Another day, another dollar

Kind of. Not really the same with a volunteer position.

In some ways, I REALLY need to get my shit together. In other ways, my shit is more together than it's ever been. Make sense?

I made a list recently of things I wish I could say to people in my life, but can't for various reasons. Remember when people used to post that kind of stuff to their blog, but cleverly leave out names so no one knew which one applied to them? That was really stupid. If you have something to say publicly (or privately) to someone, do it. Otherwise, keep it for your journal.

Then again, I probably shouldn't have written it in the journal at all. I probably should have just said it to the people themselves. There goes that soapbox.

Many, many things can be fixed by: 1) Turning it off and on; 2) making sure it's plugged in; 3) duct tape; and/or 4) a Sharpie. For everything else, there's Mastercard.

Talent doesn't matter if you don't show up. That was a big realization I had this week -- seems basic, but it was kind of a breakthrough for me.

The PedEgg is amazing and really does work. However, and trust me on this one, it is one of the most disgusting beauty products you can possibly buy.

It's incredible how unaware I can be of the poverty all around me. You never know someone's situation until you are in it.

I've said it before, and I will definitely say it again, but laundry is THE WORST.

A little boy read the word "stripper" today instead of "stopping." It was an awkward moment for me, but he didn't seem to care at all. Kids are funny about that stuff.

I'm glad I'm back to being a curly. It was sad to have straight (well, kind of) hair these past two weeks. Bad haircuts are really hard to deal with when you have naturally wavy hair.

I duct-taped my cat last week.

Yes, you read that right. Long story.

This has been an episode of "things MK is thinking at the moment." Tune in next week for a new list of completely random and unrelated topics!

Reminiscing...

...is dangerous. One minute, you're flipping through old journals, and suddenly you find yourself with bleary eyes and cramped legs after spending 3 hours reading your entire Facebook message history. Hm.

In only very tenuously related news, my grandpa used to get a magazine for old people called Reminisce. It was mainly about the 30s-50s, and I would read it and wonder if someday people would write so fondly of the 90s. I'd like to think that someone, somewhere, will be able to wax rhapsodic about Vanilla Ice and Y2K and the dot-com bubble and Titanic and Monica Lewinsky.

Well, maybe not Monica.

Oh hai

Sorry to go all emo on you in the last post. I think I was just up late and in one of those weird introspective moods. Anyway, life is busy as ever, and it is a life full of copies, stapling and writing curriculum. More copies than anything else, though. I am working at Refugee Family Services as a literacy program coordinator for the summer elementary program. It has been going well so far, but the days always feel way longer than they actually are. I should probably start taking a lunch break. I am working with a bunch of people who have done the Peace Corps and are now in Americorps, so I feel a little inadequate. They're all out saving the world while I'm writing papers no one will ever read and figuring out how to stretch 3 chicken tenders into a week's worth of meals. I guess I'm conserving chicken, so that's a plus -- still can't put it on a resume, but it's there. I really have considered doing the Peace Corps, though. I still might do it, except there's that pesky problem of having a cat. Eh, I'll figure it out at some point.

I am also playing in the Emory brass quintet for the summer, which is really exciting and a little bit scary. I've always wanted to play in a brass quintet, really THE brass quintet, but it has never worked out for whatever reason. Hopefully I will do well enough this summer to merit consideration for the fall quintet.

I wonder if you can bring a French horn with you if you go into the Peace Corps.

In other news, my troubled computer life of the past few years continues with the latest model. It is sufficient for checking e-mail but can't handle web-surfing without long waits, and it definitely won't be up to research papers this fall. However, I have no money with which to buy a new computer. Suggestions, blogosphere? Slash Diana? Maybe if I can stretch that chicken into just a few more meals ...

All right, kiddos. It's late. I think it's about time to make like a tree and get the ef out of here.

MK out.