Day(s) 04, 05, and 06.

July 30, 2013

What I ate today, in great detail: 

Funny today is the day I choose to write about it, because I ended up skipping my favorite meal of the day which is breakfast! I rarely skip breakfast. I suppose I did eat an ice cream sandwich, so… never mind. When I’m nannying, I just have a bit to eat for breakfast and lunch, (which today was two leftover sausages and some flatbread); and then I’ll head home for dinner. The woman I’m working for had a pretty late day today, so her housemate made myself, and her son a really lovely dinner. We had a bit of steak, potatoes, and corn on the cob. IT WAS AWESOME. I also nursed the same cup of coffee all day, because I kind of became unmotivated to drink it; and thus spent the day drifting in and out of naps. Whoops!

My definition of love, in great detail: 

I remember what I put for this question when I answered it three years ago, and I’m tempted to keep the same answer; but I’m not quite sure yet. Love is such a complex, fickle element of life, I feel like it would be arrogant to even try and put it into words. It’s a noun, a verb, with a few letters an adjective or an adverb; I’m not even sure what love is. I know I’ve felt it, I know the people and art I love make me feel insufferably positive; but I don’t think that’s what love is. Heaven forbid someone I love makes me feel bad for a hot second, should I drop them on the pavement? I love doing certain things, even when they make me want to stab my eyes out. (Like writing.) I love certain music, even when I’m feeling totally awful. (Hello, SKETCHES OF BROADWAY AND NIGHT RIDE HOME? YES PLEASE.) I don’t want to, by any means opt out of answering this question, so I’ll say that I don’t want to minimize its complexity, or what it means to others by defining what it means to me.

With that said, my answer from 2010 was this: Love is, finding someone you want to make happy for the rest of your life.

I agree with this statement, but I was still really hung up on finding a boyf at the time, that I wasn’t even taking anything else into consideration.

You know what?

Love is a hot cup of coffee on a rainy day with an open book and a Miles Davis album. Truth.

My day, in great detail: 

Unfortunately my day was quote boring, which isn’t usually the case. Nothing today happened that was particularly noteworthy, so I’m going to paste a text post I made on my tumblr the other day of the WORST day I’ve had in recent memory. I also really wanted to write in my journal today, and didn’t end up getting around to it, so there’s that….

Anyway….

Today so far:
. Had to drive all the way across town with the boy I nanny to get my new insurance card. 
. My sister forgot to leave the key out so we had to break into his house. 
. The kid I nanny for gets carsick (surprise!) and I rear ended someone while trying to prevent him from throwing up in my hair. 
. Went to the pharmacy only to find out I owed triple what I normally do because of my new insurance.
. But I couldn’t pay for it because my boss’ check bounced! 
. Then my brother had to drive to the pharmacy and give me money. 
. Which made me late to meet my friend for dinner. 
. Then, about five blocks from her house I crashed my moped full speed into the car in front of me! 
. Say a prayer, the only thing that’s yet to happen to me today is dying!

faaaack.

Day(s) 01, 02, and 03:

July 23, 2013

I’ve kind of let the ball drop on doing the 30 day meme, but I can’t say I didn’t warn you about my likelihood of doing so in the first place.

Day 01: Introduce yourself.

My name is Mac, the three television characters that most represent me are Christine Cagney from Cagney and Lacey; Susan Lewis from E.R.; and Dorothy Zbornak from the Golden Girls. (Because I’m stubborn, unsure of myself, and relentlessly sassy.) Coffee and cream make up the contents of my bloodstream, I like writing about hospitals, and it takes me a long time to go to sleep at night because that’s the only time my brain is clear enough to fully imagine things. When I was growing up, I went through a phase of loving to read, hating to read, and realizing that I just needed to find the right book to hold my attention. One of my favorite people/good friends taught sixth and seventh grade, and then became a librarian; and even she couldn’t get me into reading.

I earnestly enjoy the Lawrence Welk Show (JO ANN CASTLE HOLY CRAP), I’ve found that keeping insulin syringes around is handy for other stuff besides diabetes (namely getting out splinters), and I’m the type of person who always has a song stuck in their heads. (Right now it’s “I’m Late” by Billinski). I’m not very good at videogames, I’m really good at writing sassy teen girls, and currently my right ring fingernail is ingrown. (As of this morning. OUCH.) I’ve been trying to keep a big girl blog over at bittaterrific.com, but I’ve found that what makes me happiest are solipsistic flights of fancy. …asshole alert, I know.

Janis Siegel is my favorite lady singer, (with Joni Mitchell in a close second; Carmen McRae and Blossom Dearie are tied for third) Paul Simon is my favorite dude singer. Divaville is the best radio show ever, because vocal jazz really gets my bones excited. I feel like Gilda Radner and Madeline Kahn are my older Aunts (think: Jet and Frances from Practical Magic) a lot of times I’ll imagine us hanging out and drinking coffee together.

I like picking favorites of things because then when people ask me what my favorites are, I have an answer right away as opposed to wasting their time. (Hannah and Her Sisters is my favorite movie, Dianne Wiest is my favorite actor, The Manhattan Transfer is my favorite band, and magenta is my favorite color.)

I also don’t know how to start and end things very well, and it often irritates my anxiety.

So I suppose this is the end of day one… hahaha

Day 02: My first love, in great detail.

