Saturday, June 20, 2009

I question the Nutritional value of my Diet

Campbell's soup... Condensed. Questionable. Questionable and hot. Hot hot hot... Too hot for a day like this. Canned soup, cereal... yesterday I had a potato, and I don't know if potatoes are nutritious. Ice cream... um... more cereal... I did have a bunch of carrots yesterday. They must be good.

I am dehydrated. Because I am dehydrated, I am crabby... And because I am crabby, I am too prissy to drink water that has not been refrigerated... and because I have not drunk water, I am dehydrated.

I went into this blog with plan... I no longer have that plan.

Well. Today is Saturday. The sun is shining brilliantly, and outside looks marvelous. It is probably cooler out there than it is in here, but I lack the ambition to move. So I sit in my room, with a fan, and Pandora set on Beethoven Radio. I thought I wanted Angsty Punk rock radio, but that was before I opened Pandora. It was already on Beethoven radio, and then I realized that angsty punk rock would probably not bode well on my dehydrated state of snippy.

Maybe after I get water.

I think Fred is in Chicago.

I woke up this morning a bit before 10. Marrta's home again. I checked my Augnet, and discovered that the book Visser ordered for me when I was at Hamline came in already, so I went to the library to get it. V for Vendetta. I have already read a lot, and I may finish this weekend, if not today. So far it is already creeping in amongst my favorites.

Then I cleaned. It was not fun, but it is nice.

Now, I wait in the heat until 6. At that time I will begin my walk to the train station to get to Down town for Alan's birthday.

This day is not like other days... It feels off. I like it.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

This month I learned...

After scrambling to cover my tail, I here by resolve to be financially responsible. You know that "Transaction Register" they give you with your check book? I am going to USE it. Even when I use my check CARD. I know it's a wild prospect, but it will be good to me. It's not even noon yet, and I already feel like I accomplished enough for the day... So that means I can draw pictures, and play my trumpet, free of guilt before I go in to WORK TRAINING!

Gee Whiz... Life sure is coming together. It only took me ... a little more than a month of summer apartment living to figure it out. Let's reflect on what I have learned:

  • I have learned how to do my dishes after I make them dirty
  • I have learned how to live with people without conflict, and only a little awkward
  • I have learned what it really is like to have NO money
  • I have learned how to apply for real jobs, with real applications
  • I have learned that I can not be a political canvasser, even if it means my rent is paid
  • I have learned how wonderful it feels to be EMPLOYED
  • I have learned the importance of being financially responsible
Most of my lessons in this blog are financial, but that is important. One of those big deals they always talk about in college prep seminars. Again, I am glad my parents raised me the way they did. I am glad that I am learning these lessons on my own, as Lily Morris. Lots of things are making sense.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

No clever titles today

I love coming on to the welcome page and seeing that even though it's summer, Auggie Bloggers keep on posting!

I guess it becomes habit.

I had a fun day yesterday. After reading a chapter of Watchmen (I am SO close to being finished) I finally went out to our garden plot and had a look. While most of the plots are all nice, square and filled with yummy compost, our plot is an open spot of dirt. Packed dirt. I went at it with a hoe yesterday until I realized that my efforts were futile. When Fred gets back today, he can use a shovel and really make it functional. Perhaps I can wear real shoes and use a shovel too! Then we can haul some compost, and PLANT THINGS! It would be great to get them in before I go to Michigan.

By the time I gave up in the garden I had blisters on each of my hands.

Earlier, I had texted Ali in an attempt to play some tennis, but she had a class and couldn't. So I consorted the enemy.

Though it is Ali and my quest to challenge and defeat the team of Smith-Stanhill in doubles... I contacted Colin, and he was more than willing to play. We must have played for about an hour, without keeping track of score or anything. I am pretty bad because I haven't played in a very long time. I will get better though.

Today I am sore.

