My wife made an air conditioner out of a styrofoam cooler, a little fan, some ice and some duct tape.
At least now we have a better way to keep cool until California decides to stop being so damn hot.
I have been writing for about 13 or so years. I have penned ideas on receipt tape, in journals, on post-it’s, and on other random things. The photo above is a journal I was given in the summer of 2008 right after I graduated high school. I was given this particular gift as a going away present from someone who was not a close friend but knew me well enough to know I would treasure this gift for possibly years after I received it.
I treasure this particular journal for a few reasons. This is the first journal I can remember that has survived long enough to have all of its pages filled. I used it during a crucial time of my life- when I was beginning to come to terms with my sexuality and myself. And this was the journal I wrote in the time I had met my wife.
There are many memories from this single item, and that does not even include all the notes and reflections written inside of it.
So, to the person who gave me this amazing gift- to this day I still treasure it and I appreciate you for that small act of kindness.
Started school this past week and my schedule has become absolute madness. Between home, school, work, writing, and my family, it will be a challenge to keep up with everything going on. I am hoping for good news tomorrow. I find out about a job I interviewed for last week. If not, that’s okay. Looking into management internships since I would like to continue climbing my current career ladder.
You know, until that writing stuff pays off.
Speaking of writing, there is another chapter up at the SRT Archives (thesrtarchives.wordpress.com). There should be a couple more posts to pop up this week, so keep a look out.
I am also doing another side project (for school). It is a blog about trying to self-publish and market my writing. Not sure how successful that will be but depending on how it goes, I will be sure to post a link to that in the near future.
I offered to go overnight at my job to help with the discipline issue that has grown over the past year or so. And to give them another body to do work. Then I was told I would never have the weekend off for the next six or seven months because the other person could coincidentally not work those days anymore.
Because that was not mentioned from the get go.
Life is unfair but it does not always have to be. I honestly think there may be a little discrimination going on because had I requested the weekend off indefinitely, I would have been told no.
Maybe one day everyone will be treated equal at work.
Or maybe not.
But I’m nobody’s bitch, especially at work.
So maybe I won’t go overnight.
Or maybe I’ll get a job somewhere else.
Finally got into my diet officially this week. Day Four- still wanting food like crazy. Doesn’t help where I work sells mostly snack foods and candy. I really want a Coke but it’s super bad for me. And some chocolate. Oh well, I’m just going to sit here and drink my bottle of water until I can click in.
Think skinny, but not too skinny.
Another clue. Another lead.
Another chapter to our witch hunt.
“I have a bad feeling.”
Lauren puts the car in drive and we move away from the curb. “About what?”
The paper crumples between my fingers. “This scavenger hunt.”
A few new posts are up at my other blog.
Let me know if there is a problem with the link.
And the diet begins. Well, healthier living I should say. Anyway, about to go exercise- wish me luck!
Good to know.