Mmm. Nothin’ says “maturity” like a big bowl of Cap’n Crunch at half-past midnight. I’ve been having a hard time feeling hungry at all lately. I realized as I was sitting here burning CDs for my car music collection, that all I’ve eaten today is one mini-chimichanga and a granola bar. That’s it. And I’m not even hungry. I decided I needed to eat *something* though, so it might as well be yummy. Like Cap’n Crunch. But, apart from being yummy, it’s also just easy to eat. No prep work involved, only one dirtied-dish.
So. Like I said, I’ve been spending my evening preparing my CD collection for whilst I’m in the car. I got a lovely silver CD case with 24 empty slots in it, and I intend to fill every one of them with audio CDs burned from my Mp3 collection. I’m having great fun naming them. My favorite so far is from the classical collection: “Bat Out Of H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks,” featuring the Ride of the Valkyries. :-) Also, there’s the “Lounge Act” cd, with artists such as the sultry Etta James, and the cat-like Eartha Kitt.
I’m thinking of planning another trip to Vegas. I know, I know, it’s crazy. I just went last month. BUT, I have my reasons. I’m just not going to talk about them here. :-P This time, I’ll probably leave on or around March twenty-first, and come back who-knows-when. I’ll have to be back some time before April 10th, of course, since that’s when I’ll be leaving for England. I figured out a way to get a free airline ticket to Vegas, and thanks to a friend, I got a really good deal on a hotel. Even cheaper than last time! I think I can pull off the whole trip for under $250. I can handle that without jeopardizing anything.
Man, I’m slow tonight. Only three paragraphs later and it’s already one in the morning.
Uni is really worrying me again. I haven’t heard a thing from Courtauld even though my application was reviewed several weeks ago. Robert says that’s a good sign, that if they had already decided against me I would have heard something, but not hearing anything means that they’re still in the process of deciding. But I don’t know. Maybe I’m just being pessimistic, but I don’t see it happening. And that’s what’s worrying me. I don’t have a back-up plan. Not to say I haven’t *looked* for a back-up plan. I’ve spent ages looking for one of those, just can’t find one. Well, I take that back. I have loads of back-up plans; the problem is that all of them are more of a stretch than the original. :-) I dream too much. It’s to the point where the ordinary doesn’t interest me at all, I need pizzazz, I need something exciting, or I’m just dead bored. I can’t imagine a life where I mean nothing to a very large group of people. I don’t want to be one of those people who works in a large company, another faceless person in a crowd of uniforms, who then goes home to their carbon-copied suburban house. They eat the meatloaf, they read the paper, they sleep. Then they repeat the same pattern the next day.
I don’t mean there’s anything wrong with that. It’s a respectable life; it’s a good life. But I can’t imagine living that myself. I want someone to say when I die that I did something substantial, something *really* important for the world as a whole. Where can I find a back-up plan for that?
Sigh. I need more Cap’n Crunch. :-)
Okay, I know that sounds depressing, but I don’t think I’m really that depressed over it. More frustrated than anything else. The problem is, I know geographical places where I want to be, but that’s based on the people I know that live there. But everywhere I go, there will always be someone else I miss greatly, always someone else I want to see as often as possible.
Oh yeah, I was going to give you the report of what I’ve been up to. Okay, here goes. :-)
I’m not a person who likes living in a mess. Certainly not obsessive compulsively clean, I just like everything organized so I can get to things. My bedroom was the antithesis to this. It was literally one “organized” pile. There were things crammed in corners, boxes piled up underneath my desk, and clothes strewn about the floor because I literally had no place to put them. I *hated* it. I knew that somewhere amongst the heaps of things I had really amazing art books, a great collection of fiction, some art glass that I hadn’t seen in years; a really nice collection that I couldn’t even get to. I decided that since I’ll be having house guests shortly, I’d better get my room into shape. Enough was enough.
I spent a week reorganizing my room, and I also spent a great deal of money. I went to Ikea twice, bought two armoires, a chest of drawers, and a load of shelves. I pulled *everything* out of the corners, even the dark scary places, and started organizing. Guess what! I can actually see my floor again! *Everything* is clean, organized, displayed, and easily accessible. I’m so proud of myself.
Because I had to buy furniture on a budget, I couldn’t buy antiques that would go with my room’s theme of A British Gentleman Goes to India (circa late 1800s). Ikea specializes in modern-on-a-budget furniture, so that’s what I went with. I swapped the theme of my room for a more updated look, something that would serve me better. I’m now sitting in what a museum would look like if it were run by Starbucks. Deep, rich colors, somewhat modern furniture, interesting artifacts, and loads of books. I can even hang my paintings up now! One whole wall is nothing but paintings, I hid another painting underneath some shelves, and even found a place to display some photography.
Overall, I’m very pleased with it. Additionally, I can’t believe the fortune in books I found! I had completely forgotten about half of my art-book collection, I found some really expensive textbooks underneath my bed, and I was finally able to bring up my children’s literature collection from downstairs. I love being surrounded by books, I missed having them around. Now I can easily pull something off the shelf whenever I feel like it.
That was part of what I’ve been up to for the past week. But of course, knowing me, that wasn’t enough to keep me busy. No, no, I had to take on even more projects. I still hadn’t finished the guest room because I still needed to make a headboard for the bed. Finally finished that today. It was a long-drawn out process. I’m not going to try and describe it, I’ll just take pictures tomorrow. But it’s done. Only thing left now is to put the duvet cover on the bed, and put the curtains up. Then it’s *done*!
That wasn’t enough, either. :-) I’ve been unhappy with my bathroom for two years. When we decorated it, all we did was slap up one very bad coat of paint from a gallon of light Tiffany Blue that we found in the garage. It looked horrific. I wanted to change it, and having house guests over was just the motivation I needed to get it going. Plus, it needed to be organized too, as there were way too many things laying about. I already had the cabinets I needed to organize it, I just hadn’t put them up yet.
Back I went to Home Depot to buy even more paint. This time I picked out a beautiful deep red from the Ralph Lauren collection. I love that man’s choice of colors. It probably sounds a bit dark for a small bathroom, but trust me, it’ll work. And it will look fabulous, darling, fabulous. I just painted the ceiling today (just a light beige – had some goobers to cover up), and tomorrow I’ll start in on the red walls. I was going to start earlier, but I got a bit sick over the weekend. In fact, I’m still sick, so I probably shouldn’t be painting. But what the hey, why not? It’s more productive than just moping around, lamenting feeling crappy.
So that’s what I’ve been up to. Loads and loads of reorganizing in one way or another. But now my room is done, the guest room’s inches away from completion, and the bathroom has to be done by Saturday night. Why? Cause Jeremy’s flying in, and I’m sure he’ll appreciate not having to climb over paint cans to brush his teeth. :-)
This has gone on far too long, but now I feel better that I’ve reported on my goings-on over the past week and a half. Now I’m tired, though. Don’t think I’ll go to bed. Why? No clue, just cause. :-)
