Going backwards chronologically, we just had quite a bike ride from Fullerton College back to the apartments here. I never knew how many hills there were in this town. My legs certainly know now. They’re feeling it at the moment. Add to that an intense modern dance class that had us doing arabesques and floor rolls and fueté turns and flat back relevé passé- yeah. That stuff. I did that, and rode a bike through a town that is a warm-up for San Francisco. I come from flat as a pancake valley part of Oregon, so this hill stuff is killing my legs. I actually think they’re dead right now. I won’t go into how dead they are, because to do that would require me looking at them, poking them with needles and doing thermometer checks, the whole 9 yards. I just don’t have enough energy to do that. I have enough to fulfill the promise to myself to get some writing done and some reading done, and that’s about all there is.
Having modern dance and biking up hills killing me, I did actually have fun today at Cal State. Working outside of the office today, we were responsible for handing out maps and informing people about clubs that are present for the “Days of Discovery” event that the campus is having. Intrinsically, it’s a ton of clubs setting up tents all around the high traffic areas of the campus and promoting themselves to get more members. I’m actually interested in what the creative writing club has to offer, so I might want to give them a glance over tomorrow to see what’s happening. As you all might have noticed, I do enjoy writing when I can get into it. And having a lot to say really helps too. Yet I want to talk about more than just my days scratching my ass and seeing what new porn is out for viewing. I want to write about kids flying on the backs of giant seagulls and tortoises. I want to explore the world of an ice cream truck guy and his stumbling over a crime syndicate and taking up the mantle of a vigilante, bringing justice to a town that is shaded by rule of the drug cartels. I want to talk about men with abilities that were implanted in them at birth, to give rise to a new type of human that could surpass the limits of mind and body, which characters will not be Marvel or DC comics type of cut/handsome/beautiful. Real people, raw in their appearances, but unbelievable powers and responsibilities thrust upon them.
Concepts like these have been on back burners in my mind for quite a while. I feel I need to have an outlet for exploring them, and to get back to the creative side of writing. Hell, I’ve had enough real world to last a few years and then some, so it might be healthy to indulge in a bit of the unreal for a spell.
Problem is with time. And financial resources.
I’ve talked about some of my financial worries here before (at least I believe I have?) so I won’t go too deep into it. Let’s just say, I need to secure a few more thousand to last me up until May. I can get through February and March well enough, and April will be a squeeze. But for the other months, we’ll have to squeeze the sponge to have things go in the right direction. Plus, I’ll be entering the months of madness where homework and readings and projects and writing assignments will all come tumbling down the mountain like Sherman’s Army over Atlanta during the Civil War. So I need to secure something now and work it for a few and quit (which isn’t the best for my resumé) or find something on the weekends that I can work that’s kinda chill but will get me over the hump of debilitating financial stress and crippling concern. Once I get something going on that front, I think I’ll make it okay. I hope I will. I’ve got the weekends and I’ve got mornings open- so something along the lines of maybe a Starbucks or a small coffee/bagel shop? It isn’t retail, so I might be fine there.
Something else I’ve noticed, I’m quite acclimated to an environment of lifting and rushing to get things done on a certain deadline. My boss told me earlier that I need to “take my time to deliver this letter. Stop and smell the roses. Do some dancing on the way there.” My jaw hit the ground. I usually fly to locations to get deliveries done. My last job required me to be fast at getting stores filled, and management talked to, and the inventories cleaned up. Guess what? None of that really applies in the office. If I get something done too quickly, I lose hours because it’s supposed to be a “project” done over the course of several weeks. Not a task that needs to be completed within a few hours so we could start on the next one.
But back to the point- finances, yes. Time, yes. Time is a wondrous thing when you have it. You can stop and smell the roses, you can dance while on the job. You can take on projects and not worry too much about completion dates. The problem here is that time is such a commodity when it comes to school. I have the weekends, yes. I also have the mornings, yes. However, I need to utilize the weekends for my assignments- readings and writings and all that. I haven’t been as militaristic in my weekend scheduling as I should have been, so I’m using the mornings as taking care of the loose ends of homework and the like. The worry here is that when I get another job, I’ll be financially secure to be sure, but the problems that I will face come morning will be the death knell when things are due and the weekend took up most of my time that I could have been studying. I haven’t had enough time to experiment with the weekends, seeing it is only the first week of school, so I’m trying to figure out what I need to do to get properly organized so I’m not gouging my eyes out by the end of April, albeit with a generous helping of money available in the bank.
Recap: biking, dance, club promotions, a morning of fixing a damn bike tire that blew out again (I don’t even want to get into it), and the workout that I intended to happen that really didn’t. Tomorrow I’m hoping to get up early to tie up some loose end readings and get some working out done. I feel like I’ve been eating the unhealthiest of shit the past three days and haven’t really been exercising to the point where those bad fat LDL’s (Low Density Lipoprotiens) aren’t sticking around. Tonight, I’ll read from Myths and start my morning out with my HEW (How English Works). I do need to scan over my Linguistics workbook and make a decision about what to do there. I also need to get going on annotating my English Writing workbook and gleaning some information from there in my notes.
Gonna be an interesting semester.
More later.
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