Oh man. Where do I start? Not in that “I have so much going on” kind of start but rather in the “I have nothing to write about so I literally don’t know where to start” kind of start. Almost 5 years ago I came home from Guatemala and found myself in a situation similar to where I’m at now. I had no job and no real plan set. I spent the summer of ’04 sitting at home doing nothing and I absolutely loved it. I didn’t understand how people could get stir crazy and bored. I found it to have the opposite effect. I had all the time in the world to do and go wherever I wanted. Five years later I’m getting stir crazy and bored. So I ask, am I maturing? Am I becoming one of those people that have to be productive? No, I don’t think so. I think the difference is that it’s not summer and Utah is cold.
So this afternoon I decided that I should get out of my apartment so I could at least say that I did this week. Going running (which I’ve been doing everyday except today) doesn’t count because I’m still technically in the complex. Other than being cold, it was a really beautiful day so I thought I would go walking at the park. I blindly threw on some clothes and when I looked in the mirror I thought, “My, my don’t we look spiffy today?” I had all sorts of color combos going on and to top it off I wrapped up in a scarf. Not too odd except I don’t think I’ve ever worn one before, so on me it looked a little out of place. I sat down to put on my shoes and when I got up I thought, “Oh my gosh I’m pregnant!” Yeah, it was the light hoodie underneath my rain jacket that had bunched up when I sat down. Phew! That was a close one. And other than church on Sunday I haven’t worn make up in almost two weeks because honestly, why bother? I now go days without any human contact. At least I haven’t stopped bathing…yet.
And would someone please tell me why every time I walked past the window in the front room I still look out to see if my hottie neighbor is outside or if I can at least see his car. Hello! He moved a couple of months ago…HE’S. NOT. THERE!! Ok, right. Moving on. I get to the park and start walking only to come across a very aggressive dog on my path. He’s going beserk and all I can think of is Clint Eastwood asking me if I feel lucky. No good sir. No, I do not. So I turned around and walked back to my car and left. So much for the walk but at least I had gone outside. I knew if I didn’t head back to my apartment I would find myself at Target and inevitably spend money. They had a great sale not too long ago on their movies, two for $9. How can someone refuse that? And by the way, I know I mention Target a lot in my posts because 1) it’s my favorite store ever and 2) I’m really hoping someone fancy from Target will start sending me gift cards for promoting their awesome store.
I came home, sat down on my couch bed, and looked at my reflection in my TV and thought “man, my life is like a movie. Not an action movie or heaven forbid, a romantic comedy, but one of those quirky Indi films.” You know the kind where the main character is some normal, usually a little quirky character and for an hour and half you get to peer into their little world. Waitress, Juno, Lars and the Real Girl, and Pieces of April are my favorite. I don’t know if those are all Indi films but they have that style to them.
Something is on the horizon I’ll have all of you know. I’m planning on going down to Mesa this next week – for real. I’ve already talked to a few people I know down there, so if nothing else I’ll at least be able to catch up with friends I haven’t seen in forever. I’ve been looking online at apartments in the area and it looks promising. Now all I need is a job… But I’m excited for the trip because it’s a change of scenery if only for a few days and it’s warm down there right now!
I just realized that it’s 6:00 and I’m starving. And I also realized that the only thing I’ve eaten all day are little peppermint patties from a large container I bought at Costco sometime last week. Or maybe it was the week before. I’m off to find some food.
Oh yeah and P.S., Maury Povich should never be watched when you have nothing better to do. Ok, so it should just NEVER be watched. I learned that this week. And I also learned that there are a lot of kids out there who don’t know who their father is because their mom is a slut. And that’s just really, really sad.