well well well.
Just a little post to be a bit more cheerful than the last post. I have some packing to do before R + I drive to martha's vineyard! Yay fancy vacation. We're staying at my landlord's summer home. I hope it will not rain so I can wear dresses + prance around the beach.
Yesterday in the gorgeous spring sun, I was like having a little anxiety + started a fight about nothing. Pretty sure I don't wanna do that. Like, have you ever passed a couple having a fight? You walk by, like loving life, and from your perspective their fight looks like hell. But couples get stuck in little grudges & boxes.
Also, my little job is not as bad as I let on. It's actually cool to walk around + tell people when they can eat. Since its a beer garden people are generally drunk & friendly.
"Attitude is everything"... I think I saw that phrase on a pen or something. Or on a poster with a mountain range in the background.
Okay, I gotta go hang my diploma on the wall and pack! x x x
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
tuesday
Hello. a weird kinda day.
saturday= wish it were all mine. But I started a new job that I hate.. I literally wonder if I am still 16 sometimes, windexxing the windows while thinkin about my crush in 11th grade. But no, I'm 27 and I have a master's degree.. and I'm hoping no one I know comes into the place I work lest I should have to put a "positive spin" on having that job.
That pretty much sums up my experience lately. Like, it is so hard to look at life with pink shades on. i guess the more habitual it gets to hate yourself and feel ashamed at where you are, its hard to justify your "only a summer job" and what have you. Where I am supposed to be at 5 pm is the furthest place in the world from where I would like to be.
I am just tired of running alongside my problems, like instead of sitting on my floor with my head in my hands and wondering "why am I here, where I am, in this life? How can I change things?", I go to the gym. 30 minutes of cardio listening to Kanye west and ladytron over + over again. Then I take a shower and I feel half-ready to take on the world. Today, I just feel like a pile of mud and I don't feel like ignoring it much longer. Plus my ipod has no more battery.
My landlord today commented on how I have lost weight, echoing similar comments from just about everyone. The truth is, I am not very happy in my life right now, so I have little appetite, and I am too anxious most of the time to really eat alot. I wish I could say that I am thin "and happy". How wonderful it is to take a huge bite out of life.... I have loved eating in the past but right now I feel like I have a psychic blockade at the base of my throat.
Hard to pinpoint exactly how I got here, but I know it must be a smorgsborg of everything accumulating into this moment. The previous entry is alot of it, combined with my inability to empower myself over it. It is nice to "blame" my problems on everyone else but it is just not full reality. Lisa is alot of it I guess, like her life slowly deteriorates more + more every day, and its hard to just sit back & watch. It must crawl under my skin. In addition I have a suspicion that the sibling dynamics in a family are magnified in times of crisis. Like I feel 100 times more pressure to be the "good" child as lisa goes further into the abyss.
In less debby downer news, I interviewed a southern rock chick this week, and I went backstage w/ her bandmates and was kinda interesting. Sometimes it pays to get out of the house...
saturday= wish it were all mine. But I started a new job that I hate.. I literally wonder if I am still 16 sometimes, windexxing the windows while thinkin about my crush in 11th grade. But no, I'm 27 and I have a master's degree.. and I'm hoping no one I know comes into the place I work lest I should have to put a "positive spin" on having that job.
That pretty much sums up my experience lately. Like, it is so hard to look at life with pink shades on. i guess the more habitual it gets to hate yourself and feel ashamed at where you are, its hard to justify your "only a summer job" and what have you. Where I am supposed to be at 5 pm is the furthest place in the world from where I would like to be.
I am just tired of running alongside my problems, like instead of sitting on my floor with my head in my hands and wondering "why am I here, where I am, in this life? How can I change things?", I go to the gym. 30 minutes of cardio listening to Kanye west and ladytron over + over again. Then I take a shower and I feel half-ready to take on the world. Today, I just feel like a pile of mud and I don't feel like ignoring it much longer. Plus my ipod has no more battery.
My landlord today commented on how I have lost weight, echoing similar comments from just about everyone. The truth is, I am not very happy in my life right now, so I have little appetite, and I am too anxious most of the time to really eat alot. I wish I could say that I am thin "and happy". How wonderful it is to take a huge bite out of life.... I have loved eating in the past but right now I feel like I have a psychic blockade at the base of my throat.
