Jun 12, 2002 | This Life
Lately, despite any evidence of such in THIS blog, most of my free time has been spent in front of a computer. Typically, my day looks like this:
1. Drag my exhausted self out of bed
2. Turn on computer as I walk past towards the bathroom
3. Return to the computer and log-on to messenger
4. Foolishly wait for someone to message me… which they don’t so I begin to check all my regular haunts
5. Check the beach weather
6. Check the weather in all my favorite cities; including a few I’ve never been to…don’t ask!
7. If it’s Monday read Timothy McSweeney’s lists and muse to myself that I could come up with a better list
8. Secretely wonder if World Wide Pants is behind those lists… or vice versa
9. Check out what Ms. Nerdy and Ms. Meta are up to
10. If I’m blue, which I typically am thanks to item number 4, read In Passing.
11. Round it all up with a trip to the Salon, coming home with Kottke in my plastic bag
And this is all within the first half hour of being awake. Now there are obvious problems with this little list. The first is, it isn’t going to make McSweeney’s! The second is, NOWHERE in there was room made for coffee. Terrible! But my real issue, is that this is what most of my day looks like. Once I end up this round of clicking I hop into email and sit and wait! NOT GOOD. The unfortunate reality is… it’s become a phenonmenal waste of time. 12 days into the “Summer” and I basically look at my computer, work, look at my computer, pass out from looking at my computer. I’m beginning to glow green.
So, last night…. FLASHBULB moment. I’ve been kicking around the idea of packing up my computer for my little move on July 4th (gives new meaning to Independence Day, trust me!). I’ll wait for the shock to abate. (This space designated for waiting——————————) Ok… the reality is that I can’t do that of course! I need it to work, and well, how else would I tell time? Not to mention, I don’t think I could live without the ONE live human being who actually deposits unsolicited email into my hotmail account. (Missy is a hoot… and I love ya, Girly!) But, I am seriously going on a diet! The good news is…it should mean that I have more free time to really do things OUTSIDE this box… and that should result in more interesting blogs more often. How cool is that? Ok… Now don’t point out that blogging is more time on the computer, because I’ve already dismissed that notion, and I don’t really want to revisit it or your supreme logic. (and I reserve the right to still check the beach weather every morning. Come on, it’s a given!)
Jun 4, 2002 | This Life
Insomnia Part Two
Yeah, yeah, yeah… it’s 10 p.m… and instead of popping the little blue gem I’m chugging back a coke (mmmm caffeine) and inhaling a plate of AMAZING quesadillas.. !!! Man, I could’a had a V8. (ewww Iz did and yes he will be sleeping and I will still be wired for sound! But still… ewww)
So, new target 11 p.m. Don’t call Vegas for the odds, tho!
Jun 4, 2002 | This Life
Sleep deprivation is a, well, it’s a bitch. I hate being an insomniac. I hate medicating for it even more. But there comes a point in the madness when your “bedtime” is 4 a.m. and your “wake-up” time is 11 a.m. (and work is right around the corner) that you scream, “ENOUGH!” I think I’ve hit that point. S i g h.
What does all this mean. Not much! LOL However, I do plan to sink into fresh sheets with a little blue tab and a glass of water somewhere around 9 p.m. Hopefully, a few days of “outside” help will regulate the old sleep cycle enough that I start waking up in time to make it to the beach before work. (Which we all know is the real reason I’m at my end! Not enough beach time!)
Truthfully, if I want real beach time this summer I am going to have to change my ways, turn over a new leaf. OMG, become a MORNING person! Which means, no more late night chat sessions ( or bull sessions if you want the hard facts, ma’am). But I think I can do it. It’s a question of priorities and we all know that if you have to choose reality or virtual reality, well, the real world SHOULD be the choice. If it isn’t, there is something deeply wrong with you! I mean it! I mean, with me, I mean. . .
Anyhow,here’s to a New Wende. Salude! (hopefully I won’t choke on the unisom as it goes down!)
Jun 1, 2002 | This Life
I’m in absolute denial, it’s 1 June. WHERE did the semester go?
Actually, the semester ended this Tuesday when I handed in my last paper. I used every available moment of the term to work and it was bitter-sweet to see it end. I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself this summer.
Oh yeah… WORK. In fact, the semester ended and I didn’t pause long enough to recognize it (other than the great Peet’s coffee with IZ… thanks sweetie!). I jumped into work at both the bookstores. OH YEAH. ONE book store was not enough, I had to go and add another. (Do I hear Three??? Anyone??) Let’s just say I have a little problem with the concept of free-time. And NO, I don’t consider myself a work-aholic, yet…
Speaking of being anal retentive THANKS big time for the send-up on my writing process, IZ! It made laundry less of a chore.
Well, time to go get ready. Or think about getting ready for tonight’s big event. Don’t ask, it involves Corporate types! Think I will wear dangerously high heels and blow their little minds away! They don’t like me to begin with and well, I can’t say I feel differently (About them, that is. I have NO problems with ME besides my thighs…) I’m under the impression that I’m not supposed to wear any “printed t-shirts” tonight. Which, is a real shame. Because I was looking forward to wearing my, “When I Grow Up I’ll Be Stable” shirt (Along with those aforementioned shoes and a little black skirt) Or maybe just the plain “SLACKER” number? Pity! However, if I play my cards right there should still be ample examples for future “good mocking” hehehe I know, BAD WENDE.
Alright, I should eat. You know, low blood sugar and everything! In fact, I’m fairly certain that the little messenger icon on the bottom of my screen has been luminescing. Unusally so, since I’m lurking on-line. Obviously, time for sustenance. mmmmm Pot stickers… Again… Thanks, IZ!
