2002-12-16 - 1:03 a.m.
Feeling Shallow
Today finds me with little to say. Could it be the absence of barroom vices that has stolen my pluck and sass? Doubt it -- it was just a calm weekend. The highlights, some of which are quite feeble:
got a visit from The Visitor
took my first longish bike ride in months (to Curra's Grill, a delightful Interior Mexican restaurant ... now with two locations)
bought bulk organic flours
baked brownies
attended two nice parties. At one party I told an acquaintance about the time (musta been about 3) I ran around the yard with a plastic grocery bag full of grass and apples, trying to catch birds to keep as pets (it didn't work)
played ping pong with my co-workers Sean and Erin and new acquaintance Michael and didn't do too badly
correctly answered "Klaus Barbie" (Nazi) to a Trivial Pursuit question
watched Al Gore on Saturday Night Live
found a big CD shelfing unit. Anybody want it?
met a Canadian
ate egg substitute
played on an electric organ
slept on other people's couches
cleaned my apartment
realized I'm leaving the country in two weeks and have nothing planned
wore tight jeans that won't be so tight once the Visitor leaves
sang "Careless Whisper" and "Everything She Wants" by Wham!
contemplated starting a zine
complained about sexism
thought about going to see bands at Le Privilege club, abandoning it due to thoughts of snobby indie rocker children
eavesdropped on a conversation in which the two male speakers talked about "manhaters" and getting rid of their "girls" and moving money around in their various accounts
considered calling someone on my cell phone and loudly saying, "I'm eating and these guys next to me are some of the most obnoxious assholes I've ever heard!"
looked at Christmas lights
pinched my gut
thought about relationships
cut my hair a little
dreamt about the Barton Springs salamander, my old college professor, and my pending trip
saw people smoking cigarettes outside Walgreen's
read an article in which the author fixates on Mick Jagger's "bulge"
ate hemp granola and flavored soy milk
Non-Accomplishments
Now, what I didn't do is break my promise to not smoke (well, okay ... I had 1.5 cigarettes on Friday) or drink too much. At the parties, I drank one pint of beer and a glass of wine. When morning came, I felt super-fine. It was great! Already when I smell cigarettes, the scent makes me breathe into my sleeve. Seems that the bad habits are over. Sure, it's early in the game, but my mind is kicking vice's ass.Materialism
One reason I feel shallow is that all I can think about is going shopping. Sometimes this materialistic affliction hits me along side the head, causing me to engage in this uninspiring activity. But I think right now I'm going through a phase in which I no longer want people to think of me as a disorganized moppet but as a serious adult, so it's causing me to covet "adult" items such as appliances and cleaning agents. Last weekend, I bought a Dirt Devil and spent an hour vacuuming the floor, careful to capture every little crumblette and stray fingernail sliver. It was a magical experience! And it shouldn't have been, because it was vacuuming! See, this is frightening stuff.Now look at this scary shopping list, and you tell me if it bespeaks of something worrisome. This list includes all the things I want to buy this week:
coffee maker
scrubby sponge for pots and pans
cookie sheets
yeast
some grease-busting fluid in a spray bottle
an iron (the scariest of all)
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Things are going to get a lot worse before they get worse. � Lily Tomlin |
