sometimes life listens 27 May 2008
Back to the blogging roots…a few notes on running:
iMix:
The best is yet to come—michael buble
You know me—the format
Somebody told me—killers
Rebellion—arcade fire
The last time—gnarls barkley
Closer to mercury—wheat
Be gentle with me—the boys least likely to
if you really love me—stevie wonder
Running. I’m happily addicted once again. I don’t know how I was able to take a break from it for so long. (Well, I wasn’t able to really. Winter was rough. Stressed, depressed, back with ex-boyfriend for a while. A dark time. Then along came the spring, and thank God life is turning around.) It’s still the best way to clear my head and feel better about everything in general.
I like running after the rain (aside from the super-steamy feeling). The splashing feet, the smell of wet grass. Downtown Springfield in the rain smells like fishing. At one point like Silver Dollar City…you know, the mixture of pavement and plants and soggy shoes? I did learn a handy tip today: you’re supposed to put newspaper in your shoes after a rainy run. Thanks, google.
Sorry I have been gone for so long, dear readers. What with the semester ending, planning for MSA in June and two weeks in Italy in July, and a couple other big changes that are on the way, I just haven’t had the time to sit down and write. Plus I’m trying to finish many books at once…
- The God of the Small Things (I have to finish this for MSA Reads)
- Eat, Pray, Love (want to read this again before Italy)
- As the Romans Do (obvious reasons)
- Truth in Comedy (being funny is hard work, and I have to take 6 weekends off from performing)
- Donors are People Too (this has a lot to do with the new big changes)
- PLUS skimming all my writing books for good readings/exercises for the class I’m teaching…
AND after the recommendation of multiple friends, I started Twilight, a 500 page teen-romance-horror monster that I can NOT put down.
Suddenly I’m 14 years old again. I giggle at the intensity of this high school romance. And also just can’t believe how intense my feelings used to be. The things you imply as a sixth grader that you have no intention whatsoever of fulfilling… (at least I didn’t, and I still can’t fathom that some twelve year olds DO. DAMN!) This book is just delicious. It’s 500 pages of pure literary junk food, and I’m eating it up.
I honestly love that I get to work at a camp for sixteen year olds this summer, because I KNOW that a large number of them will love it too, and we can chat about it and I can forget for a minute or two that I’m almost 25.
PS it’s going to be a movie…check the trailer, also delicious…
But what are these “big changes” all about, you ask? Well, all in good time, dear reader. There are some important people in my real life who do not know, so I feel like I should tell them first. Plus I have to have some suspense to keep you coming back when I don’t write for 2 weeks at a time…
Let’s just say I’m learning that when you say to life: “I’m open to something new,” sometimes life listens. It’s exciting and challenging and a little scary—as most good new things are.
