It's been over a year since my last post.
Sorry about that.
I live in the desert now.
That sounds sexy...until you actually move to the desert.
Then it sinks in.
It really is the desert.
But it hasn't been all bad.
Sure, there was some crying in the shower.
But they also have different brands of ice cream out here.
And that makes any intense anguish I felt pretty much worth it.
I like being able to climb mountains.
And when I say "climb mountains," I mean walk up steep hills.
I'm afraid of scorpions, of course, and rattlesnakes.
There was a scorpion on my bed one day.
So my fear is not unfounded.
Stop telling me not to be nervous about scorpions and rattlesnakes.
Because I already saw a live one.
ON MY BED.
So it's not like it can't happen.
It already did happen.
It was half dead but still scary as shit.
And now every night I have to do a scorpion check.
I don't have to, really.
But I do have to.
But it's not so bad.
I can wear sandals every day if I want.
And I live pretty close to a Chipotle.
And I don't have to drive as far to see indie movies.
And I don't have to worry about snow storms.
And it seems like my car has stopped rusting.
I miss breezes.
I miss lying in the cool grass.
Even though I pretty much never did that.
I still miss it.
You don't have to tell me.
I know it's a rookie mistake.
To move away and think it's going to change everything.
Because my brain lives inside my body and it's not like I left my body behind.
My cat is freaked out.
All the time.
He's like a traumatized toddler with attachment issues.
He follows me around.
And meows outside the bathroom door when I'm in the shower.
I like it.
Even though I know it means he's in some kind of turmoil.
But he's also so snuggly.
And can't you just let me have this one thing?
I guess it'll probably be fine.
My heart is still beating.
My brain is still thinking of new things to be scared of.
And if I squint I can convince myself I'm in California.
I'll write again soon.
Probably another year from now.
And I'll let you know what happened to me.
'Til then, thanks for listening.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
It's been over a year since my last post.
Posted by Puck58 at 8:26 PM
Thursday, May 30, 2013
I haven't written in so long. I don't know why. I think maybe it's because I'm slowly losing the extremely tenuous hold I once had the knowledge of who I am, why I'm here, and where I'm headed. Or it could be something else.
Not much is new with me, in case you were wondering. I've been living with my parents for the last 5 years and in a few more years, I will become a full-fledged spinster. Once I reach full spinsterhood, I plan to buy a bicycle with a basket and ride around town with my small dog pretending not to notice the nakedly judgmental stares of the people I ride past. I will sit in the shadows and yell at schoolchildren when they dare each other to run up on my porch. That is, if I have a porch, which let's face it, I probably won't. Even with slightly encouraging trends in current mortgage interest rates, home ownership is still out of my grasp. No, chances are in a few years I'll still be living with mom and dad, and since we don't have a porch, I'll have to yell at schoolchildren from the roof. They probably won't hear me yelling, so I'll have to resort to throwing water balloons. But hey, in this economy, you gotta do what you gotta do.
Last week I went to the dentist for the first time in six years. I went to the same dentist I've always gone to, the only dentist I've ever gone to. When I got to the office, the receptionist started questioning me about my living situation. She looked at the computer screen, then back at me, then back at the computer screen. "There's a note here that says we're supposed to start a new file for you since you're on your own insurance now." Long pause. "But, you still live at the Nepessing address?" I nodded. "And your parents still live there too?" She looked at me with a mixture of sympathy and pity.
"Yes, I live with my parents." I felt the overwhelming urge to explain why I still live with them, but I thought it would be weird if I started telling the receptionist at the dentist's office that I'm afraid to move away because I'm convinced that if I do my parents will die and/or I will end up living in a hovel eating ramen noodles I cooked in a microwave that's balanced on a milk crate.
Posted by Puck58 at 7:40 PM
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Recently I've been thinking that my creative soul may be slowly dying, since I haven't been writing. So to combat that I decided to start writing again, and the easiest place to do that is here on my blog. After all, it's here that I feel I can be my truest self. It's here that my words and thoughts spill out freely and easily. I'm hoping that someday I can read some of the entries I've posted here and think to myself, Wow. Who WAS that girl? In my mind, my future self is a glamorous, icy, THIN, woman who wears tailored black dresses and pearls and goes to benefit dinners. I don't know how I'll morph from the person I am today into the clearly much better version of myself that I've just described, but you'll all be along for the ride.
A long, long time ago (we're talking months, here), I started a list of things I don't like. I created the list as a note on my iPod touch, and I've been adding to it ever since. Theoretically this list could grow and grow to the point where my iPod touch would no longer have the memory to house it, so I thought I'd better transcribe it here, as long as everyone who reads this understands that the list will continue to grow in my head forever and ever.
