Who goes to a coffee shop before 10 am?

Ok. So today this would include me. but I dont think that I have been to a coffee shop this early in quite a long time. This not usual. The only place I would be this early is work. And I would be at work this morning, but for a funeral that I need to go to. One of my professors from undergrad passed away. So therefore I have taken off a half day to go to his funeral. He was such a sweet man. And although I dont enjoy Biolgy and Physical Science as a rule, he made it tolerable for us "non-majors" as he was wont to call us. I was about that non-major as you could get. I was in the arts and humanities. English to be exact. I am still in English. Just not working that hard at it. I keep telling myself that this year I will actually finish my thesis. I have been in Grad School so long that I was talking to my boyfriend's roomate, and he suggested that I give my boyfriend and he my papers and outlines to them and they would write me a couple. but we both agreed that as I am in the throes of writing my thesis, that this would be niether advisable nor ethical. Indeed, it would be unethical anyway but it it was highly amusing. I can just see them now, up very late at night composing some twenty page paper on a 19th century british writer, searching for my voice..."does this sound like her? yeah, I think that sounds like something she would pontificate about."

well that is enough about that. I can just see someone now trying to hunt me down to expose my hypothetical plot to violate the sanctity of an English degree. no America, rest easy at night. every mediocre paper that you see with my name printed on it, was indeed written, sweated over, agonized about, and composed by me.

but back to being at a coffee shop before ten am. I needed somewhere to be to meet my friend to go to Dr. Hough's funeral, as she worked with him in the science departmant and we were both eager to go celebrate this man's life. It is very sad losing him. I remember being in his 8 o'clock class. A very happy chipper man who liked to ask "does anybody have a happy today?" of course we wanted to have a happy for Dr. Hough even if we didnt really feel like it much.

I was forced out of my apartment early this morning early as the plumbers called and asked if they could get into my apartment this morning to fix a leak in the laundry basement that has been needing to be fixed for some little while. so I am at otherlands, with some coffe and banana bread already gone waiting for my friend. I instant messaged with a friend who went to school with me would said that it is about perspective. He said "see i think it's cool bc he gets to get all the answers to his chlorophyll questions!" I think that he is right. I should not be sad for him, because he is in good shape. That sweet man who exuded the love of God is up there already probing the scientific mysteries that he always wanted to ask with my dad both being well loved and cared for by their Lord.

Who moved my chi?

working again. The vacation that I took week before last was lovely, but a little short lived. And with the new problem created of needing to find a new place to live, it kind of sucked toward the end. I haven't stayed at my moms again, I think between the note that my boyfriend and I composed and sheer determination to not die from someone else's cigarette smokes I have decided to stick it out. I haven't decided whether or not to stay in my apartment or no though I would have to put in my notice at the end of July to be a dutiful little tenenant. I may start looking on craigslist (sp?) Lacey, help me! I forget what it is called. Or maybe just online or I will like in old school times to just ride around neighborhoods looking for "FOR RENT" signs. That is how I found my last couple of apartments anyways.

I would like to have a one bedroom this time. however I have gotten used to the studio apartment price and in these times of American economy hardship, I dont know if I can really afford much more. Sometimes though I wonder if it is just the economy or the nature of the work that I do that I dont have much extra money for things like that.

Oh well. If I can really finish my thesis, it would be helpful and maybe I would be able to teach an ellusive Lit. class. That would be awesome I guess. I think that I should try to do other things. I mean I am not going to get the kind of writing exposure I want or need by writing a blog, well maybe I would, it seems like people get awards on here and stuff like that, so I guess people read it. But I think that I should work on my screenplays and take animation classes and do all the things that I have always thought and dreamed that I should do, because they have been my hopes and dreams.

I seriously need a camera, so that I can make these posts more interesting. Oh well I must go, but until we meet again, stay the course, dont eat too much junk food, and dont take any wooden nickels.

happy friggin fourth

So my vacation is almost over, and now I dont know what to do. I go back to work soon and the happy bliss that has been my freedom from work will come to an end. It has been like being unemployed without the stress of having to look for another job and that you have one (hopefully) to go back to when it is all over. and so what do I have to show for it? well let me see... as I ponder and chew my oatmeal I have have just made at 3 in the morning, I have couch surfed at my mom's house twice, as my new neighbor that I hadnt noticed up until this point is chain smoking us both in to an early grave or somthing sure as hell is up with my allergies as I find it difficult to breathe...(either she or I must go) I have walked approximately 16 miles in an effort to thin myself and again wear that elusive bikini everyone seems to be talking about in the summer time...I have in an attempt to clean my messy apt in fact succeeded in making it more messy than it was formerly, ah....washed 9 loads of laundry (yay me)...and put it away more importantly...I have painted my nails and toenails a most wicked shade of black...I have made one casserole, spaghetti, and one pan of brownies....hmm....and logged two days of work at my mom's house. for which she paid me and I spent all the money. Wow. What a vacation. I wish I had something very significant to show for it. Like working on my thesis....oh well there is always tomorrow, eh? tune in next time when we will discover more about what the hell is up with Jenny.

Vacation: day three.

You know, I really wish I was a an active useful sort of person right now. but all I can do right now is sit on the couch and wait for the time to take jeremy (my boyfriend) to work and watch movies. I was woken up earlier than I would have wished this morning by a phone call by my boyfriend's mom. And by the time it was over I was so talkative and awake that i could not get back to sleep. And it is stuffy in my house. I hate my allergies. I cant breathe half the time or feel like i cant. I mean some one can walk through the stairwell with a lit cigarette and I feel like I am going to die. why is this? Why too is it that when you find the cool, artsy part of town like midtown where I live, that every one is a chain smoker in your building. Why do arts and smokes go together anyway? I mean really, is that what all the cool kids are doing still?

what about us not so cool kids that cant breathe good around smoke? or are sent into asthma attacks or feel like are lungs are going to close in when we are around it? I may have to move from this building when my lease is up in september. I mean it is so depressing anyway, the love of my life is trying to quit smoking too. He is doing his best, but it is slow going. I know it is hard, but why start smoking to begin with. we cant live in the same house until he does. and that is very hard. maybe I will take a walk in the June heat. it has been about 90 or higher every day so it is not helping. I will try not to complain any more and come up with a more interesting blog to write...I have to go...there is is that smell again. Somewhere between burning and ash and toxins with a twist to it that just makes me crazy....arggggghhhh. I hate people.