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The Blood Moon

15 Apr

I watched last night’s much hyped “Blood Moon” in two phases. I don’t understand the science behind the Blood Moon or why they even called it that – it was more like the “Rust That Grows On Your Bicycle If You Leave It In The Garage Too Long Moon.” Despite not particularly understanding how or why the Blood Moon exists, the entire internet said that it was something that happened rarely. I was pretty determined to stay up and see it. I am tired of seeing pictures in the morning of the beautiful things that happened while I was asleep.

At around 8:00 PM, I told the Husband we would be watching a lunar eclipse. I even hyped it up, spitting out weird science that probably didn’t make any sense (and was grounded in zero truth), but he was tired and only half listening, so he nodded with his hand up – a sign to shoosh because he and the television were having a moment. He was asleep on the couch by 10. At around 10:52, I poked him and said, “Wake up – we have to go see the moon.” I think he forgot what he agreed to, and he stared at me blankly, lumbered around, put some shoes on, and oafed his way out the door behind me. He was pretty annoyed once he realized we weren’t just going to watch it from the front of our apartment building, but instead, walk to the park three blocks away and watch it from an open field.

If you want to read the rest, goย  here!

Does this count as being published? I hope so ๐Ÿ˜‰

Other Notables

  • As I noted previously, I have been writing a lot more and have started submitting things, both locally and nationally, for publication. Terrified. Rejection is NOT my favorite.
  • Husband is taking me to a fancy dinner at Bertrands at Mister A’s. Fancy food, skyline views. I am getting spoiled ๐Ÿ˜‰
  • Easter brunch is, on average, $49.95 per person out here. I know I said a lot of lovely things above, but kill yourself San Diego.
  • Having a Husband makes you fat.
  • Having a law degree makes you qualified for NOTHING.
  • Dime Stories – a second Friday of the month open mic night at Liberty Station in Point Loma – is an awesome event. I was pleasantly surprised at how awesome all the readers were, and how much I liked something that I normally would have mocked for being “hippie bullshit.” Sometimes, leaving the cynicism at home can do wonders for your night.

That is all for now ๐Ÿ™‚

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I Recognize That I Am Bad At This….

5 Apr

When I started this blog, the intent was to write AT LEAST biweekly. I clearly have not done that, yet here I am, going to try again. With renewed purpose. With more conviction. I am REALLY going to update this more often. For reals.

First and foremost, these promises are 1,000 times less empty because this showed up at my door last week:

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This has made all the difference in my desire to be on the computer because the MacBook Air is an amazing computer to begin with, AND it is better than my piece of crap Sony Vaio that was about 3 years past her prime. RIP pink lady (she was a pink Vaio, obviously). So I am hopeful that now that I have a computer that doesn’t make me want to stab things, I’ll be a lot more motivated to post and creep all across the internet.

Also, a new MacBook Air means I can spend a beautiful Saturday morning at the coffee shop across the street from my apartment with a set-up like this:

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I am living the life of my dreams, on the weekend at least, and OK, that’s a lot of hyperbole because the life of my dreams involves having WAY more money in my checking account. And a ranch of cats, but in a sanitary way, where Animal Police could come and find no issues.

Also, the coffee place that I am talking about is called Krakatoa, and it is adorable and right across the street from my apartment. It basically looks like a large tree hut, and they have a wrap around patio underneath a canopy of trees, and if you ignore the street noise behind you, it almost feels like you are in some exotic island in the Pacific. With good coffee and cheap sandwiches. Anyway, if you are ever in San Diego, it is worth a visit.

As for everything else, this month marks six months that I have lived in San Diego. It has obviously had its ups and downs, the ups outweighing the downs. I really, really like San Diego itself – I can even forgive the fact that everything and everyone here is EXTREMELY slow. Every morning at Starbucks is an exercise in Zen for me, because most of me wants to scream at everyone to stop talking to the barrista, to give the barrista their order, and for the barrista to shake what mama gave them and pour whatever needs to go into the cup FASTER. I’d like to think San Diego is forcing me to become a patient person, but that’s not true. I just seethe on the inside and dig my nails into my thighs until I can almost feel tears in my eyes from the pain. But ya know, I REALLY love everything else. Especially the weather. Oh man, I really like not ever having to deal with temperatures below 60 (generally).