Things I Don't Like:
Getting pulled over
The fact that I feel like a failure if I don't brush my teeth for a "full" two minutes
When people stand too close to me while I'm ringing myself up at the self check out
Cash only places
That I now have to worry about people who own their own zoos getting depressed, setting all their animals free, and then killing themselves
Family style restaurants--I want my OWN food, thank you very much
Sharing a bed with anyone other than a boyfriend
Old chocolate (like when you get a chocolate covered cherry at a gas station and it's got an old whitish-looking, frost-looking coating on it, and it's all imploded)
Sand in my bed
The sound of someone snuffing out a cigarette
The high cost of movie theater snacks
Strange noises that make you think your electronics are about to break
Repeats on TV
When weathermen (and women) do the weather in a threatening way that makes me feel like the world is about to come to an end just because there's snow in the forecast
Weeks that I don't get paid
Really expensive mannequins
The fact that other people seem to be "better at" life than I am
A really full garbage can that I don't feel like emptying
Being out of paper towel
The fact that I am both mesmerized by and terrified of deer
Having to change the toilet paper roll
People who just set the new roll of toilet paper on the sink instead of actually changing the roll
Tying my shoes--what a hassle!
Being out of ice
Those popsicles that have no stick and are in a long plastic tube--I know everyone loves those, but I DON'T and I don't know why everyone else does and that bugs me
Having to sit in the middle of a movie theater row--I don't want to have to climb over people to go pee or to go purchase $18 worth of chicken poppers and snow caps
When someone is following me
The very early morning hours--that's my scary time
Making phone calls
That feeling right before the roller coaster starts when you're "not sure" your bar is clicked down all the way
When my cursor goes nuts
When my chimp won't take a bath no matter how many times I play Everybody Hurts (usually works like a charm)
The movie Rachel Getting Married
Climbing a lot of flights of stairs next to someone who is more fit than I am and worrying that they are judging me for being out of breath
That open space in a public bathroom stall that seems really easy for strangers to look through and see me half naked
Posted by Puck58 at 8:25 PM
Thursday, October 18, 2012
My mom and I took a trip recently, to Nashville, for a family wedding. In the days leading up to the trip, when I would feel my usual "where is my life headed?" ennui, I told myself not to worry because soon, I would be on the road, hurtling toward a new place, a place entirely different from my usual surroundings. This trip, this change in my routine, I convinced myself, would give my life meaning--at least for a few days. And that's what I long for. I want to feel alive, I guess.
It did feel good to get out of Michigan. I sat in the passenger seat, not listening to music or watching movies on my iPod or reading one of the dozen magazines I brought, just looking out the window at the countryside, the farms, the towns, the trees and open fields. I've always liked looking out the window. Maybe it's the writer in me. I like to get a glimpse into other people's worlds. I have a deep melancholy for places I've never been and lives I haven't lived.
One of my favorite parts of the trip was when my mom and I stopped at Arby's. The employees all had southern accents, and because I don't have a southern accent, I imagined that they were all delighted by my uniqueness and entranced by my lack of twang. I long to be cool and mysterious. I wanted one of them to say something to me like, "You sound like up north." And later I actually told my mom that one of them did say that to me, because it just makes for an adorable anecdote, even though it's a completely made-up lie.
The wedding was beautiful, but it served as a painful reminder that my life is bitterly empty and without meaning or purpose. I don't have a boyfriend, so I'm certainly nowhere near getting engaged or married. And I probably won't have a baby anytime soon, which I want even more than I want to get married. I might have to go to a sperm bank. I might! Just let it go. I think I can do most of the process of picking out the ideal sperm donor from my iPhone, so it's not going to be a big hassle when I decide to do it. And that's nice. At least there's an app for that, you know??
The other day, I was lying in bed doing nothing, so I decided to watch one of the myriad of programs I taped thinking oooohhh that sounds good, I'll want to watch that later. This particular show was on TLC and it was called "Half Ton Killer?" It was about this woman who weighs around 850 pounds and how she killed her nephew by rolling over on him. Or did she? The show was trying to figure out if she killed him or if she was covering for her sister. I'll save you an hour. She was covering for her sister, who beat the child to death with a hairbrush. It turns out the half ton woman couldn't have killed her nephew by rolling over on him because, you guessed it, she can't roll over. The point of me telling you all this is that this woman, the half ton woman, was married! And before you ask me, her husband was pretty normal looking! And he was nice.
That's it, you guys. I give up. I've heard that you meet "the" guy the minute you stop looking. So I guess I'll stop looking, which means my future husband is probably the crane operator who'll be helping to remove me from my bedroom once I reach half-ton status. A girl can dream, right?
Posted by Puck58 at 10:53 PM
Thursday, May 3, 2012
When I say "everybody," I'm really speaking to the random foreign people and basement-dwelling weirdos who comment on my blog with paragraphs of ungrammatical information about headphones I should buy, nude celebrities, and ways to get more "visitors" to my "nifty site." How I love these freaks, because they are my only fans. They get me. They do.
