"A fanatic is someone who can't change their mind and won't change the subject."
-Winston Churchill
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
springtime part deux
The spring has been rather lovely. Most of the time I feel like a poor Pollyanna. I dream of living on 16th street and biking to a development job, yet I sleep in my dad's house and scrounge up bike money. Despite that, things have for the most part been going well. Here are current life observations and current self-improvement hopes, brought to you by yours truly.
Life observation: There ARE fantastic guys in the world. And, not all of them are foreign and/or Jewish! Or even fans of the city! I've met someone who "haings" with me, who can read my thoughts, who gets turned on by my stack of library books, and who can own a political conversation. I must have rescued a family of whales in my past life to get this lucky.
Life observation: The most interesting people at work are the old people and, like any other people, they are full of contradictions.
Take the former Peace Corps volunteer who bikes to work and listens to Rush Limbaugh. Or the potty mouthed teacher with the secret heart of gold. Or the creepy, rapey, Borderline personality weirdo who might, under it all, just be a scared man. Everyone I work with fascinates me- I love their stories, their lives, how they got to work here, and what crazy things I can get them to admit.
Life observation: I need to exercise more.
Also
Life observation: I am not in Europe anymore- thus, the Coke I drink goes to my stomach, it does not get magically walked off.
I need to move it move it. Maybe AM gym sessions will work well for me. I have no excuse for not going- except for a slight knee injury, I am a-ok. Somehow LOST episodes, phone calls, and food always get in the way of my potential exercise dates with myself.
Life observation: The Peace Corps medical review is HARDDD HARD HARD.
I have been poked, prodded, shined on, interviewed, and given shots. I have gone to three doctors already and will go to a fourth on Monday. I have mountains of paperwork and mountains more to do. They check for every little thing, which, actually I like. I'd rather find out that I have a cavity here than in the middle of a rural village in Boliva.
But, I am over the shots and the blood and the needles. I don't want to be poked for a long time.
Life observation: If a rabbi tells me that I need to convert my boyfriend or "get rid of him," I need to find a new rabbi. A Gentile boyfriend is not vermin that you can get rid of with poison. He is, like everyone else, a living, breathing, human being. Orthodox Judaism may never accept it, but I'm becoming more and more clear that I could never be an Orthodox Jew. People should love each other for who they are- truth, love, and kindness should win out.
Life observation: UGHUGHUGH Whyy am I still living at home?
Life observation: I want to travel.
Life observation: This tiny room needs to get clean. And the GREs need to get studied for.
Life observation: Why is it 2:36 am?
I need to make a list of things to do. I need to sleep. I am making a Gesso salad for a potluck tomorrow, and it will be bangin. For those of you who don't know what a Gesso salad is, I'll fill you in next entry. I'm going to make Justin mix the salad, just so that I can say, "Baby, keep tossing my salad," and, "Justin tossed the salad tonight, so everyone thank him." Hehehe. I am 14.
So to conclude: things are good, they could be better, but everything is comfortably floating along in this abyss called life. Until next times, sweet dreams, buttercups.
Life observation: There ARE fantastic guys in the world. And, not all of them are foreign and/or Jewish! Or even fans of the city! I've met someone who "haings" with me, who can read my thoughts, who gets turned on by my stack of library books, and who can own a political conversation. I must have rescued a family of whales in my past life to get this lucky.
Life observation: The most interesting people at work are the old people and, like any other people, they are full of contradictions.
Take the former Peace Corps volunteer who bikes to work and listens to Rush Limbaugh. Or the potty mouthed teacher with the secret heart of gold. Or the creepy, rapey, Borderline personality weirdo who might, under it all, just be a scared man. Everyone I work with fascinates me- I love their stories, their lives, how they got to work here, and what crazy things I can get them to admit.
Life observation: I need to exercise more.
Also
Life observation: I am not in Europe anymore- thus, the Coke I drink goes to my stomach, it does not get magically walked off.
I need to move it move it. Maybe AM gym sessions will work well for me. I have no excuse for not going- except for a slight knee injury, I am a-ok. Somehow LOST episodes, phone calls, and food always get in the way of my potential exercise dates with myself.
Life observation: The Peace Corps medical review is HARDDD HARD HARD.
I have been poked, prodded, shined on, interviewed, and given shots. I have gone to three doctors already and will go to a fourth on Monday. I have mountains of paperwork and mountains more to do. They check for every little thing, which, actually I like. I'd rather find out that I have a cavity here than in the middle of a rural village in Boliva.
But, I am over the shots and the blood and the needles. I don't want to be poked for a long time.
Life observation: If a rabbi tells me that I need to convert my boyfriend or "get rid of him," I need to find a new rabbi. A Gentile boyfriend is not vermin that you can get rid of with poison. He is, like everyone else, a living, breathing, human being. Orthodox Judaism may never accept it, but I'm becoming more and more clear that I could never be an Orthodox Jew. People should love each other for who they are- truth, love, and kindness should win out.
