Friday, August 28, 2009

never stand between the reservation and the corporate banks

SO

plans for the next two weeks:

1. Pay rent + mediacom bill
2. Put down deposit for cruise, discuss more details with travel agent
3. clean house due to imminent parental arrival on the 5th
4. Keep going to my job.
5. read more books, because lord knows I don't yet read enough
6. do something about the four empty water bottles sitting next to my computer for no reason whatsoever
7. have incredibly complicated daydreams about winning the lottery, but never actually buy a lottery ticket because a. you never win and b. Jason would probably blow a gasket...
8. try to stop sweating so darn much. Why is it so hot? WHY?

Apparently the temp is supposed to drop like nearly forty degrees between Sunday morning and Monday morning. I am looking forward to this. IT NEEDS TO BE FALL NOW. I dislike heat. And I hate humidity.

WHY am I moving to south carolina again?

Oh wait, yeah, there's people there I like. People with air conditioning.

Jason and I were randomly trolling apartment rental sites based in greenville sc and I kept asking why no one was mentioning if they had air conditioning or not, and Jason replied, "Because in South Carolina, air conditioning is part of basic living conditions."

Monday, August 24, 2009

Things I Need to Do

I find myself randomly trolling apartment-renting websites for Greenville, SC. Or looking at the monster.com ads. There's no point, there's no way I would be starting the job hunting process this far in advance, but I do like to dream. Current focus of dreams: printing company or publishing company. They've got to have printing companies down south, right? Maybe they need someone to color in the little pictures...

But as much as I'm actually kind of enjoying my job, I don't want to do this when I get to SC. It's definitely the kind of job that can burn you out fast, and I don't really want to get there.

Parents coming to visit Labor Day weekend... I'm hoping they're be able to stay for more than one day? Who knows.

Just gonna drink my coffee and get ready for work, I suppose.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Macomb to McLean

I drive east on 136
on crumbling asphalt
roads twist
and turn

around and through
those small towns;
could be any small town
peeling siding, broken porches

unmowed lawns whose weeds pray
for another day of rain
up one small hill, barely a rise at all
you don't even feel the fall as you head down

into the last remnants of
the great forests
that kept the land secret
before along came saws to tear down the trees

plowed into the hills
we called the land conquered
for the sake our Manifest Destiny
claimed it was only waiting for us to arrive

The old trees reach for each other
over the bits of road I drive on
like prisoners reaching
for contact through the bars

The fields stretch endless to the horizon
my heart leaps, my veins beat
this is the world I know most
this is the land I love best

old farmhouses with barns out back
precarious lean, losing paint
a woman shades her eyes
to see if she recognizes this stranger's car

the road straightens out
bored teenagers speed past me
looking for any way out
of these stretching fields

I don't go fast on this old highway
there is simply too much to see here
I settle into the old rhythm
driving to a house that is no longer

home.