I use the word awesome way too often in this entry

Well, huh.

I joined Healthworks (the froofy all-ladies gym) and have fallen head over heels for my personal trainer, and I think I might want to pay her to be my mom.

Light and I will be attending Arisia. I'm hoping I'll manage to go, not run into anyone I don't want to run into, not be weird to the people I see and like because I'm still in a weird validation-seeking way (K, I would be a totally chill roommate, with the possible exception of the sleep-stripping thing), and have fun.

Someone told me that being awesome is the best revenge. And it's not revenge I want, exactly, but it kind of is, and I'd like to be awesome. Or, I'd like to be actively awesome, on the off chance that I already am passively awesome.

So I have feelers out to Theatre at First and Roller Derby for volunteer opportunities, and I'm taking a Sofra class and a Beowulf class. And I have a tattoo consult. I still haven't graduated back up to reading books that make me think, but any day now I'll start reading awesome books. And I have tickets to wicked awesome concerts, and there are still more coming.

Also, Light and I have started watching Supernatural. Which is weirdly awesome this time.

There have been some horrible, dirty and ugly moments in the past six weeks. And I imagine there will be more yet to come. There was a bottle of rum at the bus stop yesterday, with a halfinch left in it, and I was sorely tempted, even though I knew it would, among other things, be the most tubercular hepatitis laden thing I had ever touched (that's right. the hepatitis would have tuberculous) and if I drank it, I'd have go gargle purell for months. But I didn't. And I won't.

Hopefully, I'll recover from this lovely head cold in short order, and go on to scale tall buildings. Or at least have tea with many of the people in my life who make my life awesome. Or feed them soup. In less than two weeks I turn 34, and I'm expecting a lot less sturm und drang out of this year. Or if there is, to better purpose.

You're on notice, 2010. I'm going to make you awesome.

I use the word awesome way too often in this entry

Well, huh.

I joined Healthworks (the froofy all-ladies gym) and have fallen head over heels for my personal trainer, and I think I might want to pay her to be my mom.

Light and I will be attending Arisia. I'm hoping I'll manage to go, not run into anyone I don't want to run into, not be weird to the people I see and like because I'm still in a weird validation-seeking way (K, I would be a totally chill roommate, with the possible exception of the sleep-stripping thing), and have fun.

Someone told me that being awesome is the best revenge. And it's not revenge I want, exactly, but it kind of is, and I'd like to be awesome. Or, I'd like to be actively awesome, on the off chance that I already am passively awesome.

So I have feelers out to Theatre at First and Roller Derby for volunteer opportunities, and I'm taking a Sofra class and a Beowulf class. And I have a tattoo consult. I still haven't graduated back up to reading books that make me think, but any day now I'll start reading awesome books. And I have tickets to wicked awesome concerts, and there are still more coming.

Also, Light and I have started watching Supernatural. Which is weirdly awesome this time.

There have been some horrible, dirty and ugly moments in the past six weeks. And I imagine there will be more yet to come. There was a bottle of rum at the bus stop yesterday, with a halfinch left in it, and I was sorely tempted, even though I knew it would, among other things, be the most tubercular hepatitis laden thing I had ever touched (that's right. the hepatitis would have tuberculous) and if I drank it, I'd have go gargle purell for months. But I didn't. And I won't.

Hopefully, I'll recover from this lovely head cold in short order, and go on to scale tall buildings. Or at least have tea with many of the people in my life who make my life awesome. Or feed them soup. In less than two weeks I turn 34, and I'm expecting a lot less sturm und drang out of this year. Or if there is, to better purpose.

You're on notice, 2010. I'm going to make you awesome.