Thursday, February 14, 2008
The secret project
That im too embarrassed to really reveal right now but its in the works. i'm signed up and everything. Hopefully this will distract me for awhile.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
curiosity killed the cat (but satisfaction bought him back)
But im never really satisfied. Cant seem to follow through on things. In the midst of one thing im doing, i get bored and want to leave and start on something new. What about seeing things through or commitment?
I thought curiosity was a childish trait, I thought id grow out of it. Buit im realizing that perhaps I wont? In fact it seems to be getting worse.
I thought curiosity was a childish trait, I thought id grow out of it. Buit im realizing that perhaps I wont? In fact it seems to be getting worse.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Freeze
Sometimes I stop in the middle of something and i think
Where am I. Today it happened while I was closing the gym. I'm in Atlanta. At work. Cleaning. Working a double shift. Its cold.
Today I went to work at the library, got my eyebrows done, ate indian buffet, drove around, wroked a grueling night shift at the gym, took marta home.
Life can be so elusive at times, like just when you reach out and grab it, it slips through your fingers like quicksand.
Its funny like that..
Where am I. Today it happened while I was closing the gym. I'm in Atlanta. At work. Cleaning. Working a double shift. Its cold.
Today I went to work at the library, got my eyebrows done, ate indian buffet, drove around, wroked a grueling night shift at the gym, took marta home.
Life can be so elusive at times, like just when you reach out and grab it, it slips through your fingers like quicksand.
Its funny like that..
What am i doing with my life?
I feel a bit aimless. I made some bad decisions that i rpobably wont recover from. Makes me depressed, keeps me up at night. Not sure how to fix that.
A gulty conscience needs no accuser
A gulty conscience needs no accuser
Monday, January 28, 2008
The day started so well
Sometimes im ioverwhelemd, espcially financally. Sure no one can make it on their own but i hate relying on people, asking people for money. I live in Atlanta partly because of the freedom i have here. I dont have a family member for miles. I like that space.
I got paid two days ago, add to that a hefty commission check and my tax return came back. Plis my birthday is coming up so that usually yields an extre spending change. so for while i was in the clear. finally, 2008 of to a new start.
Well just when i was riding igh. My cars transmission stated acting up. I took it by the shop, he put some new transmission fluid in it and for a day it drove like a dream. But then it reverted back to its old ways again and the problem came back with a vengence. I dont know how much its going to cost to repair it.
So i set aside some time this week to take it by the shop.
Tpday i went to piedmont park because the weather was nice. Walked some dogs, did that whole thing. Afterwards we decided to go to Six Feet Under. I bit into an oyster and wouldnt you know, it had sand in it which caused my teeth to crack and crumble out my mouth. AGHHHH!
Oh and did i mention that rent is due Friday?
I have alternating paudays so trouble dont last always. With this new job i had visions of moving into a studio of my own, have my own space, but i think i may still have to be with a roomate. Man we havnt made it past January and shit already falling apart.
Mardi Gras is next week, im excited about stumbling through the french quarter drunk, hearing music and partying. Hopefully itll be a good endcap for this misdirected month...
So now it looks as though i
I got paid two days ago, add to that a hefty commission check and my tax return came back. Plis my birthday is coming up so that usually yields an extre spending change. so for while i was in the clear. finally, 2008 of to a new start.
Well just when i was riding igh. My cars transmission stated acting up. I took it by the shop, he put some new transmission fluid in it and for a day it drove like a dream. But then it reverted back to its old ways again and the problem came back with a vengence. I dont know how much its going to cost to repair it.
So i set aside some time this week to take it by the shop.
Tpday i went to piedmont park because the weather was nice. Walked some dogs, did that whole thing. Afterwards we decided to go to Six Feet Under. I bit into an oyster and wouldnt you know, it had sand in it which caused my teeth to crack and crumble out my mouth. AGHHHH!
Oh and did i mention that rent is due Friday?
I have alternating paudays so trouble dont last always. With this new job i had visions of moving into a studio of my own, have my own space, but i think i may still have to be with a roomate. Man we havnt made it past January and shit already falling apart.
Mardi Gras is next week, im excited about stumbling through the french quarter drunk, hearing music and partying. Hopefully itll be a good endcap for this misdirected month...
So now it looks as though i
Saturday, January 26, 2008
They wear fur coats to the library
Because its buckhead. They talk with long southern drawls that sound straight out of Driving Ms. daisy . There is even a booster club to raise money for the library.
Its another world.
