Wow, that's a kind of bitter title. I don't really mean it. Or do I? (Insert evil cackle here.)
Things that are good include but may or may not be limited to:
Tomorrow Miles comes home and that's good news because I'm tired of trying to talk up every stranger and random person I come into contact with in order to feel like a real human having real conversations.
It looks like I'm almost at the point where I only have one more school to sell my blood to in order to complete the glorious admissions process.
The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter is my second favorite Carson McCullers book right now. Me and a friend, a real friend, not a stranger, decided if Carson were alive now, she would be a happy dyke hipster in SF. I really think Carson would have liked that scene. She had that skinny angsty dark side and with all that cigarette smoking and death on the brain, she really would have fit in.
Cornelius' seasonal affective disorder seems to be curbed with the sun shining every day.
Things that could be better or at least shouldn't be included in the above list:
I shovelled for the first time ever today. The final count was 10.7 inches of snow and my arms will testify to that. At one point I stopped and looked up at the branches of a tree above me and I swear to you, the squirrels were laughing at me. Two of them.
My other bookstore job, not the good one, but the one I'm not into is SO boring. I really get depressed when people come in and buy incense or a greeting card. I mean it's a bookstore. Don't you want a book?
When I left for work, I accidentally turned the heat in my room all the way up instead of off and now it's like a burning sauna. (On the upside, Cornelius seems pleased.)
I think it's important to have something to write in order to write at all (this applies to my blog but it's mostly meant for my creative writing). Sometimes I think I don't have a fire inside of me that burns bright enough to need to be written. I wish Carson was alive so I could ask her how she knew that she had to tell the stories she wrote.
And now in it's own list, the broadway musical of the day, to be played on repeat if you will brave it:
Chorus Line
Please spend extra time appreciating "different is nice but it sure isn't pretty. pretty is what it's about. i've never met anyone who was different who couldn't figure that out."
Thank you and good night lovely birds.
