after all these days

generic update:

School's out for the summer...but not forever. I am very glad that it is done. I got decent grades, but I didn't really apply myself this semester at all. With graduation looming, it is time for me to get my act together. The enemy? Grinster of Procrastination, Sayer of "I'll do it tomorrow," Homework Avoider Extraordinaire. Basically me. I've got to graduate next year.

Hell on Earth no longer describes work these days. I think it has something to do with just being there long enough for everything not to be new and for me not to be new to everyone else. I am known as a good hard worker who has a tendency to get bitchy, so ya better be careful. I think this is mostly because I tell it like it is and like most people I have a hard time admitting I made a mistake. I'm about to be promoted and I'm learning more policies and procedures--most of which are either highly impractical or just plain lame--but this summer I am devoting myself to learning it all. I have made a few friends at work that I am getting to know better outside work.

Eric and I have continued to have good days and bad days, but I'm happy to say the bad days have been fewer and far between the good ones. We traveled together and had a great time in Massachusetts in late May, and we will see what comes next. Recently, Eric allowed me to trim his extremely long hair. Eric also purchased a bike for me. He likes to get my foot bath ready for me after a long day. Yes, he actually likes to. Crazy, I know.

Since you're wondering, I do ocasionally see the light of day. I managed to visit the beach the other day with my friend and her daughter and we had a lovely time splashing in water deemed too bacterially unsafe to swim in. I miss the days of the late seventies and early eighties when no one cared about bacteria levels of the water and it was fun to jump waves at the lakefront. I got a wicked sunburn that day and it still feels a little tender to the touch.

Attack of the Killer Blonde Hair is coming on July 16th. I will post a picture of me after my visit to the Aveda salon. You won't believe your eyes. I can't wait to do it. It's been nearly a year that I've been growing out my grays to do this and I am so ready to be done with my gray hair.

Book Reading List: Mrs. Caliban by Rachel Ingalls, a book I picked up off a friend's bookshelf. It had a drawing of a naked woman and a man that looked like a frog on the cover. I figured why not? It turned out to be a very starkly told story about a woman who falls in love with a creature (though he's not from the black lagoon) on the lam from deviant science freaks. I quite enjoyed it. While travelling in Massachusetts, I read Another Bullshit Night in Suck City by Nick Flynn. Excellent book. Written memoir style, snippets, scenes, small short chapters that get to the point and don't ramble about like a drunken uncle. Very sharp, very funny, and not at all sappy. I really enjoyed it. I skipped reading in the last weeks of school, because I had so much to do. Right now I am reading Last Exit to Brooklyn by Hubert Selby Jr. I have read excerpts of this novel in stories, but it is really fantastic. I think it is like reading Faulkner on speed or something like that. I like the structure of the novel and feel like that's something I want to do with my book about the workers on Clark St. Next up: The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. I figure I can read a book that everyone has read for once.

I've been sick for the last three weeks with a throat cold thingie that I keep thinking is gone until I wake up the next day with what feels like an ice pick through my neck and I can't swallow. Eric had something similar and is still feeling achey sick and congested. Of course, as stubborn as we are, we haven't even breathed the word doctor. I get on my insurance in August and am looking forward to when I can call up my doctor and say hey I feel a little sick, man. And he can say, here's some nice thing we call medicine, it'll make you feel better.

Talking has never been my strong suit. I have been really bad at communicating lately. Obviously you knew that since I haven't written here in ages. But with friends and family and people I have been a very bad communicating girl. For those of you who have called me and not gotten an answer back, call again, please don't hold it against me. For the others of you who have managed to catch a few things here and there, thank you for being persistent. Tonight I am going to go out with some friends I haven't seen in a long time and make it a long good night.

Cheers.

Here's to Goggles who finally wrote a poem (hooray!) and burned me the best set of songs ever and still that one refrain (seen here in bold letters) courses through my mind...