Filed under: dear diary | Tags: daily photo project, quarter-life crisis update
i’m still working on the conquering part.
meanwhile i just don’t feel like whining on the internet. i would like to send you letters and postcards, however, so please send me your address if you have not already.
i’m moving into a very cute little apartment tomorrow. besides that i am peeling the mega sunburn i got last weekend and running down your street, again.
so that’s that. oh, and the daily photo project continues, though it only lives on my flickr page now.
ta ta
Filed under: dear diary | Tags: daily photo project x2, sometimes i can't wait till i'm 40
step in my shoes for a day and talk to me then.
sort of. granted, things on my to-do list lately have included: shave legs, reply to emails.
etc.
for now i’m going to go play in the woods or something.
p.s. i’m going to maine with the fam for labor day weekend, and i have a three hour layover in philly. anyone want to come have breakfast with me at like 7 am???
Filed under: dear diary | Tags: daily photo project, unemployed life is awesome
as you can see, it did not involve dropping my iced coffee addiction. but at least there is this.
from the top: sweet apple chicken sausage with spinach and mustard on a whole wheat bun + an apple; roast chicken, granny smith apple, grilled onion, basil, grainy mustard and the standard lettuce/tomato garnish on multigrain + fruit; fried egg with spring mix and marinara sauce on sprouted whole wheat + big ass grapes and a carrot… and MILK FROM A GLASS BOTTLE!
Filed under: dear diary | Tags: daily photo project, I DON'T LIVE IN D.C. ANYMORE!
and will blabber on about other stuff later. but for now, the daily photo project continues…
> From: dad
> Subject: Hi Cat
> To: cat
> Date: Friday, August 1, 2008, 9:07 AM
> Please let me speak from my heart. I think of you so often.
>
> I adore you. I love you. I respect you. I am thrilled for
> you. I believe in
> you.I am happy for you. And most of all, I am glad that you
> are my daughter!
>
> I suspect that this is a big day for you. You are following
> your dream and I
> admire you. Life is short, life comes at you fast, so be
> happy. And after
> all is said and done, only we can make our own dreams come
> true; only we can
> create happiness for ourselves.
> You have always had your plan, and I don’t think Mom or
> I have ever tried to
> change that. I have never worried about you because I know
> you have
> exceedingly good judgement and personal discipline. I do
> hope that I have
> never interfered. Remember that I do care about you and I
> am interested in
> everything you do, but that does not mean you have to tell
> me anything.
>
> You are flying high. I know that you will be very happy in
> Colorado. I know
> all the pieces will come together. I am simply thrilled for
> you.Plan your
> work, work your plan!
>
> Fifty years ago this coming September 13th, 2008, I got on
> a plane in
> Hartford, Connecticut, and flew to Nashville, TN. It was a
> place far from
> home; I had never been there, and I did not know a soul
> there. Today, I can
> tell you that I am happy that I did come here. There have
> been bumps in the
> road; there have been some sad times, but overall I am very
> happy. I know
> you will be too.
>
> The thrilling aspect of of the entire experience is that I
> made my own way.
> As I got older, I learned the value of asking for help and
> that made my
> dreams come true more quickly. I found that, simply put,
> human nature is
> that people like to help others. After Vanderbilt, I
> decided to stay in
> Nashville. I found out quickly that living in Nashville was
> completely
> different then living within the academic community on the
> campus. I was/am
> basically shy. But I made myself go thru doors; introduce
> myself, and make
> friendly relationships. I asked people I met to recommend
> those I should
> meet.I wrote lots of thank you notes. And I coined the
> phrase you have heard
> me say often….if you don’t ask, you don’t get! I
> accepted every
> invitation, I went to every free event. Yes, I went to lots
> of different
> churches to meet people. I got involved in the community by
> joining civic
> clubs and charities, etc. It worked for me. Finally I
> listened to everyone,
> and and I came to my own conclusions.
>
> I would love to give you some leads, but I do not have that
> right unless
> asked. You are going to do well. Have fun, and know that I
> love you
> unconditionally. You are the best!
>
> Dad
Filed under: dear diary | Tags: quarter-life crisis, this is really happening now
i kind of feel like i’m skipping out on work today?
the 7-11 on mount pleasant street stocks three varieties of diet soda in its big gulp fountain. this of course prompted me to compose a 44 oz “suicide” of diet pepsi, coke zero and the classic diet coke. i only got through about 10 oz. i’m pretty out of practice when it comes to poisoning myself, you see.
Filed under: dear diary | Tags: i know it looks like the shining, where i've lived since march 1
exactly two years ago, i moved from my shared-with-zach den of slack in arlington to my own apartment here in d.c. this is what it looked like at some point (i was very into furniture rearranging back then).
Filed under: dear diary | Tags: daily photo project, food blogging, running, saying goodbye
greek yogurt with strawberries and uncle sam cereal, plus a little bit of puffed millet. consumed after returning from my last run in d.c. approximately 11 minutes after midnight, with a new book from kramerbooks tucked in my armpit. more or less how it should be. a fitting end of an era.
it’s too bad i didn’t leave the house until it was already pretty late (i had to play on my new computer, sell a rug and nap first), because tonight was one of those times when i felt like i could run forever. it was kind of surprising, since i’ve been sick all week and too lazy to exercise. earlier when i remarked about how i felt like shit today and asked chach for some advice, he said i should go running. he was right.
i had thought about spending my last night getting drunk at the black cat, or slurping coffee at tryst, or maybe finally getting around to putting the jumbo slice in my mouth, but running past the black cat and tryst and pizza mart on my quotidian 4-miler is just more my style. i stopped in dupont circle to listen to an amazing brass band that included a toddler pretending to play the trombone. it was, perhaps, the most beautiful thing i have observed in my three and a half years here. i was nearly moved to tears. the moment was sort of ruined when a guy in a bow tie tried to get me to dance, and we ended up having a conversation in which i stomped all over his christian beliefs.
eventually i ran through the circle and up to the bookstore to buy a margaret atwood book for the train. running back up through adams morgan, dripping sweat and holding my book, pushing through the throngs of intoxicated youth and their cigarettes, the foreign men selling palm readings and lottery tickets, and the hipsters eating breakfast at the diner at midnight, i have never felt so simultaneously in and out of my element.
i stopped at the shitty safeway by my house to pick up some strawberries. and then i had breakfast at midnight too.
