I am just going to turn 65 tomorrow, retire, be in an old house with my 47 dogs, and make crafts such as this one constantly:
the picture does not do it justice. there are two tiny doves in there looking at each other from across the ring. this started as a plain wire frame and now 52 hot glue gun burns later the fruits of my labor have paid off. get it....fruits??? HAHA oh jeez.... the green filler is eucalyptus and it smells delightful. the roses are fake so they will last. it's kinda weird how excited this makes me. there are other projects soon to come...just imagine...a ball of grapes and lemons. i will show you this. it is almost done.
my room is all squared away, in impecable condition. i'm all packed, the car is loaded, it's time to go! I'm going to texas now. i have an unread amy tan novel and my scad shirt. it shall be school spirit pridefest for the next few days. tata! i'll be back early sunday.
So my parents, sister, and dog are coming into town friday afternoon. So far I figure I will take them to Lady and Sons. I am yet to go there, and I would like to try it. So other than that...I'm not sure what to do with them. The beach is redundant, we have a pool at home, soo eehh?? uuhh?? Any suggestions?? Maybe something outdoorsy that we can bring the dog along for. Oh maybe go to Forsyth. But hm...what else? Anyone know of any festivals going on this weekend? Or any shows? ok thanks!
So this is the final draft (?) of my short story. I can still make some changes before tomorrow. Feedback is appreciated. and i still need a title. ahhhhhhhhhh.
Christy clasped her seatbelt and turned on the engine. She was already a few minutes late. She planned on getting to the gym at 3:00 a.m., but it looked like she’d be lucky if she made it by 3:05. It took her a little longer to finish her reading.
She checked her bag before she took off and made sure she had her schedule and medicine. Without her schedule she was totally lost; without her medicine she’d fall asleep. She never forgot her pills though. The schedule read:
July 23, 2006
3:00am – 6:00 Workout
6:00 – 7:00 Get ready, get to work
7:00 – 7:45 Answer e-mails, organize
8:00 – 8:50 Period 1, Geometry
9:00 – 11:50 Periods 2 – 4, Algebra
12:00pm – 2:50 Periods 5 – 7, Calculus
3:00 – 4:00 Tutoring
4:30 – 8:30 Coaching
8:30 – 9:30 Dinner
9:30 – 11:30 Grading, planning
11:30 – 2:30am Studying
2:30 – 3:00 Get ready for workout
***2:57 Take Hyoxcin
A routine day. She stared ahead at the dark road. Today she’d challenge her girls to a three-mile run, and she planned on doing it with them. She’d been coaching the girl’s varsity softball team for five years, and this was going to be their best season. They were going to win the state championship again. They’d won twice already, but she needed the third win to really feel like she’d done something for those girls. She had a chocolate chip
cookie seven hours earlier and really felt guilty about it now. She was supposed to set an example for the team. Some example. She sped up a little bit. Maybe she could make it by 3:00.
The center road markings spiked Christy’s eyes like yellow darts. The repetition made her sleepier. After her team set the school record, Christy knew she’d feel content enough to move on. She’d been enrolled in online classes to earn her Masters. She needed more of a challenge and was going to be a professor.
Christy’s head bobbed up and down. It felt like a boulder resting on her neck. She took her Hyoxcin at exactly 2:57 a.m. everyday. It took three minutes for her body to absorb and process the chemicals, and she enjoyed the burst of energy right before her workout. She didn’t know what she’d do without that medicine. It had revolutionized her life. The days flew by. She started taking it five years ago when she started coaching the softball team. Most of the population was now running on twenty-four hour days. Since scientists had found the antidote to one of the defects in human construction, she was anticipating the end of calorie absorption even more so.
Now that she no longer slept, she couldn’t imagine ever going back to lying in bed for hours doing nothing. She had all the time and energy she needed to do everything she wanted to do in a day. She considered herself extremely busy, but with any less activity she was likely to be lazy. She hated that lazy part of herself. It was disgusting.