May 20, 2002 | This Life
PLEASE don’t ask if I have written my papers yet. I have not…
May 19, 2002 | This Life
SURVIVOR 4 IS OVER. And the only thing I have to say about that is, I’m fairly certain that God doesn’t watch CBS.
May 19, 2002 | This Life
OK, there are times (more often than not) that someone says it so much better than I can possibly imagine saying it. In fact, it’s this very principle that keeps me hunting up song lyrics to send to friends. Why be creative??? And YES I know this goes against the general principle of blogging that encourages everyone to spend eternity re-writing and opining on the daily news and hot topics. (I might also add that this is reason I DO NOT write current event blogs. Why should I, when you can read six million (a genX exaggeration? I think NOT!) blogs all on the same topic and all that will eventually point you to Kottke. And where I think we should be reading Kottke. Again, why repeat poorly what he has already said so well? Sooooo, that brings me to the current GenX ranting and ravings of X-entertainment on the New Star Wars Release. I’m not going to repeat it, you can just read it. And besides, I have nothing good to say on the topic anyhow. The allure simply escapes me. And is it just me or do you just want to smack the next person who says, “Use, the Force, Luke!” Sheesh! In fact, in good liturgical practice, I have only ONE answer to “May the Force be with You” and it ISN’T “And also with you!”
May 13, 2002 | This Life
Ok� lately my friends in the outer regions of the world (Montana and Upstate Washington) have been complaining about the weather. Snow this, snow that, and here I sit in perfect 70’s (possibly 80’s) weather with the beach less than a half hour away. Why am I feeling guilty? Who knows, but typically, I feel guilty about most things. It’s my wanna-be Catholic side, I suppose. Anyhow, in solidarity with those who are still suffering with winter weather, I chose NOT to go to the beach this Saturday but to my roof instead!
AND LET ME TELL YA: It wasn’t half bad. The upside of living in a run-down building at a Seminary is that well, the building is “run-down”. This meant that the access to the roof is NOT locked (as it should be for security and insurance reasons). Which meant that I could easily climb up to the fourth floor and up the ladder to the roof to sunbathe. WHICH I DID. In fact, I pretended that all that white canvas covering was really sand. I hauled up my blanket, my books (non-school material OF COURSE!), water, and a commuter cup of Sangria. (Do I know how to live?) What amazes me, is that NO one else had thought of it. Panoramic views of the valley and Mt. Tam. The only people who can even see you live on the remote mountain-side and well, they can see just about everything anyway(they should be able to see GOD for the money they spent on those views!) So, it was me, a book, sangria, and SUNSHINE. All without the BEACH!
HOWEVER, I went up too late in the day to get any real colour. And after spending two hours up there, I decided on Sunday that I needed something MORE for my investment. So, I climbed up on the roof again (minus the sangria� out of red wine!) and decided to roast a little more. Call it paying homage to the Sun god or call it courting skin cancer, either way NO WAY am I staying this pasty all summer. However, Sunday was about 10 degrees hotter than Saturday and after 40 minutes, I could feel my skin starting to bubble. All that white sand began to smell distinctly like old tarp being fried not to mention it doesn’t have the give of sand. OUCH! A strange and disturbing thought snaked its way into my mind. I began to wonder: is the Beach still there? Is it possible that while I pretended to go to the beach on top of a roof that the Pacific has disappeared altogether? I knew what I had to do!
I climbed down the ladder, a little woozy from the sun (good thing I was out of red wine!) and after a 2-hour nap recovering from my escapade on the roof, I hopped in my car and made the half hour trip to the Beach. I know, I know, I promised not to go. But I had to make sure. It was probably just a mild case of heat exhaustion, but you never know. And besides I drove there but I didn’t get out of the car. So, technically I am in the clear.
And just so there is no confusion; the Beach is still there. And so is the Pacific. Whew!
May 2, 2002 | This Life
Webster defines procrastination as:
transitive senses : to put off intentionally and habitually–
intransitive senses : to put off intentionally the doing of something that should be done.
In my case (both senses apply, with weighting towards the former) it’s a FACT OF LIFE! If I didn’t procrastinate I wouldn’t get anything done. Discuss!( aka… more later, when I’m not procrastinating about writing this.)
Apr 29, 2002 | This Life
:O (insert MSN’s tragic emoicons here) I’m in virtual procrastination mode. Radioio is down due to a power failure in Jacksonville, and consequently I don’t think I can write without a soundtrack. So, I will put off today… blah blah blah! Nothing like cramming a paper between classes. Let’s just call it an adrenaline rush and leave it at that.
:O (really, I’m in shock here…) I hate living in Graduate housing! Everytime my upstairs neighbor decides to indulge the Spirit of Martha Stewart and get domestic, my sink backs up with dirty floor water. Mind you, there is a worse source for water… but really! They mop their floors at the strangest times! Last week it was two in the morning… NOTHING like waking from a deep sleep (and a great dream I might add) by the sound of “gurggling”… UGH… and timing is everything. Tonight, a small child was completely derailed from brushing his teeth! All I know is, according to the five year old, we now need a “prepare man!” and we had better “call him quick!” He was shaking so hard I thought something serious had happened. The bathroom sink strikes again! And I just bet the poor kid is going to have the strangest therapy sessions in the future.
:O (ok… last shocking moment, I promise)… rumor has it… well, Ok.. I’m just making this part up. But don’t you think news looks better in threes? No? hmmmm
