Heidi Aphrodite

Sort of. I’m not going to get into all of it now, because I’m at work and my attention needs to be less on blogging and more on, um, work.  But, you know, it’s the Friday before a long weekend, and I have Plans, so of course I’m a little distracted.  That means that this post will be a series of (possibly) unrelated paragraphs.  Enjoy.

Or not.

I really want to act again, soon, but I’m making a wedding dress (which I’m SURE I’ve told you already) and have GOT to sew my own stuff, too.  It’s hard to do that when you work until 5, you have rehearsal at 7, you get home at 10 or 11, and the first alarm goes off at 5:30.  Acting is out for a few more weeks.

There are a lot of things I know because of my job that I wish I didn’t know.  Like which students have restraining orders against them, or which students are potential sexual offenders.  I wish I could erase that from my brain and not have to worry about it, but I can’t.  And I need to worry about it in order to protect myself and my coworkers.

I wonder if that well-coiffed werewolf is still drinking pina coladas at Trader Vic’s?  I’d like to meet his tailor.

Speaking of things I’ve learned at work, I am both humbled and grateful that I have such good genes and don’t struggle with some of the challenges I’ve seen here.  Very grateful.

Speaking of things that are shallow, I’m still trying to get in shape.  It’s slow and annoying, but it will be good for me in the long run.  A strong, healthy body can handle anything.

As lonely as I sometimes get (let’s be honest, it’s sometimes not so fun to be single), I have a lot of perspective and plans, and I’d rather be single than dating some freak.

I called my 3-year-old niece “sweetie” the other day, as I do regularly, and she said “I’m not a sweetie!”  So I replied, “ok, then, I’m going to call you Smelly.  Come on, Smelly, let’s go outside!”  She giggled, but I’m sure she won’t appreciate that appellation when she’s older.

I would really like some orange shoes this summer.  And some green shoes.  Just for fun.

Some things in my life are dropping into place to make other things possible.  I can’t explain all of it, but I feel the cogs starting to turn and know that something big is in the works for the next 12 months.  I’m excited and scared and happy and hope I’m ready for it!

Highly talented and artistic people intimidate me, like they’re part of a special club like MENSA and I’m too stupid to get in because of the “which shape comes next” part of the application.  I can’t POSSIBLY be in the same class as them, right?  I’m not that fantastic.  All of that makes me doubt my ability to even THINK about applying to Penland.  But I need to and I will and everything will be ok.

This last one isn’t entirely positive, but it’s added to my confusion and disjointedness today.  I wasn’t really friends with him, but I think we had some classes together and I knew him.  It’s just startling to be reminded of your mortality, I guess.

It’s been a weird day so far.