Life observation: UGHUGHUGH Whyy am I still living at home?
Life observation: I want to travel.
Life observation: This tiny room needs to get clean. And the GREs need to get studied for.
Life observation: Why is it 2:36 am?
I need to make a list of things to do. I need to sleep. I am making a Gesso salad for a potluck tomorrow, and it will be bangin. For those of you who don't know what a Gesso salad is, I'll fill you in next entry. I'm going to make Justin mix the salad, just so that I can say, "Baby, keep tossing my salad," and, "Justin tossed the salad tonight, so everyone thank him." Hehehe. I am 14.
So to conclude: things are good, they could be better, but everything is comfortably floating along in this abyss called life. Until next times, sweet dreams, buttercups.
springtime in Silver Spring
I have a confession to make: I have never planned a successful birthday party. The last true "birthday party" I had involved pre-pubescent girls (and our one token guy friend) wearing gobs of glitter and dancing to Nsync and Backstreet Boys on my deck. I remember seeing 14 candles on the cake and knowing that I would have to heave in gobs of air to blow that many candles out.
Fast forward to 2010. For the first time since I could legally buy lottery tickets, I am in the throes of trying to gather a group together for my birthday. I have tried doing this in years past, but previous attempts have been thwarted by life's little details. Consider 2008, when a botched Facebook invite got sent out the DAY of my party. Ooops. Or 2009, when the invite got sent out three days before the big day.
My ADD and dislike of decision making has also traditionally slowed the party planning process. There are so many CONSIDERATIONS to make, like:
a) where to go
b) what to do
c) **most importantly** who to invite
After spending a solid week perusing Yelp, I have finally made invitations, sent out said invitations, and picked both a restaurant and a bar. This might seem really miniscule and not important to some of you, but to me this is a giant leap forward in becoming a real, competent person who can do real, competent things like get a bunch of people to a restaurant on a certain day for a certain birthday. This is the first birthday party to not involve goodie bags.
Second issue: the non-responders. The nonresponders seem to be comprised of a variety of people. The non-interested, the Facebook averse, and the unsure all seem to fall into this category. I think I will lurch them later on in the week. I could send them an email that says "Respond, non-responders!" or I could sit here and count them as "not coming." Hmmmph. From now on I am responding to all of my Facebook invites- be it "yay" or "nay." "Not responded" is the trickiest category yet.
Maybe this is people's passive aggressive way of telling me that they don't want to come. Or, maybe, some people are just Facebook averse. Or maybe it's both. Either way, I will deal kindly with the non-responders until mid-week next week. No need for quick assumptions or judgments. Hate and anger will only turn around to bite a chunk out of my behind. And, as many of you know, despite being Italian, I need all the behind I can get.
To sum up:
I have oodles of gratitude towards the respondants, and
I am working on my unWashingtonian patience skills by being kind to the responders, and
this party may be me and my boyfriend eating cheesecake in bethesda, or
it may be amazing.
Only time will tell.
Fast forward to 2010. For the first time since I could legally buy lottery tickets, I am in the throes of trying to gather a group together for my birthday. I have tried doing this in years past, but previous attempts have been thwarted by life's little details. Consider 2008, when a botched Facebook invite got sent out the DAY of my party. Ooops. Or 2009, when the invite got sent out three days before the big day.
My ADD and dislike of decision making has also traditionally slowed the party planning process. There are so many CONSIDERATIONS to make, like:
a) where to go
b) what to do
c) **most importantly** who to invite
After spending a solid week perusing Yelp, I have finally made invitations, sent out said invitations, and picked both a restaurant and a bar. This might seem really miniscule and not important to some of you, but to me this is a giant leap forward in becoming a real, competent person who can do real, competent things like get a bunch of people to a restaurant on a certain day for a certain birthday. This is the first birthday party to not involve goodie bags.
Second issue: the non-responders. The nonresponders seem to be comprised of a variety of people. The non-interested, the Facebook averse, and the unsure all seem to fall into this category. I think I will lurch them later on in the week. I could send them an email that says "Respond, non-responders!" or I could sit here and count them as "not coming." Hmmmph. From now on I am responding to all of my Facebook invites- be it "yay" or "nay." "Not responded" is the trickiest category yet.
Maybe this is people's passive aggressive way of telling me that they don't want to come. Or, maybe, some people are just Facebook averse. Or maybe it's both. Either way, I will deal kindly with the non-responders until mid-week next week. No need for quick assumptions or judgments. Hate and anger will only turn around to bite a chunk out of my behind. And, as many of you know, despite being Italian, I need all the behind I can get.
To sum up:
I have oodles of gratitude towards the respondants, and
I am working on my unWashingtonian patience skills by being kind to the responders, and
this party may be me and my boyfriend eating cheesecake in bethesda, or
it may be amazing.
Only time will tell.
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