It felt like her heart was pumping cement. She could feel her pulse beat from her fingertips to her toes. She remembered that she and Deborah’s Algebra classes would be getting together in her room for a small assembly today. Christy hated dealing with her. Deborah was old fashioned, irritable, and always complaining about how tired she was or asking Christy how she found all the time to do what she did on a daily basis. Deborah said it seemed “unnatural” to not sleep. Well, it seemed pretty unnatural to Christy that all of Deborah’s students to came to Christy’s tutoring sessions. Just then the guilt crept into her heart around the tiredness. “Shut up. You’re horrible. Leave her alone,” Christy thought.
She turned on the radio and cranked up the volume. The news channel was already in place on the dial. Now that most people were up all the time, many stores and businesses stayed open twenty-four seven. This affected TV and radio programs. Prime time was all the time. A woman’s voice spoke clearly with a follow-up to the recent deaths in Southern California. It was a terrible and rather strange incident. Within the past month, five hundred people had mysteriously died without any prior indication of illness. Investigators suspected it was a selective and mass poisoning, but they couldn’t explain much about it yet until now.
“The explanations of the deaths in Southern California are still inconclusive. However, autopsies revealed that all the victims had regular doses of Hyoxcin in their bloodstreams. Police are still collecting information, but it is confirmed that seventy-five percent of those victims were involved with the product testing of Hyoxcin in 1999. If you are taking this drug, it is strongly advised that you immediately discontinue its use.”
Christy pulled into the parking lot. She turned off the car and sat in the dark. She’d made it earlier than she expected. It was 2:56. That cookie felt heavier on her
thighs by the second. Today was an important day. There was a lecture on integrals and matrices to discuss. And that assembly. And the run. Too many people needed her today. How could she just not take her medicine? She considered the possibility of the radio announcement being a dream. It was very possible. Maybe it was just a warning from her subconscious. Her doctor wouldn’t give her something that could hurt her. She felt fine. In fact, she felt she was in the best shape of her life. 2:57. She put the small white tablet on her tongue and let it dissolve.
The tingling began between her eyes. Almost immediately Christy felt alert, and she began to focus. She got her eight hours in twenty milligrams. What a relief. Christy jumped out of the car. She couldn’t possibly be anywhere near death. If she needed to stop, it would have to be another day.
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so I'm sitting here at work. I have a half hour before I leave. Just trying to kill some time.
Today I did the PM tour, I think this is my sixth one and it was definitely the best one yet. I think that's because the group was lively and had questions and was fun. ahh yes. And there was this bitchy old lady who turned out to be nice and wasn't a problem. It was my first time going into Eckberg by myself so i was a little nervous. I think we went off track a little bit but i played it cool. We also went into Hamilton. These two nice guys let us into the recording part of the mozart studio. that was cool. there was another girl on there also named Erica who was also from fort lauderdale AND we went to the same high school! How crazy is that?? she graduated in 2002 so we were there for two years together. she is interested in interior design as a grad. so cool! what was really uncool though was how the girl that was there for fashion was not paying attention while i was talking about the fashion department. that's really really lame. i wanted to punch her. and she was like going to be a junior in high school soon. so many people come in so young. like wtf. go home and play. a 13 year old girl came in with her mom to look at interior design. how do you even make sense of what you're seeing at a college when you're not even in high school yet?
so the show. yeah the show. it's on and it's fine. whatever. five more performances to go. i think i realized why i don't like it so much. because it is an awesome amazing love story and it makes me sad and sappy and emo and thinking "whyyyy can't i find a soul mate?" plus the drummer is really gorgeous and i can't bring up the courage to say hello to him. he's a really awesome drummer too. i'm just really retarded. we watched erica's bootleg copy of the original broadway cast and it was so awesome. adam pascal is so hot with an amazing chest. aida was something fierce. wow.
i would like to share part of a song from "Aida" the play I'm working on right now. I think it's some nice stuff and it really speaks to me right now at this time.
We all lead such elaborate lives
this insanity of overworking ends right now