I just know that the next time my not-so-nice boyfriend leaves me stranded at a gas station or on a highway median, I can call upon one of these comrades and they will race to be there for me. They'll pick me up, give me a knowing, sympathetic look, caress my cheek, and say, "Oh sweetie! Not again." And I'll just nod, because yes, it happened again. And then we'll go to breakfast and I won't have to pay because I've been through a lot--and it won't even be a big deal if I order the most expensive thing on the menu (a five egg farmer's omelet with a side of Belgian waffles, a hot mug of chicory coffee, and an entire package of Hershey's Hugs) because, like I said, I've been through a lot.
When all of my other friends had abandoned me because I wouldn't stop chain smoking cigars in their homes after they politely asked me not to, and because I kept begging them for reassurance that I looked good when I got that pageboy haircut and replaced all my jeans and T-shirts with power-bitch pants suits, it was these loyal readers who had my back. I mean, literally. One of them took me to get one of those hot stone massages and it felt SO good on my lats.
But I digress. I just want to acknowledge that there are a select few people in this world who truly get me and who are there for me. These people, my spammers, will be in my wedding someday. They will be godparents to my children. One of them may even get to keep my firstborn if he can help me turn a room full of straw to gold and I can't guess his name in three tries. And I'd be OK with that. So thank you, my true friends. Thank you for reading and thank you for your useful comments. I will print out your comments, fold them up, store them in a keepsake box I bought at Michael's, and cherish them always.
Til we meet again,
Posted by Puck58 at 8:03 PM
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, Oh god, she posted another blog entry that I'm supposed to read? I've got STUFF to do. I don't have time for this shit! I was gonna do laundry and watch The Biggest Loser makeover episode! Well geez, if you're gonna get all mad about it, then feel free not to read. Just do your stuff, you self-important ass. You don't have to keep reading, but I'm going to keep writing because I'm trying to get back to who I am. And who I am is a writer.
So let's get into what I did today. I went to the movies. I talked to my dad. I yelled at my mom to turn down the TV. I sat in my car. I talked to my sister on the phone. I worried about whether or not it was going to storm. I kept pulling up my pants because they're cheap pants I bought at Target. I looked at luggage. I moved some shards of a broken mug out of the way of someone's car tire. I made a vegan black bean casserole. I also, of course, watched TV.
One of the best things about today was that when I went up to buy my ticket for "Goon," the ticket agent (whose name was Mick, I gathered from his name tag) asked for my ID!! He didn't think I was old enough to see an R-rated movie!! I thanked him for the compliment and handed over my license, and even then, he kept shaking his head and saying, "What? No! What? No!" But he did let me in, thankfully. It was very flattering, but if he'd tried to keep me out of the movie, I would probably have had to skewer him with the trident I keep in my purse (the weapon, not the gum).
Posted by Puck58 at 10:35 PM
Monday, April 2, 2012
It's just, there's still so much I want to do. Like for instance, I want to captain a riverboat. I want to swim with wild dolphins. I want to see sharks from a boat, and sleep in a hammock on a beach. I'm not sure if I can realize any of these dreams because I'm stuck in a rut--a bad rut. And I might be too fat for a hammock.
But anyway, back to what I'm doing with my life. After I watched Face of Evil, I decided to throw away my half full jar of honey roasted peanuts in an effort to make me stop eating them. I also decided to throw away the rest of the trash in my garbage can. So I grabbed the dog and my bag of trash and went outside into the beautiful, clear, breezy day. I threw away my garbage and walked around, listening to a book on my iPod. The book I'm listening to is about teens with cancer who fall in love and then one of them dies. They also have a blind friend. It's kind of a downer, but if you haven't sensed a pattern yet with the type of media I consume, I like that sort of thing.
While I walked around, I listened to my book, but I also thought about what's wrong with my life. I'm fairly healthy, so I've got that going for me. I'm pretty smart, so I've got that going for me. I have a good job, so that's good. But...I don't know what to do next. I don't have a purpose. I think about going to graduate school, but I don't want to go further into debt. I want to move, but I don't want to leave my family. I want to meet someone, but I'm intimidated by the whole dating thing.
I guess I just want things to be easier than they are. But I know the answer. I need to push myself to do something. Take a step in a direction--any direction. In a few weeks, I am going to face one of my bigger fears--flying in a plane by myself. I know lots of people who fly on a regular basis and it's no big deal to them, but it kinda scares the hell out of me. Even still, I'm doing it. I'm flying across the country and I'm gonna have fun goddamn it! Well I probably won't have fun on the plane, but once I get off the plane, then I'll have fun.
Posted by Puck58 at 8:56 PM