Hard to pinpoint exactly how I got here, but I know it must be a smorgsborg of everything accumulating into this moment. The previous entry is alot of it, combined with my inability to empower myself over it. It is nice to "blame" my problems on everyone else but it is just not full reality. Lisa is alot of it I guess, like her life slowly deteriorates more + more every day, and its hard to just sit back & watch. It must crawl under my skin. In addition I have a suspicion that the sibling dynamics in a family are magnified in times of crisis. Like I feel 100 times more pressure to be the "good" child as lisa goes further into the abyss.
In less debby downer news, I interviewed a southern rock chick this week, and I went backstage w/ her bandmates and was kinda interesting. Sometimes it pays to get out of the house...
Sunday, May 10, 2009
mother's day
hello.
I take a break from mother's day 2009 to write on cute band alert.
In this article I'm gonna write about my ambivalent feelings about Mother's Day. Maybe I will understand one day why Mother's need a special day on the calendar to celebrate them. I guess my ambivalence goes back a few years. Like once I was a little bit mature, i used to write my mom a heartfelt card, where I would just frankly tell her how I loved her + was grateful for all she did. This card will inevitably make my mom cry & she would hug me, and probably keep the card in her jewelry box. I was happy to make her happy on Mother's Day, but I started to feel like every year I had to reach the standard I had reached in previous Mother's Day cards. Like if one year my card was less wordy, my mom might remark that it was very sweet HOWEVER, it was less verbiose than "usual". And every year Mother's Day rolled around, I would sometimes think to myself "I just feel the same way I felt last year" and frankly there is a feeling of pressure when I used to wake up on Mother's Day and know that I couldn't walk out to the kitchen table without a gift or card. Needless to say I always feel relieved for Mother's Day to be over.
Well this year it's been kinda tough. Over the past year, I've seen my dad retire, my sister has been in and out of jail and various rehab programs, and got secretly married to her non-boyfriend Jose. I have moved in with my foreign boyfriend (well, he moved in with me). Grandma says we are living in sin, a vibe that must definitely trickle down to my parents as they nervously ask us if we are thinking of getting married anytime soon. I nervously ask myself the same question to be honest, and my anxiety in life has skyrocketted outta control. I try to draw boundaries between my parents and me in the areas of religion + politics, especially since I've met rémy. I put on my liberal "cool head" when they try to start fights over abortion or marriage or fricking homosexuality. Our family is definitely in a state of transition. Everyone is kind of searching for drama. Everyone is kind of waiting to see Lisa in a coffin. It's like that drama fuels everyone's need for their own drama.
This week, my parents decided to drive up to Massachusetts to visit me. My instinct was "um, ok" because I do generally feel like they invite themselves, but thats another story. Remy is in the middle of finals + lately we've been pretty high-anxiety no-fun kinda people. My mom made a weird reference about how she wasn't going to "get anything" from Lisa this year, suggesting that she wanted to see me to kind of compensate. She then literally asked me to buy her flowers (I can't recall the actual language used verbatim). Maybe in another time and place I will understand where my mom is coming from, why she and my dad have transmitted so much of their own anxiety onto me. R and I went to whole foods yesterday and spent 16 dollars we don't have on a bouquet of flowers for my mom. The woman who gave me life (I never liked that simplistic argument of motherhood). It goes without saying but, I never asked to be born.
Anyway it was nice to see my parents today. There was the normal anxiety last night about cleaning my apartment, and no surprise I get the comments from my mom as soon as she walks in about how messy it is, and how she should enroll us in one of those tv "home makeover" shows. She looked so pretty and youthful (she really is a looker and has always taken care of her body). In Amherst I cringed to hear the comments about how we were really in 'Obama country', and the peace flags and no-nuke demonstrators and diversity appreciation really annoyed her. When we got back home there was the unsollicited advice about how when we clean we should "focus on just one room at a time" and yada yada yada. Yeah.
