i’m outta here. see you next weds.
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i’m outta here. see you next weds.
i logged in to take a test last night only to discover that if i do well on it, i don’t have to take the final. woohoo! if everything comes out to an a, no final during vacation.
went swimsuit shopping with the munchkin on mother’s day. ay yiyi!
actually, it wasn’t so bad. i found what i wanted right away. i’m in the “in-between sizes” stage and could have gone either way in the suit i chose. wow. i never thought i’d be back to being almost skinny again. it still hasn’t sunk in all the way. i keep grabbing bigger sizes and realizing “oh, that won’t fit now!” it sounds vacuous, but i just haven’t been this thin in about seven years. it takes a little getting used to.
the munchkin (not really so much of a munchkin anymore) got a suit AND board shorts AND rash guard. i told her i’d pay what i paid for mine and if she wanted the rest, she’d have to pay out of her money (she has a job, but only works a couple of days a week). she was more than happy to do it. the suit was really cute. so were the board shorts – they’re nice & long and she prefers those over the usual tiny women’s shorts.
it was a mostly pleasant day, in spite of having to work on a draft for my last class project. (blech)
i got to long beach yesterday just a little while after police had shot a homeless man. there were cops and yellow police tape everywhere in front of the aquarium.
throngs of people were in front of bubba gump’s, both gawking and waiting to be seated for dinner. i sat for a while and watched the action. i could have gone to my car, gotten my camera, and documented the spectacle. but i decided not to.
as much as i was like, “woah! excitement! police tape – i’ve never seen police tape before!” i stopped and thought about what i was doing. a person died. the press telegram reported that the man charged a marine patrol officer. there are a lot of mentally ill homeless people that don’t get the help they need. i’m not saying all homeless are mentally ill. but i have seen quite a few. and it saddens me. there’s no place for them to get the help they need. there are no shelters that are prepared to help the way they need, because they need more than just a bed or food.
and rather than stopping the man by firing at his knee or leg or somewhere less deadly, a cop shot this man. he died on the way to the hospital.
the gravity of the situation hit me when i saw an abandoned bike and shopping cart sitting on the grass. sometimes we see this stuff on the news and forget that was a person – somebody’s son or brother – that was hurt.
i’m not going anywhere with this. just dumping out my thoughts. and sadness.
Today is Bernard Pivot’s 70th birthday. Who is Bernard Pivot, you ask? He is the guy who originally asked the ten questions that James Lipton asks on Inside the Actor’s Studio.
Michele asks readers to answer the ten questions.
[grabbed directly from michele - i love that show, great idea michele!]
1. What is your favorite word?
2. What is your least favorite word?
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
4. What turns you off?
5. What is your favorite curse word?
6. What sound or noise do you love?
7. What sound or noise do you hate?
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
9. What profession would you not like to do?
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
answers in extended…
sometimes i just want to be anonymous again.
how would you feel if someone submitted your photo (a photo that you are in, not that you’ve taken) to a print magazine – without you even knowing about it until after the fact? would you be upset that the person didn’t even bother asking you before submitting?
would you ask the other 3 people in a photo with you if it were okay to submit a pic of the 4 of you to a magazine? or would you just send it along?
between working on a site for a living, helping with 3 others in my spare time, having a class online, two blogs, and limited time with my husband …
i think i just need to unplug.
i don’t think i’ve ever gone two weeks without blogging. it wasn’t so bad. i don’t have time to write and i don’t have anything interesting to say. not sure what i’ll do yet. change directions? disappear? not certain. but in the fall i’ll be taking enough classes that i won’t have time to keep up. unless it’s a sanity break.
where am i going with this? i don’t know that either.
check your blogrolls for when i’ve updated – i don’t know when that will be.