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threeplusfire) wrote2007-05-23 12:03 pm
threeplusfire) wrote2007-05-23 12:03 pm
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My car's clock is about six minutes behind the clocks at work. But I made it on time, despite my brush with steely death. The traffic lights were out near the office, and no one is able to behave themselves at a four way blinking red light. Despite the fact that the Tahoe had to pass me when pulling up in the lane to my left, they completely forgot I was there, and tried to move into my lane. The car was about two inches from hitting my side mirror, and I was already bracing myself for the impact and praying they wouldn't knock me into the car on my right. Scary.
My grandparents are coming into town on Sunday, which coincidentally is my birthday. I am hoping my aunt Tricia will also be along, as I haven't seen her in ages. There will be Luby's for lunch. I did not organize this, but I am glad. I've been at a loss as to scheduling anything for my birthday this year, after last few years. Since Mike's birthday is twelve days after mine, we're going out to dinner inbetween sometime to celebrate both. I also have dinner with my father on Thursday at the ever delicious Mesa Ranch.
Last night Mike tried to teach me how to count things in binary. I can do up to five reliably now without looking at my fingers. While I'm not entirely sure this skill will make or break my resume, it is oddly useful for strange things.
I've been thinking about career and all those sorts of things. I confess I'm slightly jealous of friends who are finishing their graduate education, or selling their first novels, or just advancing in their own paths. Last night at dinner I realized that I have been without direction for years now, and that at least part of my discontent with the world as is stems from feeling aimless. When I was much younger, I had a Purpose and an idea about what I wanted to do. In the past seven years, that drive has disappated and I've been left wondering how to fill that gap leftover from childhood ambition.
Mostly, I entertain the idea of quitting my job to bake pies, make shiny objects and write novels. None of that comes with health insurance though and given my history health insurance is a necessary evil. One day I will have to replace this liver after all. But I have actually started thinking about doing this.
In other news, I need to sell my wedding dress. I've realized hanging onto it serves no good purpose whatsoever. Ebay is probably the way to go, but I figure I should tell livejournal land too in case someone here needs a wedding dress on the cheap. I need to measure everything, and find a picture or take a picture of it, but it is a damn pretty dress. I just can't keep it. (Also, it is too tight in the chest now.)
My grandparents are coming into town on Sunday, which coincidentally is my birthday. I am hoping my aunt Tricia will also be along, as I haven't seen her in ages. There will be Luby's for lunch. I did not organize this, but I am glad. I've been at a loss as to scheduling anything for my birthday this year, after last few years. Since Mike's birthday is twelve days after mine, we're going out to dinner inbetween sometime to celebrate both. I also have dinner with my father on Thursday at the ever delicious Mesa Ranch.
Last night Mike tried to teach me how to count things in binary. I can do up to five reliably now without looking at my fingers. While I'm not entirely sure this skill will make or break my resume, it is oddly useful for strange things.
I've been thinking about career and all those sorts of things. I confess I'm slightly jealous of friends who are finishing their graduate education, or selling their first novels, or just advancing in their own paths. Last night at dinner I realized that I have been without direction for years now, and that at least part of my discontent with the world as is stems from feeling aimless. When I was much younger, I had a Purpose and an idea about what I wanted to do. In the past seven years, that drive has disappated and I've been left wondering how to fill that gap leftover from childhood ambition.
Mostly, I entertain the idea of quitting my job to bake pies, make shiny objects and write novels. None of that comes with health insurance though and given my history health insurance is a necessary evil. One day I will have to replace this liver after all. But I have actually started thinking about doing this.
In other news, I need to sell my wedding dress. I've realized hanging onto it serves no good purpose whatsoever. Ebay is probably the way to go, but I figure I should tell livejournal land too in case someone here needs a wedding dress on the cheap. I need to measure everything, and find a picture or take a picture of it, but it is a damn pretty dress. I just can't keep it. (Also, it is too tight in the chest now.)
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