For the past several nights I have had several things to impede my sleeping habits. My mind keeps waking me up in the outrageously early morning hours, and not allowing me to sleep peacefully for several more hours.
Saturday night/Sunday morning I woke up (4:53) to discover a complete inability to process thoughts in a logical manner. Random names, silly words and extreme aspects of facial features (big noses, random warts, overhanging brows) kept jumping into my brain with no warning - and certainly no explanation. I contemplated David/squishy/flat nose for quite a while. Finally I resorted to telling myself a story - forcing myself to think sequentially.
This morning it was all about organization. I made some very solid personal statements correlating my emotional wellbeing with the organization of my surroundings...and the organization of my surroundings with the amount of things I own. This in itself is not completely insane - but then I started listing the things I owned, and trying to figure out how to get rid of them.
It started at the front door, I owned the front door and it had to stay. Then the shoe pile next to the front door, I had to keep the shoes - but the pile had to go. Things got very confusing when I was self-explaining how I partially own my roommates - after all, I have time and energy invested in them. I knew practically they both needed to stay (if for no other reason than economy), but I also know it is wrong to own another person. As I lulled myself back to sleep I was determined to stop spending time with my friends, it was the right thing to do.
Aside from a stellar duet with Pavarotti (RIP) the rest of my slumber was uneventful.
This is a sure sign that I need something to occupy my mind.
9.10.2007
9.06.2007
Spring forward
Over the course of my life I have always considered myself to have a few "fall-backs." Some options in case I find the course of my life going in an unforeseen direction. These choices include, but are not limited to: law school, authoring a book, writing a screenplay, international au pair, housekeeping, and my personal favorite... going insane.
Law school is still an option. The LSAT is out of the way...but could I really handle 3 more years of school? I will wait out my roommate's attempts at post-graduate work, see if I can get a feel for their views.
Authoring a book/screenplay are both very appealing. I have always thought if I simply had the time to sit and write I could easily whip one out...more than likely a Great American Novel. However, this past month has been nothing but - and I have done nothing of...
International au pair is out of the question until this lease is up.
Housekeeping, I think, is mostly just because I have a secret desire to harmonize with myself on "Sing Sweet Nightingale" as the bubbles reflect my elbow-greasery.
Honestly, that last-listed sounds the most appealing most of the time. It seems as if there is a certain freedom in allowing your mind to rid itself of the constraints we put on ourselves from day to day.
But for now, I will persevere. I had a follow-up phone-interview that went very well... How does one go about proving themselves the best thing to ever happen to a company?
Law school is still an option. The LSAT is out of the way...but could I really handle 3 more years of school? I will wait out my roommate's attempts at post-graduate work, see if I can get a feel for their views.
Authoring a book/screenplay are both very appealing. I have always thought if I simply had the time to sit and write I could easily whip one out...more than likely a Great American Novel. However, this past month has been nothing but - and I have done nothing of...
International au pair is out of the question until this lease is up.
Housekeeping, I think, is mostly just because I have a secret desire to harmonize with myself on "Sing Sweet Nightingale" as the bubbles reflect my elbow-greasery.
Honestly, that last-listed sounds the most appealing most of the time. It seems as if there is a certain freedom in allowing your mind to rid itself of the constraints we put on ourselves from day to day.
But for now, I will persevere. I had a follow-up phone-interview that went very well... How does one go about proving themselves the best thing to ever happen to a company?
9.03.2007
8.28.2007
A life long journey
Who could have guessed all those years of curfew in college would have prepared me for life in the big city:
Here in CBL the subway/EL is my primary mode of transportation. It is quick, easy, inexpensive - and far less stressful than driving in COWSL (City of One-Way Street Love). Unfortunately, the trains stop running at/around midnight. The SEPTA buses still run-on through the night - but seriously, who takes buses anymore?
Last night, after a lovely night out, I realized it was far too late to catch the subway. My options were either a cab, or a bus.
And then I started thinking.
I often tell people that my apartment really isn't that far from downtown - perhaps I was right. To prove it to myself, and get an accurate time/distance, I decided to walk home.
3.1 miles and oh-so-many blocks later, I was home.
My intention was never to economize, but when I returned home I was terribly impressed with myself for the money I had saved on a cab...all the trip had cost was 45 minutes of my time, a little peace-of-mind and the six dollars and fifty cents I gave out to homeless people along the way.
8.27.2007
Friday, Saturday and Sunday
Weekends do not matter to someone without a job.
All I am asking for is a reason to care about the weekend.
Does that sound desperate?
- more -
There is a chance I will never grow tired of seeing the skyline as I go throughout my day. On my way from the EL stop I have a beautiful view from the north, on the way back from the super-market I have a stunning view from the south. Riding the train back from the airport there is an overwhelmingly comforting view - welcoming home the tired and poor to the huddled mass where it is kinda hard to breathe.