So this post is in honor of Mother's Day and to recognize that Mother/daughter relationships are often the most complicated relationships of our lives. I envy girls sometimes whose mom talked to them about birth control, for example, and who just by being there for their daughter taught her to respect her body and find healthy intimacy in her life. I've found a healthy relationship, but not without so much turmoil and ambivalence. Not everyone is so lucky to be "happy" all the time. My mom continues to push her anxiety on her "good" daughter. I broke down crying in the middle of an Italian restaurant last year because my parents decided they wanted to sit me down and tell me that they wanted me to get married in a church. Not only was it premature (we are not engaged by the way), it frankly makes me all the more want to march my butt down to City Hall and tell me where to sign. They will be lucky if they are invited. I will not let a Catholic priest tell me that I now have the right to live as married woman. The same priest who will say that gayness is an abomination? Use your brain, people.
I take a break from mother's day 2009 to write on cute band alert.
In this article I'm gonna write about my ambivalent feelings about Mother's Day. Maybe I will understand one day why Mother's need a special day on the calendar to celebrate them. I guess my ambivalence goes back a few years. Like once I was a little bit mature, i used to write my mom a heartfelt card, where I would just frankly tell her how I loved her + was grateful for all she did. This card will inevitably make my mom cry & she would hug me, and probably keep the card in her jewelry box. I was happy to make her happy on Mother's Day, but I started to feel like every year I had to reach the standard I had reached in previous Mother's Day cards. Like if one year my card was less wordy, my mom might remark that it was very sweet HOWEVER, it was less verbiose than "usual". And every year Mother's Day rolled around, I would sometimes think to myself "I just feel the same way I felt last year" and frankly there is a feeling of pressure when I used to wake up on Mother's Day and know that I couldn't walk out to the kitchen table without a gift or card. Needless to say I always feel relieved for Mother's Day to be over.
Well this year it's been kinda tough. Over the past year, I've seen my dad retire, my sister has been in and out of jail and various rehab programs, and got secretly married to her non-boyfriend Jose. I have moved in with my foreign boyfriend (well, he moved in with me). Grandma says we are living in sin, a vibe that must definitely trickle down to my parents as they nervously ask us if we are thinking of getting married anytime soon. I nervously ask myself the same question to be honest, and my anxiety in life has skyrocketted outta control. I try to draw boundaries between my parents and me in the areas of religion + politics, especially since I've met rémy. I put on my liberal "cool head" when they try to start fights over abortion or marriage or fricking homosexuality. Our family is definitely in a state of transition. Everyone is kind of searching for drama. Everyone is kind of waiting to see Lisa in a coffin. It's like that drama fuels everyone's need for their own drama.
This week, my parents decided to drive up to Massachusetts to visit me. My instinct was "um, ok" because I do generally feel like they invite themselves, but thats another story. Remy is in the middle of finals + lately we've been pretty high-anxiety no-fun kinda people. My mom made a weird reference about how she wasn't going to "get anything" from Lisa this year, suggesting that she wanted to see me to kind of compensate. She then literally asked me to buy her flowers (I can't recall the actual language used verbatim). Maybe in another time and place I will understand where my mom is coming from, why she and my dad have transmitted so much of their own anxiety onto me. R and I went to whole foods yesterday and spent 16 dollars we don't have on a bouquet of flowers for my mom. The woman who gave me life (I never liked that simplistic argument of motherhood). It goes without saying but, I never asked to be born.
Anyway it was nice to see my parents today. There was the normal anxiety last night about cleaning my apartment, and no surprise I get the comments from my mom as soon as she walks in about how messy it is, and how she should enroll us in one of those tv "home makeover" shows. She looked so pretty and youthful (she really is a looker and has always taken care of her body). In Amherst I cringed to hear the comments about how we were really in 'Obama country', and the peace flags and no-nuke demonstrators and diversity appreciation really annoyed her. When we got back home there was the unsollicited advice about how when we clean we should "focus on just one room at a time" and yada yada yada. Yeah.
So this post is in honor of Mother's Day and to recognize that Mother/daughter relationships are often the most complicated relationships of our lives. I envy girls sometimes whose mom talked to them about birth control, for example, and who just by being there for their daughter taught her to respect her body and find healthy intimacy in her life. I've found a healthy relationship, but not without so much turmoil and ambivalence. Not everyone is so lucky to be "happy" all the time. My mom continues to push her anxiety on her "good" daughter. I broke down crying in the middle of an Italian restaurant last year because my parents decided they wanted to sit me down and tell me that they wanted me to get married in a church. Not only was it premature (we are not engaged by the way), it frankly makes me all the more want to march my butt down to City Hall and tell me where to sign. They will be lucky if they are invited. I will not let a Catholic priest tell me that I now have the right to live as married woman. The same priest who will say that gayness is an abomination? Use your brain, people.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
les chats
Just to show you the two little things that make me so happy in this world. I am so in love when they look at me in the eyes or yawn or just be amazing.
re-bonjour
Hey yo.
sitting at my new writing spot (places in our house get so charged with energy don't they)
I am wearing earrings, sensible earrings + I think they can really transform your look.