When i interviewed for positionsin the Atlanta Fulton Public Library system, it was my last choice. so confident and cocky i was certain i would get my top choice, that i didnt even feel the need to go to the last library. But i did...for 'practice'. (Dont you love being slapped back down?).
I wante something more 'urban', something where i could 'work with' people. I had a demographic in mind. Something more diverse. (and not to mention MARTA accessible). It takes an hour to get there on the train as opposed to the 20 minute commutes in the other libraries i interviewed at.
But the Lord works in mysterious ways. THey called 3 weeks after my interview. 'Which library I asked excitedly...
Oh...
Well. I needed a job asap. The money/hours were cool. And there was a bus that went there...
Those were pretty much the reasons i decided to take the job. I agreed over the phone and called the branch manager to confirm. "oh girl im so excited! you were my first choice! I was hpoing and holdong my breath that you take the posotion"
Well at least someone was excited. But i mean, how can you be disappointed when shes so happy youre coming?
I'm wondering what the lesson is here. Of the 30 branches of the Atlanta library system,, why this one? I think its partly karma for my cockiness and my issues with AmeriCorps. But most of all i think of it as a kind of resume rehab. THe last year has been filled with a string of short term stints and i need to show hat i can commit to a job. I mean what kind of trouble could i possibly get myself in in checking out books to socialites and their children? Especially when i have a manager ho believes in me. I need to do the best i can. At least for 6 monthes(after 6 monthes you are eligible to transfer)
Im starting to warm up to the quirkiness of the 60 something white librarians. In circulation class, i even had a little 'branch pride' moment surrounded by people from other branches.
I guess u cant judge a book by its cover
Its another world.
When i interviewed for positionsin the Atlanta Fulton Public Library system, it was my last choice. so confident and cocky i was certain i would get my top choice, that i didnt even feel the need to go to the last library. But i did...for 'practice'. (Dont you love being slapped back down?).
I wante something more 'urban', something where i could 'work with' people. I had a demographic in mind. Something more diverse. (and not to mention MARTA accessible). It takes an hour to get there on the train as opposed to the 20 minute commutes in the other libraries i interviewed at.
But the Lord works in mysterious ways. THey called 3 weeks after my interview. 'Which library I asked excitedly...
Oh...
Well. I needed a job asap. The money/hours were cool. And there was a bus that went there...
Those were pretty much the reasons i decided to take the job. I agreed over the phone and called the branch manager to confirm. "oh girl im so excited! you were my first choice! I was hpoing and holdong my breath that you take the posotion"
Well at least someone was excited. But i mean, how can you be disappointed when shes so happy youre coming?
I'm wondering what the lesson is here. Of the 30 branches of the Atlanta library system,, why this one? I think its partly karma for my cockiness and my issues with AmeriCorps. But most of all i think of it as a kind of resume rehab. THe last year has been filled with a string of short term stints and i need to show hat i can commit to a job. I mean what kind of trouble could i possibly get myself in in checking out books to socialites and their children? Especially when i have a manager ho believes in me. I need to do the best i can. At least for 6 monthes(after 6 monthes you are eligible to transfer)
Im starting to warm up to the quirkiness of the 60 something white librarians. In circulation class, i even had a little 'branch pride' moment surrounded by people from other branches.
I guess u cant judge a book by its cover
Thursday, January 17, 2008
hard day
Everything was going well. Well actually it wasnt, Ive been fighting off debt and just when i got back on my two feet, my car decides to start acting up. Now ive had this car for a month and its been real good too me, in fact so good i named her lucky. She has her problems shes a maure woman but i like mature women.
Well im going from 285 to I-20 east to 75/85 North and shes sailing, keeping a good 70 mph. I get off Freedom at freedom parkway and the car starts thumping. I had about 4 more miles to go so i prayed the car wouldnt give out in the one lane surrounding the carter Library. I made it home, thank God.
I hope hope hope i dont need a new transmission.
Well im going from 285 to I-20 east to 75/85 North and shes sailing, keeping a good 70 mph. I get off Freedom at freedom parkway and the car starts thumping. I had about 4 more miles to go so i prayed the car wouldnt give out in the one lane surrounding the carter Library. I made it home, thank God.
I hope hope hope i dont need a new transmission.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Little bites
I'm not a meal person. I'm a nibbler. I like to take a portion of a meal, take it back and work on it then return back to the pot and take another scoop. If there is an entire meal put on my plate, i get overwhelmed. Its too much food at one time. Sometimes ill spread out one meal over a 4 hour time, keeps it eaiser for me to eat.
