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CSGL – Enough with the Allusions

OK, I know I’ve mentioned in at least two blog posts that there were changes a comin’ to my life.   Well, here’s the big reveal – I moved . . . . again.

Yes, that would make the fifth move in four years.

Yes, I am crazy.

So, I am once again living with roommates.   No more pantsless-ness . . . well, unless I’m in my own room.

There are several reasons why this is way better –

  1. No more sleeping with a baseball bat to fend off things that go bump in the night.
  2. No more sleeping mere feet from drug dealers and prostitutes who are only separated from me by a thin piece of glass.
  3. No more sinking suspicions that my room is going to become an inescapable vortex which I will never be able to free myself from the very next time I close myself in it.  (Yes, that is a real fear that came over me while I was sitting home alone one night.)
  4. No more leaving the TV on 20 hours/day just to keep me company.
  5. I live in a house now.  A whole house.  Multiple rooms.  Living room, kitchen, bedroom, etc.  All separated by walls.   It’s astonishing.
  6. I have an instant social life.  (Just add beer.)
  7. I live with a cat now.
  8. I am living with some of the coolest folks, friends I’ve known for years, who I really truly love and respect.

So, there you have it.  Now you know why I have been taking my damn time posting up pictures from my holiday.  I couldn’t find my laptop in the boxes.  I’m slowly digging out from the pile, though.   Hopefully I’ll develop a routine for this new life.   (For example, I went to the gym this morning before work.   Damn that’s weird.)

I think it just was about time to shake it all up all over again.   So I did.

Just sayin’.

CSGL – Return of the Pile of Pants

Remember a few years back, when I wrote about the pile of mostly clean, partially dirty, stretched out just right pants that lived next to my bed?   

Well, it’s back, and it’s better than ever!

I woke up to my iPod this morning, something by Depeche Mode, and laid there hovering between sleep and wakefulness.  When I knew I couldn’t put it off a moment longer, I leaned over, grabbed hold of the first pair I could get my hand on, leaned back, pulled them up and on, and got out of bed.  

Of course, unlike the “good old days” I now have short hair, so I can’t just throw it in a ponytail and go anymore. 

Also, I now always make sure to eat breakfast.   Usually this is done leaning over the counter.   The time it would take to sit would cut into that fifteen minutes of  groggy that I enjoyed.

So, it takes about twice as long for me to get out the door.

But I’m getting back into my own old habits, instead of living the way someone else expected me to.   It’s not the same exact pattern, but it’s still mine.   

I’m going to be the biggest slob I want to be, because at the end of the day, I’m the one who lives this life in this and lives in this mess. 

And there’s no way in hell I’m going to let go of this again so easily.

Mass Suicide

I have a suicide problem in my apartment.   Thousands of lives have extinguished themselves over the last couple of days.  Poor little things.

Dead ant . . . Dead ant . . . Dead-ant. Dead-ant. Dead-ant. Dead-ant. DEAD-ANT!

The little buggers are marching one-by-one through a tiny crack in the outside of the icebox.    Probably it seems like a good idea, since the motor of the freezer is probably putting out heat.  It’s been pretty cold around here (well, cold for here), so I’m sure they’re just wanting to warm up.   However, we all know what’s going on inside a freezer.

When I came home yesterday, I followed their little trail, up the side of the icebox to this little space, and I opened up the freezer, and there inside, was a huge pile of dead frozen ants.  

It’s terrible, really.   

I’ve sprinkled cinnamon around everywhere, and cleaned up as best I can . . . I just hope that I can deter them.    I killed a couple, but I hate doing that.   I would prefer it if they just went along on their happy little ways, back to their colony with some noms.

Pissing My Life Away

I’ve been doing a whole lot of nothing today.  I watched some of the Olympics, and some bits of movies, all in between napping, and goofing off on the internet.  Right now I’m just watching a little bit of the Giants game.   I’m not really planning on leaving my apartment any time tonight, either.   I’m just gonna keep being a lazy hermit.   It’s pretty likely that I’ll spend the rest of my evening looking up stuff like this on YouTube –

(YouTube is shutting me down, but go to this link – Phenomenauts Interview

 

I went and saw The Phenomenauts in the Sacramento area last night.  it was a pretty late night, and I crashed at a friend’s after, so maybe that’s why I am feeling so lazy today.  It was totally worth it, as The Phenomenauts are badass.  I hope some day to be half as bad ass as those guys.  They’re joined on their current tour by Vic Ruggiero performing solo and Kepi Ghoulie and his band.    

I actually did one useful thing today, which was order the dress I will be wearing as the maid of honor in a  wedding.  Yeah, you heard that right.   I’m sure I’ll have pictures of me in this dress.  So I’m not going to say much about that.

Crazy Single Girl Life – Home Sweet Home

It finally happened.   I finally feel like I’ve had just about enough of going out.   I’m in.  I’ve been in.  I’m not going anywhere.  

I’ve been home from my vacation for a couple of days, and I have to say, I haven’t been feeling as antsy since I got back.  I just want to hang out, and I’m enjoying my apartment more now.  I guess I just needed a bit of a break.  

So, I’m sitting here being a bit of a slug.  I kind of feel like I might be coming down with something, too.   

I’m watching trashy TV.  I’m slouching, and I’m tap tapping away at my MacBook.   I’ve been looking at all the stuff I’ve been wanting too.  

