Last night I went to this crazy theater festival thrown in my city. It's run by an old friend that I haven't spoken to in a while. Performances were awesome; the company, great. Until mingling about the clowns, the freaks, the glass-walking/glass-jumping lady, and spectators, I spot my friend. We spoke, had a laugh, met his wife...and then for some dumb reason I mention things that indirectly touch on the most taboo topic. In this bone-headed (albeit, totally innocent!) move, the energy surrounding the conversation immediately deflated. AND THEN, in an attempt to recover, I ask about certain people that just ended up insinuating an involvement on my part -- which would be completely untrue. 

 

Yeah, yeah, I'm on an online dating site. I wish I could chalk it up as a mere social experiment (the idea of composing what is essentially, a dating resume, and what kind of attention your resume might elicit, and more importantly, from what kinds of folks, and how they, in turn, sell themselves, and so on and so forth). However, I did manage to put my pride aside and sincerely consider that communicating online is...well, valid. If friendships can be easily formed via common-interest words, why couldn't said relationship evolve into..hugs and kisses?
 
If it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out. I do not have my hopes up, and in fact, look forward to going on an awkward date where I take in my surroundings and may be forced to think that feigning diarrhea is the only possible way OUT.
 
I have not yet met anyone -- but I sure hope I have interesting stories to chronicle when I do, come the New Year.

When shit hits the fan (for example, my hard drive crashing and wiping out
EVERYTHING. Things of note: photos from Morocco, my best broadcasting
clip, and my entire music library) I need to consider Good Things About
This Week, otherwise I turn into such a little sad-sack, it's pathetic. I
did have my time to wallow in self-pity, but I obviously need to move on
because there's nothing I can do to recover...(sob)....those documents.
(scheiss, scheiss, scheiss)

SO:

1) Obama. I really needn't say more, and there is nothing else I can really add that hasn't been said already. I just wish I was able to contribute one way or another to what will now go down in history. However I am certainly content with just being excited to see what's to come...a relief, really, after the mortifying thought of Palin being in the White House.

2) German class. I've already forgotten a lot, and I didn't know too much to begin with...so this helps. And I just love the language so much.

3) Surviving Crossfit. I mean, I'm still a buttercup in this whole workout, but that doesn't mean it doesn't
hurt like a MOTHER.

4) Meeting up with one of my close friends from Munich in LA for NYE.

5) Another girlfriend, who I met in Munich too but is from Lyon, will be doing an internship in Lasalle, Quebec sometime in the new year. I know it's not exactly the closest city to me, but she'll be hopping over the big pond and into my country! It's funny though; when I visit her, she will have to show me around, and translate for me...in my own country. It is a shame French was never mandatory here.

6) A friend sent me the cutest package from London. A mixed CD (thank god, as I don't have any of my....*sound of my heart cracking a wee bit* music), a pocket book, and these beaded bracelets I had left behind.

7) Work has been pretty busy this week. It's great; I like busy.

8) Am excited to meet a buddy I haven't seen since I left for Germany, for drinks right after work tomorrow.

9) Knowing that Jenn will be stopping by this weekend!

10) Having a warm knee-length jacket, so I can still wear stockings and boots, and be ok. Plus, this time of the season means evening ice skating and hot chocolate in Olympic Plaza soon, and Christmas.

The week isn't even over yet!

LG,
Erika

 

I hate feeling insufficent, ordinary, unintelligent, etc, etc.

Today, I needed that dash of Spectacular, and what do I do? I spend close to $300 on a pair of shoes. But I love them. Good enough for a corporate work-day, but unique enough to defy that monotonous uniform of this city's concrete jungle. It's a passive-aggressive thing.

Today, I also had to resist the urge to validate my own sexual demeanor by coming onto a guy that, well, ages really well. I don't need that validation. I may have, once upon a time when I didn't know better...aber nicht mehr. I suppose it has also been a while since...Stockholm.

Today was also an odd day at work, but Here is not the right forum to discuss any of that.

LG,

It might be a bit too sappy for some. It might be a bit too French for others.

Whatevs.

 

 

 

 

Yech! Eek! Bleh!

Supposed to be studying now, but can't. Supposed to be researching things, but can't. Supposed to be writing these articles for work, but, wait for it, can't. Something very private (ok, not that private) was on a public forum for several hours or so. Ach! Blergh! Egad!

Trying to not think about it is not making it go away. So perhaps directly addressing it will?

goawaygoawaygoaway.

I should just go back home and settle in for some mindeless Sunday night TV. One of the CSIs should be on, no?