I think the nicest thing Dana said to me last night when visiting the new place was "It looks like you."

"oh these creatures and their love"

It's good to be a twenty-four year old uncommitted girl. Uncommitted to anything besides my apartment anyway. For the love of the apartment (with the hardwood floors, big windows, huge bathtub, in the lovely neighborhood) I have committed to at least a year of habitation. Which means that in a couple of months I must find something to support my committment - a job. I work now, but not in the actually getting paid for my forty hours a week sort of sense. This I'll worry about more later.
But while my friends are considering cohabitation and engagements I am still trying to figure out whether or not I can drill into my walls to affix shelving, if I should really get a step stool to reach the top shelves in my kitchen, what art/picture I could hang over my bed, whether my neighbors are aware/bothered by all the noises coming out of my apartment, and if that guy with the black lab down the hall is actually attractive or if he's just really old and I only see him in the not well lit hallway and because he has a dog with him I've imagined that he's hot. Oh I don't know how I get through my days and nights with these pressing issues.

For now I will worry about kickball. What night of the week it should change to - the responses seem to be leaning towards Mondays and Wednesdays.

Oh, and I've been dreaming about puppies again. It's at least comforting to me to be dreaming about puppies instead of babies. I know that I'm not either responsible or ready for either of them, but I'd rather be having the puppy dreams.

In real news:
*This weekend jilianlove will be down from the great boring north for a little book clubbing and general hanging out in the cities.
*I'm looking forward to attending the U.S. Conference on Democratic Workplaces next Monday and Wednesday. (unfortunately I am unable to attend on Tuesday because of a training that we're hosting at the Hill House)
*I'm having happy hour at rock rock rock tonight with some of my girl type friends. $5 for a beer and a burger... (veg burgers included!!)
*Next Tuesday evening is Voltage: Fashion Amplified at First Ave featuring my favorite new band Coach Said Not To!

Maybe I’m in love with myself and that’s what keeps me from finding someone to share my love with.



Before it explodes.



The love that is.

Why am I not inspired to be writing?
It’s the laziness.
I felt it last night.
No I didn’t.
I was going to call people that I hadn’t talked to in a while… but then decided not to waste more of my daytime minutes and wait until 9.
By nine I figured most people didn’t want to be called?
I read instead.
It’s a book – paper back novel – by Agatha Christie – one of my favorite writers, featuring the splendid little Belgian detective Hercule Poirot. There is a murder to be solved. I’m half way through the book. Will most likely finish the second half tonight. The host of a party who liked to dress as Mephistopheles was killed while his guests were playing bridge. Who did it!? Can she write the word Mephistopheles one more time? Or make one more reference to what a character the host was? He lived dangerously, was a collector, of many things… including… murderers.
Dun Dun Duhnnnnn!
Oh and I baked cookies too. Not too complicated since they came from a box (which I might add is very unusual for me.) I brought them to work today and labeled the clear plastic container "Cookies are for sharing!" They'll most likely be gone by the time I leave work today.
Now here I am at work. Just finished my latest project. Waiting for lunch and walking. Wondering where last evening went and why I didn’t do more. Why haven’t I been doing more while I’m at home. I have all this time, this space, this freedom and I just want to lie around in bed. Dreaming.

This morning I'm early to work and listening to Dancing Queen on Radio K.
Last night I was terrified. Just a little while after my parents left(They stopped by on their way to their hotel out by the airport. They're going to Rochester today for my Dad's appointment.), around 11pm, I started hearing noises like people pounding on something and then breaking glass. I had never heard this noise before, but from what I could decifer it sounded like people breaking car windows. So I sat there in the middle of my bed. Then I went to the windows to try and see if I could figure out if I was just freaking myself out or if this was really happening. I couldn't see anything. Although I feel very safe for my person in the new apartment I'm always a little n

This morning I'm early to work and listening to Dancing Queen on Radio K.
Last night I was terrified. Just a little while after my parents left(They stopped by on their way to their hotel out by the airport. They're going to Rochester today for my Dad's appointment.), around 11pm, I started hearing noises like people pounding on something and then breaking glass. I had never heard this noise before, but from what I could decifer it sounded like people breaking car windows. So I sat there in the middle of my bed. Then I went to the windows to try and see if I could figure out if I was just freaking myself out or if this was really happening. I couldn't see anything. Although I feel very safe for my person in the new apartment I'm always a little nervous about my car. Its been broken into twice and neither time anything was stolen - because there is never anything valuable in my car!! Both of the times that it was broken into before were within a couple months of each other and not far from where I live currently. In fact the second time it was just a couple blocks down from my current apartment. Anyway. I realize that this is a risk that I take with my car. Finally I convinced myself around midnight that since I wasn't going to do anything I should just go to bed. I woke up early this morning and it was raining. Usually I love the rain, but this morning I was filled with dread that now my car might not only have a broken window, but drenched seats. I couldn't decided whether I should run out to the car before getting dressed for work so I could call the insurance people right away or if I should just get ready for work. I got ready for work. Showered quick, put some lunch together, got my umbrella and went out to my car. All along the block on the way there (where I swear these glass breaking sounds were coming from) I didn't see any signs of break ins. There was no glass on the street or sidewalk and no noticable dome lights on. My car was fine as well. Nothing amiss.
I hope that I was just imaging things - or misplacing sounds. Either way. I'm fine again. And now I can enjoy the rain and the fact that I got to work super early.

new template... links disappearing... frantic and excited...

i remember being in north carolina... outer banks... listening to tosh and the dead... that was the best vacation ever... swimming, watching the boys surf, late night/morning runs to the food lion, middle of the night jam sessions at the storage locker, falling asleep after watching the sunrise on the beach, sand in my sheets, riding around in the green and white vw bus, and the pot green talon...

new york times reporting on the new generation of gardeners.
i found it interesting that the title references the blog generation and yet starts and seems to focus on Ready Made Magazine (which is neither gardening focused or a blog) and something that has been rather hit and miss in the past, but i think with its growth in popularity has been steadily getting better. I'm a big fan of the d.i.y. stuff and challenges that they have in each issue. They barely mention You Grow Girl which is a site I was lead to back when i read Bonnie Burton's site . The personal gardening blogs are always fun to read. Also good for getting tips. I still have yet to get the shirt that they sell on the site which I love. It simply says - garden hoe. As a girl who grew up gardening plots much bigger than my house ever was I've always tried to maintain a healthy indoor plant population since moving to the big city. At the last apartment my friends would constantly comment on my "little jungle" that I had growing on a couple of end tables in front of the south window. In this new apartment I've been able to spread the plants out a little bit more which gives a little variety to the apartment and ensures fresh air everywhere you turn.
Also - plans for this summer are to add three fresh eating plants - cilantro, basil, and mint.

notes...
- appeared to be husky night at the dog park last night. a woman who was leaving with her dog told us (we were standing outside the park leaning against the fence) that "only the dogs need off leash permits, we were free to go in without" it was sweet of her, but i still would feel wierd going in there without a dog of my own.
- kick ball starts next friday.
- its raining right now.
- i've eaten dinner at my new place TWICE since moving in officially last monday. i'm thinking that needs to change soon.
- listening to rufus wainwright "want one" today. his reedy voice is not grating instead rather pleasant and this cd seems to match my mood and the weather today.