Porcupine in my side...

today was a rather different day. i swung from mood to mood as quickly as a metronome set at 100. at least, that is what i felt like.

i woke up this morning feeling bored. 9 am and already bored! so i stayed in bed until 10:30. when i got out of bed we had tea and croissants for breakfast. then i vaccumed upstairs and downstairs--a chore i loathe to the core of my being. when i buy my first house or apartment or town home or what have you, i will make absolutely certain that there is no carpet. the level of my abhorrence is considerable. then i showered and readied myself for the guests that were to be over.

come 3:45 i had to leave the little get-together to go to work. i got there and everyone seemed to know about my huge sale the night before. i got certificates from my manager to be spent in the store and plenty of acknowledgement. i sung into giddiness. then i see all the people milling around the store and i swing into dread. i walk around asking people if they've been helped and they say "yes", leaving me with little opportunity to prove that i can consistently sell merchandise. i swung to disappointment and some irritation. then a stray piece of furniture is found by the register missing a section. i explain that a man the night before wanted another one of the same piece because that one was damaged. the manager gave me this look and asked me where the damage was. it was apparent that he, and another sales associate was vexed. i swung into mulishness. so i busied myself with minor, mindless tasks like cleaning things and setting furniture right and putting objects in the right places. i ended on an amused note when the manager left and only the other funny sales associates were there with me. now that i've writ this i don't know why i did so. its stupid and mindless.

ah well. i feel drained. i shall forget that i ever went on this tangent.

Bunburying

yesterday i purchased two books to amuse myself, which i do often since i am a veritable bookworm. one was The Hounds of the Morrigan by pat o'shea, and the other was a collection of plays by oscar wilde.

"The Importance of Being Earnest", which is the first of the wilde plays that i read is....outrageously absurd and....disagreeable. it is a mixture of witticisms that i do not find funny at all, and wisdoms that no longer apply and have lost their validity. the dialogue seems to run unorganized, full of fancies that seem abrudpt and opinions that are randomly included. rather, course planning, it there was any at all. the writing is...exceptional, when it comes to the language and style, but the plot and everything else i cannot like. the entire play is like a sporadic cinema of fancies, opinions, witticisms, and wisdoms that have no real art in them. its like listening to babbling conversation. granted, the chaos adds to some of the humor.

so far, The Hounds is...tolerable. the humor has not touched me as of yet, though critics say it is a funny book. but perhaps i should wait, i have only reached the third chapter. i fear that the writing is a little immature for me. i have become accustomed to a more mature style. but then again it is a children's book...

i shall stop before someone skewers me about these book reviews...

whoosh!!!

what an overwhelming day!!

i recently started my very first job on july 7th. today i got my second paycheck and it is the most money i have ever owned in my entire life!!! well, owned for myself alone, money i earned, not gifts from relatives. this money is truly mine!! i nearly spent my entire lunch break staring at the sum. mind you, its not a lot to anyone of consequence, but it is a lot to me!! and i earned it!!! and its all mine!!!!!!

then just before i was to get off work today, i encountered a customer. i helped them as best as i could and they ended up buying 3,000 dollars worth of merchandise!!! such a big sale for me!! i won't get commission for it, but its still worth a lot. and its good to prove my worth since i'm new and untried. and the customer was pleased with my patience and gave me a 20 dollar tip in addition. i hope all goes well with the followup on that transaction.

and then, i get home check my email and find that today is my one year anniversary of posting at Good Discussion on the Harry Potter boards. this too might not mean anything to anyone of consequence, but its like a rush of feel-good sweetness. a natural high if you will, and better, because it reminds me of all the hard-work and friends i have done and met.

a rather agreeable day to say the least.

archives

a wave of nostalgia hit me when i read a post at another site written by one of my old...friends.  she used to come to the site often and started this thread that has given me much solace over the months.  and then she disappeared for a year.

well, she's come back, only it seems that she no longer has time for the things she used to do.  she seems disinterested in the thread she began and has almost forgotten about it.  she is traveling the world.  does traveling the world really do that to people?  they forget what they once enjoyed in favor of grander things?

i've always wanted to live in britain for a bit, probably as an exchange student, but now i wonder--if this plan of mine every takes place--whether i will forget my roots and the old things i used to cherish.

...and all the king's horses and all the king's men...

sometimes i wonder if something lost is lost forever.  for some people, this is true, but is it true for me?

i perused my bookshelf again today and noticed that many of the novels i used to enjoy have fallen from grace.  i feel caught inbetween ages, like who i once was and who i am becoming have been forgotten and i don't know what i am about.  the things i once gloried in...have lost some of their artifice.

but this time i realize it.  when i changed earlier, i didn't realize it until later, when i looked back at how i used to write and what i used to think about and how i used to look.  so much of me has altered that i sometimes wonder if i will stay the same for more than three years.

will stop by later

[is thinking]

i never realized that the text in the sample blogs was posted in latin and greek.  or, rather, a parody of greek.  i wish i could have translated it better, but hopefully i'll grow more proficient when i start classes again.

i wonder if this new form of immortalizing my thoughts will serve me as well as my notebook or pink pages.  although, i'm sure, i would be reluctant to post my thoughts here when my nails become unbearable.

this one's just for me now.  no one will post here, except perhaps those who stumble upon this blog and wish to comment.  perhaps, i may post some of my roaring cascades here and conjure an opinion...

and now!  to explore!