So, it’s been a while. An embarrassingly long while, but I feel like too much explanation would be about as horrible as my hiatus was, so, in brief: I had a hellish semester and I was working way too many hours. Consequence=abject misery.
Okay, I’m being dramatic (as usual), but in addition to being overworked/tired and angry pretty much all the time, blogging fell by the wayside, and then became a nagging item on my to-do list, and at that point I just started avoiding it at all cost. Luckily, my less-waste goals didn’t, so that’s something.
The thing is, though, that I love having this blog, and I have so many ideas, and there are so many ways it could become a resource for someone other than Justin, who uses it to look up my gallo pinto recipe, but that’s never going to happen if I don’t actually use it.
So here I am, in a picture with a dog. An adorable dog. On Christmas eve. Trying to move past what was a pretty horrible train-wreck time. Highlights? Let’s see. There was the heavy course load, plus the poli sci class from hell (it was a US Senate Simulation, so I’m sure you can imagine how that went), in which one of my esteemed colleauges decided that being a dick was the best way to maneuver politically. Accusing me of forming coups and calling me while I was at work to bitch me out when his plans got messed up by other people, you know, the norm.
Imagine an unattractive, self-righteous 20 year old jabbing a finger in your face, screaming “You torpedo-ed the bill!” while you stare back with a slack-jawed expression of incredulity pasted on your face. Yeah, I totes torpedo-ed that shit. Because the bill was unconstitutional, duh. Sup, bro?
Not to mention the fact that I spent months of my life researching and writing and then, at my editors’ requests, expanding on ideas and further revising an article which was then too long to publish for my university’s paper. Months. It was really not that serious. So that was September-present. I will get that monster published if it is the last thing I do. I have yet to see an environmentally centered article in print. Mostly because that one was the first I tried to submit, and we all just heard what a success that turned out to be.
Anyway, those things are kind of throwaway. The big thing was that I was working my ass off at school, as aforementioned, while at the same time working 30-35 hours a week at my restaurant job. I finally had to ask my boss to cut my hours down because it was affecting my grades, and then my hours got cut down even more because of a customer complaint (which was totally my bad, unfortunately for both of us), and then, right as the year ended and my grades turned out to be even worse than I’d imagined (I got a C+ y’all, in an English class), and I’d realized I was going to start 2012 dead broke and depressed, they fired me. Theories abound as to why, but I suspect they only wanted employees who were okay with working overtime and not being paid for it. So there was that.
I sound bitter. Probably because I AM bitter. I am really very deeply and grossly bitter about, frankly, a lot more things than I should be, and that is NOT what living a pura vida is all about, people. As Amanda Palmer says in her “Ukelele Anthem”: “Quit the bitching on your blog, and stop pretending art is hard.” I’ve never pretended art is hard (good art on the other hand…), so I guess I need to quit bitching on my blog. But I’ve only just started!
But the holidays were good! I actually cut up my pumpkins from Halloween (which never got carved because Justin had started his new job in September and I was struggling to find time to sleep) and made them into pumpkin cheesecake for both Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner. That was cool. I posted pictures on Instagram, because my life is fabulous and needs constant documentation. /sarcasm.
Speaking of, I lost my phone in a bar sometime in October. My really nice awesome former coworker Aurora up and gave me her old iPhone, which is pretty much the nicest thing ever. I would probably not (and could not) buy a new phone, and based on EWG’s cell phone radiation report, a used Samsung Galaxy S would be the least tumor-causing, but I will not look a gift iPhone in its 3mm audio jack (something my G1, which I’d had 3 incarnations of in 3 years, couldn’t give me), regardless of where Apple is buying those conflict minerals.
It’s funny, because before I got the new phone a customer I was waiting on one afternoon had a Galaxy S II, and I asked him how he liked it. “It’s awful, I hate it,” he replied. When I asked why he told me it was slow and functioned badly compared to other smartphones. I told him about the EWG radiation report and how it was the lowest emitting smartphone. “Better than the iPhone?” his yuppie lunch parter asked me. I said yes. She totally didn’t believe me and probably looked it up on said iPhone. “Well, that’s why,” the man with the Samsung said, “It’s not emitting enough radiation.” And then he chuckled smugly into his lame salad.
Anyway, by some freak happenstance (Justin and I getting a tree) my parents decided it would be cool to do Christmas day dinner at my apartment. I’m not sure it’s an experience I’d like to repeat (getting the tree, the dinner was awesome. I made tamales) because while I’m aware it’s 1000x better to get a real tree than to buy a fake one, because they’re ugly and polluting and will be here longer than anyone alive, it’s also better to not chop down trees just to make your house look pretty. Tree farms are not forests y’all.Â Anyway, I got really stressed about cleaning the apartment and making it guest-ready after several months of neglect. But I made this cool soap dish out of wine corks:
& am considering making a few more and selling them on Etsy. Would you buy one? No? Fair enough. Everyone knows what they’re getting for Christmas next year though…I’ve got about 300 wine corks to upcycle. No, they’re not all from me, I’d been collecting them from work.Â Do you even know how long it would take me to drink 300 bottles of wine by myself?
Ok, yeah, like most of a year. Quiet, you.
And my container gardening finally bore fruit! By fruit I mean a tiny tomato, it has long since bore me a bell pepper and various herbs, but I don’t think peppers count as fruit? Not by anyone other than botanists, and if they’re not cooking me things I care not for their opinions, sir. Anyway this picture’s super ugly, and my plants had just experienced a pretty intense windstorm. I really need to do a post about my plant struggles. You’ll be amazed how many things I’ve killed.
So that’s all for now I guess. I’m going to go on trying to not be so bitter and slough off the callous around my entire self that I’ve developed recently, and hopefully find a job and make decent grades and maybe start to love things again like I did before. And maybe things will work out well. Maybe they won’t, but either way, they’ll pass. I’ll leave you with this picture because I want to be on that plane, to parts unknown:
postscript: First person to tell me the song from which I took my title and that quote gets a free upcycled wine cork soap dish.
post-postscript: I suppose that gives people I’m friends with on Facebook a distinct advantage…and y’all are probably a pack of Googling cheaters. Ok, new contest, I will (somewhat) randomly pick a commenter, who will win a free upcycled wine cork soap dish. Because they’re fucking cool. And if you have one everyone will think you’re a libertine badass with a poet’s soul, a devil-may-care attitude, and fabulous hair.*
*I reserve the right to later deny making this statement.