Purple Tinted Glasses

(I guess my titles aren’t making much sense lately.)

I want you to close your eyes for a moment and pretend. We have fast forwarded to Monday morning. You’ve had your cup of coffee, you’re checking email, you’re bummed that the weekend’s over. Happy Birthday Em!

Ok. Now we’re back to Sunday night and the LNK has just participated in a day full of brunches, music, sun, beer and crawfish bread. I’m wiped. The last stop of our Jazzfestifities was the New Orleans Bingo Show. I’m hooked. I can’t wait to go see them in a non-fest showing. My favorite part: Clint’s nifty little music maker (that sounds a little like bzzz bzz bzz bzzz bzzz bzz bzz bzzz…but much cooler, which I found out upon further investigation is some kind of child’s saw). Apparently, this outing will also require some kind of costuming, which makes me even more excited.

I just came to a recent revelation. Occasionally I will have to miss out on some things and it won’t be the end of the world. In fact, it will be much better for my mental and physical health. I’m sure the rest of the crew went on to do something fabulous. As for me, it was a hot shower, clean sheets, my laptop for a bit and then b-e-d. Hopefully before 10:30. I guess it depends on how much Harry Potter I want to make it through tonight.

On another note:
It was a week ago today that the black team took a hard loss to the white team in our championship bout (Spy vs. Spy). We were up most of the game and played our hearts out and worked together, but alas, the last couple of jams turned the tide and the white team beat us. Again. Except this time, they got to take home the golden skate.

It was this game that I received my first ever fish net rink rash. It was the coolest marking ever (and apparently “hot”). That is until I tried to go to sleep with an oozing bottom and a shot of pain to go with that. It’s much better now. I bet I’ll think twice about letting someone knock me ass first into the crowd next time.

What a wonderful feeling. To finish things, that is. I’m on a roll tonight.

So far I’ve managed to:

1. Balance my checkbook. I guess this isn’t that great of an accomplishment. I’ll just have to do it again in about 30 days. Though this was the first time this year I managed to make time for personal accounting.
2. Finish laundry. This one is even less valuable, seeing as how I will just have to do this again
in approximately 7 days. (For those of you who don’t know, I loathe laundry. Hate it. Wish it would just do itself or materialize.)

3. Watch the end of Arrested Development Season 2. So I guess this one doesn’t really qualify as finishing something to the end either. I still have season 3 to watch. But At least I can give Allen his dvds back.

4. Finish reading So Long and Thanks for All the Fish. Great little story, part of the larger, The Ultimate Hitchhikers Guide by one Mr. Douglas Adams. I also finished Young Zaphoid Plays it Safe (of the same Guide), but I guess that story was only 10 pages long. Yes, technically there is still one more book left, Mostly Harmless, but I must move on to bigger things for now.

I have been told to put my Hitchhiker’s journey on hold (yes, with only one book left) and move on immediately to none other than Harry Potter. I haven’t read book one yet. I guess it’s about time I give in to pop culture. I have a cheering section now (more like a rowdy crowd of secretaries, IT folks, and computer nerds – collectively, the LNK) urging me to read up.

The plan: Read book one. Watch movie one. Read book two. Watch… well you get the picture. I am to be prepared for the newest movie (I forget whether it’s 5 or 6 at this moment) before it reaches theaters.

I hear they’re easy reads. We should all know though, before The Ultimate Hitchhikers Guide, I was averaging > 1book a year. I started my little journey right after Mardi Gras. Maybe I’ll multi task this weekend and enjoy some Jazz Fest and some read fest at the same time.

For now, bed. I’m tired (even after my lovely mid-evening nap). If it weren’t for practice tomorrow, I’d sleep until noon.

Other things I’ve technically finished tonight: Left over sushi (from lunch), a glass of wine (but I didn’t finish the bottle… once again, guess it doesn’t count), the work week, and this blog.

From a word document dated Wednesday, March 15, 2006:

My bliss is gone,
For now at least.
Evidence rolls down my cheek.

And some how, as the song says, “You always find a way to keep me right here waiting”.

I’m not as strong as you think I am.

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Amazing.

I used to not understand. Then one day the world decided to come around full circle and opened my eyes for me.

You can’t control who you fall in love with. It just happens. You can’t force yourself on someone else, it just won’t work. You can’t force someone else on you, no matter how right it might feel at the time. You can’t be angry with the one that steals the one you love away. You might be stealing someone away yourself. You can’t be angry with the one who just won’t love you back because, somewhere out there, there’s someone willing to love you back just as you are.

I’ve finally seen it all. Or at least, everything I needed to see to understand my path for the last couple of years. It’s amazing how long ago some things seem and how much these things consumed my life and my thoughts. This is all starting to sound so cliché, but maybe the only reason it seems so silly is because up until now I was so naïve in a sense, lacking in experience.

And by the way, I’m stronger now than you would ever think possible.

I was a bit behind schedule today, but I couldn’t resist. I believe it was Zephyrus that was messing with my mind as I rode my bike to work this morning (for the third time now). I keep thinking that it will get a little easier than the time before.

Yesterday I didn’t help, wearing blue jeans and these cute little (extremely unstable) brown shoes. Today, I picked out a sensible arrangement of a black tank top (the shirt to go over it later neatly tucked into my bag), skirt (with biking shorts) and my airwalk chuck wannabes.

I think no matter what I do, I will be sweating uncontrollably by the time I get my desk. But as some of you know, my office is a meat locker, and it should only take a few minutes to bring the temperature back down.

It’s funny to think, the first time I rode to work (merely, last Monday), all I could think was: Oh, what the hell did I get myself into! Now I rather enjoy my morning and afternoon rides. Let’s see how long it lasts.

p.s.
my bike :-)

…in my building, radiating from a little heater under my desk.

I guess what I mean is, I finally have a real blog! Now I just have to figure out what to do with it. I’ve managed to neglect my old one due to content restrictions that I began to enforce on myself (seeing as how my myspace page has become overrun with the growing popularity of my extra curricular activities).

Can I be just as witty when it comes to writing about something to do with nothing instead of recounting recent Mollys sitings or derby fiascos?

We shall see.