Well, I did it! I mailed in all the necessary paper work and the check for my booth space! A little drama was experienced along the way. I saw that the Association is located right on 9th Ave, not very far from my apartment - I would've felt much better delivering it in person, making sure everything was there and properly done, etc. etc., so I called their number to make an appointment. No answer, so I left a message. Thursday night rolls around and I wait until I know their office is open and call again. No answer. It took them a while to respond to my initial email, so I figured I'd give them one more day to call me back. Friday night arrives, no news from them, so I call and again no one picks up. I don't leave a message. Instead, I grab my papers and traipse on down to their office, which on their message is open every night 6-10pm. I knock on the door several times and wait around 5-10 minutes, hoping someone will answer. No luck. Irritated, I head back home (picking up strawberries, 2 boxes for $3 along the way) to get an envelope and stamp, and on my way out to meet some friends I popped that sucker in the mailbox. Booyah!
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So, I've been incredibly frustrated with Time Warner Cable recently. They keep jacking up my internet bill, and when I call them about trying to get it back down, or at least understand why it keeps getting increased, they transfer me four times. Finally, at least 1/2 hr later, I'm finally talking to someone who kinda seems to know what's going on. Another 20 minutes later, I've heard about their system, and how when I began their services 3 YEARS ago, it was at a promotion price. Ok. Got that. I knew after the initial 12months it would go up. However, every 8-12 months it KEEPS going up - and apparently will keep going up until I'm paying $60/mth for just internet! Waaah?! It's a pretty ridiculous system, and their customer service BLOWS. I was so irritated I was looking around at different providers and hoping to switch. Alas, every where else also seems to have terrible "deals" and "promotions". And did I mention the actual internet has been utter bollocks these past three days and they won't be around until Saturday to give me a new box? They said they'd pro-rate the day it wasn't working - so they better not charge me for this entire week, seeing as how only Facebook works. I try to use pinterest, check my email, watch my tv shows, update my sites, yadda yadda ya - nothing. It's constantly not connecting and is soooo frustrating. Saturday afternoon can't come fast enough.
Do you know what's exciting? Life. New ideas. New projects. Learning awesome songs. Having good auditions. Having a wonderful little cat. Having an amazing roommate that tolerates the little cat when he's not so wonderful. Food and all the myriad of creations to be invented. Color changing lights. Dancing. Hot chocolate. Art. Adventures - in new countries and around town.
Do you ever get the restless urge to do something but can't? Like today - it's a crappy, gloomy, rainy day out, and I just really want to write. Problem is - no inspiration. About what should I even write? I want to write another article for Quarter Life Daily but don't know on what topic to discourse. I was reading through some articles I wrote for them and they were good. Very good. Better than anything I've written in quite some time. It's so easy for me to flesh out a topic, but it's finding the idea, the germ of inspiration, that's got me buggered right now. So, instead of writing something with weight and worth, I'm here blathering about not knowing about what to write. Good times. smh.
Well, in lieu of anything of note, I'll expound on food. Because I love food. And there are still several PFC recipes I have yet to share with you, dear readers. Dear readers, in a gesture of full disclosure, let me share with you that I fell off the Gluten Free Wagon last night. I could kick myself. I was so close to going a whole month without gluten!!! Ah well. Que Sera Sera. It happened like this.
If you've been following me on the Book of Face, you already are aware how severe this illness has struck me. If you're not on FB, following my every random post, let me assure you, it's been a doozy. I can't remember the last time I was this sick. There was that time when I was super little and on vacation and got a throat infection that made me puke every twenty minutes. That was...less than fun. Thankfully I didn't throw up at all with this virus. I did have a fever for a hot second, but it quickly petered out. After the first two days of extreme body pain, it went into my nose and throat, then into my chest and gave me this ridiculously awful cough for another two days that gave me a serious ab workout. I still have a bad cough, but it doesn't wrack my entire body. It's got the hollow, phlegmy feel to it. Joy.
I was going to start this post off by talking about how my brother used to call me "Victorian Frail" when I was a youngster because I was so often sick, and that I've finally kicked that namesake because I haven't felt this great in as long as I can remember - probably because of the new diet. And then...I got sick...Which really, really sucks.
My ballroom teacher would often remind me "Don't sweat the small stuff" followed up with, "It's all small stuff." This saying always used to irritate me, and make me smile. I think when you're young (and I'm not saying I'm decrepit, by any means, though I've never been so old before) everything has a sense of immediacy - your whole world (or day, at least), can revolve around one thing that you think is so mountainous. And while I am still like that to a certain extent, as I get older I think I'm having an easier time seeing the "small stuff". I still have the "big picture" of my plans/goals/desires, but really, I'm not sure I'll ever really "get there" - because everything is just a little step along the way, and it's a journey that has no finite end like I used to imagine.
I can't believe I'm 22. The magical year of youth is over. Now what? Silly it may seem, but I feel old. How did that happen? No more birthdays to look forward to, no huge milestones to hit. Well, I may throw myself a golden birthday when I'm 30 or 33 since I was jipped 'cause mine was when I turned 3. But still.
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