Stuff I'm Currently Not Doing

Here's what's going on in my apartment that I've been meaning to address for...5 years. I keep moving the same crap over and over and thinking I'll get rid of it "next time." So let's take a look.

Top Shelf: Coke stuff. Ok, fine, no issue there. What you don't see sitting in front of the truck's front wheel is my severed Lollapalooza bracelet from this year. Fine to keep, but it needs to go into my oft-idealized, never realized scrap book. In the cup there you may noticed some braided palms from Palm Sunday this year. Again, great to have, but I forget that I never properly disposed of the ones from last year. Sorry, JC.

First shelf: lots of books. Too many. Several of them could stand to go to a nice open space where they can run and play with other books.

Second shelf: Eesh. This shelf is broken. So I've balanced a bunch of light crap there that I don't have any other space for. Stapler, tape, pens, sewing kit my aunt gave me when I went to college....great. Glittler glue pens from an art project for my Sunday school class in 2005?? I'm a mess.

Bottom shelf: Tools. Three hole punch. Mini-speakers for my computer. Giant binder containing my Second City understudy packet. Notepads from a gift set and a two-pack of Silly Putty from my mom's Easter package this year. Come on, Sullivan.

So what have we learned? Well, I've taken the time to share this assessment on my blog while drinking coffee and watching Price is Right rather than actually doing something about it. But maybe the accountability will catch up with me. You know, before I go back to the office next week.

Fall Back On

Well happy fall. I know it's a little premature, but as soon as Pumpkin Spice Lattes hit Starbucks, it's that time again. The weather in Chicago has been perfect and I'm ready to love things again. The past month or so has been tough. Maybe I hate summer. Maybe I missed Bar Harbor just a little. Maybe...a lot of things. But mostly I think I fell victim to jobless depression. I've been without regular work for 3 months, and I think it took about two months for the fun to wear off. I hate not being busy. If I'm not swamped I get nothing done, I start running late, and I just complain a whole lot more. So it's time to shake off the weirdness of summer '09 and move on.

I am trying to tackle some writing projects as we speak, which means I'm easily distracted. Hence this blog. Also, I fell victim to trying to clean out some email. Which lead me to go all the way back to the beginning of my yahoo account in March of 2005. Four and half years ago my life looked a lot different. Do this. Look at your sent box as far back as you can and see how many of those people you still talk to. Or how many of those emails make you roll your eyes or laugh or groan. Of course I realize the difference between 24 and 28 is significant. So I'm giving 24 year-old me the benefit of the doubt. Plus the space-time continuum doesn't allow me to punch myself, so there are things I just have to shake my head at, chuckle and try to forget. I'm sure I'll do it all over again when I'm 32.

A September 1, 2009 update, in the spirit of time-dashing...

• I really appreciate the intentions of raw-food vegans, but I am not meant to be one.
• 2010 will be my year of superficiality. In a good way.
• I love spending full days at home cooking and cleaning. But after two months of it, I begin to break things.
• A year ago this time I was preparing to go to Novi, MI. I really loved that.

I'm ready for my first fall at home since 2006.