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Jan. 5th, 2007
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Jan. 5th, 2007 10:00 amSo Gather is doing this thing looking for paid correspondents on certain topics and people have to publically submit their writing samples. I am reading these things, because they are there to read (and they are my competition) and, well, perhaps I shouldn't. To say I feel uncharitable about the quality of many of them, well, that would be charitable.
I stayed up until 4am last night completely defeating the purpose of my nap.
I stayed up until 4am last night completely defeating the purpose of my nap.
I think I finally understand what Kat and Kali have always meant abut the fairytale of their NYC childhoods now. I'm almost never on the UWS except to eat at Cafe con Leche, but I've had cause to wander the area pretty extensively in teh last couple of weeks. Today, I discovered Pomander Walk. There's a lot of weird stuff on the UWS.
I just said to Alison in email: "Fencing is what I'm supposed to be doing. This is ridiculous. Only I could wind up with a pursuit so ridiculous that acting is my respectable profession." That said, I'm irritated with myself, because I feel like a slacker. I hear some of you laughing. Stop. No, really. When I danced really seriously, it was always murder for me to drag my ass out of bed and get to class. Of course, dance was often a pursuit that started in the mronings (no friend to me). Anyway, I loved dancing, but the work of it -- oh I was dreadful about it, and I'm still ashamed of that. Anyway, I rarely have this feeling with fencing, and I've never yet skipped a class even when it has cropped up. Here's the thing -- this is not enough. Especially over the long Wednesday to Monday break. I have to be working on this at home. I have to, or else the entire tone with which I come to this thing is merely wanky bullshit. Also, knowing that there's a possibility I'll be out of class for a week and a half at the end of this month because of some film work and because of Phoenix Rising in May, I really have to establish a routine to maintain muscle memory and strength and so forth, because I have paid massively for the New Year's gap. I know, I sound like a lunatic. But really, I've got to find some personal structure here.
I would like to start menstruating now, please. The nasty emotional PMS has largely passed, but oi.
I really want to get back to riding, and wonder if I'll be a less timid rider now just because I'm stronger from the fencing and more fearless in general. I know that you just have to show horses charisma in ways nt that disimilar to how you show it to people, but I never got the hang of that and then I went to Australia and didn't continue the struggle when I got back.
I should be able to get my tattoo in February.
I received a lovely compliment today. I was told that I was or looked, I can't remember because this is all about the adjective - wait for it -- dashing. It's so nice when small ambitions are satisfied.
On the bus home tonight, some dude was using that annoying walkie talkie feature -- TO HAVE PHONE SEX. "Are you my dirty little slut? a filthy little girl like you wanting to get fucked by a forty-year-old man?" Did I need another reason to hate the modern era? Did you?
Open call tomorrow I should go to, but blech.
I am toying, with some dismay, with reqacquiring my French. I don't think I'd even put this on my plate until the second half of this year, but it really wouldn't be such a huge effort since it's all buried in my head somewhere.
I just said to Alison in email: "Fencing is what I'm supposed to be doing. This is ridiculous. Only I could wind up with a pursuit so ridiculous that acting is my respectable profession." That said, I'm irritated with myself, because I feel like a slacker. I hear some of you laughing. Stop. No, really. When I danced really seriously, it was always murder for me to drag my ass out of bed and get to class. Of course, dance was often a pursuit that started in the mronings (no friend to me). Anyway, I loved dancing, but the work of it -- oh I was dreadful about it, and I'm still ashamed of that. Anyway, I rarely have this feeling with fencing, and I've never yet skipped a class even when it has cropped up. Here's the thing -- this is not enough. Especially over the long Wednesday to Monday break. I have to be working on this at home. I have to, or else the entire tone with which I come to this thing is merely wanky bullshit. Also, knowing that there's a possibility I'll be out of class for a week and a half at the end of this month because of some film work and because of Phoenix Rising in May, I really have to establish a routine to maintain muscle memory and strength and so forth, because I have paid massively for the New Year's gap. I know, I sound like a lunatic. But really, I've got to find some personal structure here.
I would like to start menstruating now, please. The nasty emotional PMS has largely passed, but oi.
I really want to get back to riding, and wonder if I'll be a less timid rider now just because I'm stronger from the fencing and more fearless in general. I know that you just have to show horses charisma in ways nt that disimilar to how you show it to people, but I never got the hang of that and then I went to Australia and didn't continue the struggle when I got back.
I should be able to get my tattoo in February.
I received a lovely compliment today. I was told that I was or looked, I can't remember because this is all about the adjective - wait for it -- dashing. It's so nice when small ambitions are satisfied.
On the bus home tonight, some dude was using that annoying walkie talkie feature -- TO HAVE PHONE SEX. "Are you my dirty little slut? a filthy little girl like you wanting to get fucked by a forty-year-old man?" Did I need another reason to hate the modern era? Did you?
Open call tomorrow I should go to, but blech.
I am toying, with some dismay, with reqacquiring my French. I don't think I'd even put this on my plate until the second half of this year, but it really wouldn't be such a huge effort since it's all buried in my head somewhere.