Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Burn out

1. Facebook
I think I'm getting kinda burned out on Facebook. It seems all I do is glance at the status updates, which are, admittedly, usually pretty funny; then I comment on a few statuses (stati?); then I check my inbox. I don't really get into all those applications like where you pass beers or get fish for your cove or whatever, so I have about 846 of those sitting in cyberspace. I should click "Ignore," but I fear that would be rude. Would it?

2. Work
I'd rather eat melamine than read that damned article one more time. It's been altered and adulterated by people the world over. Thank god my name's not on it. And the data-entry aspects of the job pretty much lost their luster on Day 2 of the job. So I'm sick of work. It's possible that this whole sickness is connected to #3, though...

3. Cold weather/no sunlight
If it's possible to be burned out on snow, then that's what I am. I need sunlight. I need warm temps. I want it to be 70 year-round. Perhaps I'm just already pre-adjusting to California or something, but I'm cranky in this snowy sleety weather. I miss wearing shorts. I hate scraping ice off my windshield every morning; it's a pain. I want to drive with my windows down and the wind in my hair! (ooh, I just had a brief happy moment!)

4. State College
Definitely pre-adjusting to not being here on this one, and I should probably stop it. I have a bad habit of living in the future world of "when _____ happens." My life has been a matter of waiting and seeing for about five or six years now. First it was waiting for Kat to get into grad school, then it was waiting for her to pick a school, then it was waiting to move, then waiting for her to graduate. Now it's waiting for Matty's job applications/interviews process. (And don't think I haven't noticed that the pronouns and names in that little list do NOT include "I," "me" or "my." Don't get all shrinky on me. Just listen to me complain, okay?) (Wow, I think some bitchiness just occurred inside those last paratheses. Sorry about that. Parentheses are obviously the tools of the devil.)
The good thing is that I'm waiting for something that will vastly improve my life and my outlook. Moving out of this beautiful but kinda hellish place will be a gift from the universe, believe me. This town is tiny, and it's very conservative. I long to live in or near a big city where there's diversity of all kinds. Small-town life is just not for me. So I have to be contented with waiting; it's only a matter of months now.

Okay--bitching session over. Feel free to go back to what you were doing.

P.S. -- See? I couldn't have done this on Facebook. Or at least in any way I know how to use Facebook.


CDP said...

First of all, I demand that you retract the ridiculous statement about God's gift to punctuation, the parenthesis. Sheesh. And I had no idea that you were moving! Good for you, I've only been to SC one time, and it's the proverbial nice place to visit. And now you have something to blog about!

dguzman said...

CDP--nope, no way. I just use dashes--obviously--when I want to parenthetically say something. Dashes are far easier to type, and they're a clear "Fuck you!" to correct punctuation usage, though not in any identifiable cite-able way.
I'll only be moving to California if Matty gets the Sonoma State job. Which I think he will. He's the perfect fit. Cross your fingers for us.

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

I'm telling you girl, come see us in the mountains and it'll give you a new lease on life. It may not be sunny and 70 here yet but it's still damn beautiful.

Randal Graves said...

The key is to use multiple dashes -- two is the bare minimum -- multiple times -- the multiplicity of multiplication -- once upon a time someone killed grammar -- there was a bloody corpse -- no, it wasn't Zombie Reagan -- oh, the horror.

70° year round? You're are mad! Ice is nice! Laszlo buddy!

FranIAm said...

You already know I loves me some facebook... we can agree to disagree on that one.

I personally can't wait for you to get out of there and begin your life for real.

At that point I will bug you if you are talking about someone other than yourself. For now- bitch away!

Liberality said...

I tried Facebook at the insistence of my niece who invited me on. I lasted a whole day before I said no way, I just don't get that shit at all. Yeah ice on the windshield sucks. Hope Matty gets what he's after, and you too.

enc said...

I'm sorry to hear you're burnt out. I guess a break would help, wouldn't it? And I'm going to risk being shrinky, and suggest you spend some time on thinking about what YOU want.

I have some of those silly apps in my Facebook page, and I ignore the vast majority of them. Except for Lil' Green Patch, and I don't even really know what that is.

dguzman said...

Monkey, I'm taking you up on that in the new year. Get your floor/couch ready!

Randal--I knew you'd have the perfect comment---and I wasn't disappointed.

Fran--I love you!

Lib--thank you!

Enc--I have been trying to keep a journal, just to make myself be mindful of what I want, how I feel, etc.--that helps. And "Li'l Green Patch" kinda sounds funny, doesn't it? In a sexy weird kinda way.

Anonymous said...

No wonder you're feeling burnt out!

Karen Zipdrive said...

I hate Facebook and the zillions of weird invites I get every week to join in the "fun."
I still don't see what it's for, except to invade everyone's privacy.