy ass most of the weekend and I just wasn't tired. Anyway, I had a brilliant revelation: I'm going to be a stand-up comedian. I know, I know. You all think I'm HILLARIOUS, right? Well, Monday night at ACME is amateur night. I think I wrote my entire script while lying in bed. It will be fabulous. Just you wait. Anyone else interested?
So Felix stopped over unannounced (again) yesterday. I believe the last conversation I had with him went something like this:
F: Why won't you love me?
A: Ahh... cause I don't.
F: Well I am your enemy.
A: Not really.
F: No, I'm your nemesis. And that's why you need to pull me closer to you.
A: Fascinating.
F: I'm devising a rocket. I'm thinking about launching it in NE [my neighborhood]
A: Ahh.. please leave me alone. Like forever. Gracias.
So when he showed up Sunday morning and I was, of course, surprised and then I had to think back. Why am I the biggest freak magnet on the planet? I am. I know I am. I decided that I need to write an entire book on freaky men I've dated. I was talking to a good friend last night about Felix and she reminded me of another winner. He and I dated my last spring in CA. I can't even remember his name. But I wanted to go to Gerards (a fabulous shi-shi chic restaurant in Riverside) and he told me he would love to meet me there. So we did. We ordered Alligator for an appetizer, duck for main course, blah blah blah, and he made noises for each course. Sometimes animal noise, sometimes random gesticulations. He also managed to get totally drunk on expensive French wine. So at the end of the night, he walks me outside and tells me that he has a surprise for me in his car. I've heard lots of lines before, but I went with it. It turns out he has a pet mouse that wanders around his car, sits on his shoulder and he kissed on the lips in front of me. (Then asking if he could kiss me...)
Ahhh. No.
But here is the pathetic thing... I know I went out with him again. It must have been some random moment of weakness, but I did.
The fat suit is a totally different story.
Oh and the guy who pulled a gun on me.
Fun.
Which brings me to my next random thought: I was reading an article in Newsweek about the marriage crunch. An excerpt:
"In 'The Marriage Crunch,' the magazine reported on new demographic research predicting that white, college-educated women who failed to marry in their 20s faced abysmal odds of ever tying the knot. According to the research, a woman who remained single at 30 had only a 20 percent chance of ever marrying. By 35, the probability dropped to 5 percent. In the story's most infamous line, NEWSWEEK reported that a 40-year-old single woman was 'more likely to be killed by a terrorist' than to ever marry."
Gross. I realize that this article is dated. And I realize that I'm really happy being single right now, but it made me want to throw up.
Yesterday Felix asked me two maybe three times when I was gonna marry him. No. Never. Please tell me that I am not suppose to "give in" to be with some booger-picking velcro-shoe wearing, Bush-supporting freak?
That just can't be the case.
So, next topic:
I met with my advisor this morning and I'm feeling a bit surly. Apparently, I have 6 credits I took earlier this year that will not transfer to the MFA program. I am imaging the number of hours I spent listening to M.'s bullshit, and the number of books I read, and the number of papers that I wrote this past year. For Nothing.
Cranky.
We also talked about me taking some time off this fall to go to Italy and have surgery. He was less than supportive. He thought it was insane that I would schedule a trip, or anything with a full load of classes.
Which brings me to the next topic: I talked to Ben yesterday for hours. He is going to Ensenada on a roadtrip without me. That's just not right. He also just got hired at MVUSD (the school district I taught at for the past 6 years) and I'm not gonna lie, I really wanted to head to the Grind with him and write up unit plans and head back to Canyon this fall.
Oh look, it's time for me to go home now. I will be more thoughtful next time. These are just my random thoughts...
I read an article this weekend (I have no idea where) that showed people who multi-task have poor memories. Apparently this is really hard on your brain.
Ok, but that's what I do best, right?
So I'm gonna jump around a bit... I hope you can follow me.
