I’ve been listening to this song a lot lately:

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Artist: Wallflowers | Song: Letters From The Wasteland

Something about it makes me feel younger. That recklessness I can’t allow myself any longer. It’s this melancholy feeling, like all that is left is more responsibility. Each time the song plays I want to get into my car and leave again… and even though that is a slightly sad feeling, it’s also somewhat liberating. If I can’t be that young runaway, I can dream about open roads and story weather in towns I have never been to.

Having morning coffee; sadly enough I have been staring at code since 7:19 am this morning. I am working on a sister site that, upon completion, will be linked from this one. It’s an art/photo site to display past work and future ventures.

After I had to turn down the Obama Fellowship, something clicked in me and I have been brewing up creative ideas since. I figure that I am going to have extra time to myself this summer so why not spend it doing things I always want to do during the school year? Revamping this site is almost finished, need to iron out the kinks on the other one. As mentioned in other entries I signed up for PaperBackSwap and SwapaDVD and have been enjoying the benefits of both of them for the last few weeks. I am also on a kick of changing the way I eat. I really need to buy a bike but I don’t have the money right now… still trying to figure that out.

I am also working on putting together a literary zine similar to the one that E put together for RIC students and faculty. I don’t know if I’m going limit it to RI residents because I have some amazingly talented friends spread out across the country that I definitely want involved in the project.

I’m actually off from work today! Third four-day week in a row! I got invited to go to a Red Sox game bt a friend from work. I’m not really into sports but I liked going to the games when I was a kid so I figured why not. I think the last time I went to a baseball game I might have been eight or nine-years-old and I went with my father. Yeah. Shea stadium. I wasn’t allowed to get anything to drink or eat and we parked in the farthest possible spot because he was afraid someone would steal something out of his truck during the pre-game tailgating parties. I remembered that earlier this week and actually got excited about it. It brought back the memory of the entire day… something I plan on writing about. That is another project I am working on. I spend a lot of time writing about my life with my father, without my father, what I’ve become because of my father… and lately I’m just tired of it. I want to get it all out, compile all the pieces about him into one volume and call it a day.

Either way, I’ve never been to Fenway and living in this area it’s practically all anyone talks about. In fact, a supervisor at my job has a mural of Fenway painted on the wall in his basement.

It’s a little cold today and when I woke up it was raining. Hopefully it’ll clear by the time we head out to the game. I really don’t feel like sitting in crappy weather and then barhopping in torrential downpour.

Alright, back to work.

Frustration abounds. This new version of Wordpress is excruciatingly slow for some reason. Any time changes are made to the theme they take FOREVER to show in the browser. Sometimes they still don’t show even after an entire day. I can’t for the life of me find anything to resolve the issue. Ugh. 

Time to listen to Alkaline Trio and smack my head against a wall. AH!

This day has been AWESOME so far. I woke up around 6 a.m, freaky dream-free, got showered and dressed, wrapped up yet another DVD to mail out for SwapaDVD, had a quick cup of coffee and headed out. I had plans to meet up with my History professor from this past semester, Prof. C, for coffee and some leisurely chatting. Before I even headed down to the coffee shop I dropped off my laundry. Hung out with her for a couple hours, which was awesome. She gave me three fat Poli Sci books to read over the summer. As nerdy as it sounds, I had put re-reading my Gov textbook from cover to cover on my list of things I was planning to do this summer. Now I can add the other three to the list.

Afterwards I drove to the Rec Center to clean out my locker at the gym (can’t afford the $65 fee for the summer session - it isn’t free for students not taking summer classes), stopped at the library to - drum roll please… pick up my copies of the zine I was published in!

Margalo, titled after E.B. White’s avian heroine in Stuart Little, is a zine created and edited by E. Lee exclusively to give the women writers of RIC a place to share their creativity. E was in a class I took this semester (the same class that coincidentally, or maybe not so much - haha, that we both dropped) and emailed me a few months ago asking if I would like to be a part of something creative for women. How awesome is that?

So Goal #8 on the list over there ——> 43 things is complete. Though it is not from a fancy-schmancy publisher (which isn’t something I was concerned with anyway), I have been published. Good enough for me.

After I picked the zine up from the library I ran to Stop & Shop to get a few things I was running out of and headed home. I still have work to get through in a couple of hours but I am feeling good and will try my best to keep my head at it’s current height for the rest of the day. Yay. I’ll leave with this, I found it just now and it made me smile:

Margalo: I’m leaving you, forever.
Falcon: And what do you think you will be without me?
Margalo: Free.

So I made it through my first year at RIC with a 3.8 cumulative GPA. DAYUM.

Right now I am sitting on B-Rock’s couch in Bridgewater, sipping coffee and watching Medium online while I wait for B to wake up. We’re down here visiting for a cheapish vacation of hanging out with friends and enjoying time away from RI.

It’s nice to finally be able to relax.

Life is good.