One of the great things about not being able to afford cable is the amount of reading I've been doing is increasingly higher than it's ever been. Well, actually, when I was a kid I used to read a SHIT LOAD. (Is 'a shit load' an adverb? I guess it is now) I recall borrowing 17 books out of the library just to bring with me on a week-long camping trip. Ah, youth. Then I turned 16 and driving and looking at boys proved to be way more interesting than Roald Dahl and Amelia Earhart's biography.Right now I am reading Marc Acito's How I Paid for College: A Novel of Sex, Theft, Friendship and Musical Theater, Steve Martin's Born Standing Up and James Lapine's Twelve Dreams. Oh, and a lovely, large print book titled YOU CAN READ MUSIC, but that's more of a study session I force myself to have.
The downside to not having cable is when the US Presidential Election comes along, and it just so happens to be one of the most important, defining moments in American history for awhile. Ah well, hopefully Jordon finds those coupons for that digital converter so we can at least watch a basic channel on Tuesday. By the way, filling out my absentee ballot some time ago was quite thrilling. I feel pretty cool about it.
So today I thought of a funny analogy for my feelings lately.
I feel like.... my life is a big, fat roundabout with about 40 different exits, and I am sitting in the grassy, middle part of the roundabout. Sitting, not standing-that is the important part. Maybe this analogy only makes sense to me, because I totally get it. I feel like I'm just living right now, sort of waiting for something to really inspire me, move me to my next destination, wherever the fuck that might be. Who knows; this 'living' part is pretty fun for right now.
Tonight I made traditional Italian risotto from Giada's cookbook, a version of my Dad's chicken Francesa and I roasted garlic for spreading on my wheat baguettes. I'm not going to lie, it was a fanfuckingtastic feast. Stick that in your mouth and chew it...yeaaaaa.
Oh by the way, my 5-day long vacation in Michigan was amazing. I suprised the shit out of my Dad at his 50th birthday party, I baby-sat, took my brothers and sisters to the Cider Mill where I had the delicious caramel apple of my dreams, I spent much-needed bonding time with Laura, I got my hair did, my teeth cleaned and a cavity filled, I had lunch with Rob, went for a drink with my now-of-age brother, and ate many mouth watering home-cooked meals prepared by Nana, Dad and my brothers. It felt really strange to be around those parts again, but it was just what I needed last week. However, by the time Wednesday hit, I admit, I was a little bit "get me the fuck out of here", especially since the cats were finally getting the best of me and my allergies. MMM, I forgot about them! But lucky for me, I scored a free earlier flight home and was back in NYC two hours earlier than planned. I love Northwest, for real. Boy did I take a big sigh of relief as I crammed myself and my bag onto the sweaty, cramped bus as I prepared myself for the scenic M60 tour back from the airport.
Here's some wants & needs of mine before I head to bed:
Wants
the Blackberry Bold (comes out on Tuesday, y'all!!!)
white balsamic vinegar
carton of grape tomatoes
Brita faucet filter
SATC movie
Needs
a sheet music book for my favorite person's album that I just found online
this scale: http://www.hammacher.com/publish/71528.asp?promo=xsells
a voice teacher with some reasonable rates
money to afford a monthly gym membership :('kay I must head to the sack now...doin the good ole' 2 job thing tomorrow. Peace.
