I’ve come tonight, I’ve come to know…

…the way we are, the way we’ll go…

In the interests of prodding myself into blogging (and thus into writing in general) I’m posting that survey I was so impressed with a post or two ago. Enjoy! And repeat. And then tell me about it so I can read all about you, too.

1.I’ve come to realize that my body…is probably in both better and worse shape than I think it is.

2. I’ve come to realize that my job…is much more than that.

3. I’ve come to realize that when I’m driving..must have music. Frankly, almost anything I do must be accompanied by music, but driving absolutely demands it, else I’ll be incredibly bored and probably cause a horrific interstate pile up. I sing show tunes a lot when I drive.

4. I’ve come to realize that I need…only about half the things I really want.

5. I’ve come to realize that I have lost….nothing that I cannot live without. Not to say I won’t miss things, but…

6. I have come to realize that when I am drunk…ok, you know, I’ve never actually been drunk. I’ve been tipsy; I get either very amorous or very sleepy. I expect drunk would be more of the same.

7. I have come to realize that my health…is something to pay daily attention to. “Young” and “old” don’t matter. “Healthy” and”unhealthy” do.

8. I’ve come to realize that money…will always be in short supply, no matter how much you actually have. Best learn to make do, yes?

9. I’ve come to realize that certain people…contain lifetimes of inspiration.

10. I’ve come to realize that I’ll always…question.

11. I’ve come to realize that my mom…is the most amazing person I know.

12. I’ve come to realize that my cell phone…is a vital tool. And a leash. But mostly that first one.

13. I’ve come to realize that when I woke up this morning…I really had to pee. (Yeah. Sorry. I’m rarely brilliant or insightful before noon, unless I have to teach.)

14. I’ve come to realize that last night before I went to sleep…I was alone, and ok with that.

15. I’ve come to realize that right now I am thinking…that my ipod is dying.

16. I’ve come to realize that my dad…is as irrelevant as I always suspected.

17. I’ve come to realize that when I get on Facebook…I feel a little more connected. Though perhaps this is illusion.

18. I’ve come to realize that today…was one of those days where nothing goes quite right. This is what comes, sometimes, of obligating yourself to others. This is what, comes, sometimes, of being alive.

19. I’ve come to realize that tonight…will be vintage horror movie awesomeness.

20. I’ve come to realize that tomorrow…I really need to clean the bathroom. Seriously, it won’t clean itself. I keep asking, but my bathroom is unreasonable.

21. I’ve come to realize that I really want to…get a PhD. Because having done the work for an MA already…even though an MFA would be different and challenging, I feel th need to push myself that much further. And really, Dr.Wakefield sounds so much cooler than Ashley Wakefield, MFA.

22. I’ve come to realize that the person who is most likely to repost this is…is reading it now. 🙂

23. I’ve come to realize that in life…”one has to face a huge assortment of nauseating fads and good advice.”- that show tunes habit telling on me again. Oh, Aida.

24. I’ve come to realize that this weekend…has been, so far, more productive than I thought it had.

25. I’ve realized the best music to listen to when I am upset…..is the Ramones. I also listen to them when I’m happy. Ramones, multi-mood msuic.

26. I’ve come to realize that my friends…are very precious.

27. I’ve come to realize that this year….is change. Whether I want it or not. And really? I do.

28. I’ve come to realize that all my ex friends…are in that category with good reason.

29. I’ve come to realize maybe I should…leap. The results are generally good. I mean, I’m good with the looking before and all, but leaping. That’s where it’s at.

30. I’ve come to realize that I love…words. Really? Really.

31. I’ve come to realize that I don’t understand…delibrate cruelty.

32. I’ve come to realize my past…is what got me here. And I like here. There are bits of my past that make me cringe; I think I’d change some if I could. But they did get me here, and that counts for a lot.

33. I’ve come to realize that parties…are fun! I spent so long being not really a fan, thank of parties. This year seems to be about discovering my inner extrovert. (Is that a contradiction? Oh, well, so am I.)

34. I’ve come to realize that I’m totally terrified…of being utterly rejected by phd programs my first time aound. I actually try not to think about the possibility that much. Also, I’m afraid of rheumatoid arthiritis. It’s low on the list of things tht maybe-possibly-could-be wrong with me, but I’ve seen what RA does to hands. I need my hands. I need to write and sew and knit. Can you knit with your feet?

