Where have I been? I’ve been neglecting my precious little blog, I know. However, I’ve been busy, you know, living my life away from the computer. Thanks to antidepressants, a new lovelife, a sick mom, and a concerted effort to get my thesis proposal out of my hands and to my defense committee, I haven’t had the time to bemoan the past–I’ve gotten the chance to look toward the future and it looks a lot better than my usual pessimistic self will allow. I’ve even learned some important stuff that I will share with you as quick as possible because I have to get back to working on my thesis:
1. I’m an adult, for real. My mom was really sick a few months ago, and I took care of her. Yeah, it was so stressful, but for the first time ever, I actually felt like I could do anything, that I could deal with anything that came my way and could greet it with a modicum of grace and purpose.
2. Living with a good friend, a dog, and a cat beats living alone. And its been remarkably good for my mental health. I hardly ever want to tear down the walls anymore. Now that I live with my friend, Phil (and fellow top paper prize winner), his dog Louie, and my cat, Sid Vicious, I seem to enjoy my every day life. Perhaps I’m not so damned lonely anymore.
3. Having a boyfriend is good, but having one who actually gets you is nicer. Enough said. I try to avoid sentimental shit.
4. I’m ambivalent about Sarah Palin. I want to support all women in politics because we are so, so underrepresented. However, she is the dumbest thing I have ever encountered and a little piece of me dies every time she opens her mouth. Yet, her coverage is predictably gendered and biased. Fuck Sarah Palin for making me feel so torn.
5. I am a fan of sweat pants. I lived in sweat pants when my mom was in the hospital and fuck it, they are comfortable and I completely understand why people wear them all the time. I want to wear them all the time. I look forward to changing into them at the end of the day. Sometimes I even wear them in public. Don’t hate.
6. Boxed wine is a perfectly acceptable form of libation. As a matter of fact, I’m drinking it right now. I never wanted it to be this way, the wine snob that I am, but the economy sucks, I’m broke, and you get more in a box than you do in a bottle. So what if it tastes like grape juice? At least I can still get drunk.
