I feel like my head is a swarming jumble of stuff trying to get out, but I don't know how to make my neurons fire in the correct sequence. Perhaps I am a little stressed out, a bit like those "Bing" commercials; to wit last night I caught myself sleep wandering three times and on one of these occasions actually stopped to debate what stage of sleep I was thus in and what brain waves were connected to said stage. Needless to say, I am so ready for it to be October 10th with the dreaded Pysch Subject test behind me. Random thought bits for now so I do 'splode:
- I don't see what the big deal about Katy Perry and her video with Elmo. Yes, she has breasts but I am assuming plenty of wardrobe people were around and they kept her in that. Also, children do no associate cleavage in the same way the pervy parents are. Speaking of which, give Mom or Dad a little eye-candy when they are watching Sesame Street for goodness sakes! I think it was cute. And their take on True Blood (called True Mud) made my day/week/month. People for reals need to get over so many hang ups.
- I seriously wonder how fat I had gotten, but I do know that things that haven't fit me in forever (if ever) are now looking smoking if not too big. I enjoy this, even when I bitch and moan about going to the gym. I would say it has been hard work, but it hasn't really. More of a cognitive shift to not be just another consuming American monster fat ass and the desire to feel healthy and stronger. Muscle, I had them, who knew?
- I would be much happier if we could purge belongings until they fit into a one-bedroom apartment with a small storage locker for seasonal things. Said one-bedroom apartment will be located near: transit, crunchy grocery, a gym or yoga or pilates studio, some sort of green space, good food, and people similar in thinking to me. It will also contain a stylish yet comfortable sleeper sofa (which may be the hardest bit of all). The DH who is back in Neckville agrees, or at least I think he does, it isn't as though I am getting to see him much.
- I am having a block about contacting old professors and mentors about rec letters, it is part fear, part change, and a lot of anxiety. What if they don't think I am as awesome as I think they think I am?
- Mulligan, that is all.
4 comments:
Omigod, I totally agree about the whole Katy Perry and Elmo video. It's not like her outfit was slutty. All it did was show skin. How in the world is that different than wearing a tank top or a bathing suit? I'm not even talking a string bikini, just a regular ol' one piece. Lordy.
When I moved to the east coast to be with Stagger Lee, I only brought what fit into my Jetta with me. I also kept on dropping off seasonal clothes at his place during my trips to visit him before the move, but that was it. Everything else went into storage. It was a full house worth of stuff, but I had a lot of furniture I didn't want to get rid of. I know we don't live in an area with the cheapest rates on longterm storage units, but at least we're here and in a relatively stable location. Sometimes it's handy/convenient/nice to know that you don't have to get rid of something completely if you can just postpone keeping it in your current residence for a bit. That's more handy for any heirloom or wannabe heirloom stuff someday. The IKEA furniture, well, that's what freecycle and craigslist are for. ;) Let me know if we can offer our services in any way possible.
Also, I forgot to say congrats on the muscle gain and fat release! I'm so glad to hear all your work is paying off. =) (My first personal trainer appointment is on Monday and I'm looking forward to that.)
P.S. The word verification for this comment is "menpay." That cracks me up for some odd reason.
1. I agree completely with the one-bedroom apartment plus storage unit thing. Trust me.
2. Your profs think you're awesome. Trust me on this, too. Go for it!
I still need to evaluate the Elmo thing, although given the track record of the future Mrs. Russell Brand one can see why CTW might be concerned about her past impression of being a young lady of surpassing congeniality.
(The music is absolutely ghastly, of course, except for that one Timbaland joint which only serves as further proof that I will listen to any load of old shite as long as it's in the key of A-flat.)
I personally know for a fact that there is an apartment coming free in Mountain Vegas this autumn; transit proximity is not what it could be and the current occupants have six cats but you gotta start somewhere...
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