After tennis, I made myself a small dinner. Colin called me and invited me to dinner with him and Fred at his dad's house. Keith Stanhill is a great cook and awesome person. I have only had the opportunity to spend time with him 3 times, and now he's moving to Arizona. I am not the only one who is going to miss him a lot though.

While Colin and I waited for Fred to get off of work, we wandered around outside, and wished we had a scrabble board. Then I accidently exploded a water balloon on Kathleen. Oops.

So yesterday was full and wonderful. Today I get to play tennis with Ali for real! And then I have a job interview at the mall. Cross your fingers. When I get back, Marrta and I are going grocery shopping, and then we're going to a war protest on Lake Street.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

More unemployment. More Free time...

Another day... this time it is morning, and I am sitting alone in the dark. Again. Disinterested? My options really are endless, but my motivation is waning.

1) Read the last three chapters of Watchmen
Write about it in my Book Lust Journal
2) Read a chapter or so in The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, because it's good
3) Go to the bookstore and buy colored pencils so I can draw a picture of something pretty
4) Do Laundry
5) Organize the top of my dresser
6) Write a letter
7) Go for a walk
8) Take some pictures.

Actually... This inspires me to cross something off of my Summer list.

Which I can't find... Oh well. Later.

Soon. I will accomplish something.

For now... I am going to get dressed.

Monday, June 1, 2009

The Auggie Days of Summer

Well Summer, you have arrived. With calendars reading "June First" there is no doubting your prescence. I am full of youth, and jubilance in the best possible season... and I am sitting in my pjs... alone... blogging at 7 in the evening.

I might eat a salad, but I know it's just boredom hunger. I will do my best to resist a box of macaroni and cheese. Today alone I have already killed a box of cereal and treated myself to a Pandabowl at lunch. Ah yes... Summer.

Kathleen's at work, Marrta has friends, Anna is sick and Lily... is suffering from boredom hunger. Really? Is that all my life is about? Read a book... draw a picture... stop whining!

Anyway... I have been pretty... sorta... busy in my job hunt. I have to be else I continue to face the scrutiny and judgment of my hard working room mates. Maybe they aren't actually judging me, but I still feel like a bum. Plus, having a job will not only put money in my empty pockets and bank accounts, but it will get me OUT OF THIS PLACE. I am still in the dissonant move in phase. I don't belong here. I am not welcome. I am an intruder and a hindrance. Mostly, I know that much of this is all in my head, but none the less, it is still an issue.

At night as I fall asleep, I dream of having my own apartment. Living ALONE and reclusive. Ah Yes! The glory of it! My own food, my own piles of laundry and dirty dishes, my own time, my own SPACE to do with whatever the hell I please. Mine.

The power to choose who visits for how long. Friends for Friend's sake! My own bloody life.

Of course, this dream is probably not realistic for a few more years. If I am lucky, I can get a studio apartment in Luther when I am a senior. After that, I am going to be poor and will probably have to shack up with room mates anyway... My plight is futile.

It will be better when I have a job. There are a lot of custodial positions available at Nickelodeon Universe, and on Wednesday, I have an interview for one of them. Both Marrta and Kathleen said something along the lines of, "Eeew," but I think it would be wonderful. Certainly not as fun and interactive as a ride attendant or something, but possibly perfect for me and my current interpersonal mood. (Thankyou Fund for the Public Interest for ruining me). I will have my job, and my tasks, which I will do, and get paid! Hooray! Minimal human contact. PLUS, I would get to go on rides for free when I wasn't working, and get something like 30% off at Caribou. As long as I don't have to clean up that much puke, it's ideal.

So... I thought canvassing would be ideal. Oops.

My name is also in at Seward Co-op, which would be close and hip, and if all else fails, my dad will hire me to do shop work for a couple weeks. I will prevail.

I hope to resist this Mac and Cheese urge a bit longer. Then I hope that Colin will rescue from my boredom with the wherabouts of a MOVIE NIGHT! HAHAHAHAHA!