Thursday, August 30, 2012

Thoughts on Conversations

A little over a week ago I sat in Dupont Circle in DC with a friend and sign.
The sign said "We will talk with anyone about anything." A simple statement to the world
about our intentions on that park bench.

It was an incredible experience. One that I feel everyone should try at least once.
It started off slowly, but after an hour or so we talked non-stop until 8:30 that night.
Some people we talked to for hours and others only a few minutes.
We had conversations with people from Barcelona, students from Georgetown
and visitors from across the park.

And the thing that surprised me the most was that everyone was interesting.
That statement sounds really cynical, but I don't mean it that way.
I'm not the best conversation starter and thusly have short, semi-boring conversations with new people.
I always felt it was because we (me and the other person) were boring.
How can I have nothing to talk about with a brand new person?
But last Wednesday convinced that no one is truly boring, me included.
It just requires a bit of inventiveness and a topic.

I had a lot of fun. So if you're bored one weekend, head out to a city and talk to some strangers.
Bring sunscreen and camera. I managed to forget both that day.

* My friend (in the blue) and I, taken by our new friend Sergio. Look at all our pretty garbage. 

Monday, August 20, 2012

Status: Fugitive


This weekend has been a little overwhelming.

It started off with a passing knowledge that my dad had someone interested in buying his house. Which is a bit unsettling when you are planning on moving in there in a week. With that in the back of my head I headed up to meet my dad at the house to help him move the rest of his stuff out. Halfway into this he informs me that he's going to sell the house to this guy, we'll call him Howard. Now, I'm not faulting my dad for wanting to sell his house. It's his to do with what he wants, but it is frustrating to be told one thing and expect that only to have it get all turned around. Anyway, Howard shows up to take a look around inside and make an offer. My dad is unimpressed and decides he'd rather have me live there. Hooray! But under the condition that I pay 300 dollars for rent. Hold on...I can't do that. I don't make enough money to do that, which is really pathetically sad, I know. I ran some numbers to see if I could make it work, but it's just not happening. Plans to move cancelled. It is probably for the better, at this moment at least. I can maybe save some money and start paying off student loans instead of having all my money go towards rent.

So I'm back to where I started, which isn't terrible by any stretch of the imagination, the journey was just less than satisfying.

Then on top of that news, I found out I am a fugitive from the law. Yep, there's a bench warrant out for me. That's the least fun thing to hear on a Saturday night. According to the state of Maryland I've been driving without insurance, but I know that's not true. So until that gets sorted out I'm on the run!


*I'm pretty much Bonnie Parker (of Bonnie and Clyde fame) now. 
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School starts next week. ._.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012



I am moving.
I don't have a lot of stuff to move so that makes it more bearable.
I am going to be living by myself though, for the first time in my life.

I guess living by myself isn't really that big of a deal, pretty much everyone does it. All the time. Since just about forever. I don't know what my problem is.

It's most likely that I'm afraid of the dark.
What if I hear a noise in the middle of the night? I'm not gonna check it out, nope.
And then the robbers would take all my things while I pretended to be sleeping.

Will I be lonely? Probably.
I imagine I'll start talking to myself a lot more.
Win all sorts of imaginary arguments.

I'm mostly frusterated by how nervous I am, because there really is nothing to be afraid of. It should be exciting. I'm hoping as I get closer to actually moving my feelings will balance out.

In other news, school starts soon so that should occupy my mind better.

* Picture of a painting, both by me.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Blog Time


I've made plenty of attempts at writing blogs before, so I'm not quite sure what's going to make this one work any more than those other ones. It's definitely not the addition of a kitten chewing on my fingers as I type. Clearly convinced they are imminent threats to his life. Nor the addition of an actual work schedule, the last one I started while I was unemployed. Or the fact that I'm going back to school soon. Woo, classes! It's definitely not the fact that I'm not a good writer, but something has me convinced I can stick with it. Maybe it's all of the above that make me really want to try at it. Now that I actually have stuff to write about. Being home alone, while riveting for a few days, ends up being unbearably boring. Maybe I'll end up making this my catch all of out-pourings. Or a way to remember the days as they pass by. We'll see.

*Photo by me, of me. Hi!