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My good ideas come bounding to me.  I don’t look for them; I stumble over them.

I have long dreamed of South America.  Maybe the time has come to realize that dream.

Starting in July, I could find a part time job.  I could work on my thesis, stay here, and save my money.  I would continue to stay through December, finishing up my masters degree, and working as much as I could.

After the holidays, I could go to the country of my choice, take the CELTA course, get a job, and live the life of teaching English.  I wouldn’t make much, but so long as I made enough, it would be okay.

(Don’t ask how my student loans factor in; I’m still figuring that out.)

In the meantime, I could also audit a Spanish class or two at the local community college.  It’s been years since I really used my Spanish, and I am rusty (plus have forgotten much).

I’m not one for waiting and putting off when I get a bee in my bonnet, but I do have to agree with my friends that finishing my degree before running off is a good idea.  Blast responsibilities.

Last night I dreamt that I was at a bluegrass convention with Chris Thile.  We were sitting across from each other at the same table.  But I refused to try to talk to him because I didn’t want to come across as the typical star struck fan.  Why??

I know it was just a dream, but I’m still disappointed.  The way that he plays mandolin…  It’s amazing.  He’s a brilliant musician, and I had the perfect opportunity (honestly, it was a dream, what could go wrong?) and I didn’t take it!

sigh.

I went to my library the other day, to see if I couldn’t check out the next book in the Twilight series.  My mom had only sent me the first one, you know.  It wasn’t available, but I had it put on hold.  On my way out of the library, I decided to peruse the Friends of the Library book store they had…  I found the remaining three Twilight books, and three others, for $20.00.

That said, I have now read the entire Twilight series.  It is a sad thing when I can read a book that is around 700 pages long in one day.  One day that is not even empty, but filled with jury duty and other life necessities.  Easy reading, like I said before.  Yesterday I finished the last book.  And throughout the whole of them, I did continue to laugh at the most inopportune moments.

I’m disappointed at how perfectly everything turned out.  It’s simply not realistic.  Nothing really went wrong, and certainly not permanently wrong.  It’s one of the reasons I could never love this series.  There’s nothing to love; everything and everyone is too one-dimensional.  There’s no character development, there’s no investment.  It’s just a poorly written story that is good for amusement.

Which again is why I promote the Harry Potter series.  Exceptional literature.

Anyway, the worst of this is that I dreamed about Twilight all last night.  It was terrible, and every time I woke up, I was irritated.  But every time I fell back asleep, the dream was waiting for me.

Let that be a lesson to me: do not read bad literature, even just for laughs.

I have a problem.  When I am surrounded by books, especially new-to-me books of the fiction variety, I soon begin to feel as if I have no need for actual people.  I get so immersed in literature that I start forgetting what is real.  I remember when I read My Sister’s Keeper for the first time.  I actually got angry and started talking about how it wasn’t ethical, until my friend asked me if I knew it was just a book…  I assured her I did, but that was merely a cover for the foray into my imagination.

Anyway.  What with my belief that books are friends (and that while I am reading, I forget the characters aren’t real), I stop needing outside interactions.  It can take me a very long time to get tired of only reading and to wish for a human presence.  Literature makes my introversion come out in full force.  And books provide a way in which I feel as if I am getting human interactions while never having a drop of energy taken from me in the exchange.

You can see the dilemma.  It’s not a problem when I’m reading too much non-fiction to be interested in reading fiction.  Then I crave my real-life friends.  But the rest of the time?  You might as well give me up as a lost cause.

I’ll emerge eventually.  Have patience.

I’ve moved.  I wish I didn’t get so stressed out over these things, but I do.  And even though I’m settled in and unpacked, it’s such a new situation (despite being an identical apartment), that I’m still feeling it.  For some reason, I decided to set up my room differently.  I like how it looks, but even that “little” change is something to get used to.  My roommate is, well, she’s not my old roomie (I miss you, roomie!).  It will be quite the adjustment, and she’s not half as particular about things as I am, so that will be interesting.  She’s also much more extroverted than I am, which can be tiring for me, especially when I am already so tired.

I sincerely hope I can find a job that will pay me enough so that I can live on my own.  I desperately want to have my own space.

In other news, Jury Duty is going well.  4 out of 20 days down.  Weekdays, that is.

And I have a friend coming this weekend.  Not many of my friends have come visit me (although, more, I suppose, than I should expect), so I’m always excited when one does.

