Thoughts on Various Subjects
I'm a little scattered, but I will try to be concise and hit all my marks.
First of all, I've got to crow about the lineup in my CD player. It happened pretty much by accident; I didn't know it was going to be this good. I've got the Ramones' self-titled album, Counting Crows' August and Everything After, Born Not to Run (a compilation of songs in the spirit of NPR's Car Talk), the soundtrack to Do It Acapella, and the crowning glory: American Idiot by Green Day. If you think I have poor taste or should be listening to Wagner instead, too damn bad. Some of the albums I got for Christmas, some I got used, but I didn't have a really good idea of what was on them til I listened to them. Now I rock out every night.
I finished my quote book last night. I've been keeping a book of bon mots since I was in high school, and I finally came to the last page last night after finishing copying a Bukowski poem. It's held up pretty well for 13 years of use. So, with as little sentimentality as I could manage, I bought a new, sturdier, much more expensive notebook this afternoon to continue the good work.
Speaking of Bukowski, one of his fans (and close lifestyle adherent) still hasn't called to explain why he stood me up. I broke down and called him Tuesday and got his voicemail. I guess he just wants me to leave him alone. I can do that. I just need to exorcise a few demons by writing something, which I will hopefully get to tomorrow.
The car search continues. I'm trying to figure out how much nagging to do. Clearly, my efforts in the past were insufficient. However, if I nag my dad in the frequency and tenor of my mother, he'll tune me out the way he does her. Apparently, two calls a day may be the key. One call in the morning to let him know of anything new in the ads, and one at night to see if he's followed up on them. I think I'd do better if I went down and did it myself. The make, model, price, and mileage are listed in the ad, it's an automatic, it's a sedan, it was made after 1990, sold American. Now, Dad has a bunch of other questions he wants to ask, but I'm not as picky on that part. Also, conventional wisdom says car sellers will try to cheat me because I'm young and female. Maybe so, but I've ratcheted up my price range just so I can find something, anything, soon. I'll be working at Kohl's til I'm eligible for Social Security, but I don't know what else to do. Stage managers need cars. People who work in the suburbs need cars. If I ever hope to be a stage manager again or work at a suburban library or theater, I'm going to need a car. Oh, this is all too frustrating for words.
I got a good lead on an exercise club tonight at Weight Watchers. It's close by and costs only $50 a month. For Chicago, that's pretty good. I don't know if that includes the classes that I'd like to take, but I need something to get me out of this slump. I made what I thought what I thought were pretty good menu changes this week and only lost 0.2 pounds. Not the results I hoped for. Anyway, I wonder if I can get my parents to pony up for it. I don't know if I have the money for an exercise club with the lack of hours at Kohl's, but I need to do it. I'll check out this place tomorrow afternoon after work.
Well, that's about it. I'm all typed out. I probably won't check in for a few days unless I have a breakthrough on the job front.
First of all, I've got to crow about the lineup in my CD player. It happened pretty much by accident; I didn't know it was going to be this good. I've got the Ramones' self-titled album, Counting Crows' August and Everything After, Born Not to Run (a compilation of songs in the spirit of NPR's Car Talk), the soundtrack to Do It Acapella, and the crowning glory: American Idiot by Green Day. If you think I have poor taste or should be listening to Wagner instead, too damn bad. Some of the albums I got for Christmas, some I got used, but I didn't have a really good idea of what was on them til I listened to them. Now I rock out every night.
I finished my quote book last night. I've been keeping a book of bon mots since I was in high school, and I finally came to the last page last night after finishing copying a Bukowski poem. It's held up pretty well for 13 years of use. So, with as little sentimentality as I could manage, I bought a new, sturdier, much more expensive notebook this afternoon to continue the good work.
Speaking of Bukowski, one of his fans (and close lifestyle adherent) still hasn't called to explain why he stood me up. I broke down and called him Tuesday and got his voicemail. I guess he just wants me to leave him alone. I can do that. I just need to exorcise a few demons by writing something, which I will hopefully get to tomorrow.
The car search continues. I'm trying to figure out how much nagging to do. Clearly, my efforts in the past were insufficient. However, if I nag my dad in the frequency and tenor of my mother, he'll tune me out the way he does her. Apparently, two calls a day may be the key. One call in the morning to let him know of anything new in the ads, and one at night to see if he's followed up on them. I think I'd do better if I went down and did it myself. The make, model, price, and mileage are listed in the ad, it's an automatic, it's a sedan, it was made after 1990, sold American. Now, Dad has a bunch of other questions he wants to ask, but I'm not as picky on that part. Also, conventional wisdom says car sellers will try to cheat me because I'm young and female. Maybe so, but I've ratcheted up my price range just so I can find something, anything, soon. I'll be working at Kohl's til I'm eligible for Social Security, but I don't know what else to do. Stage managers need cars. People who work in the suburbs need cars. If I ever hope to be a stage manager again or work at a suburban library or theater, I'm going to need a car. Oh, this is all too frustrating for words.
I got a good lead on an exercise club tonight at Weight Watchers. It's close by and costs only $50 a month. For Chicago, that's pretty good. I don't know if that includes the classes that I'd like to take, but I need something to get me out of this slump. I made what I thought what I thought were pretty good menu changes this week and only lost 0.2 pounds. Not the results I hoped for. Anyway, I wonder if I can get my parents to pony up for it. I don't know if I have the money for an exercise club with the lack of hours at Kohl's, but I need to do it. I'll check out this place tomorrow afternoon after work.
Well, that's about it. I'm all typed out. I probably won't check in for a few days unless I have a breakthrough on the job front.
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