Monday, August 21, 2006
you guys!
i am so sorry!
thirty is great!
the blog is not dying. it's more difficult now, but the future won't be as difficult as it's been for the last two weeks. birthday, wedding, class, gah. too much bizness.
birthday: it was magnificent. in a pretty low-key way that is appropriate for someone who is fighting her way through school and also getting married later and so doubly poor and uninterested in planning another large thing. everyone met at the back room for drinks the day of, and then the next day i finished my application for ADS's performance composition class and was swept away by the monkey to a guest house in the village and a day of bike riding on fire island.
(you cannot actually take your bike on that ferry. we felt like dorks.)
i guess there's no way i could have suspected that this milestone birthday would hit just as i was feeling pretty much the best i ever have in my entire life. i don't mean that school doesn't freak me out (i'm in a difficult class right now and feel like either the Dumb Girl or the Only One Who Admits Dumbness, if there's even a difference) or i don't have generalized anxiety or occasional issues, but:
lots of what i have to say from inside sounds like a bad pop song, and while the pulitzer people may never care to hear it, inside my body it's like the morning good-sound birds suddenly turned it up to eleven.
also, i have to tell you that this exists. they're looking for an administrative assistant, even. all i can think is that there must be people who work there who thought "i'd like to work in the arts" could never mean this and not be a joke.
thirty is great!
the blog is not dying. it's more difficult now, but the future won't be as difficult as it's been for the last two weeks. birthday, wedding, class, gah. too much bizness.
birthday: it was magnificent. in a pretty low-key way that is appropriate for someone who is fighting her way through school and also getting married later and so doubly poor and uninterested in planning another large thing. everyone met at the back room for drinks the day of, and then the next day i finished my application for ADS's performance composition class and was swept away by the monkey to a guest house in the village and a day of bike riding on fire island.
(you cannot actually take your bike on that ferry. we felt like dorks.)
i guess there's no way i could have suspected that this milestone birthday would hit just as i was feeling pretty much the best i ever have in my entire life. i don't mean that school doesn't freak me out (i'm in a difficult class right now and feel like either the Dumb Girl or the Only One Who Admits Dumbness, if there's even a difference) or i don't have generalized anxiety or occasional issues, but:
lots of what i have to say from inside sounds like a bad pop song, and while the pulitzer people may never care to hear it, inside my body it's like the morning good-sound birds suddenly turned it up to eleven.
also, i have to tell you that this exists. they're looking for an administrative assistant, even. all i can think is that there must be people who work there who thought "i'd like to work in the arts" could never mean this and not be a joke.
