Weak Week

All this week my bedtime seemed to be 3 AM. Why this was, I haven't a clue.
It's also been a week of disappointments. Why list them now, though?

I started reading The Road, exactly what I need right now. *insert sarcasm* I think I shall counteract it with starting the third season of My Name is Earl.

Got my renewal lease for my apartment and I have to respond by April 10th. It is scary to think about moving again. Always that eternal question of, Am I making the right choice?
I'm sick of questioning all the time. Perhaps I should stop it.

Anyhoo, I should get back to writing. I volunteered to turn in something to fiction workshop and remembered last night that yeah, I have to turn in something!
I'm amazed at how little I've been writing since moving out here. Someone had remarked that making such a huge move must be doing wonders for my writing, and I had to tell her No, not at all.
What's stopping me?
Ack, another question!

Spring Break

I saw Watchmen and Coraline (3-D!) during Spring Break, and I actually liked both a lot. They were a little long, but really good. I had just finished reading Coraline when I went to see the movie. I seriously expected the kids in the theater to start crying. It isn't what I would call a kid's movie. Unless they're weird kids that really like horror, like I was.

And I was introduced to Rock Band. If you had told me I would want to play that game and wish I had one for myself, I would've called you a liar. But you're not a liar!
I like to think I took away some semblance of musical instruction, especially after spending so many hours playing, but I know better: they aren't real instruments, no matter how high my score. I do know that I suck at drums and like bass ... in the game.

Another little tidbit is I might be moving from one place to another. A lot of people say moving sucks, but I think I need something different now. After eight months, yeah.

Economy

You know it's a bad sign when your boss is working on her resume.

Climbing the Walls ...

I feel like I'm the only schmuck/student working today. Not only is it Spring Break, but I gotta keep my mind occupied, too. And my head already feels like it is splitting open.

I must say, I've never had such the feeling of climbing the walls like I have the past week or so. I can't concentrate enough to read but a few pages, so I've been watching tv. I force myself to go outside and play with my dog. Oh, I do wonder what she thinks of me lately ...
I call home to get reports from my mom about how the family is doing. I decided not to fly home for the funeral. The money issues are too much.
I know I moved far away from home, but nobody expects something like this to happen.

On a lighter note, I received another request from a friend to be his baby-momma. Yes. Another request to procreate with him because, well, why not? He did list other reasons, but there's no point in listing them here. Apparently, my age is suppose to make me very desperate to this request.
I was polite in my first response. This second response included the words "never" and "stop it" and something along the lines of "It's MY fucking LIFE!"
He wrote back about how selfish I was, how could I do this to my parents (not giving them a grandkid, I guess), and what an empty life I lead.
What a fucking life, indeed.
In the morning, he sent two emails with apologies, but I'm done. Seriously, done.

The Bad News ...

Karla didn't win Top Chef.
On Thursday, my stomach hurt so much I left work. I believe I am working on getting myself an ulcer.
I'm not moving into a new place in May, after all.
One of my cousins died. He was only 21.

Ugh. There's not much I can say to that last bit of bad news, except sometimes it's unbelievable how much this world really sucks.

To counteract the bad/sad vibes:
I'm over Karla not winning.
I'm taking a lot of Tums and cutting back on chocolate and coffee.
I'll give my apartment a real cleaning tonight.
I'll write, same as I've been doing, in a never-ending quest to understand this world.

Been Awhile ...

Since it's been awhile since I've blogged, I'll wait until the next blog to write the more sad stuff that's happened since then.

I've finished The Corner, which is actually a very good book. Unfortunately, it reminded me of certain family members, but I suppose I shouldn't get into that. I jumped on the Internet to find out the latest on D'Andre, who seems to be doing alright in life.
I've started Coralina, which should be an obviously quick read. Should be, but I'm soooo slow!

I went on Facebook the other night and posted a Note in which I offered to make homemade "anythings" for the first five people who responded. Since it was late, I didn't think I'd get responses until the morning. Uh-uh. Those five slots filled up quick.
I guess I should remind those five people that they, in turn, have to offer to make five anythings for their first five, or else they don't get anything from me. A kind of pay-it-forward, if you will.

My parents are coming to visit in May. Yay!