This is the life.  This is my life.   It’s not any different than when I’m running around every day.  I’m still the same person, so I guess it makes sense.   It’s just nice to feel like I can breathe again in my own house.  I’m still going to go out when I want, but hopefully I’ll find some balance now.   

And by balance, I mean passing out on the couch with a belly full of risotto.  

Just sayin’.

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Crazy Single Girl Life – Housework Edition

Kind of sucks when there isn’t a dude to blame for the lack of cleaning of the bathroom.  I really did let it get that bad.  This is yet another negative side effect of Crazy Singledom.  I think, however, that I’m getting to the point where I don’t feel like I have to go out every night.  Maybe every other.

Crazy Single Girl Life – Laundry Edition

If you’ve been following this blog at all, you know that I have been keeping pretty busy. Actually, that’s putting it lightly. I’ve been going going going so much that I barely see my apartment. It pretty much is just the spot where I crash and shower. I don’t even eat here so much.

Of course, as many people have pointed out, this isn’t necessarily a mutually exclusive symptom of single-ness. I just think, looking back on my relationships, that when you’re with someone, hanging out at one or the other’s place becomes an activity of it’s own. I don’t particularly care for sitting around by myself. It makes me either feel like a loser, a failure, or that I’m just missing out on lots of potential fun. I’d rather be busy.

So, I go out a lot. Band practice, piano bar, pirate party, jell-o shot party, drive-ins, dvds at the command center, Rudy’s, SNWMF, The Soul Captives playing, Maldroid playing, The Phenomenauts playing, and on, and on.

Then, when I finally do get home, exhausted, I fill up a glass of water, sit it next to my new alarm clock, plug my iPod into that new alarm clock, plug in my cell phone, and just as I’m crawling into bed, I slip out of my pants, and socks and leave them there . . . in the pile of other pants and socks that are next to my bed.

When I wake up, I drink some water, climb over the pile of laundry, and drag myself towards the shower, leaving what’s left of the clothes I wore yesterday on top of yet another pile that has come to live under the sink.

So, there’s been a pile of jeans and sox next to the bed, and a pile of underwear and t-shirts under the sink for weeks. Shoes are just about everywhere. And every week or so, I’ve done that one load of subsistence laundry with one pair of jeans, a few t-shirts, some socks, some underwear, and one towel. Then there’s also the overflowing hamper in the closet with all the clothes that I don’t want to wear often enough to be included in my subsistence load.

But even my laziness, craziness, and slovenliness has it’s limits. This morning I find myself with some down time, so I am doing about a metric butt ton of laundry.

Reason #53 Why Living Alone Sucks

I’ve been living alone for almost six months now. I’m still not used to it. Living alone wasn’t really my choice, but I thought it was a temporary situation, so I decided I’d give it a shot. Now I’m here for at least another six months. I’m trying to be OK with it.

Sometimes I like it. I like when I know I could go somewhere else, or when there’s someone I can call or text if I feel lonely. I like having someone out there that I can reach out to, so I don’t feel like I’m in a vortex in this apartment all by myself. Sometimes I feel like I’m going to get trapped in here, and no one will notice. I know, rational, and all.

This afternoon, I’m working from home, and I just saw something that definitely makes it unlikable. I was sitting here, legs crossed, laptop, well, in my lap, and I was actually on the phone with my mom, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw something out the window. I looked up, and there was a man’s head coming up over the gate outside. He popped up over the gate, looked at me, and jumped over and ran down walkway that runs along the side of my apartment. I jumped off the call with my mom, and called the apartment manager immediately. He said he was going to check it out.

I hate living here alone. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

Stay out of my yard, creepazoids!

And where was my attack trained watch squirrel when I needed him???!!!??

Not So Much Today

I didn’t throw the blinds open this morning.   I did crack them a little, though.  I guess I’m just not feeling as empowered this morning.  I had unsettling dreams about someone I’ve been missing, so I woke up feeling lonely.   I’m so tired of being lonely.

Also, I don’t want anyone looking in and seeing the mad scientist hairdo I woke up with today.

Throw Open the Shutters

Normally I’m not much of a open blinds kind of girl.  For one thing, my apartment is right at street level, and my windows are only a few feet from the sidewalk.    With my front window open, anyone walking by can look straight in.   I’m afraid they’ll see my soul.   (hehehehe – I kill me.)   Point being, I don’t usually have the blinds open, because I don’t really want the world looking in at me, and my fifty pairs of shoes scattered throughout the place and the piles of laundry on the window seat that I haven’t put away.  I’m also not much of a morning person, so I want to stay in bed in the dark as long as possible.

This morning, I’m feeling a little different, though.  I don’t really know why, but right after I got up, I felt like opening the windows.  And not just the back window by the kitchen, which has the blinds up the most.   I pulled the blinds up on every single window I got.  And I even opened the windows above the computer as I’m sitting here.

I don’t know what’s gotten into me.   Maybe it’s because I woke up, and my allergies seem to have abated in the night.  Maybe it’s because I got to hang out with the Monkey kids a little bit last night after Cinderella.  Maybe it’s because I told Baby Brother about my latest harebrained idea, and he thought it was pretty cool.  Or maybe it’s because I got to let out some of the yell I have in me last night (more on that later).

Any which way that it is, let the sun shine in, and let ’em look if they’re walking by and want to be nosy.  I’ve got nothing to hide, and nothing to hide from.

Fuck it all.

Just sayin’.