Seasonal

I tried to go Christmas shopping yesterday, but I realized that I was in no state to do that when I fell asleep (briefly!) in H&M. In the dressing room. And then on the Metro on the way home.

On that note, I'm working every single day except Christmas and Boxing days in this 2 week period. I'm gonna eat my body weight in biscotti as my Christmas bonus.

New!Mexico!

If you could have a happening dance band composed of 2 instruments, barring guitar and bass and a drum kit (b/c that would be like minimum 5 things, a kit would) what would they be and why? (You get vocals only so long as someone could logically have a mouth free.)

Should store-bought socks be striped or argyle?

Give a situation in which you would be comfortable in fitted overalls.

Are raisins better in baked goods or raw with a handful of almonds?

Champagne cocktail or second glass of champagne?

Allen wrenches or screwdrivers? Discuss.

Desert trip to visit family or running off screaming into the mesas?

I'm possibly the worst at keeping in touch ever. Mostly because I assume that people don't want to hear from me and then once I decide to work past that I'm stuck with how bad I am at this whole using language deal. We'll all ignore that for a bit. Meep meep meep.

Best beloveds, how are you? I'm holding it mostly together. School application essays are a drag, especially once you aren't 17 anymore. Who cares how my life has been changed by books? Can't we talk about how Tristam Shandy changed English literature instead? Who exactly should I claim as a personal hero? As I grow, I realize that most of my heroes are failures and wrecks, happy nothings or squandered somethings- not a comforting realization for me and doubtlessly less so for those used to receiving essays about a favourite great-aunt or MLK Jr. or Bono. I don't want to make claims about how a school is going to make me happy. I want to finish my degree. At this point, no institution is going to be my salvation and I'd be lying to say I really really want to go to any college that actually exists. (My ideal would be free of doubletalk and well-intentioned euphemism. It would always be early fall, weatherwise. The curriculum wouldn't be so ridiculously short-sighted and professors would remind lit students to read outside of class. And my favorite people would all be within a 15 minute walk of campus.) But I do want to go back so I guess I've got to suck it up and write something quickish.

Miss us.

Rant

Man, forget the French. Especially French men. Especially especially French chefs.

It's a long story, but it begins: So my friend left me alone in a bar with a French chef and an actor...

BAD NEWS

Sometimes, working at a coffeeshop means that I leave the house, look down, and realize that I thought "business-appropriate attire" means a huge men's button down worn over leggings and cowboy boots.


Save me from myself. (At least I went right back in the house and changed. Right?)

Questionable Value, Lots of Maybes

I'm reading all of Shakespeare's history plays.

Already read: Henry IV, 1 &2. 2 down, 8 to go.

Maybe this will be an important life lesson about something. Like maybe "Don't set odd personal goals, because that is why you slogged through The Mysteries of Udolpho and why you are now aware of your shocking ignorance of English history and have lots of plays to read now now now." But that is awfully long for a life lesson. I'd rather get something about the power of love or Jesus or something as my life lesson anyway. Maybe I should try enacting all of the plays lesson's successively? (I'm already so down with Prince Hal's "underachieve now to succeed later" credo.)

Besides, I worry that this will seem like a desire to spend as much time with the canonical-ist of all canonical figures because he is the c.-ist of all c.f. and not because I'm a bit manic about completing sets of things. Which isn't a great reason either but is much truer. And the Henrys were great fun. So this might turn out better than the gothic fiction thing. Maybe. Long story short, I'm at loose ends without school. Please recommend to me things I ought to do with my brain that maybe might actually do me some good.

Sorry for the silence.

I think people ought to:

Read more Fanny Burney!

Listen to more Gram Parsons!

Look at more squirrels!



And now I'm going to rural Oregon for almost 2 weeks. If I get tetanus and die because I attempt to mend fence, I want that picture laser-engraved on my tombstone. That's a serious request, yall.