I have realized that this minute detail translates into other pieces in my life. Like college, work and lceaning my slovenly abode. In projects, i like to do little pieces of the project and return to the group. So with this bit of new found self knowledge, i wonder if i can conquer a few things that i have deemed to overwhelmong to deal with in 2008. We shall see.
I have realized that this minute detail translates into other pieces in my life. Like college, work and lceaning my slovenly abode. In projects, i like to do little pieces of the project and return to the group. So with this bit of new found self knowledge, i wonder if i can conquer a few things that i have deemed to overwhelmong to deal with in 2008. We shall see.
what does this have to do with thoreau?
"I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will. Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows. The really diligent student in one of the crowded hives of Cambridge College is as solitary as a dervish in the desert. The farmer can work alone in the field or the woods all day, hoeing or chopping, and not feel lonesome, because he is employed; but when he comes home at night he cannot sit down in a room alone, at the mercy of his thoughts, but must be where he can "see the folks," and recreate, and as he thinks remunerate himself for his day's solitude; and hence he wonders how the student can sit alone in the house all night and most of the day without ennui and "the blues"; but he does not realize that the student, though in the house, is still at work in his field, and chopping in his woods, as the farmer in his, and in turn seeks the same recreation and society that the latter does, though it may be a more condensed form of it. "
I read Walden my junior year in high school. My teacher, Ms. Carp, introduced the book as either you love it or hate it. I had grown eary of the obooks. Junior year english was full of literature. THeir eyes were watching God, The Scarlet Letter, The sun also rises, Huckleberry Finn. I dont like literature. As I dont like most fiction. Even movies, i generally prefer a good documentary over a heartwarming tale. In2nd grade in our trip to the library, I found it helpful to remember fiction vs. non fiction by pairing fiction with 'fake'. I wonder if that colored my later experieneces with it.
But THoreau and the rest of the trancedentalists caught me. It wasnt fake. It was something real. It was observational. Nothing intrigues me more than someones observations. But it turns out i was the only one who 'loved it'. Class after class, my peers lambasted the book, calling him cynical and a loser who had no friends. But what i saw in his work reflected my own experiences. Like literally sitting in a room full of people and not feeling in any way connected to another person. It was such a common feeling for me, i had grown accustomed to being the only one, loniliness was my steady companion. It was in this class that i realized that being alone was second nature to me.
I was talking to a friend. She asked me why i had built up so much resentment toward people with money. I told her that evryone around me had more money than me, it always seemed like they 'could' and i 'couldnt'. They got things, I wanted things. To try to even the playing field I worked at the local star market for a year bagging groceries. In my blue shirts and khaki pants i scanned groceries for 5.50/hr, but even that never reallly got me past first base. The resentment, i tell her, was the only way i could be jealous and still like the people around me. If i didnt hold the jealosy inside, i wouldnt be able to talk to anyone around me. It was a functional jealosy.
It hurt. I felt disconnected. Lost a lot of confidence. And it wasnt that i wanted there to be people poorer than me because i get nothing from feeling better than someone else. I just wanted to be able to relate to someone. The median household income in my town was 85,000. Our household income was not even a quarter of that. I wanted there to be another Black girl in Belmont, who lived with her single mother and shared a room with her sister. Or something even remotely similar. Never happened. Oddly enough, people i went to HS with complain about not having any rent money, or money for utilities, now as adults they can relate, but that was my entire childhood.
And sometimes that feeling of not being able to realte still haunts me. I still dont have a lot of friends that i feel close too.I fucked up the friendship i had with my best friend and now i feel even more alone than i ever have.
And what does this have to do with thoreau, well everything and nothing. he was just on my mind today. I needed to read that passage again and feel the way i did in that Junior year class...
I read Walden my junior year in high school. My teacher, Ms. Carp, introduced the book as either you love it or hate it. I had grown eary of the obooks. Junior year english was full of literature. THeir eyes were watching God, The Scarlet Letter, The sun also rises, Huckleberry Finn. I dont like literature. As I dont like most fiction. Even movies, i generally prefer a good documentary over a heartwarming tale. In2nd grade in our trip to the library, I found it helpful to remember fiction vs. non fiction by pairing fiction with 'fake'. I wonder if that colored my later experieneces with it.
But THoreau and the rest of the trancedentalists caught me. It wasnt fake. It was something real. It was observational. Nothing intrigues me more than someones observations. But it turns out i was the only one who 'loved it'. Class after class, my peers lambasted the book, calling him cynical and a loser who had no friends. But what i saw in his work reflected my own experiences. Like literally sitting in a room full of people and not feeling in any way connected to another person. It was such a common feeling for me, i had grown accustomed to being the only one, loniliness was my steady companion. It was in this class that i realized that being alone was second nature to me.