First off, it's hot. Yep, it's hot all over the country, but I didn't realize how lethargic I would feel. I just don't have the energy. Does anyone else have this reaction? I think it's the humidity because I don't remember feeling this way during the SoCal hot spells.
So I couldn't sleep last night. I think I was busy being a lazy ass most of the weekend and I just wasn't tired. Anyway, I had a brilliant revelation: I'm going to be a stand-up comedian. I know, I know. You all think I'm HILLARIOUS, right? Well, Monday night at ACME is amateur night. I think I wrote my entire script while lying in bed. It will be fabulous. Just you wait. Anyone else interested?
So Felix stopped over unannounced (again) yesterday. I believe the last conversation I had with him went something like this:
F: Why won't you love me?
A: Ahh... cause I don't.
F: Well I am your enemy.
A: Not really.
F: No, I'm your nemesis. And that's why you need to pull me closer to you.
A: Fascinating.
F: I'm devising a rocket. I'm thinking about launching it in NE [my neighborhood]
A: Ahh.. please leave me alone. Like forever. Gracias.
So when he showed up Sunday morning and I was, of course, surprised and then I had to think back. Why am I the biggest freak magnet on the planet? I am. I know I am. I decided that I need to write an entire book on freaky men I've dated. I was talking to a good friend last night about Felix and she reminded me of another winner. He and I dated my last spring in CA. I can't even remember his name. But I wanted to go to Gerards (a fabulous shi-shi chic restaurant in Riverside) and he told me he would love to meet me there. So we did. We ordered Alligator for an appetizer, duck for main course, blah blah blah, and he made noises for each course. Sometimes animal noise, sometimes random gesticulations. He also managed to get totally drunk on expensive French wine. So at the end of the night, he walks me outside and tells me that he has a surprise for me in his car. I've heard lots of lines before, but I went with it. It turns out he has a pet mouse that wanders around his car, sits on his shoulder and he kissed on the lips in front of me. (Then asking if he could kiss me...)
Ahhh. No.
But here is the pathetic thing... I know I went out with him again. It must have been some random moment of weakness, but I did.
The fat suit is a totally different story.
Oh and the guy who pulled a gun on me.
Fun.
Which brings me to my next random thought: I was reading an article in Newsweek about the marriage crunch. An excerpt:
"In 'The Marriage Crunch,' the magazine reported on new demographic research predicting that white, college-educated women who failed to marry in their 20s faced abysmal odds of ever tying the knot. According to the research, a woman who remained single at 30 had only a 20 percent chance of ever marrying. By 35, the probability dropped to 5 percent. In the story's most infamous line, NEWSWEEK reported that a 40-year-old single woman was 'more likely to be killed by a terrorist' than to ever marry."
Gross. I realize that this article is dated. And I realize that I'm really happy being single right now, but it made me want to throw up.
Yesterday Felix asked me two maybe three times when I was gonna marry him. No. Never. Please tell me that I am not suppose to "give in" to be with some booger-picking velcro-shoe wearing, Bush-supporting freak?
That just can't be the case.
So, next topic:
I met with my advisor this morning and I'm feeling a bit surly. Apparently, I have 6 credits I took earlier this year that will not transfer to the MFA program. I am imaging the number of hours I spent listening to M.'s bullshit, and the number of books I read, and the number of papers that I wrote this past year. For Nothing.
Cranky.
We also talked about me taking some time off this fall to go to Italy and have surgery. He was less than supportive. He thought it was insane that I would schedule a trip, or anything with a full load of classes.
Which brings me to the next topic: I talked to Ben yesterday for hours. He is going to Ensenada on a roadtrip without me. That's just not right. He also just got hired at MVUSD (the school district I taught at for the past 6 years) and I'm not gonna lie, I really wanted to head to the Grind with him and write up unit plans and head back to Canyon this fall.
Oh look, it's time for me to go home now. I will be more thoughtful next time. These are just my random thoughts...
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