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July 28, 2003
totally USA
I am totally not ready to move. I remember what it was like to move last time, and how I thought I had been totally ready, and how when the moving men (my dad and Greg) came to help me Actually Move, it was discovered that I still had a good bit of packing and disassembling to do. Hmm.
I am totally ready to go on a road trip, though. In two weeks, it is Houston Or Bust. I am going to wear a different bikini top and different pair of sunglasses every day, so prepare yourself for some entertaining photos. I am going to get tan lines (a revolting thought) in honor of the good old USA. And I'm going to get fat on barbecued goodies. Stephen and I are hitting some choice spots along the way, among them Dollywood and the Delta Blues Museum. The trip won't be as long as I'd like -- ideally, I'd spend an entire summer touring the states -- but I'm hoping one week of cheap motels and greasy food and the beauty of the south will temporarily satiate me.
I haven't taken any kind of vacation since Christmas, and work is absolute hell lately, so I am very much looking forward to this.
Then, later this year, my dad and I are going to do a North by Northwest trip, in which we'll travel to all the destinations from the movie. That'll be cool, too.
July 15, 2003
can it BE?
Oh yes. The Denmark journal is done, after nearly two years in the making.
July 08, 2003
accidentally
My mother was in a car accident last night. She's okay; bruised and scratched and finding little pieces of glass in her head, but okay. Her car isn't, though. Sounds kind of familiar.
What's strange is this: on the day of my accident, my brother was hit by a car while riding his bike. Yesterday he was in another bike accident. But he's fine, too, for the most part.
I'm in a bad mood so much of the time lately. I don't like it. Too many things are beyond my control.
Have a nice night,
Beth
July 02, 2003
sweet summertime
So, July. Six months of this weird year
have passed. At least it feels like summer, finally. I keep
daydreaming about being in Europe or on a beach. Unlike many,
I've never been on a tropical island vacation. Maybe someday
someone will whisk me away to a remote beach, where I can
drink margaritas and read long books and wear a big hat so
I don't get sunburned. Or maybe just sit under a big umbrella.
But maybe wear the hat too. One with a tie under the chin.
And big sunglasses.
Right now, though, I must:
- move out of my apartment by the end of the month, which
means I have to:
- repaint the bright turquoise bathroom
- pack
- clean
- rent moving truck
- find a job in New York, so I gots to:
- finish my portfolio, to increase my minimal chance of
landing a job in my current field at least marginally
- apply to lots of jobs that I'll never hear from (this
is pretty much how it is right now)
- replace 2 bent hubcaps on car I'm borrowing, since someone
tried to steal them
- have a few drinks after paying for my car repairs, if
I ever get my car back
- try not to spend money on having fun or clothing
- complete a number of outside projects:
- painting for friend's wedding anniversary
- web site for friend of coworker of friend
- web site for former coworker
- think positive (my current mantra is "it could be
worse" — but sometimes I start thinking of all
the ways it could be worse and get scared, knowing that
some of my fears are real possibilities)
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