And finally, swing dancing last night was disappointing.  But at least I went.

I can’t believe I’m admitting this on the internet.  Prepare yourselves.

My mom sent me Twilight (the book) as a joke for our upcoming family vacation to Forks for my 30 Before 30.  I’m a little short on easy reading material at the moment (and in a lack of time to go to the library), so I figured I’d read it.  Even though I always said I wouldn’t.

I read it in one day.

I laughed a lot.  I think I laughed at most of the parts I wasn’t supposed to laugh at.  I can see why teenage girls like it so much: it is written in the same style in which teenagers write and think.  It’s incredibly juvenile in that regard.  I’m having a hard time believing an adult woman wrote this novel, and I confess I feel a bit for her husband and kids if this is what her brain, as an adult, comes up with.  But that isn’t very nice of me.

I certainly wouldn’t say that this is great, or even good, literature.  It’s enjoyable, simple, brainless.  And funny.  But, it does make me want to read the rest.  I want to see how she does it.  How she weaves her web of suspense.  Because the book feels as if she wrote it as she went, without an idea ahead of time of what would happen.  I could be wrong, there is obviously some foreshadowing going on, but so much almost feels like some form of free writing.  (In comparison, consider Harry Potter, which clearly was well-thought out and planned.)

Do I want to read more?  Yes.  Am I ever going to be a true Twilight fan?  No.  I can’t take them seriously.  But they’re great for brainless, summer reading.

I came across a blog recently that I think I really like.  Well, I didn’t really come across it: a friend sent me a link and told me to check it out.

It’s called Good Women Project, which actually made me hesitant at first.  Was this just going to be another blog telling women to submit to men?

Au contraire.  It seems to be a blog designed to help women learn that it’s okay to be women.  I wouldn’t promise that I would like or agree with all of the articles, and it is targeted to a younger audience (18-28), but I think they’re doing good work.  It’s written by Christians, and it’s high time someone started telling Christian women that they have worth, too.

Take some time, give it a look.

Sometimes when you wish for something, you get more than you wished for.  I’ve always wanted to do jury duty, ever since I knew it existed.  And so I’ve hoped and hoped and hoped.  And this time, I got more than I wanted.  I was chosen to serve on the Grand Jury for a month.  A whole, entire month.  Until June 12th, every weekday from 10am-5:30pm.  It’s like having a full time job, but I only get paid $25 a day.

Minuses: Less time to pack & move (this weekend only), to work on my thesis, to job hunt. Being stuck inside a stuffy building.

Pluses: I get paid. (Let’s be honest, I probably wouldn’t have gotten a job that soon ((although you never know!)), so it is nice to have some income.  I’m so poor that it feels like a lot of money.)  I get to learn about the judicial system.  It will probably rain most of the month, so I will be inside not missing the weather.  It ends before my family vacation.  I get to do jury duty!!

All in all, the timing could be better.  But it could also be worse.  So I get to do my civic duty, to help our system keep running.  And I’ll be downtown everyday, so on long breaks I can explore.  I’m finding more and more silver linings.

The weather has been gorgeous.  Continually.  I don’t trust it to stay this way, but I am enjoying it while it lasts!

I got a new-to-me skirt the other day.  It’s cotton and a bright, pea green.  It’s beautiful.  Today I am wearing it with a bright pink tank top.  I feel like a summery watermelon.

Tomorrow I get to report for jury duty.  I want to serve, but I admit I am hoping that, if I do, it would only be for a day.  The timing isn’t great, although that’s my problem because I didn’t think it through when I asked for a deferment.  It’s the third time I’ve been called for jury duty.  The first was while I was in Canada (no-go).  The second I didn’t even get to report as they didn’t need my group.  This one I at least get to go in and be rejected in person, if that is the case.  Here’s hoping they want me!

Wouldn’t you know it, just like clockwork, the day after I finished my finals, I started coming down with a cold.  I didn’t get sick once this entire school year, and now that I’ve relaxed, my body gave in.  Good thing my responsibilities, at the moment, are very light.

The weather has continued to be spectacular, which is delightful.  Unfortunately, all I feel like doing is lying on the couch, reading novels or watching movies.

Anyone want to find me a job?  I need at least $15/hr, and I have no marketable job skills.  That’s not actually true (the second part; the money part is true), but it feels that way.

Ready, Set, Go!