portrait of a girl

• Where do the weekends go? Seriously, they go by too fast...and I feel guilty for saying that, because I have no job to look foward to on Monday mornings. I like having this time off to wrap up the last semester of grad school, and when I left my last job in June, it was glorious knowing there was nothing but empty time ahead of me. To tell you the truth, I have no idea where the time went, or what I accomplished in that vast collection of days, weeks, months (I guess I could go through my archives). Everything I didn't accomplish comes to mind (get car fixed, get bike fixed, sew, run, cook every single day, etcetera). I think I might have ADHD when it comes to career preparation - I cannot sit down and write my resume and make the phonecalls I know I have to make - I have absolutely zero focus. The littlest things will distract me; it would seem writing in my blog is ultimately more important than a salary. It's horrific. I need to get with it - perhaps I should develop a blog to stay on track in that department.
  
• Tonight I made a chili and cornbread dinner; I have to admit, it was really good. I love chili. Night cap: hot chocolate.
• I forgot to tell you a "I guess you had to be there" story about Babel. We (the Steve, the Steve's brother & the brother's girlfriend) made it to the theater considerably early for our troop (20 minutes), and one of us was really thirsty for some coffee, so three of us went to the nearby Starbucks for a fix (sidebar: I got my seasonal favorite: a peppermint hot chocolate - can you feel the love tonight?). Then we went back to the theater to watch the movie. I know one cannot bring outside food or drink into the theater. I know. There are two ticket checkpoints in this theater; the first is immediately upon entering. The employee that checks this ticket says one of four things: "upstairs to your left" or "upstairs to your right" or "downstairs to your left" or "downstairs to your right". The employee that was there on this particular night said, "upstairs to your right and finish your coffee before you get into the theater." I obliged with a nod; I was not trying to hold my hot chocolate inconspicuously. I walked toward the staircase and on my first step up, I hear "FINISH YOUR COFFEE BEFORE YOU GO UPSTAIRS" from the same gentleman who just told me seconds before to finish my coffee before I entered the theater. This was so loud a) it echoed in the theater's high-class rotunda, b) caused the yeller to shake violently, and c) could have been defined as "postal." I wanted to cry because it felt like I had just killed a puppy. I didn't cry. Steve immediately became protective and wanted to smack the employee. There was a police officer, however, standing guard and really, there was no time for smacking. So I hurriedly drank my hot chocolate right where I was, and the police officer came over to me and said, "Next time, slide that coffee into your purse." I think he was embarrassed for me - knowing me, I was tomato red. However, I'm not so sure there will be a next time at that stupid theater with a fucking rotunda. Yes, I was wrong to bring the hot chocolate in with me, but am I wrong to want to write a letter expressing my customer service experience? Or is that just what I get? By the way, 3/4 people in our troop heard the man say what I heard him say (finish before you go into the theater), so I do not think there is any question I misheard him. Why did he blow up at me? Fucking asshole.
  
• Oh boy. I am jumping around a lot with this post - I am reading The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. Any of you read it? I was convinced to read this book because of a passionate book talk I heard; it turns out, I don't like it at all, but sooo many people like it, I think there must be something wrong with me for not liking it. Time travel, a librarian, an artist, Chicago - all interesting things that just don't come together how I wish they would. I am totally going to finish it, though. Tell me, if you've read it, what you thought.
  
• I'm wiped.