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I figured out quite a while ago that the titles of Xanga entries have much to do with whether or not they are featured. I name my entries with song titles, knowing this makes them almost ineligible. The topic of the post is preferably explicit in the first line, and the whole (generally brief) post surrounds that topic: science, immigration, asians, relationships, depression, the new presidency, Jon and Kate (if reality television is your primary topic of interest, you are a bluthering idiot.) religion (A Christian Facebook? ..C'mon, why do you need one? Is it so empowering to isolate yourselves?), -- common topics. And I'm not really sure why I refuse to budge from the formula I'm using, other than it's unique and a bit more interesting than spelling things out plainly; gives a bit of atmosphere to my writing, here's what I'm hearing while I'm writing this. And I'm hoping I'll start nabbing some features anyway. I really do enjoy my Xanga and have kept it up for quite a while now. THIS is a Monday morning the way Monday mornings should be-- the way they only are in summer. Making oatmeal from scratch, playing Keno (on Pogo, my longtime favorite rainy-day hangout. My uncle, who works in Biloxi casinos, introduced me to it when I was a little kid, and now that I'm a broke young'un, I relish the opportunity to play free for cash while doing other things online... if you're on Pogo, find Averyalexandrah and we can play together: I like to head up Scrabble tables), and reading NY Times Magazine at the kitchen table. I mostly polished this issue off, taking the most time on an article on Jodi Picoult (whom I have not read) and the success of her novels alongside other novels about "child peril"-- essentially, all the bad things that can happen to your 5-to-17 year old, including but not limited to clerical molestation, rare cancers, and abandonment. Essentially highlighting the fact that the more we dote on children, the more we worry that we aren't doing enough. And this is true in large part, I believe, seeing as there were days when the gen-X'ers' parents trick-or-treated sans parental supervision (never mind the fact that in some neighborhoods, there were needles in the candy) and the ideas of national missing child alerts and signs in the yards of sex predators seemed paranoid, were essentially unheard of. Is it good that we're becoming more watchful? Have we crossed a line? I'd say yes to both, with the asteriked addendums that A) I can find more important issues to concern myself with, and B) This is why I will not conceive: I have too little time in my life to spend it fawning over the minutia of child-rearing, simply because it's convention to have (a) child(ren) and do so. Choice childlessness is highly underrated as a lifestyle choice. There were no good interior design articles in this issue, a slight disappointment. NYTM always features the best postmodern architecture and furnishings. Just mindboggling stuff. 
^ The Sliding House. My boyfriend showed me this, and I got so excited. Contracting an innovative builder to create me a masterpiece to live in is one of the few reasons I would really care to have some money later on (primary reason would be to fund photo equipment and to cover living expenses so I might travel, and then stay home to.. I don't know, write?  ) You can see it in action here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxmvRDTELy8 (I also adore his accent.) Busily searching for a second job, since Victoria's Secret isn't giving great hours.. at all. I understand that you accumulate hours in your schedule by selling credit cards. However, the faulty logic is that I will be able to sell these credit cards if I am not getting any hours to begin with. I cannot go door-to-door on my own time (uh.. at least, I don't think I can.. maybe I can borrow a few forms and try recruiting friends?). Let me WORK, if you want me to work for you; after all, I am just now getting readjusted into retail sales after being a food cashier for a long time, and if I haven't been quite the most social salesperson, it's because I have had bronchitis and the flu for half a month. Seriously, cut a break. I love to do a great job at my job when given the chance. Especially during Semi-Annual Sale at VS-- I mean, come on, that's fun. 
(I'll plug it: It's the best lip gloss ever.) But meanwhile, both Zack and I are employed, and neither of us is making money, so we're on an epic second-job hunt, complete with a two-color hand-drawn map that covers three exits' worth of cafes, theatres, shops. We both applied at three yesterday, and when we get the car this afternoon, we're venturing out for a handful more, and doing the same tomorrow. Wish us luck! And as I sit here, drinking the last of watered-down iced coffee, Salem College looms closer and closer. I'm nervous, we can say that. Though I've mapped out a potential, flexible schedule from the course catalogue that should allow me to cover just about everything I want to do (yes, I'm Type-A: no, I'm not ridiculous, and I am willing to move some things around. But I think this is feasible enough). My proposal for semester one, freshman year... Southern Lit Hell yes! I get to skip Basic Composition with my AP score. And after Faulkner'ing and Flannery O'Connor'ing it up with Mr. Whiteside, I can't wait to see what college can augment to my genre knowledge. (And to think, I don't even like the South...) College 100 + 101 Two little half-courses, the basic introductory fare fed to freshman at every college. It had to go in the schedule, so I can deal with it. Yoga Nothing better to ease my first-semester jitters while getting a P.E credit. Arts 20 (Intro to 2-D Design) + Arts 111 (Drawing) Both essential for a photographer. I'm still very nervous that some of these classes are going to seem elementary and sort of dabbler-oriented for someone coming from an art school. I'm fully hoping they prove me wrong. 
I will live here, and that is boss. Is a cold front coming through? The breeze is cool. Time to find Catch-22, cancel my Peak membership, maybe play a game of Bingo. |