35. I’ve come to realize that my life…will only ever be what I make it be.


anairdna recommended the book The Anti 9-to-5 Guide by Michelle Goldman a few weeks ago; I’m waiting till I can get to the library to renew my card to snag a copy, but in the meantime, I found this excerpt online:

If you’ve got half a brain, you’ll find those “What Type of Job Is Right for Me?” quizzes on the web about as useful as your weekly horoscope. How you really feel about sharing a four-by-six-foot space with a hygienically challenged, socially stunted coworker usually has zilch to do with the meager multiple-choice options these tests offer. Yes, you may get affirmation that you like to help people, work with power tools, or swing from a trapeze, but you’ll still need to research and test-drive any new career you’re thinking of pursuing.

“‘What are your values?’ seems to me a much more important question,” says peer counsellor Kirsten Johnson.

And to that end, she offers up a little questionaire of things to think about, if you aren’t sure what your values really are or where they might lead you.

And so, in the interests of insight and self-knowledge…

out in the wash

My head is still spinning, but I can breathe the air.

In celebration,

This one’s from RainbowWisher:

“Once you are tagged you MUST write a blog entry about your 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next six people to be tagged and list their names.”

I’m not one for tagging people; meme at your own voluntary risk.

1. I am a compulsive singer. If there’s a song/commercial jingle/any musical piece with words on that I know, I simply must sing it. Or hum it. Or mouth the words. I just have to.

2. I talk to myself. I hold conversations (sometimes with myself, sometimes imagining what other people would say) in my head, and occasionally they make it out of my mouth. It is incredibly embarrassing when that happens.

3. I talk to animals. I get this from my mother, who does it also. And I don’t mean, I talk to my pets, or make little noises at cute animals, I mean..well, here’s an example: We had this huge problem with Japanese beatles in our yard one year. We were changing beetle traps twice a day, the things were full and bulging. And they were eating our tomatoes. So one day my mom finds one on our porch and talks to it. “Ok, beetle. I’m sick of having to clean all these traps, and i’d like to eat at least one of my tomatoes. If you’ll stay out of my garden, I’ll stop putting up traps.” So she did. And we haven’t really had problems with the beetles since, though our neighbours are still changing beetle traps all the time.  She does the same thing with spiders…so I started doing that with the lady bugs who invaded my room.  And maybe it’s all psychological somehow, but I don’t have lady bugs on my windowsill anymore.

4. I hate breaking a silence. If I know the only sound in a room is going to be one I have to make, my heart rate soars and get a little sick to my stomach and I have to work very hard to control my breathing. This even happens when I’m alone.

5. When I cook, I can’t leave the kitchen till everything is clean. I don’t care if I’m starving and just made myself lunch, I won’t be able to enjoy if I know I have to clean the kitchen when I finish. This is made worse by the fact that I hate washing dishes. Over time, I’ve become very efficient at making as little a mess as possible and cleaning as I go.

6. I tend to space out when I’m talking on the phone. (To anyone who talks to me on the phone, I am so sorry if this happens.) I think it’s because my hands have nothing to do. My hands are perpetually in motion, otherwise.

And this one from pktheater
“Name five items or services with which you could be bribed. Money is the obvious example. After your answers ‘tag’ at least five people so that this will spread like a stinky wildfire.”

Again with the lack of tagging. But if you’re reading this, I’d be interested in seeing your answers.

You know, generally, just asking works. I don’t mind doing things for people. But if you really want to repay me…

1. Backrubs

2. To steal an answer from the person I stole the meme from, “Neat but Simple Gifts….Something small, something that fits your personality or my interests is nice.” For Christmas this year, someone gave me a big box of fabric scraps, ribbon, glitter, feathers…all kinds of craft stuff. For my birthday, I got bubblebath and glitter. (And once, glittery bubble bath!)

3. Strawberries. My favourite fruit. Good whole, good sliced, good with ice cream and cake, great in a daquairi, best with dark chocoalte fondue.

4. I love the opera. I rarely get to go. Enough said?  I don’t mind going alone, but going with a friend is better.

5. Flowers. A dozen roses, or a single gerber daisy, it’s equally special in my eyes. (Although I’m partial to lilies.) I love flowers, and I love getting flowers. I still have every flower I’ve ever been given, in one form or another.