May 25th, 2011
reliving my youth
“I dress up with a conscience / when I think you’ll be watching / I say all the right things / I don’t know what I mean / … / I am lovely and weak / I am foul when I speak / I am strange when I’m kind / I am frying my mind // Am I / Am I / getting through?”
—Sheryl Crow, Am I Getting Through (Part 1 & 2)
time 1:19 pm feeling cheery wearing crisp white shirt, new gray pants, cool black shoes ready for cooking some beets! next retool headers
Hanging out with Katy was a smashing success! Miss her already. It was really great to hang out just with her, and weirdly it was nice to relive my youth and hang out in Madison, too, ha.
Now I am back in Minneapolis and it’s almost June. Kind of blowing my mind. I know I’ve mentioned I’ve been having a hard time but I definitely have good days so I don’t want to leave that part out. This inspires me though to perhaps reinvigorate my fish-comic of another hard-ish time in my life (spring semester 2004), since that kept me sane and it makes me happy to be able to have concrete evidence of living and not just muddling through those days. Walking man! Comics! REVIVED!
(I really do need to make a comic for real, though. Meant To Be. But for now, just a coping mechanism if it happens. I wonder if this time it will be fish? Have to think. Maybe back to people.)
The weather in this country/world is insane and must be stopped. Seriously. And to be petty, I would really like nice weather this weekend. Is that so much to ask (apparently)?? I want to plant things, dammit. In glorious sun…
I would also like to point out here that the two sections of the paper I always have (well, since I was 15) and continue to read first are (1) the comics (2) the business section. This should be a Sign.
I have a horrible cold that is kicking my ass. I really hope it is gone soon. Not Cool Man. It’s freakin’ MAY. Come on.
Somehow I only have 5 articles left on nytimes for this month though I’ve been judicious. I blame Paul Krugman!
RANDOM MEMORY (thanks Trike):
(I actually remember this) One time my family all went mini golfing at Vitense (much like Katy and I did on Monday, pieow!). It was during the day though. This is when we lived on the near-er West side vs. far West. So we lived near Vitense. ANYWAY. Jenny was just 3 or so. We all looked away for one second and somehow in that one second she managed to fall into the little fake river (2″ deep) and got completely soaked. My Dad had to take her home for a change of clothes. My Mom and I kept playing without them. Then Jenny returned and we got back to business. Though I’d love to know what kind of mini-golfing a 3-year-old can do, anyway.
THE END.