There are three October birthdays in my family, less than five days apart. Mine, my sister's and my grandmother's. My sister, who just started college in Portland, was in town this weekend so my parents fixed a great big German-style dinner (just like said grandma used to do) and we all ate roladen, red cabbage, brussel sprouts, and spatzle with a marzipan cake for dessert-- and drank copious amounts of red wine, though beer might have been more appropriate.
I'll be twenty-three on Sunday, my grandmother seventy-five on Saturday, and my sister eighteen on Tuesday. I guess this time I rank first in order of "insignificant birthdays," though somehow twenty-three seems a lot older than twenty-two. J and I have plans to go see the roller derby on Saturday and attend a workshop in Seattle on Sunday. Other than that, I don't think we'll be celebrating much more, which seems somehow appropriate. I'd gotten accustomed to my parents wanting a list of potential b-day presents from me to disperse to the grandparents, but it as I get older my wish-list gets more expensive and less requested. I'll probably get a smattering of $25 checks that I'll probably use to pay off my credit card and the vet bills for Rupert the cat and Juanito the ailing leopard gecko.
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Still not much progress on the job front, thought I have lined up several prospective employers at Seattle-area magazines. I'm just not excited about any of it though, and I really do want to be excited about the places to which I'm applying. Getting my hopes up seems like a really easy way to be let down, so I figure I'll just take it easy and when someone is ready to hire me, I'll let myself get happy about it.
I wish I could write more, but I don't exactly have anything to say. The only outrage I've been feeling lately is personal, not political, which unfortunately doesn't lend itself to a great deal of involvement with the world. I wish I could meet people, but I haven't the social avenues (besides the gym which is filled with rich Laurelhurst wives) yet to do so. I wish I could at least channel some frustration or enthusiasm into cover letters soliciting my greatness, but I look out the window, I see suburbia, and I picture myself trapped here forever. That makes it really hard to get started.
Posted on October 09, 2005 @ 1:46 PM | 0 comments
I'll be twenty-three on Sunday, my grandmother seventy-five on Saturday, and my sister eighteen on Tuesday. I guess this time I rank first in order of "insignificant birthdays," though somehow twenty-three seems a lot older than twenty-two. J and I have plans to go see the roller derby on Saturday and attend a workshop in Seattle on Sunday. Other than that, I don't think we'll be celebrating much more, which seems somehow appropriate. I'd gotten accustomed to my parents wanting a list of potential b-day presents from me to disperse to the grandparents, but it as I get older my wish-list gets more expensive and less requested. I'll probably get a smattering of $25 checks that I'll probably use to pay off my credit card and the vet bills for Rupert the cat and Juanito the ailing leopard gecko.
( Continue... )
Still not much progress on the job front, thought I have lined up several prospective employers at Seattle-area magazines. I'm just not excited about any of it though, and I really do want to be excited about the places to which I'm applying. Getting my hopes up seems like a really easy way to be let down, so I figure I'll just take it easy and when someone is ready to hire me, I'll let myself get happy about it.
I wish I could write more, but I don't exactly have anything to say. The only outrage I've been feeling lately is personal, not political, which unfortunately doesn't lend itself to a great deal of involvement with the world. I wish I could meet people, but I haven't the social avenues (besides the gym which is filled with rich Laurelhurst wives) yet to do so. I wish I could at least channel some frustration or enthusiasm into cover letters soliciting my greatness, but I look out the window, I see suburbia, and I picture myself trapped here forever. That makes it really hard to get started.
Posted on October 09, 2005 @ 1:46 PM | 0 comments
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