monday babble

We got a 50" plasma tv yesterday. Very exciting. It's not up yet, which makes me anxious. Movies at my house from now on! Don't want to ruin the surprise for Sarah, though. (We won't need to borrow Andy's house anymore) It's huge!

Sigh, I really wanted to go into the photo lab today... January is almost over and I haven't been yet... Tomorrow, if they call I'm saying no. I need this, I need a break. But the money is good. I was scheduled to work yesterday and I didn't know it til Carol called and asked if I was coming in. Oops. Meant to go with my fam to buy the new tv, but alas, I had a previous obligation I was totally unaware of.

I finally knitted a cap! I'm so proud, it's the transition out of scarves, I feel like it's official now, I can knit. I'm thinking of doing leggings for myself for winter. That is the area that always gets neglected when it comes to bundling up. Not leggings, but leg warmers, like dancers wear, the stuff that was popular in the eighties and has had a mini come-back in the hipster community.

(there is a little boy doing art on the back of our registration forms)

Today was supposed to be the D.C. day, but things became too last minute. Monday may be a good day for me, but not for most of my friends...

We are going to sort through all our old tapes when I get home, to purge and also to replace the ones we like with dvd's. (HA HA HA I'm blathering on about pointless things and I don't care! What else am I going to do right now?)

I've completely lost track of two patrons, an old man who bought a bunch of books and left them at the counter to browse... and a little old lady who likes books on tape who I really didn't get a good look at, but I want to take care of this loose tape...

Yesterday was the busiest day at WCO, I've never worked there on Sunday before. Four straight hours non-stop. There aren't many shifts like that. It's cool because it keeps me busy, but annoying because there wasn't a moments peace. We had unfinished work at the end of the night, that's never happened before.

I don't seem to have any meaningful reflections today. Oh well. I keep having these dreams about being exposed, but each time it gets progressively worse. (Not in a criminal way, more like something personal.) And last night I was being judged by a slew of superior little girls, reprimanding my flaws, it was embarrassing.

I can't bloody ever get onto Sarah's account from mine! I can't even get on it at all today. I wonder if she changed her blog name again? I need to look into how to create a link, make it easier on myself.

There is a little boy wearing a shirt proudly announcing on his back in big bold letters "I exposed myself!" I have a feeling it's perfectly innocent, but still, what an odd message.

I am determined to work on my childrens book tonight. It's been so long, and its been weighing on my mind.

I love the show Strange Days at Blake Holsey High. It's a wonderful adolescent fantasy. I group of friends, living together at a private school having otherworldly science geek adventures (centered around a black hole in the school)

Alright, I'm done.

Lazy Saturday

Another one of those short work shifts that I get to fill with blogging. There was a little prop plane swinging back and forth above the highway on my way to work. I know we have a couple small airports for personal planes, but it struck me that I've never seen a small plane in the air til now. The pilots movements were palyful like a child, arms outstretched running whimsically. I could see the plane almost the entire way to work. At first upclose, then more distance, but it kept this sensation in me of being there, with the plane, a travel buddy, like I was in the air too. It made my heart soar inside me, and I was happy... I began to wonder about the flyers story, is she a new pilot? Giddy and excited by the fresh discovery of flight? The gentle nature of the planes movements and aimlessness could only be a joy ride, no desination, to business being executed. A human bird who flys for no other reason than pleasure. There is a longing in me to fly, but also an intense fear of heights. I think hang-gliding would be amazing if I ever gain the courage...

Outside of that experience I have been and still am a little flustered. I feel like my life is full of unfinished priorities, I can't resolve the pressure I carry about these things I never seem to have time to complete. And on top of that when I listen to the voice inside of me to see what I want to do the same message comes back every time "I want to knit"... what can I do with that, it isn't an obligation, it fulfills no tasks, it kind of represents freedom to me I think... simply because it is so disconnected from all those inner obligations I carry. It's also easy in the sense that I don't have to think about it a whole lot, I can kind of enter a cycle.

I've become an accidental petsitter... the more I think about it the pay isn't great, and sometimes the jobs are harrowing (depending on the pets, how needy or nasty they are) but it also seems to fill in the gaps sometimes with money and I come across some really sweet animals. Right now it's Tess, a neighborhood dog and I think she is going to fit the qualifications of best possible dog for petsitting. She is sweet _and_ calm. I went over to walk her this morning and she didn't have any inclination to walk, she wanted some love. Her face reminds me of all the sad little animals in the paintings above Amelies bed. (I'm really not trying to reference that movie in all of my posts... it just keeps happening)

This is great! Blogging is the perfect filler at work. La

the journey begins...

So this is my first blog. Inspired by my friend justsarah. I guess I'm hoping it will be a good outlet while I'm at work during the many down times. A place to quietly bare my heart? What is out there?

it's such a quiet day... We had our first snow this season. What a wonderful night! Sitting in a lonesome cafe with good company watching the fat flakes fall, absorbing all the cold seeping in through the huge window. i hope i continue to have these fulfilling experiences... It's been a lonesome period since the end of college. I've lost that community of like minded people gathering at anytime, anyday to sit and bloviate over a cup of coffee in the recesses of a dark cafe. I miss being in a city, the suburbs are pointless, soul-sucking, dull. A lobotomy on the landscape.

I couldn't get to sleep last night, so many little things kept waking me up. i don't think my mom could sleep either. her door kept opening. it was this constant disruption of my state, I can't capture it. A limbo, between sleep and awake, even such small mouse noises would take me out of it. It seemed the same in the early morning. I couldn't break my awareness of the repetitve scraping next door, my neighbor shoveling the drive. part of me wanted to rise and look, but my body, my psyche are so heavy in the morning, i lack even the motivation to drink water to relieve my parched throat.

I have such a short shift today, just three hours after the delayed opening due to "potentially icy conditions". There was a fine layer of ice over the snow, nice and crunchy. kind of reminds me of peanut brittle. i enjoyed clearing it off the car, cracking the ice cover like amelie does with her creme brule(?)

I'm excited, this is something totally new to me. I've been on a few blogs, stuff that came up when I did google searches. I found a lot of yarn blogs when I searched for something pretty to pass the time