Well let me give you the scoop. There is an obese miserable woman who lives downstairs. Once I helped her get off a patch of ice. It was 7 in the morning + I hear her call my name. I waited a sec and contemplated not "hearing" her. Like remy wears earplugs at night, he could have pleaded deafness. But I heard her. I went down + spent the next 15 minutes pulling her (probably weighs about 3 of me) until miraculously without my arm falling off she was able to hoist her fat ass up.
Sometimes I do think to myself that I have a problem with very fat people. I think its mostly when a fat body is accompanied by a hateful and bitter personality. Which is the case with this woman. Our body says so much, I'm not talking about a size 4 versus a size 14. Like when you're a size 30 you've probably ballooned so out of proportion how can you have a proper body-image or self-love? I know this is controversial to say but no one is reading this anyway.
I was excited to watch Oprah today (5pm) because I thought it was the Elizbeth Edwards interview, but alas that won't be until Thursday.
La la la, I want chocolate, i hate the weather so much right now.
I don't know how, but I was convinced to go see "ghosts of ex-girlfriends past" at the cinemark for $5 tonight. I am ambivalent about even spending $5 there. I have a few sour memories at the cinemark, remember audrey's sex in the city midnight premiere party? When everyone dressed up in dresses and I show up in jeans with my boyfriend (faux pas).
Otherwise I was intriged when Oprah talked about how when you stop resisting the universe by "trying" to make them happen, they are more likely to happen. I'm trying to adopt that attitude in my job search. Instead of thinking I suck all the time, I should embrace my suckiness, like if it doesn't happen then there are other things out there.
Often times I do think that teaching generally attracts people with no imagination. People who just wanna take the easy road, get the vacations, etc. Why is that? No geniuses are teaching 6th grade french. But I want to be the genius teaching 6th grade french.
whatevz.
sitting at my new writing spot (places in our house get so charged with energy don't they)
I am wearing earrings, sensible earrings + I think they can really transform your look.
Well let me give you the scoop. There is an obese miserable woman who lives downstairs. Once I helped her get off a patch of ice. It was 7 in the morning + I hear her call my name. I waited a sec and contemplated not "hearing" her. Like remy wears earplugs at night, he could have pleaded deafness. But I heard her. I went down + spent the next 15 minutes pulling her (probably weighs about 3 of me) until miraculously without my arm falling off she was able to hoist her fat ass up.
Sometimes I do think to myself that I have a problem with very fat people. I think its mostly when a fat body is accompanied by a hateful and bitter personality. Which is the case with this woman. Our body says so much, I'm not talking about a size 4 versus a size 14. Like when you're a size 30 you've probably ballooned so out of proportion how can you have a proper body-image or self-love? I know this is controversial to say but no one is reading this anyway.
I was excited to watch Oprah today (5pm) because I thought it was the Elizbeth Edwards interview, but alas that won't be until Thursday.
La la la, I want chocolate, i hate the weather so much right now.
I don't know how, but I was convinced to go see "ghosts of ex-girlfriends past" at the cinemark for $5 tonight. I am ambivalent about even spending $5 there. I have a few sour memories at the cinemark, remember audrey's sex in the city midnight premiere party? When everyone dressed up in dresses and I show up in jeans with my boyfriend (faux pas).
Otherwise I was intriged when Oprah talked about how when you stop resisting the universe by "trying" to make them happen, they are more likely to happen. I'm trying to adopt that attitude in my job search. Instead of thinking I suck all the time, I should embrace my suckiness, like if it doesn't happen then there are other things out there.
Often times I do think that teaching generally attracts people with no imagination. People who just wanna take the easy road, get the vacations, etc. Why is that? No geniuses are teaching 6th grade french. But I want to be the genius teaching 6th grade french.
whatevz.
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