It is too hot to think about work. It is even too hot to post.
Dear Person we pay rent to:
We pay rent. Can you please provide us with a little air of the conditioned variety?
Sincerely,
The tenants who will melt away any minute.
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East to Sacramento that is. I am gearing up for a meeting with my advisor. He wants to see a time line for my disseration. I keep trying to tell him that is a waste of time for me to make these time lines. If I had followed a SINGLE one of them, I would have been done CENTURIES ago. But alas, here I am, still knee deep in dissertation crap and scrambling for air. The only thing I can say is that I look forward to this all being in the past. But I say that all of time.
A few weeks ago my mom told me that her and my dad bet on whether or not I would finish by the end of June. Meaning one had faith that I would finish and one didn’t. And I know which one had the faith and which one didn’t. There was no winning this one. The one that had faith would lose faith when I didn’t finish and the other would already know that I wasn’t going to finish and never had faith to begin with. Which is worse?
Apparently there was something big riding on this bet. And I was pretty pissed that they bet at all and couldn’t figure out why my mom told me in the first place. I am guessing that they think it is taking me so long because I procrastinate. And that has a little to do with it. But it also has to do with a million other things as well.
But that is all the past. (I called my mom to talk about it and she made it clear that they are not dissapointed in me and all of the other things a great mom does when you tell her your feelings are hurt.) Even if I could have finished by the end of June, I wouldn’t have wanted to. See, the beautiful thing about grad school is that they pay me to do this shit. And what with not being able to work the month of August and wondering how I was going to pay all of my bills, stretching it out another month was really the best idea I have had in my entire life. Because even though I don’t work on my dissertation 40 hours a week, I am getting paid like I do. Add that to the part time job that I am working, and you are looking at a girl who might actually accumulate a savings. You read that right, a SAVINGS.
So even if the loser of the bet loses something big, or owes the winner something big, I sleep better at night knowing that I can afford to take my first trip to Las Vegas to meet my parents in August. I sleep better at night, knowing that my rent won’t be late and my bill payments are all on time. And mostly, I sleep better knowing that I won’t have to ask for financial help in the month of August, because I might actually have this money thing under control.
Share on FacebookWe set the alarm to wake us up at 5:30. That is 5:30 AM. One of us showers. The other lays in bed listening. Then we switch. We crowd the kitchen getting our breakfasts and lunches together. Then we are out the door around 7, sometimes earlier. I work a 6 hour day. Winemonkey works a 10-12 hour day. I come home. I feel tired (see the first sentence). I try to convince myself to cook. Winemonkey calls and says he will be late. He calls again to say that he will be really late. Then I abandon cooking all together.
This happens about 3 days a week. I don’t ever want a real job. If I am this beat now, I can only imagine what it would be like if I worked 8 or 10 hours a day.
Share on FacebookI just got done watching Me and You and Everyone we know.
Me and You and Everyone We Know is a poetic and penetrating observation of how people struggle to connect with one another in an isolating and contemporary world. Christine Jesperson is a lonely artist and “Eldercab” driver who uses her fantastical artistic visions to draw her aspirations and objects of desire closer to her. Richard Swersey (John Hawkes), a newly single shoe salesman and father of two boys, is prepared for amazing things to happen. But when he meets the captivating Christine, he panics. Life is not so oblique for Richard’s seven-year-old Robby, who is having a risqué internet romance with a stranger, and his fourteen- year-old brother Peter who becomes the guinea pig for neighborhood girls— practicing for their future of romance and marriage. In July’s modern world, the mundane is transcendent and everyday people become radiant characters who speak their innermost thoughts, act on secret impulses, and experience truthful human moments that at times approach the surreal. They seek together-ness through tortured routes and find redemption in small moments that connect them to someone else on earth.
Amazing. It was absolutely amazing.
And I also just watched the short film “Are You The Favorite Person Of Anybody?”. Also pretty amazing.
Share on FacebookLast night I had my second date with the guy my boss introduced me to (not the Fedex guy who managed to produce the Worst Date Evar entry). The first date was spent playing a really really crappy game of pool after bowling one night this week and then going for a walk by the river. The first date was very nice. He held my hand, he was a gentleman, etc. – exactly what a real date should look like.
The second date went just as well. I met him at his new place (he just moved two days ago). We watched some tv and ate dinner on the floor of his living room because his couch hasnt arrived yet. Then we went to Bed Bath and Beyond to pick out accessories for his newly painted place. Yes – I was entertained – and No it wasn’t boring. After Bed Bath and Beyond we went back to his apartment to set everything up and then we played scrabble.
It was a comfortable feeling. He is definitely a potential relationship person. Although he is really weird. But in a good way.
Share on FacebookSo I have been on this marathon dating kick recently. As in – I have gone on four dates with three different people in the past week. It can wear a girl out and I am starting to lose track of names.
Last night was the worst date I have ever been on in my life. EVER – and I have been on some pretty bad ones! This guy was weird, boring, and frankly not very attractive. To give you an example of how not attractive he was – he showed up in his FedEx uniform with a gut and a lisp. But besides lacking in physical chemistry, he was boring. I can’t even begin to explain how boring he was – but to give you a snippet of our conversation read below:
This was the first thing he asked me:
FedEx: So – what are you looking for in a guy?
Me: I don’t know that is why I am out there dating.
FedEx: So is this a date?
My theory on the whole dating thing is this – when you reach a certain age and you are both single and you are going out by yourselves then it is a date. Read: You do not need to ask the person you are with if this is a date.
The best part is that he thought the date went well and wanted to give me a kiss goodnight. Um – no.
Tonight I have another date – this is the second date with someone I went out with this week. We will see how this one goes.
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