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Monday, December 19, 2005

light

Luckily, it is time for Christmas! Soon I will be home with dear friends, having our 5th annual Christmas Eve Eve sleepover, eating so much food we explode and giggling just as much. I can hang out with my sisters and my parents in all of our craziness on the farm, waiting for snow (ha) and Santa and GOOD FOOD! I miss the good food. And I can sleep and read and be free of responsibility. Ah, what dreams may come...I look forward.

Say it like you mean it

It's been a long week in DC. Apparently, everyone and their brother decided to plan an outing, have a party, or invite me to go out this week. (Wow, what a hard life, Lark--I know I know.) But I've gone out for the last 5 nights, I'm tired ("my hair is tired--where IS he?!). The highlights:
  • I met a cute pilot boy who likes the outdoors and hates Walmart.
  • I was accosted by a serial spitter, who thought he'd ask for my number after running his hand down my arm and slapping me on the butt. Um NO.
  • There was good music from a live band at the social justice party (but see above).
  • I went to see The Family Stone with Rachel--lots of storylines, great realistic acting, nice hot boys. Yay for movies, escapes into another life.
  • We thought we found a house.
  • I ate Ethiopian food with FUDC.
  • Evil in Heaven and Hell. Another weird boy...tries to offer me his drink. Three times. Um NO.
  • Christmas party with FUDC. Good to see some friends I hadn't seen in a while. And mostly just awkward because they made the fatal error: turned on a movie at a party.
  • Someone stole our house. Um NO.

So anyway, the point of this blog, at least when I started it. I've met a lot of people and hung out with a lot of people lately and none of them seem to really know me. So we can get as far as "what do you do," "how do you like DC," "where do you live," but it's really hard to get any farther. I want to have a real conversation with someone. Someone who knows me or really wants to know me and can say what they mean so I can mean what I say. Perhaps I should.

I feel like I've written this all before. Please excuse the repetition of my life. I don't mean to talk around in circles. Thus the problem. I don't even know if I mean what I say.

Friday, December 09, 2005

Tell the truth but tell it slant

In case you weren't taking notes, it has snowed here twice in the past week. That's almost more snow events than I'm used to having in a whole winter at home! Snow used to be really exciting--the transformation of a once-familiar landscape with crystalized water, the anticipation of a day off from school, the mad rush to the grocery store for bread and milk. Now, there's still the transformation and the mad rushes (though I thought I'd left that overreaction behind in SC), but there's no chance of a day off work. They just expect you to be able to show up. That, or you have to "work from home." What a concept! I haven't tried it much yet, but I can't imagine it to be all that productive.

I mean, seriously, what is it with these people expecting me to show up for work every single day? Seems like a pretty obsessive sort of expectation to me. And overly obsessive people and things generally aren't much fun. So maybe I'll write the president of ERG a little note "Dear David Meyers, I have decided that it is in the best interest of this company that you adjust our current schedule to reflect these findings: 'obsessive people and things generally aren't much fun.'"

I am sure this will work. I can add a few doctored bar graphs and pie charts, skew some data in my favor, and make a very convincing proposal. Indeed, isn't this what real life is all about anyway? It's all about the slant, the angle.

For instance, some people see holiday office parties as unpaid overtime. Other people see it as a nice chance to observe (and join) coworkers making fools of themselves on the dance floor (that'd be me). Either way, you are right. And either way you'll be wrong. Depending on who's reading. Who's reading?

But it's not that bad, really. Although real world hours kinda suck, I feel like my job situation is slowly improving . I'm learning and doing and meeting and writing and experiencing all the time. As un-glamourous as I may feel about it, it will do for now.

Hold fast to dreams...

Sleet

I looked up.
I looked up and there were diamonds--
There were diamonds falling from the sky.

I looked up.
And I wanted them to touch me.
I wanted them to touch me and break me and scar me and take me away.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

What do you believe?

This question has plagued me for a long time in my life (as though I am ancient and suddenly conemplative). Strangely, I've never challenged myself enough to actually answer it--out of laziness or fear, I'm not sure which. Now that I'm meeting lots of new people from different backgrounds, who hold different beliefs or similar beliefs or no beliefs, I've tried to start thinking again about what it is I can say for myself. This (incomplete) list is taken from one of my journal entries about a month ago, that I happened to flip open to tonight.

  • I believe in secrets.
  • I believe in whispering deep thoughts that could hurt.
  • I believe in the pleasure of writing words in pen. In pencil.
  • I believe in music that talks to me.
  • I believe in dreams.
  • I believe in thoughts to myself.
  • I believe in knowing more than I say.
  • I believe in not feeling obligated (but I don't practice this belief).
  • I believe that where and how I find meaning doesn't have to make sense.
  • I believe that something is larger than life, than me, than the world.
  • I believe in not making anything larger than life.
  • I believe in being good to people.
  • I believe in the importance/insanity of family.
  • I believe in making a few good friends. And many, many friends.
  • I believe in taking a stand (perhaps another non-practiced belief, not sure yet).
  • I believe in morals "but not really." Haha.
  • I believe in what you believe.
  • I believe in chill bumps and dreamy eyes.
  • I believe in nature and green spaces.
  • I believe in wandering and wondering.
  • I believe in the stars and the universe.
  • I believe in doing whatever you wanna do, gosh!
  • I believe in the act of believing.
  • I believe in not believing.
  • I believe in not.
  • I believe in not knowing all the answers.
  • I believe that everything changes.
  • I believe in the evilness of repeating mistakes.
  • I believe in the inevitability of repeating mistakes.
  • I believe that he waits.

I believe it is time for me to sleep.