The Day After Christmas

It is the day after Christmas, and I am finally back in Grover Beach! I feel like it has taken me forever to get here. After a wonderful time with family for Christmas Eve and day (despite the fact that I made my mom cry, but it wouldn't be a holiday if I didn't) I somehow managed to shut my phone in my car door making it inoperable. So I had to go get a replacement because my parents don't trust my car to get from LA to GB, which is fun...My mom and I walked out of the Verizon store with matching Blackberrys, car chargers and I got a protective case in the hopes that I will not lose another phone to the car door. But on the plus side, I am now credit card dept free! And have a really cute cat at home who seems to really want to spend time with me, or she wants to continue sticking me paw in my tomato soup...one of the two.

The Moth

Last night, a couple of friends and I made the long trek through the rain to El Cid in downtown Los Angeles to go to a Moth Storyslam. We ended up getting there about an hour early, mostly because I wanted to stop by Freestyle Photography to pick up some film for my Polaroid accordion Land Camera and they closed at 6 so...we left a little earlier then we really needed to. This did end up having its benefits though, we ended up getting a great booth on the second floor all to ourselves, which was extremely lucky considering it was standing room only by the time the stories actually started. Since El Cid is a restaurant, we thought that it would be a good idea to order some food and I got a glass of sangria which was super good. The first couple stories were not all that great, one guy got up and did some horrible stand up comedy not knowing that it was a store telling show, while another woman recited something that sounded too much like a horrible monologue. I guess that should have been expected considering the show took place in downtown LA and everyone seems to be looking for there big break. But 8 of the 10 storytellers were just awesome and the host was a great deal better then the lady who hosted the last moth that we attended in Santa Monica. All in all, I had a great time and cannot wait for the next Moth!

This is a photo I took from our seat! It was an amazing view!

Whatever Doesn't Kill Me...

I decided that it would be a really great idea to go for a run during my lunch break today since I didn't think that I would be able to find the time to work it in later. While it seemed like a great idea at the time, I forgot to figure in that I am still not feeling 100%. My throat decided to get really angry and just close on me a couple of times, which was fun. I would be running around just fine and then BAM, I could no longer breath. So I would cough up some flem and keep going. It was...fun, and by fun I mean horrible but that is done now. It is now time for me to sit at my desk, scan documents, enter id numbers and stare at a the plain camel colored wall in front of me. In an attempt to make my corner seem more inviting, I have started posting sticky-notes of motivational quotes. Unfortunately the quotes have begun to get more and more strange, such as "whatever doesn't kill me, just hurts me eve more so...that's fine" and "words, can you swim without them?" And then they just get depressing, like "even though I'm happy you have finally found yourself, I miss the person we believed you were," and "too bad dark languages rarely survive..." So I sit in the corner staring at brightly colored post-its that should be motivating me but rather have more of an emotionally draining effect. But this is it...my life for forty hours a week.

Who Would You Do?

For some reason this is a game that my friends and myself have been playing a great deal lately. And while most of them mention men who the world deams a suitable choice of whom one would enjoy spending a night of passion with, mine does not. For some reason I am always the first to respond and my answer is always Jonathan Goldstein. Out of all the people in world, I choose a 41-year-old Canadian Jew with a high pitched monotone voice who hosts the radio program WireTap. I cannot help but find myself falling deeper and deeper in love with the stories he tells. There is so much love in the way that he describes relationship between Mary and Joseph. Or the short trying to describe love without saying the word love. I would also like to point out that the music that is used in background is amazing! Because of this love for his writing and storytelling, I have found my crush moving from these writings and to the person writing them. It is bad. I find myself falling asleep to his voice most nights (I am not sure if this is a complement or an insult)
What I can't figure out is if I would actually "do" Jonathan Goldstein or just force him to talk to me for a night. Because my mother might read this and I work at a University that asked me to agree to their moral code of conduct which explicitly states that I do not agree with pre-marital sexual relationships, let me say that instead of "do" it is more "who would you like to spend an extended period of time with having completely appropriate conversation over coffee, in public and there would be no touching."

Day 3

I am now into day three of flu. I was able to make it into work for a couple of hours this morning, but had to come home a little after the half way point. On the drive home, I tried to make a list of things that I could do so that I would not feel like such a loser. I was going to put on my stretchy pants, work on the leg warmers I am knitting, fold my laundry, shower, clean my room, call my mom (actually this one was added later when I realize that being sick is no fun when your mom is not here to take care of you), and maybe watch some horrible daytime TV. I only got to put on the stretchy pants and then crashed on the couch...for four hours. This has pretty much been my life, wake up, attempt to go to work, maybe make it there for a few hours, come home, put on stretchy pants, attempt to do something to make myself not feel like a loser, give up and take a nap. I drew a picture to illustrate my tough decision as to whether I should take a nap or knit. I chose nap by the way. Also I am well aware that the Zs are all backwards, I actually had to take a picture of the picture I drew so that messed everything up

Theraflu and Maury

I am sick and left me tell you, it is not a good as I thought it would be. I thought that it would be a good time to catch up on laundry and get some knitting done. But instead I just want to stay in bed all day. Yesterday I went to work, stayed their for about an hour and a half before heading home, crawling into bed and staying there until 6 o'clock when I headed out for some medicine, and then got back in bed. Today I have felt quite a bit better, but I am still burning up! So far the only positives of this sickness has been the Theraflu and Maury, which makes me feel both satisfied and classy.