Rent @ MindSay

I have to be out of my house by the end of this month.  So, I have 28 days left to find a place and move out.  A bit daunting...  I figured I'd get an apartment where I used to live before we bought the house I'm currently living in.  I probably still will, but a new option presented itself today. 

 

A friend of a friend just bought a place and she's looking for a roommate.  Now, I've only met her once, and her place is a little further away than what I was planning, but I'm also thinking that this could be kinda fun.  It could be a good way to meet some new people, but am I really ready to move in with someone I barely know?  She seemed cool enough when I met her, but I don't know.

 

Oh, and just cuz I liked it, here's a little something, but it's not directed at anyone, so relax :)

 

Tonight's pretty crappy.  I'm still sick, I STILL can't eat real food after getting my wisdom teeth out, and I'm exhausted because I got up at 4 this morning to shovel a foot and a half of snow the plow spit into our driveway so my mom couldn't get to work, and then I worked for 3.5 hours with Carly who I love but is very draining.  We decided not to go Nance's house for New Year's.  Mom's already in bed, and Dad JUST caught the sickness last night, so he's going to bed in about half an hour, which means I am spending my New Year's Eve 100% alone.  I got nothing to do, nowhere to go, and will soon have no one to talk to.

 

Tonight, I am pathetic as fuck.

 

But since I can't get RENT songs out of my head right now,

 

 

IT'S GONNA BE A HAPPY NEW YEAR.

 

Bank on it.

I was going to make some witty remark about how today has been declared "Purple Tuesday", but frankly I couldn't care less.

 

No.

 

Wait.

 

I could.

 

But the reason I care at all is because I had no idea there existed such a strong contingent of Rockies fans.  This fascinates me.  And amuses me, especially when people attempt to discuss the game with me and I (almost sincerely) ask them, "What's the World Series?"

 

[As an aside:  what is up with calling it the World Series?  Even though I don't follow the game at all -- I only attend Rockies games when someone gives me a free ticket and when I need a leisurely few hours to catch up on my friend's life -- I know enough to be aware that other countries are crazy about the game, especially in Japan.  It's just as annoying as calling the Superbowl champs the World champions.  Oi.  America doesn't have a monopoly on sports.]

 

I then thought about going into a pithy commentary on my recent viewing of the film version RENT (and the only way I've seen this show), but my critical observations (coupled with a respect for the cinematography) would just be narcisstic faux-philosophical blather.  Much like the show.

 

Oh.  Wait.  Maybe I made my pithy statement after all.

 

[Really, I just wanted to use the word "pithy."  I'm currently on a consderate-to-lispers word obsession.]

 

I then thought I could wrangle out a quirky-yet-amusing tale of my thrift store adventures, coupled with the self-reassuring declaration that all my current sacrifices wouldn't be in vain, but I figured that since I've already accepted this, it would be insecure to continue to reassure myself.  And I'm not insecure.

 

Really.

 

I'm just bored.

 

Which is why I blog.

 

I used to remember the day [ahh... the good ol' days... three years ago...] when I would carefully craft a post, hoping that it would be properly entertaining or delightfully thought-provoking (or both!).  I would revel in any (and do I mean any) circumstance during my day that would lend itself to 1000 words (or more!).  I would merrily breeze through other people's blogs, scattering comments and obsessively checking my inbox.

 

Ah, the innocence of youth.

 

Or should I say the free time of a college student?

 

Maybe it's just my standard expiration date (three years, give or take a few months), but I find that I wouldn't mind not blogging.  In the past month, when I've had free access, hours to kill, and not much else to do, it's been a distraction of sorts.  But I've had to remind myself how to blog.

 

And I don't think I quite fully remember.

 

Yes, it's all silly blatherings about me, like it ever was (and like so many blogs are).  But I don't really take as much joy in my silly blatherings.  I'm tired of constantly looking at me, of analyzing me, of trying to show me off, of clamoring for the head-pats that show people really like me, they really do like me!

 

Crazy.  It makes me laugh.  Which is good.  Because it shows that apparently there's been a change in the last three years.  Well, yeah  -- I left the cozy safety of family and academia to be thrown into the wilds of the (gasp!) Real World.  I've had to make my own decisions, plan my own schedule, and except for the odd supervisor here and there, basically only answer to me.

 

And accept the consequences of my answers.

 

I doubt I'll ever quit blogging, primarly due to the fact that I have a lot of time to kill during the day, I'm stuck at a computer, and, oh yeah, I like to write.

 

I just can't take it as seriously as I once did.

 

Which, methinks, could be a good thing.

 

I love my wireless.  I love that I can be outside.  It is glorious.  Well, it's a tad warm right now, but it's still pretty nice.

Right now I'm watching Rent and waiting for my laundry to finish drying.  After I put it away I'll make my lunch for tomorrow and then start freaking out about my first day of work tomorrow look over some education books and get inspired for the big day: my first day as a middle school teacher.

Six months ago, heck even two months ago, I would've told you that I had no intentions of ever teaching again.  Not after the harrowing experience of being a high school intensive reading teacher.  And yet here I am, less than 11 hours away from my first day.  I'm either incredibly brave, or incredibly crazy.  Quite possibly both.  At least I've got a week without students to get myself acclimated.  I bought a nice big planner and some picture frames today.  At least I'll be able to have good pictures on my desk.  Of course, now I need to choose the pictures.

I ate a little bit of dinner, even though I haven't had much of an appetite for nearly 2 weeks.  I put on a pair of pants the other day and realized that, while buttoned and zipped, I could still pull them halfway down my butt.  I'm thinking this isn't a good thing?  I guess this is why we have belts.

I'm sure there was plenty more that I had to say, but I have no idea what it was.  Oh well, I need to get the laundry anyway.

Rather than trolling on Craigslist for a place to rent, I'm trolling for a new sofa and other furniture. 

Must.  Buy.  New.  Sofa.