Hello, blog babies!
Upon reflection, I have realized that my last post, though earnest, was a bit of a downer. So I figure maybe it’s time for an upper--or, at least, a post that wouldn’t sound weird if you read the whole thing in an up-at-the-end valley-girl accent.
How do I think I might accomplish this? By listing things, of course!
At any given time, I have lists floating around in my head. Sometimes I write them down, but usually I don’t. Basically, I prefer to keep my entire life-schedule memorized at all times, thereby eliminating the need for a planner--or written down lists.
I’m usually surprisingly good at doing this. Or, let me rephrase--I’m surprisingly well organized compared to a lot of other people, considering that I never write anything down.
It’s not a foolproof system, obviously. For some reason, even if I can remember 15 different meetings/work times/classes for weeks on end, even when the times change (and in the jobs I’ve worked, they changed quite a bit,) I cannot seem to remember more than two grocery items at a time.
But, alas, there comes a time in a young man’s life when she must admit that owning a planner is maybe the adult thing to do. So...I don’t know...I guess I’ll get one of those sometime...maybe.
In the meantime, I’m going to write down some of my life-lists right! here!
Right now, my three working lists are: Things I Seriously Need to Do in the Next Few Weeks, Things I Want to Do Sometime Before I Die, and Things I Would Do if I Got the Novel Published and/or Won the Lottery Despite Never Buying Lottery Tickets.
Things I Seriously Need to Do in the Next Few Weeks:
-Trade in my car! I’m actually working on this one. This very Saturday, I have plans to see some cars. I love Cherie (the 2001 Hyundai Elantra I’ve been driving for 3 years and yes, I named her, and yes, she has a gender, shut up,) but she’s getting on in years. I can’t even drive her to work without experiencing a paralyzing-death-fear anytime I hear a sound I cannot immediately place. And, um, not a huge deal or anything, but I’m sort of moving to Seattle in a few weeks? Yeah, that’s a thing. And Cherie is not gonna survive that trek. So, sadly, I must put her to pasture and start anew.
speaking of Seattle...
-Find a new place to live! I could write SEVERAL paragraphs on this one, but it takes up about half of my waking thought already, so I’m gonna breeze right past it instead.
-Find a new job! Basically, I’ve been going on indeed.com and searching “creative writer.” I’ve found a few good ones, several more mediocre ones, and ones that at least sound better than how I get my money now. So...yay? I’m also halfway signed up with a tutoring service. Yay for my SAT scores getting me paid!!!
-Buy a new computer! Seriously. Seriously. I’m on Momsy’s right now. It’s burning my fingers. My own personal computer has been incapable of turning on for three months.
-Really, really, figure out what I can leave behind, and start packing all of it. I’ve got way too much stuff. It can’t all come with me. I’ve already donated a mess load of stuff--mostly things that have been in storage for 5+ years--the kind of stuff I didn’t want to take to college with me but just couldn’t quite part with yet. I’ve parted with a lot of it now, but I still have almost a whole box of Buffy magazine cutouts. It kind of looks like I’m a Buffy-obsessed serial killer. (Which surprises no one, I’m sure.)
Alright. This is getting a little long, so let’s break it into parts, shall we? We shall!
Here concludes part one. Part two will, of course, be--”Things I Want to Do Sometime Before I Die.”
Night night, blog babies.