Labor

As in day, not baby-birthin’. I’m looking forward to a fabulously quiet, fabulously beautiful weekend. Sun’s out, humidity’s down, campus is quiet…good times for me!

So not much is new in peacegrrl-land. I’ve been busy with this…

This is edgar, a nice easy scarf pattern that I’m using to try out some lovely new yarn (Berroco Jasper, if you’re a fellow yarn nerd). Fantastically mindless knitting to come home to. I’m about to start an ambitious new project for a knit-along: a lace wrap that I designed myself. So far it looks good on paper, but we’ll see how it comes out in real life. I’ve never designed before, so I’m getting anxious.

The rest of my free time has been spent catching up on Big Love . Thank goodness for HBO On Demand and the DVR. Even though the show has gotten progressively weirder, I love it. It’s the first thing on TV that I’ve gotten really excited about since Six Feet Under bit the dust.

I have to admit that while work is still work, I’m finding it easier and easier to detach myself. Part of it is the auto-pilot thing, and maybe the rest comes from the combination of the certain knowledge that things are never really going to change around here, and that my time on the job is almost up. It’s fairly certain that come May, I’m packing up and moving off. To where–off-campus? Out of the field? Out of the state? That stuff hasn’t been figured out yet, though I’m tossing a lot of things around. The idea of a fresh start is really appealing, both exciting and terrifying. It’s just calming to know that this is coming to an end. It’s what I come back to when yet another bomb drops or responsibility is added to the already impossible-to-complete daily list. And really, I’m feeling good about work. Coming to terms with reality (and planning an escape) has that effect, I guess.

It’s after midnight, so the three-day-weekend has officially begun! Time to get started doing absolutely anything I want. Times like these make me grateful to be single and living alone. (And those times are few and far between, so forgive me if I’m a little overenthusiastic about them!)

Better late than never.

I’ll skip the apologies about never posting and get right to the good stuff.

First, I’m pissed at that fucker James Frey. I take back anything nice I said about his damn book in earlier posts. And that’s all I have to say about that.

Next up. I am ADDICTED to Project Runway. That may surprise most people. It certainly surprised me–I mean, one look in my closet is all it takes to determine that cutting-edge fashion is not so much my scene. But I LOVE the all the pissiness and drama! And the mean stuff that bitchy Heidi Klum says to everybody after the runway shows. It’s great. And I have to admit that the talent really does impress me. I’m pulling for Daniel and Chloe, but Nick and Andre are pretty good, too. Bleh, I’m addicted to a reality show. I guess that means I have to stop making fun of American Idol fans.

So moving on, the oscar noms are out. No big surprises there. Although I have to say that I’m a bit pissy that Walk The Line isn’t up for best picture. But I’m pulling for Brokeback and Good Night and Good Luck, so I guess it doesn’t matter. Anyway, party at my place on March 5. I can’t wait to see if Isaac Mizrahi tries to grab at somebody’s crotch or something on the red carpet.

Okay, on to men. I think I’m putting all of my eggs in one basket, and it’s time to branch out. This, however, means re-entering the dreaded realm of online dating, a subject about which I have ranted before. But unless I want to pick up some loser at a bar, it’s my only option. So wish me luck as I toughen up and head out there yet again. And as a backup, does anybody have a cute brother/cousin/coworker/friend-of-a-friend they want to set me up with? All I really require is a college degree and a sense of humor…

That’s really all for now. The last few weeks have been a struggle, I’m incredibly homesick, and my classes are wiping me out. On the plus side, though, it was one of the warmest Ohio Januarys ever, with hardly any snow. I’m hoping February follows the trend.
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What exactly do people without cable do?

So yes, I like to be smug and talk about the decline of modern television and how it’s all crap, with a few notable exceptions. But let’s face it–the idiot box is just about always on. I’m not even watching it half the time. I just like the noise. It serves as a nice, steady connection with the outside world. And there’s always The Daily Show and reruns of The West Wing, plus the fact that TNT shows The Breakfast Club just about every weekend. So the last few weeks have not been good. My cable is broken. Some vital piece of fiber-optic technology has become defective, and thus been shipped off to the manufacturer for repair. No one seems to know when it will be back on. I held out hope while I was away in Texas that maybe I’d return to the bliss of sixty-five channels, but alas, it was not to be. Ordinarily I’d escape, go out and shop or read at Borders or hang out with my friends, but I’m sick with this disgusting cough, my second case of bronchitis in the last six months, and I feel too shitty to go anywhere. This sucks! I tried to be optimistic by using the experience as an excuse to catch up on my video-watching, but after five hours of Six Feet Under, along with a few shots of cough medicine, I’m starting to feel way too morose. I long for a few hours of good channel surfing. I’m not ashamed of my dependence on my TV! I grew up in the generation of Family Ties and The Cosby Show, for crying out loud! I need the stuff like I need AIR!

Enough. I haven’t posted in two weeks, and there’s plenty more interesting to talk about than my lack of media sustenance. So for those of you who’ve been holding your breath…yes, The Boy did show up on my doorstep as promised. Contrary to all of my disbelief and pessimism. He does, indeed, seem to be pretty different compared with the the person I said goodbye to last summer. And he seems intent on starting over, or making things right, or something like that. I want to believe that it’s possible, and at the same time I know how jaded I am after all the games and bullshit. So all I can do is hang out and see what happens, take it as it comes, and try not to worry so much about it. I got some answers, and I think they were the ones I was hoping for. That’s a start.

Blah…love, I tell you, what a mess. With all of the walls we put up, and the lies we tell, and games we play, it’s amazing that two people are ever able to plow through all of that and really, truly love each other. I give props to all of the people in my life who’ve managed to find each other and are making it work every day–including the vixen, Alicia, my sister, and Mama Peacegrrl–she and Ed tied the knot on June first. You guys inspire me to believe that it’s okay to open up, and to put away the cynicism and actually trust another person with my heart. And mom most of all, who constantly reminds me in word and deed that amazing things happen to those who are patient and believe that miracles actually happen.

That’s enough sap for a Saturday night, don’t you think? I’ll be back in a few days, with some more recaps and an update on the Scarves for ALS project (somebody HELP, we need a better NAME!) In the meantime, everybody cross your fingers that the cable gods decide to smile upon me…
Peace out!