my soul is a tennis ball

At least I am not poor sad President Putin.

My package from New York came, and it is full of wonderful things. I need to get butter and fresh garlic so there can be pasta salad with these delicious tortellini. And chocolates! Also a nifty little scrubby thing and lotion and a note and I really couldn't be happier.

We had our end of the month meeting at work last night. They forgot to announce employee of the month, which was odd, but I did win a $20 visa gift card in the drawing. Go me.

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Stayed up far too late, visiting Derek after work, talking with Heather and Melynda, watcing the end of Spaceballs and most of A Perfect Murder. Stilll tired but I slept poorly. Bad dreams.

interviews

If you want me to interview you--post a comment that simply says, "Interview me." I'll respond with questions for you to take back to your own journal and answer as a post. Of course, they'll be different for each person since this is an interview and not a general survey. At the bottom of your post, after answering the Interviewer's questions, you ask if anyone wants to be interviewed. So it becomes your turn-- in the comments, you ask them any questions you have for them to take back to their journals and answer. And so it becomes the circle. Taken from catelin who got it from anoisblue

( Interview questions )

continuing the meme

RM's questions, which I will answer without saying "I don't know."
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1. In what ways do you wish you were crazy as opposed to the ways in which you are?

I wish that I was crazy in a more methodical evil-genius sort of way, or perhaps crazy in a mad Russian poet sort of way. I want my craziness to pay off somehow, in world domination, great writing, or at least a nice castle.

2. If you actually had the chance to date an actual Russian mobster with actual guns and other bad things, would you? Why or why not?

Well. I'm going to have to say yes. Number one, because I am slightly insane, and I wouldn't be able to pass up an opportunity to do one of the cracked things I talk about so much. Number two, it would either be very good or very bad. I would either have a lovely time of it and get a fur coat, or I would see the very raw ugliness of that side of life. Probably both, now that I think about it. So I would learn and be a bit less naive, and that always helps. Plus, my life is a weird novel.

3. What do you wish you could talk more about?

I wish I could speak more clearly about philosophy and art, and all things in that vein. There's so much that I'm fascinated by that I just don't know enough about. I wish I could babble more in Russian, which is a matter of vocabulary and grammar. I wish I could speak more about my desires without the shyness and the fear of looking silly.

4. What's your dissertation going to be on?

Choices choices!
I really want to write about Skvorecky's work, about the theme of personal change and memory. Maybe literary exiles, because it seems so much of the literature I love is written by people who willingly or unwillingly went into exil from their homes. But I truly want to be Skvorecky's academic flag bearer. I remember reading The Miracle Game for the first time during the summer in Prague and crying at parts because it felt like I was in his head. My ideas are still kicking around, but mostly likely 20th century Czech literature dealing with the inward focus of characters set against the turmoil of Czechoslovakia and the later Czech Republic.

5. Give us the speech you'd like to give your ex-.

There was a time in my life when I loved you more than I loved myself. There are good memories of those times, right alongside the bad ones and I think that is what makes it so damned hard sometimes. It took me far too long to realize that it was not going to work and the only thing I'm sorry about anymore is that I didn't end it sooner. I should have left you after that first summer, instead of allowing you the power of me that I gave you. But it's over now, and it has been over for years. There is nothing more for us to add to this chapter. No, I don't want you in my life anymore. It is time to walk away and not look back.

This is me, walking away.