I kind of hate my job, but there is nothing that can be done about that. It is tough doing something that you are insanely overqualified for, and it is hard complaining about it without sounding like a brat. But it sucks. Nature of the relocating beast, I suppose, but I am hoping other things come along.

The guy is doing well – I’ve been forcing him to do all sorts of activities (and eat all sorts of food OBVIOUSLY) around San Diego, and he complains, but he loves it. We also went to Las Vegas in February to go see the Britney Spears show. She was amazing, Las Vegas was whatever. I don’t see the point in a city solely devoted to alcohol and gambling. I get that other people do, and they enjoy that, and I wish them many happy times in Vegas. I, on the other hand, thought it was boring. I think alcohol tastes bad, I’m not rich enough to gamble, and I would rather stick sewing needles into my thigh than pay $40 to get into a club, so that may be my last time in Vegas, unless unforeseen circumstances force me to go again.

When it comes to social life, the guy is essentially my social life. I have made zero friends in San Diego, but I have also tried very little to make friends. It’d be nice to have people to hang out with, and also nice for the hubs to not feel guilty every time he goes out because he knows I have somewhere to go, too, but I am OK with it. I have been kind of a loner weirdo since birth (not really birth, but you get it), and don’t mind hanging out with myself a lot. Even during high school, when one is arguably at their most social, I would spend whole weekends locked in my room because the thought of hanging out with or talking to anyone was exhausting. HOWEVER, I do love my friends back home and miss them very much – it is hard to find people who know and love you as a social weirdo, and still want to be around you any way ๐Ÿ™‚

The guy and I are obviously good. No complaints there, except that he is a slob and sometimes I want to shove the dirty socks he leaves all over the house into his mouth while holding his nose, but I think that’s normal. He actually booked us a trip to Catalina Island at the end of the month, and I am excited. I told him one of my number one priorities while out here (besides becoming a millionaire) was to travel, so I think we are doing well on that front.

I have been doing other stuff on the side, too. I started volunteering for Voices for Children out here to do CASA work. Every one I worked with at the AG’s office back home is going to be like, “what the F?” but I like the idea of doing the kind of work that I used to do without being bound by the rules or bureaucracy of my old bosses. If you are unfamiliar, CASAs basically volunteer to act as legal liaisons between juvenile court and children in the foster system. I haven’t been assigned a kid yet, but I think it’s important to give back, so I think it’s a good way to spend my time. I am cheesy. Whatever.

I also became a member of San Diego Writers Ink, and if you live out here and you love to read or write, you should definitely give it a look: sandiegowriters.org I have been going to a writing group once a week and taking creative writing classes, and I find all of that immensely satisfying. I’ve been writing a ton more on my own (obviously not on here), and it is a nice way to stay sane. I feel a lot less crazy when I am writing things down on the daily, so I highly recommend it for those who have a lot of chatter in their head space.

OK, I think that’s a thorough catching up on the happenings. OH, also, these exist and they have the potential to change your life:

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Chuao is a San Diego-based company (I think), but I am pretty sure you can get these elsewhere. Anyway, this was the maple bacon chocolate bar, and I have also sampled the potato chip bar and the popcorn bar, and they make me feel all sorts of warm and lovely things as I eat them. I don’t even like chocolate that much, and I think these are the shit. I try to pick one up every time I pass the World Market in South Park. If you can’t find them in a store, order them online (there’s a website, probably http://www.chuao.com but that’s just a guess).

And I will end on that ๐Ÿ™‚

 

Insert Title About the New Year

2 Jan

I get that the general idea is that the New Year is all about a “new you” or a fresh start or some set of resolutions designed to make you a better human being, but I don’t buy into all that, so you won’t get any New Year hype from me. I could go into the general rant that I save for my nearest and dearest, about how time is a human construct and doesn’t really matter, but I’ll keep that gem to myself.

