25 April 2011

25 April 2011

I'm tired, all the time.
My attention problems are at all time levels of dysfunction. 
I have a knot of anxiety in the pit of my stomach.
I'm spinning and spinning and spinning in circles.
I need a pause button.
Just so I can catch up, just a little bit.
--
On Friday we took Gabriel to The Boardwalk.  I normally only take him on Tuesdays (when it's cheap), but he's been gazing at the roller coasters from our rooftop, and I was bored.
We walked there in the fog and dusk.
We rode the merry-go-round. 
We played skeeball, we walked downtown for pizza and ice cream, we collapsed at home all tired and sticky.
--
I'm stressed. 
Ridiculously so.
There aren't enough hours in the day, or dollars in the bank.
I have too much to do at work before I leave (two more weeks!), too much to do in school before I go on to the next round (I have to pass these classes!).
--
Saturday we dyed Easter Eggs, I drank too much rum at my sister's house, I stayed up late filling plastic eggs with treats and arranging Easter baubles, I fell asleep woozy from the day.
Sunday the rain canceled our Easter picnic, too many of us swirled around in too small a space, I ate and ate and ate and ignored my homework and ate some more.
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I'm stressed.
I'm exhausted
I'm anxious.
But life is pretty good.

12 April 2011

A day late and a dollar short: Where I've been and what for. And stuff.

INTERNET!
I found out two weeks ago that I got into grad school.  That was awesome.

Then I went to Seattle.  That was also awesome.  The really lovely people of Nintendo showed off their new and ridiculously awesome 3DS to a group of us.
Y'all. Seriously? Seriously.  I can't even describe how awesome this thing is.  It's so awesome that I can't use a single other adjective besides 'awesome.' Awesome, awesome, awesome.  Full of awe.
In fact, instead of describing how awesome it is?  I've just been keeping mine (that Nintendo so generously gave me) in my purse and forcing people to play it whenever the topic comes up.
Or even when it doesn't.
I am thoroughly convinced and converted and enthused.
This thing is AWESOME.
It is ACTUALLY 3D.
Because I'm somewhat less than awesome, I only took one picture on my trip:
On the way to Seattle
I'm at the airport in San Jose.
Um.
I know you can't tell that's the case, so you'll just have to take my word for it.
I saw so very many of my favorite people, and I ate delicious food, and I had fun, and it was great.
So that happened.
(P.S. Mishelle took some legitimate pictures on the trip, which are like, illustrative of the experience, and stuff)
(P.P.S. Mishelle also took some really awesome pictures of my tattoo, because she is a talented lady)
(Also! Disclosure: My travel was paid for, and I received a Nintendo 3DS.  I was not compensated for my time.  My opinions are my own.  I am a very lucky girl.)

Then I registered Gabriel for kindergarten, because he is five, and he's going to kindergarten.  No, I don't know how that's possible either.

Then I gave notice at my job, because I got into grad school.
That is both exciting and terrifying.
My last day of work is May 6th.

We've been playing T-Ball, because Gabriel is five, and old enough for T-Ball.

My brother James turned 19, even though I really don't think he should be allowed, seeing as he's my baby brother and all.  My mom bought him a suit, at his request.

I went to a concert last Saturday.  Like, with live music and stuff.  My A.D.D. generally keeps me from enjoying live music all that much, with all the standing around and doing nothing combined with the fact that I am now a proper grown up lady and not stoned.
But it turns out if you don't go to shows very often, they're pretty all right.  I felt reminisceful (<-totally a word) of my teenaged punk rock days, and I also felt really, really old.  Especially when the flashy lights started to give me a headache, and I started in with my disapproving thoughts of Kids These Days.
Although? The first band was Bad Religion, and that means a bunch of dudes who are 20 years older than me.  So while I might be old?  They are extremely much older.
Can I get a hell yeah for nostalgia?  First time I saw them I was maybe fifteen, in my Ben Davis and my Chucks and the latest boy's latest band's t-shirt.  This time? I may have been one of the only people there in a cardigan.
Like I said, REALLY OLD.

I sold my BlogHer11 conference pass yesterday.  I can't go, with school and stuff.  Sad.  But I got into school! Happy!  I am a bubbling cauldron of mixed emotion.

What have you been up to?

07 April 2011

Little League!

Five-year-olds in baseball pants.
What's not to love?
Cardinals!
Cardinals!
Cardinals!
Cardinals!
Little League
I swear I have some video of Gabriel running the bases looking all tiny, but I can't seem to find it.
Rest assured, he is awesome.
Even if he keeps calling it soccer.