All I am asking for is a reason to care about the weekend.
Does that sound desperate?
- more -
There is a chance I will never grow tired of seeing the skyline as I go throughout my day. On my way from the EL stop I have a beautiful view from the north, on the way back from the super-market I have a stunning view from the south. Riding the train back from the airport there is an overwhelmingly comforting view - welcoming home the tired and poor to the huddled mass where it is kinda hard to breathe.
8.21.2007
Difference #464
I flew home last weekend. My little brother was getting married.
I am old.
I packed my suit and two changes of clothes, threw in sandals and my dress shoes, my toothbrush and deodorant (I left behind toothpaste, shampoo, shower gel and hair product - I was not checking a bag). I trudged 5 blocks to the nearest ATM, and back 2 blocks to my EL stop. Took the Blue Line to Market East and caught the R1 to the airport. Used my credit card for self-check-in. Argued with the security guy about my deodorant being a liquid/gel (He said it was, I contended it was not. I eventually pointed out that the container actually says "Smart Solid." I won.). Worked on cover letters on my laptop on the plane, and sent in another resume from the Charlotte airport. Talked with everyone and their mother about "What I am doing these days," and "Why Philadelphia." After the weekend, I flew home.
I am a grown up.
As I arrived back in CBL I gave directions and tips to a lovely woman flying in for an extended lay-over from Paris. I told her what to see, where to eat and what trains to take to fulfill said advice.
I am from Philadelphia.
I am old.
I packed my suit and two changes of clothes, threw in sandals and my dress shoes, my toothbrush and deodorant (I left behind toothpaste, shampoo, shower gel and hair product - I was not checking a bag). I trudged 5 blocks to the nearest ATM, and back 2 blocks to my EL stop. Took the Blue Line to Market East and caught the R1 to the airport. Used my credit card for self-check-in. Argued with the security guy about my deodorant being a liquid/gel (He said it was, I contended it was not. I eventually pointed out that the container actually says "Smart Solid." I won.). Worked on cover letters on my laptop on the plane, and sent in another resume from the Charlotte airport. Talked with everyone and their mother about "What I am doing these days," and "Why Philadelphia." After the weekend, I flew home.
I am a grown up.
As I arrived back in CBL I gave directions and tips to a lovely woman flying in for an extended lay-over from Paris. I told her what to see, where to eat and what trains to take to fulfill said advice.
I am from Philadelphia.
8.12.2007
CBL
I live somewhere else now. I have always known it would happen...but now that it has, the feeling has yet to sink in. Possibly things will change once I get a job (yes, that was me saying I still don't have a job).
The building I live in, however, is incredible. Our place is wonderful - high ceilings, hard wood floors, lots of space (very little storage) - just the way I like it. I have met really nice people:
Katie: works in the handcrafted-all natural-wood-furniture store (all the shops around here are hyphenated, and most of them include "natural" somewhere in the title). She was a huge help when things went a little wrong upon our arrival.
Sara: "with no H," she is quick to inform you. I suppose that is helpful in remembering her name. I am not sure if she also works in the store, but she sure spends a lot of time there.
Ken: one of the building managers. He saved our lives by letting us move in to the place, even though our broker had messed up a lot of the details (a lot=all). He is constantly checking with all the tenants to make sure we are doing well.
Ken's cronies: two larger guys that are constantly with Ken. A sort of Crabb and Goyle - minus the dark arts.
Joe: our neighbor. Joe wears Under Armour.
The job search continues. It is hard to know what to do at this point, my computer is sick of typing cover letters - but if he types the right one, I have promised to buy him the new wireless keyboard he asked for.
The building I live in, however, is incredible. Our place is wonderful - high ceilings, hard wood floors, lots of space (very little storage) - just the way I like it. I have met really nice people:
Katie: works in the handcrafted-all natural-wood-furniture store (all the shops around here are hyphenated, and most of them include "natural" somewhere in the title). She was a huge help when things went a little wrong upon our arrival.
Sara: "with no H," she is quick to inform you. I suppose that is helpful in remembering her name. I am not sure if she also works in the store, but she sure spends a lot of time there.
Ken: one of the building managers. He saved our lives by letting us move in to the place, even though our broker had messed up a lot of the details (a lot=all). He is constantly checking with all the tenants to make sure we are doing well.
Ken's cronies: two larger guys that are constantly with Ken. A sort of Crabb and Goyle - minus the dark arts.
Joe: our neighbor. Joe wears Under Armour.
The job search continues. It is hard to know what to do at this point, my computer is sick of typing cover letters - but if he types the right one, I have promised to buy him the new wireless keyboard he asked for.
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