Climbin up on Mission Hill, I could see the city lights. Wind was blowing, time stood still...

September is definitely the beginning of the year.  I don't care what the calendar says, everyone knows that the year turns around in the fall.  My roommates and I are finally moved into our crazy awesome new apartment.  We have been saying "next year, when we live together" since we decided to live together back in February, and we continued to say it well into August.

"Hey, next year, lets make sure we get cable."

"Yeah, cable's good.  Do we have to call in advance?"

"For next year?"

"We move in twelve days."

"Shit."

This is next year.  We have entered the 2011/2012 school year, and have to use both numbers for no reason that I can think of.  Try and think of something, besides the date, that feels new in January. 

So for my actual New Year's Resolution?  Well, I resolve to be better with money, more responsible with my time, and never late to work.  I'm not going to resolve to lose weight or dress better, because I hardly care how I dress and I'm gonna be the size I'm gonna be.  Those are the kinds of resolutions that people make when they are, say, four months into the year and depressed about snow.  Like in December.

On a kind of related note.  My apartment is amazing. If I hadn't broken my digital camera, I would post pictures right now of the view from my back porch. It's not just that you can majorly see the city lights and the unbearably beautiful Mission Hill church steeples, but there is also a lost-boys-in-neverland (the mythical place, not the ranch) kind of network of back porches that we are a part of.  You can literally gently toss a rock onto about seventeen other back porches full of other kids in their twenties who like to hang out on porches.  Our neighbors go out there and play the banjo at night. And whoever is playin is not bad at all.  We also discovered that 1: our predecessors left a giant leather couch on our back porch, that is non-gross and totally intact, and 2: they also left a can with thick string through the bottom hanging over the railing, which they presumably used to communicate with the people downstairs.  Rufio would be proud of our setup. 

My bedroom has built-in drawers and shelves, and a big gorgeous stained glass window.  Plus four regular windows. There are so many old details about the place, it's amazing. And ENORMOUS. I'm in love. Can't wait till I have some furniture in it.

Happy New Year everyone.  As soon as we have a blender, feel free to come join me for a new year's celebration with magaritas on the porch couch on The Island (which, btw, is the name of our apartment).


If you need to find me, try heading for the second star on the right, and straight on till morning.

If only I could also watch Trail Football this season...

It's back-to-school time, everyone can feel it.  We're all stocking up on supplies, working on our figures, revamping our wardrobes and getting ready to learn new things.

Except, oh wait!, I graduated this year. Like an idiot.

The smell of freshly sharpened pencils is getting me nostalgic (not that I've used pencils in class since about 2003) and I have this crazy desire to buy a backpack with dinosaurs on it (which I never wanted as a child).  Back to school is just about the coolest most exciting part of September, and I hate to think of myself as not being a part of it.


Perhaps, then, it's not a coincidence that I'm starting my new job this week, and just *had* to get new work shoes for the occasion.  For the record, those of you in the service industry, get Dansko professional clogs...

If only you'd been an English teacher...

I am, even after four years of it, astounded by how many people say that my major was a waste of my education.  I am a proud English major, bibliophile, and appreciator of literature.  I read the words of the great people who have gone before us, and I figure out what they were trying to leave us with. 

More importantly, to me at least, I study literature to be close with my loved ones.