Filed under: Daily Specials | Tags: changes, future, life, random, school, thoughts, writing
This morning’s drink: water.
My professor called me this weekend and told me that she wanted me to be co-editor of our school’s newspaper. Obviously I’m ecstatic. If we didn’t have such a small paper, I’m sure I wouldn’t be as much on the short list, but she told me that, despite my rough edges, she sees me doing great things, so maybe I’m wrong.
This is one of many abrupt and unexpected things to happen this month, and I’m glad to see February winding down. Good or bad news, quick changes mean quick adjustments, and my adaptability is proving a little sluggish with a 24 hour schedule such as this one.
For now, my editorial status is pro-tem, until the current editors graduate in June. But I have a lot of ideas and some hopefully good insights into how to make our paper something that students – maybe even people – actually want to read. I promise I’ll post links once I’ve had the reigns for a little while.
Things have changed a lot since I started this blog in October, and apparently they have only just begun. Stay tuned for what I hope will be some madness, jubilation, and some just plain crazy shite.
Apparently, I’m subconsciously targeting the broadcast department, too.
Filed under: Daily Specials | Tags: deja vu, dreams, life, psychics, random, reporting, school, thoughts, writing
Last night’s drink: Diet Pepsi.
When I was waiting tables at the Jade Garden in Redding, I had a 60-something regular customer who ordered combination noodle soup, and was sort of obsessed with me. Coincidentally, he was also obsessed with astrology, and he took my birthdate, time of birth, and location of birth, and put together – what else – my astrological birth chart. He returned to the restaurant all excited, and talked me up about how my chart was very unique, because of the balance of the planets being shaped like a bowl… yadda yadda yadda.. and that I had psychic tendencies.
Now, part of me thought that, were he right, I would’ve seen all this coming. “You’re not psychic.. you’re just very intuitive,” he continued. Since my intuition was telling me that this guy was trying in some wierd way to get me into bed… I decided that he needed to find a new regular waitress.
The truth is, though, that what he said stuck with me a little – if for no other reason than my extreme bouts of deja vu. My deja vu isn’t such that I think I’ve done something before, but that I know I’ve dreamed about it before. I will have these vivid dreams about doing really benign things – like highlighting the elements of Faulty Emotional Appeal falacies in a a textbook while concurrently listening to George Noory talk to a caller about the mythical creatures he saw eating from his birdfeeder. Then, two-ish years later, I’ll be doing exactly what I’ve dreamed about. It’ll hit me, and I’ll stop for a second and think, “Woah… happened again,” but since the moment only lasts for 10 seconds or so, life goes on.
I don’t take these dreams and subsequent materializations as evidence that I’m psychic, but more that I’m in tune with whatever plan is laid out for me. It isn’t really destiny, just more of a “right” path. I find that when I’m doing what feels really right to me – like going back to school now – these deja vu moments occur more frequently. So far, I’ve had one for each class. I think they are just little affirmations that I’m going the right way. And for someone with a tragically poor sense of direction such as myself, it’s a welcome wierd-out.
Over five years ago, I opted to shirk the path of journalism for a higher purpose, which is how I finally decided to pursue non-governmental organizations in search of a greater good. While my affirmations were there during my time at UCSD, I think the path was right, but in a way that the greek gods, or whomever, were looking down and saying, “You’re getting warmer… warmer.” As I sat in class last night and watched behind the scenes documentaries of reporters at major events over the last decade, I could practically hear those same bodies screaming from above, “You’re hot – you’re white hot!”
This is so what I’m meant to do that it’s almost intimidating. This is finally where I’ll have connections with my professors, and soak up knowledge like a sponge. I know that every step I took to get here was necessary, and the next two years are sort of like my final exam for the prophetic dreams I’ve had. Now is the time to make it all real.
Don’t ask me about 2012, though.
Filed under: Daily Specials | Tags: assholes, broke, coffee, life, optimism, random, school, work, writing
Last night’s drink: Vendange merlot.
You can tell by the steady decline in the quality of my alcohol that I’m still recovering from the financial blows of the holidays. That, and Wells Fargo is a business based on the highest grade of assholes alive. Don’t ever use them. EVER.
Despite having a only a few Washingtons to my name, I’m finding that I already have a lot to keep me occupied until the payday after rent. Thanks to my insider connection with a coffee roaster, I have at least a three-month supply of delicious coffee, which makes me feel better no matter what. I also have a lot of food in my fridge, thanks to the sustaining properties of peanut butter and jelly. I have makeup, nice clothes, and a flat iron, which help me to garner mood-lifiting compliments. I can clean my apartment, and cleanliness is next to godliness. I have full use of my legs, so I can walk to anywhere downtown, in Balboa Park, or bayside, where people watching is at a premium. I have paid my phone, internet and cable bills, so that’s set for a month. I am engulfed in a book that I love, which is the height of satisfaction. But mostly, I just have coffee. Without coffee, I wouldn’t be in the mood to appreciate everything else. Now I just need a friend in the wine business.
I started school at the beginning of this month, so I’ve been writing a lot, just not in here. Jenn said that she missed my blog, and I really appreciate that. The funny thing is that I’m still getting a lot of hits – mostly from people googling the term “crossdresser” (in reference to my “Pink Swoon” post from October). There are some pretty interesting blogs out there from crossdressers. Some of those might even be just as entertaining without coffee.
Going back to school has renewed my outlook on life, and on myself. I feel accomplished again, and intelligent, and that I truly do have talents and contributions to make to the world. I can overlook the assholes at work, and recognize that they don’t mean anything to me. The light at the end of my current job is not much farther away than the end of December – or June, if I decide to scrap it all and start waiting tables again. Even with the decrease in pay, I have a feeling I’d be happier overall. I’d definitely have more to write about.
In the meantime, though, I’ll keep looking for satisfaction in free activities, such as walking into the nearest Wells Fargo branch and flipping off the personal bankers, one by one.
I mean… watching the birds. With coffee.