This question seemed a bit invasive at first, but I think it’s because I was taking it at face value. (I have had a major unrequited love situation going on for the better part of my life, which I don’t really care to discuss, lest the aforementioned party find this blog somehow…)  The first things that honestly came to mind when I thought about first loves were the following:

  1. Sharon, Lois, and Bram’s Elephant Show
  2. Lucille Ball

The first, cemented my deep love of tight harmonies and full female voices. I started watching TES when I was really young, and I remember loving all of the adventures they went on through Toronto. What sticks with me the most is the episode called “Three Bears.” (I went as Sharon’s character, Baby baby baby Bear for Halloween last year!) Chuck Mangione is their special guest for that episode, and the four of them get together and sing the alphabet. I’m sure it sounds really dumb, but after loving that episode so much; it’s no wonder I fell head over heels for vocal jazz later in my life!

Lucille Ball was my first real positive female role model. I remember her determination really resonating with me. She always wanted to be in Ricky’s shows, and even though she was rarely successful, things always ended up alright. Lucille Ricardo was the first person I tried to imitate with my writing. I heard her voice, and tried my best to translate it to the page. (Not to mention, Lucille Ball is a fucking ROCKSTAR amirite?)

03. Your parents, in great detail:

I don’t feel like talking about my actual parents, so I want to talk about my acquired parents instead.

Julie: was the first person I decided I wanted to be my friend (who was my parents’ age). She was my sixth and seventh grade teacher, and I was pretty much infatuated with her. She seemed to have her life together (unlike my parents who fought a lot) and she had a very colorful wardrobe. Throughout high school, I emailed her so much it’s ridiculously embarrassing. What I love about her though, is that even though she’s like, thirty years older than me, we are always on the same wavelength. (Seriously though: one time I put some of the lyrics to Chattanooga Choo Choo as my facebook status and she posted the next ones right away. SWOON.)

Lee was my second surrogate mother. My dad was essentially begging her to meet me because I was failing school one year during NaNoWriMo, and she happened to be the executive editor of a lit mag. Last year I housesat for her through all of August, and I’ve spent a considerable amount of time with both her, and her family. She’s quite lovely, and has been really kind to me! Once, when we were getting drinks with my friend Bridget, Lee told me that she thinks of me like a daughter too, which was really great to hear.

Cathy: went to high school with my dad. Through some random chain of events, they ended up reconnecting, and through some other random chain of events, the two of us ended up speaking more than they did. I like hanging out with Cathy because the two of us make art together, and cheer each other on with our hobbies. We like to get breakfast and then go scope out Goodwill every so often. It’s nice to be able to talk to someone who knows my actual parents really well, so when I relay stories it’s easier for her to understand what’s going on.

I had a few others that I wanted to add to the list, but our inability to see each other after our paths had initially crossed made it too difficult. (Mostly they were to busy or preoccupied with other things, which I completely understand. I seem to gravitate towards busy people for some reason… Hm….)

Anyway… here you go for today…

My Geminian solipsism has lead me to be reinterested in this 30 day meme I did on my LJ in 2010. I doubt I’ll complete it in 30 days, perhaps I’ll fill in a few prompts here and there; but the questions are meaningful, and it’s interesting to see where you’ve come in the span of three years.

Would anyone be interested in filling out some prompts with me?

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Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail
Day 03 – Your parents, in great detail
Day 04 – What you ate today, in great detail
Day 05 – Your definition of love, in great detail
Day 06 – Your day, in great detail
Day 07 – Your best friend, in great detail
Day 08 – A moment, in great detail
Day 09 – Your beliefs, in great detail
Day 10 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 11 – Your siblings, in great detail
Day 12 – What’s in your bag, in great detail
Day 13 – This week, in great detail
Day 14 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 15 – Your dreams, in great detail
Day 16 – Your first kiss, in great detail
Day 17 – Your favorite memory, in great detail
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday, in great detail
Day 19 – Something you regret, in great detail
Day 20 – This month, in great detail
Day 21 – Another moment, in great detail
Day 22 – Something that upsets you, in great detail
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better, in great detail
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry, in great detail
Day 25 – A first, in great detail
Day 26 – Your fears, in great detail
Day 27 – Your favorite place, in great detail
Day 28 – Something that you miss, in great detail
Day 29 – Your aspirations, in great detail
Day 30 – One last moment, in great detail

Naïve.

July 8, 2013

Let’s talk about today: This weekend I’ve felt like the luckiest girl in the world. I’ve been able to read a lot of great things, listen to a lot of great music, and enjoy the immaculate weather we’ve been having.

Let’s talk about last week: as Mommy Bearest would say, it was hotter than Jack-be-nimble’s candlestick. Not so much hot, as it was humid I guess. I got called on to do a last minute freelance gig which, swear to God was crazy difficult. I didn’t mean to come into things so uninformed, it just happened. My boss was in a crunch, and I just happened to be a last resort. I kept thinking about something Prosthesis Paul said: “You can have professional makeup be two of these three things: Good, Fast, and Cheap.”

Then, he said: “So, it can be good, and it can be fast, but it’s not going to be cheap.”

I think I was more of a fast and cheap for this poor fellow.

Oh well, c’est la vie. I’ve recently gotten a new job that should leave me set financially for awhile, but I don’t want to get my hopes up too much.

I had something else I wanted to write about, but I’ve totally forgotten what it was.

Anyway, I’ve been rocking out to “Naïve” for the past few weeks. Maybe if I remember what I wanted to say, I’ll come back to this entry. For now though, enjoy this: