since having vented about the annoyance of our house guest, things have only gotten worse. or it feels worse now that attention has been brought to it. i asked if he got an apartment, and he says he's working on it-- but for now is having trouble getting home for xmas because he lost his driver's license. which explains why he is home ALL DAY LONG.
i am probably getting my period soon.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
wherever i go, i will return
i had to migrate to the computer this morning while having breakfast because of a guest we have staying on our couch. normally, this is not something that bothers me, and he is one of those people that is totally courteous and pleasant but kind of to an annoying extent, and exaggerated and caricatured. like this morning; i walk into the kitchen at 1230pm intent on making a nice plate of scrambled eggs and coffee, but instead i see our guest on my favorite chair in the sun, reading. silence.
"good morning," i say quietly.
"OH GOOD MORNING," with a tense and genuine over-enthusiasm.
more silence. but i can sense his desire to act like he isn't there, even though his presence is so expansive it's almost viral. as i start to make my eggs, i hear him making these unnecessarily large quips at his book:
"HMPH... HMM!"
... suggesting perhaps, should i inquire what is so intriguing?
in my freshly brain cells demolished state, i choose not to indulge him and really pretend he isn't there. and begin to feel annoyed, and invaded in my living room, on my favorite chair in the sun that i might have enjoyed my cup of coffee on.
after my eggs are done, i am thoroughly annoyed and involuntarily obligated to move to my studio, where is the only place i can peacefully and un-irkfully eat my first meal of the day.
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that was a very literary entry wasn't it? i can't remember any time when i've written dialog like that.
&c.
"good morning," i say quietly.
"OH GOOD MORNING," with a tense and genuine over-enthusiasm.
more silence. but i can sense his desire to act like he isn't there, even though his presence is so expansive it's almost viral. as i start to make my eggs, i hear him making these unnecessarily large quips at his book:
"HMPH... HMM!"
... suggesting perhaps, should i inquire what is so intriguing?
in my freshly brain cells demolished state, i choose not to indulge him and really pretend he isn't there. and begin to feel annoyed, and invaded in my living room, on my favorite chair in the sun that i might have enjoyed my cup of coffee on.
after my eggs are done, i am thoroughly annoyed and involuntarily obligated to move to my studio, where is the only place i can peacefully and un-irkfully eat my first meal of the day.
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that was a very literary entry wasn't it? i can't remember any time when i've written dialog like that.
&c.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
i need to sell my as mercinerias record.
goddamn it's fucking cold in here.
maybe if i don't think about how cold it is, it won't be.
one more day of work before i get a break!! and of course, in karmic fashion, it's going to be spent alongside a fucking heinous paraeducator who just HATES me. and i know this because twice today when asking two very non-hassling questions, as to where the bathroom was and where they kept the paper towel supply, i got two eye-rolls, a glare, and some ignoring. what the fuck? sorry i'm the white lady who is in your precious compton elementary school, but it's not like you guys are slumming it in this facility or anything. or your job is difficult (you got out of your desk once as a brief interruption to reading the latest issue of essence cover to cover). and must you yell so frequently at the poor kids? WHY are you punishing them for laughing at the movie, when they are watching SHREK THE THIRD?!?!!!!! THEY ARE SEVERELY AUTISTIC 8 YEAR OLDS! JESUS!!!
ugh. anyway. i thought about canceling the gig but it's pretty easy and little hours and it's only one more day. and everyone else around the facility is really nice and sweet and awesome. the hating is so unnecessary, ms. yolanda.
what else is there to talk about aside from work? i ate pizza last night. my car remote died. the story is ultimately lame so it's not worth repeating. i went to yoga, and now i need to shower. yes, i am really living it up these days.
maybe if i don't think about how cold it is, it won't be.
one more day of work before i get a break!! and of course, in karmic fashion, it's going to be spent alongside a fucking heinous paraeducator who just HATES me. and i know this because twice today when asking two very non-hassling questions, as to where the bathroom was and where they kept the paper towel supply, i got two eye-rolls, a glare, and some ignoring. what the fuck? sorry i'm the white lady who is in your precious compton elementary school, but it's not like you guys are slumming it in this facility or anything. or your job is difficult (you got out of your desk once as a brief interruption to reading the latest issue of essence cover to cover). and must you yell so frequently at the poor kids? WHY are you punishing them for laughing at the movie, when they are watching SHREK THE THIRD?!?!!!!! THEY ARE SEVERELY AUTISTIC 8 YEAR OLDS! JESUS!!!
ugh. anyway. i thought about canceling the gig but it's pretty easy and little hours and it's only one more day. and everyone else around the facility is really nice and sweet and awesome. the hating is so unnecessary, ms. yolanda.
what else is there to talk about aside from work? i ate pizza last night. my car remote died. the story is ultimately lame so it's not worth repeating. i went to yoga, and now i need to shower. yes, i am really living it up these days.
Monday, December 10, 2007
another day another dollar
back into the work week. just three more days after this one (i'm taking wedensday off for dr.'s appointment) and then three glorious weeks of vacation/hibernation. it's just gonna be me, angela chase (my so-called life has just been released on netlifx!!!!!!) and my space heater. together at last.
now that i am released from my burden to finish reading wicked (susie and i collectively decided it was a flub of bad writing and not work finishing), i'm deciding on what to read next. this morning i quickly picked up cat's cradle, which i have already started reading twice, but i think the third time is not the charm. why must it be so difficult choosing a book to read? for me it must be the hardest decision to make, because it's making a tiny committment. a time-based committment. an emotional investment and time-based committment. kind of like being in a relationship.
i wanted to go grocery shopping today because i am addicted to readymade burritos (the epitome of laziness), but i forgot last week that i burdened myself with the task of buying a huge bag of frozen chicken breasts at trader joes, in an effort to put more than 3 minutes of microwave cooking into my meals. but it's so easy to become accustomed to the convenience of frozen readymade food. but at the same time it feels so wrong, so undeserved. even though boiling chicken doesn't take a lot of time at all (it really doesn't), all of a sudden i've become fearful of it. so, in an effort to at least try to prepare food beyond the microwave, i hereby declare that i will NOT go to the grocery store today after work.
now i can't believe i really wrote that much about the moral implications of cooking food versus microwaving food.
it's amazing the difference between 7th graders and 8th graders. they grow so much in one summer. i can't imagine the shock and awe after seeing each other grow 1 foot and suddenly develop more adult like features.
i have to go now because i have one more batch of kids before my day is done. like batches of cookies, but only messier, less sweet, and half-baked.
now that i am released from my burden to finish reading wicked (susie and i collectively decided it was a flub of bad writing and not work finishing), i'm deciding on what to read next. this morning i quickly picked up cat's cradle, which i have already started reading twice, but i think the third time is not the charm. why must it be so difficult choosing a book to read? for me it must be the hardest decision to make, because it's making a tiny committment. a time-based committment. an emotional investment and time-based committment. kind of like being in a relationship.
i wanted to go grocery shopping today because i am addicted to readymade burritos (the epitome of laziness), but i forgot last week that i burdened myself with the task of buying a huge bag of frozen chicken breasts at trader joes, in an effort to put more than 3 minutes of microwave cooking into my meals. but it's so easy to become accustomed to the convenience of frozen readymade food. but at the same time it feels so wrong, so undeserved. even though boiling chicken doesn't take a lot of time at all (it really doesn't), all of a sudden i've become fearful of it. so, in an effort to at least try to prepare food beyond the microwave, i hereby declare that i will NOT go to the grocery store today after work.
now i can't believe i really wrote that much about the moral implications of cooking food versus microwaving food.
it's amazing the difference between 7th graders and 8th graders. they grow so much in one summer. i can't imagine the shock and awe after seeing each other grow 1 foot and suddenly develop more adult like features.
i have to go now because i have one more batch of kids before my day is done. like batches of cookies, but only messier, less sweet, and half-baked.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
the sun rises at night no longer
i thought about now was time for another blogging entry. because it would be criminal sitting in front of a computer all day and not doing so...
today is my second day at rosamund felsen. i didn't realize that when i started this job that it would be the first time i was entirely in charge of someone's operation/business. or you know, manning the gates or whatever. it's been pretty alright so far. there isn't a whole lot to report because well... i don't really do anything to report. i read a really great interview between chris ofili and brice marden yesterday, and today was going to be my day to plow through wicked (sorry susie) but instead i've been writing more emails (like yesterday), doing some gallery work (inputting articles), eating a frozen burrito (my current lunch staple), getting coffee and going to the bathroom.
lucrecia introduced me to viva radio. i like it. except i don't like that it has played emperor's "the loss and curse of reverence" in two different sets today because it's such an annoying hardcore song. otherwise, the station keeps me sort of sane here at work. i even thought about bringing a movie (would that be too much?) to watch. maybe i shouldn't mention that.
if anyone reading this will come visit me with carob malt balls in tote i would be most utterly grateful. your bonus: mint lemonade from the bergamot cafe, on me!
i'm sorry. i'm so bored. i'll stop indulging in you. i'll get back to reading wicked.
today is my second day at rosamund felsen. i didn't realize that when i started this job that it would be the first time i was entirely in charge of someone's operation/business. or you know, manning the gates or whatever. it's been pretty alright so far. there isn't a whole lot to report because well... i don't really do anything to report. i read a really great interview between chris ofili and brice marden yesterday, and today was going to be my day to plow through wicked (sorry susie) but instead i've been writing more emails (like yesterday), doing some gallery work (inputting articles), eating a frozen burrito (my current lunch staple), getting coffee and going to the bathroom.
lucrecia introduced me to viva radio. i like it. except i don't like that it has played emperor's "the loss and curse of reverence" in two different sets today because it's such an annoying hardcore song. otherwise, the station keeps me sort of sane here at work. i even thought about bringing a movie (would that be too much?) to watch. maybe i shouldn't mention that.
if anyone reading this will come visit me with carob malt balls in tote i would be most utterly grateful. your bonus: mint lemonade from the bergamot cafe, on me!
i'm sorry. i'm so bored. i'll stop indulging in you. i'll get back to reading wicked.
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