I was talking to a friend. She asked me why i had built up so much resentment toward people with money. I told her that evryone around me had more money than me, it always seemed like they 'could' and i 'couldnt'. They got things, I wanted things. To try to even the playing field I worked at the local star market for a year bagging groceries. In my blue shirts and khaki pants i scanned groceries for 5.50/hr, but even that never reallly got me past first base. The resentment, i tell her, was the only way i could be jealous and still like the people around me. If i didnt hold the jealosy inside, i wouldnt be able to talk to anyone around me. It was a functional jealosy.
It hurt. I felt disconnected. Lost a lot of confidence. And it wasnt that i wanted there to be people poorer than me because i get nothing from feeling better than someone else. I just wanted to be able to relate to someone. The median household income in my town was 85,000. Our household income was not even a quarter of that. I wanted there to be another Black girl in Belmont, who lived with her single mother and shared a room with her sister. Or something even remotely similar. Never happened. Oddly enough, people i went to HS with complain about not having any rent money, or money for utilities, now as adults they can relate, but that was my entire childhood.
And sometimes that feeling of not being able to realte still haunts me. I still dont have a lot of friends that i feel close too.I fucked up the friendship i had with my best friend and now i feel even more alone than i ever have.
And what does this have to do with thoreau, well everything and nothing. he was just on my mind today. I needed to read that passage again and feel the way i did in that Junior year class...
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Luck be a lady tonight
My new car, her name is lucky. Her rear defrost doesnt work. Its dangerous to drive when you cant see behind you. When things are obscured by shifting weather and cold mornings.
Got a napkin, reached backed and wiped it down.
Got a napkin, reached backed and wiped it down.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Even im guilty sometimes of trying to please other people.
Truth hurts and im trying to deal with that the best way i know how.
My tooth is still broken and it hurts like hell- hopefully i can save up enough to pay for it. And everything else i need to pay for....aghhhhh
Deep breath
everything will be alright, she says, but do i really believe her?
Truth hurts and im trying to deal with that the best way i know how.
My tooth is still broken and it hurts like hell- hopefully i can save up enough to pay for it. And everything else i need to pay for....aghhhhh
Deep breath
everything will be alright, she says, but do i really believe her?
Monday, July 23, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Its been awhile
I think God is tryna tell me something. And apparently i am not paying enough attention or being too hard headed that he has resorted to smacking me across my face. No more 'writing on the walls' and 'burning bushes' hes taking the direct approach.
Thats my only conclusion. Everyday just gets more ridiculous than the day before. Its past the point of painfully bad and entered into the realm of absurdity. And just when i thought it couldnt get any worse, i looked down to find a piece of my tooth in my lap. Just pathetic. I can just hear the 900 dollars oozing out my bank account...
Sigh.
Maybe tomorrow my foot will spontaneously fall off too...
Thats my only conclusion. Everyday just gets more ridiculous than the day before. Its past the point of painfully bad and entered into the realm of absurdity. And just when i thought it couldnt get any worse, i looked down to find a piece of my tooth in my lap. Just pathetic. I can just hear the 900 dollars oozing out my bank account...
Sigh.
Maybe tomorrow my foot will spontaneously fall off too...
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Homeward Bound
Again im getting on a flight- this time headed to Los Angeles California. And though i dislike Xmas and ive resorted to emailing Amazon gift cards to my family- it'll be nice to see my family.
My flight leaves at 9:10 and its 3:30pm. I plan to leave here at 6:30-allowing me at least 1.5 hours on the MARTA. Also for the long lines... I get to Los Angeles at 11:30 pm which is going to inconvienc my family but ill persevere...
Sigh. Its so quiet in this house. Silence is creepy to me- as is darkness. I keep forgetting to pick up a night light.
I've been so into this Discovery Channel 6- Part Documentary about climbing Mt. Everest. Its so fascinating. White People are crazy!!! There was a controversy over the summer that csome climbrs passed up a dying man on the mountain. Now i can understand how something like that can happen...
I'm so tired for no reason. Its been a long weeknd but i got to see some of my old friends that i hadnt seen in awhile-i also looked into a mirror. Now i can see what they all see. And after a 2 hour phone call with my sisterand a conversation with Shan I think i have a new understanding of everything- good preperation for 2007. I'm a stubburn ass Aquarian- but theres potential...
