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First off, did any of you see the Lions game tonight? Wow. You read it here first folks: The Lions are going to win the next Super Bowl.


A good chunk of the day was characterized by the monotony of Internet job postings. I found a few new opportunities to go after, but I also found some opportunities that I've already gone after. I'm always a little disappointed when I find that the job I've applied for has been re-posted, especially when I haven't heard back from the potential employers. Oh well.


Remember when I used to quote song lyrics at y'all? Well, instead of doing that, tonight I'm going to share some links to videos of two of my new favorite artists.

First off is a live version of "Paris is Burning" by St. Vincent. I love watching her play the guitar.

Next is a video by Fionn Regan.

I hope you enjoy.

I'm grateful for my new musical crush, Annie Clark (20).

Emotions

Today is a bit hard for me to write about right now. I'm such a jumble of whoknowswhat that I'm having a hard time sorting things out. I'm sad. I'm disappointed. I'm hopeful. I'm happy. I'm expectant. I'm doubtful. I'm tired. I'm confident. . . I am confident. . . That's good. . . I'm back at my parents's now. I pursued two jobs today. I left one voice-mail message that hasn't gotten a response yet, and I sent one e-mail that got a computer-generated response indicating that the addressee would not be checking her email until the fourteenth. Damn. Both would be great opportunities for me, but I'm feeling so impatient right now. Don't these people know that the world revolves around me? Why aren't they sitting in their offices and waiting for me to contact them? Why aren't they coming to me and just handing me whatever job I want? . . Yeah. My impatience is irrational. A job search takes some time, and I've only been fully committed to mine for a short while now. But grrrr, how much longer is this going to take? Are we there yet?

I'm grateful for nieces and nephews (20).

My last day

As today is my final full day staying with my sister's family, we all pretty much blocked it off for a fun day. Those of you who know my family well, know that if today was a fun day, it must've started with donuts. And it did. Donuts followed by cuddling on the couch while watching The Little Mermaid. Next was the driving range. Then Whac-A-Mole, Don't Break the Ice, and Old Maid. Next was a quick game of the newest edition of NCAA football. Then the zoo. We thought the kids would enjoy the zoo. We thought wrong. The kids kind of had a "Let us know when you're done looking at the tigers. We'll be playing in that puddle over there." sort of attitude. But I still had a good time. Then we had a picnic in the living room for dinner. Then came ice cream because a fun day must include ice cream. Next it was the kids's bedtime. I tucked in Elephant and read her a story and all that. After that, things got really crazy around here. We broke out the new eighties version of Guitar Hero and all hell broke loose. . . And, in brief, that was today.

I am grateful for "The Warrior" by Scandal (20).

That's inappropriate

If I were told to synopsize my life, the phrase 'a string of inappropriate decisions' would more than likely appear in it. Today, I've made yet another inappropriate decision. I'm going to temporarily, temporarily, move back into my parents house. . . What? But Procrastinator, that seems like it's the exact opposite of number 8 on the list. Yes. Yes. You do have a point there. However, right now I am concerning myself most with number 2 and number 12. And, while I love my sister's family dearly, with two kids who are under five living in the house, I'm having a hard time focusing on my writing and the job search. I am extremely grateful for my sister, her husband, and their kids for allowing me to stay with them for this length of time, and I regret the unpleasantness I know they all experienced as a result of the funk I've been in during this whole 'list' process of mine. If I could, I would just get myself an apartment and not impose my temporary nastiness back on my parents. But I have no idea what city the job I end up getting will be in, and I don't want to deal with breaking a lease two weeks into it. So yet again, I'm going home. . . again.

It is a bit sad for me, though. My sister and her husband have been amazing, patient, supportive, distracting when I've needed it, and so much more. And the kids. . . hmm. . . I've just stared at the screen trying to figure out how to explain what they mean to me, and I don't know where to begin. Probably the only way they could mean more to me would be if they were my own kids. I'm going to miss the whole bunch of them.

If you can't tell who I'm grateful for tonight, then . . . (20).

A lesson from mother nature

Some weekends I fill in and deliver papers, and this weekend was one of those weekends. The way it works is that I pick up the papers on Saturday night and then roll them and can deliver them either Saturday night or Sunday before noon. So Saturday I rolled the papers and then decided to just kind of dick around and waste my time and then deliver the papers in the morning. Mother nature saw this behavior and said, "You silly, silly procrastinator. Haven't you learned? Well, maybe a little cold downpour will teach you about not putting off until tomorrow what you can do today." Needless to say, I got pretty wet this morning.

Later on in the day, I took my niece for a walk in the cemetery. Maybe that sounds a bit morbid, but the cemetery is just down the street from here, and she loves going there. Today, perhaps because of the rain, the flowers that loved the tombstones were especially pretty (heh, at the writers conference they said not to use generic descriptions like 'pretty,' oh well), and my niece had to smell all of them. She would run up to a patch of flowers. "Don't step on them," I would warn, but she would always stop just before doing any damage, crouch at the knees, and then hold her hair back to get a real good whiff. "They smell so beautiful." It's funny, I always thought that you were supposed to stop to smell the roses. I guess running to smell the roses isn't such a bad strategy either.

I'm grateful for a job posting that has me quite excited (20).

My semi-anniversary

So, if I'm not mistaken, today makes six months of this blog thing I'm doing. What have I done with my time? Sometimes I think I've done lots of things that I probably wouldn't have done otherwise, yoga class, poker tournaments, a week with a bunch of writers at Wesleyan, a 5k, etc. But other times I think, "Is this all I can do in six months?" I seem to have accumulated a bunch of false starts over the past half-year. Is life like the Olympics? If I have too many false starts, will I get disqualified? I hope not. That would suck. . . Heh. The brilliant~ writer really dug deep for that last sentence. . . Anyway, on my halfiversary I've decided to renew my vows if you will and re-dedicate myself to updating this thing on a nightly basis. . . even if all I have to write is, "Damn. I should've done more today." I've actually done lots of stuff and then procrastinated writing about it until the stuff was too far in the past for me to really feel as though it was any longer relevant. Of course, if I'm truly going to be honest, there've been a lot of times during that same stretch when I've not done stuff at all. So, and I'm writing this more for my sake than for yours, no more notdoingstuff. Lots more writing.

I think I've used this one before, but I'm grateful for everyone who reads this (20).