Thursday, August 26, 2010

"Halls' Fast Relief" not relieving

I have a head cold. Yuck.

Life is still good though. I am blessed with a lot of great people in my life and eventually, I promise I will catch up. Thanks for being such fabulous and persistent friends.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

"Good, good, how are you?"

About a year ago I was having a conversation with a friend about doormen. He wanted to live in a building with a doorman; it would be a sort of mark of success. I am currently working in a building with two entrances and an attendant at each. They sit at their desks, sign in guests, and... say hello sometimes? When I interned here last year I loved talking to the guy at the entrance nearest my work place's elevator. However, this year I avoid the rhythmically uncomfortable conversation that used to ensue while I waited for the elevator. What's changed? I'm not sure, but I do know that I don't think I want to live in a building with a door(wo)man. There are days (particularly mornings) when I don't feel like making small talk about nothing and every person I feel obligated to greet on my way to or from bed just makes me sleepier.

I didn't always feel this way. By most people's standards I'm a "talker".
I think it has something to do with being tired. I have worked every day since August 8th and will continue until Labor Day. Yesterday I started back with DS- so now I work 10am to 4pm Mondays through Fridays too. I am not complaining, per say. I'll be grateful when I'm able to pay my rent and it's a relief to have a job. However, it is going to take some determination and self-discipline to keep myself from getting sick. For whatever reason, I'm nearly convinced less small talk will help.

Sadly, there's also going to be less real talk for the next two weeks too. Sorry to all the messages, emails, and phone calls I haven't been responding to. I write replies in my mind, but often that extra step of fingers to keyboard seems like much more than it is.

Be patient. I'll get life in order again.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Comfortable bed and restless body

Sometimes I call myself an amazing sleeper, but really, I'm just a good napper**.
Last night I attempted to go to bed at a reasonable hour (midnight) in hopes of waking up at a reasonable hour (8 or 9) to go running. Instead I laid down and tossed and turned at every noise*** outside: the kids singing playground songs about boyfriends outside my window, the people loudly rustling through trash bins searching for cans and bottles to cash in, the giant trucks speeding down the street, the various types of loud music whose sources remains unknown, ect. ect. Eventually I got out of bed and began looking at idealist for jobs. I have two jobs, but I am still hoping to figure out what I want by reading every job description ever written... I'm on my way.

After a small search my phone rang. It was Jenkins, Jeni and Mike! I had asked Jenkins if they could call me when they got home that night and they did. It was so wonderful to hear their voices! I really miss them. I had already been missing them, but somehow when you hear people's voices and they're being their regular entertaining selves, your heart does this extra little yearning thing that reminds you why your life is so amazing.

After talking with them for awhile I thought I'd try to sleep again, but received an additional, but much shorter, phone call and a couple of texts. If there'd been any hope of falling asleep I would have simply ignored them, but since I continued to feel years away from sleep, I communicated with the outside world and eventually fell asleep a few hours after I had started.
Don't get me wrong, it's not always this difficult, but work is from 12:30ish-probably11ish tonight so I would've liked to be energized...

However, this morning I woke up to the wonderful discovery of the coffee pot in the fridge! Lindsay had requested Cameron put the leftover coffee in the fridge to make iced coffee, but I had forgotten this and there it was! I bought "lite" chocolate sauce the other day at Target so coffee+ice+milk+chocolatesauce+magic bullet... delicious and a bit energizing!

**This does not include when I am training regularly. During this time I'm a good napper and a pretty good sleeper too.
***It's always noisy, but it takes time to train yourself to ignore the ferocious-sounding barking of the dog next door, the sirens, the car alarms, and every thing else one could imagine.

I started to tell you...

I wish Pandora would stop making every commercial about New York gyms. I know, I know, I need to exercise; Must you make me feel even more guilty? The East River path is two blocks away and I have two 5lb weights, a yoga mat, and a jump rope waiting for me in my room. I also have the brilliant ability to make excuses out of nothing. I could probably get sympathy from a few people for tomorrow, it's a 10+ hour work day, but starting Monday every day for the next two weeks will be a 9-12 hour work day so if that's what I'm basing it on, I'll have to lower my self standards... and that's not the best idea.

I had intentions of going to bed when I got home from work, but the kids jumping rope and singing playground songs (at 12:30 at night) outside my window made it too difficult for me to fall asleep. So, I'm red-eyed and not motivated, but awake.

I do recognize that I have updated a very small amount of people about what is going on in my life. It's been a little busy so I haven't really had a chance to sit and gather all of my thoughts. Then, I did the inevitable and too much happened to fit it all in one blog and so I'm just going to tell you what I need to to let the kids quiet down.

My apartment is fabulous! It's a two-bedroom that I am sharing with a friend-from-high-school, Lindsay and her boyfriend, Cameron. It's been a little over two weeks and I have a good feeling for the next 50.

[phone rings]

Tuesday, August 10, 2010


New York, New York... back in the city, but in a new place with a whole new feeling.

In under a week I am already beginning to understand the major differences between living in a place for a predetermined amount of time with predetermined financial circumstances and moving in and waiting...

I moved into an apartment in East Harlem with my friend, Lindsay and her boyfriend, Cameron. Lindsay has been in Ohio since I arrived in New York and will be returning today. Cameron has been a great roommate so far. He helped my dad and I move an entire car's worth of belongings up three flights of stairs and has been a great conversationalist to have around. That is not even including the wonderful jazz guitar that he plays which is a beautiful juxtaposition to the noises that come from the East of my bedroom. Lindsay comes to the city today and I am very excited to get the kitchen and living room established. I really hope, as far as the apartment goes, this (almost) week has been foreshadowing for the rest of the year.

It should also be noted that my dad graciously drove me and his car worth of my belongings to New York, braving city traffic and summer heat. It's been really nice to have my apartment feel homey so quickly. I have bought a few things: new sheets, mattresses, a bookcase, ect. to fill out the place, but as of yesterday (when my mattress was delivered) things are feeling pretty a.okay.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

T minus...

So, because I like things in list form, here's the plan:

Make notes for next year's producer


Cast Party/handing over my producer box
Toledo to spend time with the Grandparents
Run with Julia


Run, hopefully
Friend Time
Pack Car


Clean room to leave it in a suitable state
Say Goodbye to my car
Birthday activities with my parents
Church Street with my wonderful friends!


Depart for New York City