I have concluded that I dont make friends very easily. That I am very distant thus not very easy to connect with. That i live life in a protective buffer zone that keeps me from getting hurt but also prevents me from really feeling anything. I'm also extremely sensitive. Hmmm. I told my sister that like money, investing in a realtionship and getting no return leads to bankruptcy. But what happens when you are too disheartened to invest in anything? I heard once that Pessimists are usually right but Optimists are more sucessful. Hmm more food for thought. My best friend is the biggest optimist i know. And i admire her for it. But optimism seems to often lead to disappointment and failure is scary. But i guess i just have to learn to deal with that too.
So i have my hopes UP for 2007. That i can genuinely connect with the people who have reached out to me with friendship. Especially the people who havnt given up on me yet. That I can open up enough to feel a connection with others, even if it times i gt hurt or disappointed. THat i can speak from my heart and not be so peripheral with people.
A journey of a million miles begins with one step...
January 1, 2007
My flight leaves at 9:10 and its 3:30pm. I plan to leave here at 6:30-allowing me at least 1.5 hours on the MARTA. Also for the long lines... I get to Los Angeles at 11:30 pm which is going to inconvienc my family but ill persevere...
Sigh. Its so quiet in this house. Silence is creepy to me- as is darkness. I keep forgetting to pick up a night light.
I've been so into this Discovery Channel 6- Part Documentary about climbing Mt. Everest. Its so fascinating. White People are crazy!!! There was a controversy over the summer that csome climbrs passed up a dying man on the mountain. Now i can understand how something like that can happen...
I'm so tired for no reason. Its been a long weeknd but i got to see some of my old friends that i hadnt seen in awhile-i also looked into a mirror. Now i can see what they all see. And after a 2 hour phone call with my sisterand a conversation with Shan I think i have a new understanding of everything- good preperation for 2007. I'm a stubburn ass Aquarian- but theres potential...
I have concluded that I dont make friends very easily. That I am very distant thus not very easy to connect with. That i live life in a protective buffer zone that keeps me from getting hurt but also prevents me from really feeling anything. I'm also extremely sensitive. Hmmm. I told my sister that like money, investing in a realtionship and getting no return leads to bankruptcy. But what happens when you are too disheartened to invest in anything? I heard once that Pessimists are usually right but Optimists are more sucessful. Hmm more food for thought. My best friend is the biggest optimist i know. And i admire her for it. But optimism seems to often lead to disappointment and failure is scary. But i guess i just have to learn to deal with that too.
So i have my hopes UP for 2007. That i can genuinely connect with the people who have reached out to me with friendship. Especially the people who havnt given up on me yet. That I can open up enough to feel a connection with others, even if it times i gt hurt or disappointed. THat i can speak from my heart and not be so peripheral with people.
A journey of a million miles begins with one step...
January 1, 2007
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz
So yeah- this insomnia is getting a little out of control. After varying success with warm milk, sleeping pills, gin/vodka/rum, NYQUIL, Tylenol PM (not all at once) I decided to try a more natural alternative.
sleeping pills reminded me too much of the methylphenidates i was forced to take back in high school which resulted in me dropping some 10lbs and caused a creepy zombie effect, according to my friends. Methylphenidate makes you feel as though your brain is asleep but your body is awke. Sleeping pills is the opposite, my body is asleep but my mind is awake. Kinda like being in a coma.
Alcohol works very well but after watching intervention a few too many times- i get scared even looking at a package store. Besides, im trying to preserve my liver and i dont have enough money to be an alcoholic at the moment.
last night on a late night trip to publix, I was wandering the aisle looking for some sea salt and i ended up in the tea section. The stock guy asked me what i was looking for and i told him, i was looking for the tea 'with the bear wearing pajamas on it'. Its the kind my mom used to have in the house but i never made it. I'm not a big fan of teas(they taste too watery) but i figured, ill give it a shot. So he hands me this box of Sleepytime EXTRA that comes with Valerian....hmmm
Now to me, Valerian tea sounds like something that can only be ordered from a Starfleet replicator. (In fact, I googled/wikied Valerian Tea and wouldnt you know, Valerians are a humanoid species from the Alpha Quadrant, allies to the Cardassians- it is also TNG's Deanna Troi's favorite tea. )
Okay but back to the valerian tea, I made some (put soo much honey in it it probably tasted like koolaid) last night and i was asleep in about 45 minutes. In full disclosure, the night before i had only 2 hours of sleep. So its maybe a bit too early to tell. but hopefully this will prove to be a much more gentle alternative benydryl.
sleeping pills reminded me too much of the methylphenidates i was forced to take back in high school which resulted in me dropping some 10lbs and caused a creepy zombie effect, according to my friends. Methylphenidate makes you feel as though your brain is asleep but your body is awke. Sleeping pills is the opposite, my body is asleep but my mind is awake. Kinda like being in a coma.