Coincidentally, and having nothing to do with a resolution for the new year, I would like to be more consistent about writing on here. I would also like to try and be more personal. Going over my last few posts, I realized it is kind of just an account of “I went here, I ate here, I saw this” which is all well and good – I do some interesting stuff and lord knows I eat a lot of amazing food – but it gets old quickly. I stayed away from the idea of blogging for so long because contrary to my general omnipresence on Facebook, I am kind of private in general. I don’t like discussing my personal life, I most certainly do not like discussing my feelings, and I really don’t like the idea of discussing either of those things on the internet where anybody with technology and a wifi hookup can read all about it. However, I am realizing that the most read blogs, books, articles, whatever, are those that get a little (or a lot) personal. I am going to try and do the same. It won’t be a feelings dump because that’s just not how it is with me, but maybe a little more introspective and a little deeper than “I climbed a mountain today and then ate french toast.”

On a completely different topic, I would like to note that I really hate when I notice that somebody has defriended me on Facebook. Not that I care that somebody has decided that they no longer need my internet friendship, but I just want to be told when and why somebody defriends me. It doesn’t affect my life in any way, except that I am innately curious and start to try and pinpoint what exactly transpired in the moment somebody decided to go to my profile and click “Remove Friend.” Usually these people are people I don’t even like, and am just Facebook friends with because curiosity is a terrible burden and makes you friend people (or accept friend requests) just so you can see the current state of a person’s existence. But still, noticeable defriending has happened to me more than once and it irks me that I’ll never get a reason why – like being dumped unceremoniously without any explanation as to what you did wrong.

If I was in charge of Facebook, I would design it so that every time you defriended someone, a little box pops up and asks you to explain why the defriending needs to occur. Facebook would then send that little tidbit of information (along with a timestamp) to the recently defriended person. I guess some people love the internet so much (myself included) because it allows you to avoid confrontation and live a relatively anonymous existence if you want to – generally, you can’t “defriend” somebody in real life without a little bit of a struggle – but something about the defriending option on Facebook annoys me so much. In general, I never defriend anyone, unless knowledge of their general existence becomes detrimental to my mental health. I feel like people use defriending as a passive-aggressive declaration of dislike. The defriender wants it to be known that something about the defriended bothers them or is unlikeable, but the defriender is too afraid to actually comment an offensive status or a terrible person’s wall with “you’re a jerk and I hate you. Bye.” I hate passive-aggressive anything, so I find defriending sort of insidious in a completely harmless way (if that makes sense).

I actually started thinking about this because (1) I noticed a recent defriending on Facebook and (2) a series of tweets happened between me and a local San Diego real estate figure, wherein the realtor got really upset over a lazy joke I made about an outfit that looked like something realtors wear.

Kim (the other tweeter) attacked me out of nowhere, and essentially called me a terrible human being. I appreciated her open declaration of “hey I hate you and I am defriending you.” I think that’s how it should be done. At least now when I lo0k at my list of twitter followers, and notice that Kim is no longer one of them, I can understand that it is because Kim doesn’t like me and told me so.ย Mystery solved.

That’s about it for today. See, this is what happens when I get personal – the internet gets rants about Facebook and my fear of being defriended.

On a less serious note, the hand choreography from Beyonce’s “Flawless” video is a LOT harder than it looks.

Quickie Post

22 Sep

These are Jell-O Dirt Cups and they are amazing.ย  And there’s Oreo bits in them. And flower sprinkles. Everybody should buy them. I am not paid to endorse Jell-O, I am just very passionate about novelty food items. You can find these by the cheese (or thereabouts) at the grocery store. You’re welcome.

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As for the whole moving thing, that UBox should be packed up and ready to go tomorrow. Then it will take the 12 day journey to San Diego where Sam and whoever is unlucky enough to agree to help him will move all of the stuff out of it into the new apartment, I told Sam we could wait to unload it until I got there, but I didn’t mean it. I don’t want to move anything anymore. I’m tired of moving (for the time being….that’ll change).

Only 2 weeks left at my job and only about 3 weeks until I leave New Jersey, so weird. Also, I should move far away from friends and family more often because everyone is taking me out to eat and paying. My friends are the best.