'the adventures of a thirty-ish university graduate' or, alternately and perhaps much more aptly: 'as mad as a barking fox'

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

it was business as usual

the heat is hanging here again, like wet wool draped on unsturdy forms.

i've spent the largest portion of the last forty eight hours of my life in my room, reading until my eyes blur, investigating methods of pickling, listening to albums that reflect ten years ago. oh, i've escaped for periods of time- i mopped the floor, i ventured out for bread, for dinner with leslie, for a movie. but mostly it's been myself and the vox, hanging out with pickle recipes and spending time just thinking. and thinking.

and thinking.

when i started university, i had this image of what it would be like to graduate. to be frank, it wasn't anything like now. i assumed i'd be much more put together, living on my own, having a job i actually genuinely cared about. i pictured a lover. a cat. plants in the windowsill. i had this imagined world of a kind of posh reality, with too-bright colours and ikea-ized furnishings.

i'm not that put together. my hair continues to defy any kind of sense- common or not, and my wardrobe has one suit inherited from my mother and manufactured sometime in the eigties, i am quite sure. i live in a six by eight room, filled to capacity and then some with tastes of africa, photos, craft supplies, books on philosophy and sock monkies. i have no cat [however i am working on stealing pumpkin, the cat that belongs to our neighbours and who has become accustomed to having afternoon naps in our house].

i don't have a lover.

i have plants, but not in winowsills because that's impossible inthis house. they all live in wird places, sprouting from out wine bottles and strage plastic containers.

posh is the last word i would use to describe this reality.

and despite being so separated, so removed from the imagined life i had so effortlessly pictured four years ago, i can say with extreme clarity and more truth than you'll ever believe- i think this is more than perfect.

it is

[as an after thought, i need to stop with the random, far in between, posting full of enigmatic thoughts and bring back the ridiculousness of every day that currently is. because lord knows there's enough ridiculousness in my life to overwhelm a medium-sized nation].


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