Alcohol works very well but after watching intervention a few too many times- i get scared even looking at a package store. Besides, im trying to preserve my liver and i dont have enough money to be an alcoholic at the moment.
last night on a late night trip to publix, I was wandering the aisle looking for some sea salt and i ended up in the tea section. The stock guy asked me what i was looking for and i told him, i was looking for the tea 'with the bear wearing pajamas on it'. Its the kind my mom used to have in the house but i never made it. I'm not a big fan of teas(they taste too watery) but i figured, ill give it a shot. So he hands me this box of Sleepytime EXTRA that comes with Valerian....hmmm
Now to me, Valerian tea sounds like something that can only be ordered from a Starfleet replicator. (In fact, I googled/wikied Valerian Tea and wouldnt you know, Valerians are a humanoid species from the Alpha Quadrant, allies to the Cardassians- it is also TNG's Deanna Troi's favorite tea. )
Okay but back to the valerian tea, I made some (put soo much honey in it it probably tasted like koolaid) last night and i was asleep in about 45 minutes. In full disclosure, the night before i had only 2 hours of sleep. So its maybe a bit too early to tell. but hopefully this will prove to be a much more gentle alternative benydryl.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Get them sit-ups right.
I've been eating too much and not exercising at all. Sure ive gained a few pounds which im a little excited about but i feel sluggish. The other day i ran up the street to catch a bus and i felt like i was running in slow motion. Even with my bad knees that was unacceptable. By the time i reached the bus(less than half a block) i was panting and could barely get on to pay the driver. On the good side though- i havnt eaten red meat in nearly 3 monthes. Thats a big deal. I have been eating a lot of fish though. Especially fish tacos and Mexican chicken soup which is a weakness for me. And i still like sushi...
So next month ill hopefully be in my/ our new place. Were working out minor details like where are we moving. I really like Decatur Sq, East Atlanta, Inman Park, East Lake, Edgewood/Candler Park and (note these are all MARTA stops for a reason). Midtown would be cool if i found somewhere walking toward the marta station. But I'm a little prejudice toward places on the Eastbound line. I dont like buckhead though. Lenox/ Buckhead white people are wierd to me. They creep me out.
Other news-im piecing together a work situation for next semester. I'm trying to do little jobs that interest me vs. a 9-5+ school situation. I do long for a steady paycheck though. School seems so irrelevant but so important. Its so hard to keep focused when im ready to graduate but my credits arent. Sigh- if there is one thing i have consistently battled in my life it is school. I don't know what it is about school but i have struggled with it since kindergarten. But ill graduate. I have to to do what i want to do...
Well thats all i have for today-that felt good...
So next month ill hopefully be in my/ our new place. Were working out minor details like where are we moving. I really like Decatur Sq, East Atlanta, Inman Park, East Lake, Edgewood/Candler Park and (note these are all MARTA stops for a reason). Midtown would be cool if i found somewhere walking toward the marta station. But I'm a little prejudice toward places on the Eastbound line. I dont like buckhead though. Lenox/ Buckhead white people are wierd to me. They creep me out.
Other news-im piecing together a work situation for next semester. I'm trying to do little jobs that interest me vs. a 9-5+ school situation. I do long for a steady paycheck though. School seems so irrelevant but so important. Its so hard to keep focused when im ready to graduate but my credits arent. Sigh- if there is one thing i have consistently battled in my life it is school. I don't know what it is about school but i have struggled with it since kindergarten. But ill graduate. I have to to do what i want to do...
Well thats all i have for today-that felt good...
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Airplane Survival Kit
Airplane Survival Kit
Originally uploaded by Alison G..
I'm back from Boston. I'll blog all about it later. In the meantime. Tomorrow i have to go make up hours i missed for Merry Corps
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Next stop, Georgia State
Next stop, Georgia State
Originally uploaded by Alison G..
So this is home. Home in the 'I'm being present in my life kinda way'. Sometimes I sit and think, I can't believe I'm here. Moments are cosmic- in that way that they cant be recreated. Perhaps thats why i like pictures so much. Of all the places i could be- right now i am here. And thats home.
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