To Sleep perchance to dream

I woke to the sound of birds chirping, which is at 8:30 one of the worse sounds in the world, granted i went to bed closer to 4 than 3. So I did what any rational person would do, I went to the store for coffee, mt. dew, krispy kreams and a carton of cigerrettes. I figure i would treat myself becasue i couldn't get back to sleep.

I was up late entertaining my old roommate, old roommate's new girlfriend and my houseguest/new roommate. It was fun. It was the first time i had met her (the new girlfriend) and she was nice. Now, that that was said, i was up too late because of these bastards -- and i blame them all.

I image the rest of today will be spent in a state of exhaustion, napping, falling over, cranky, funny exclitement. I don't remember what it is like to be this tired. I am achy and uncomfortable in my own skin. I got nothing.

Slipping for reality,
Linnea

Unexpected House Guest

So it is Sunday, which at my house means laundry needs to get finished and the dishes need to be done but today was different (granted i did finish my dishes and laundry). I woke this morning and talked to my friend, Matt. He currently is without home, his ex-girlfriend kicked him to the curb so I took him in. It wasn't even a question of will I, it was when are you coming over. I hate the idea that someone I care about is hurting.

We spent the day hanging out, shopping and dicussing books. Mostly the one I am thinking of writing. I am not really an author but more an artist in words.

This week is a good week. I work for 2 days and then I have a personal day and then I work another 2 days. I am looking forward to having wednesday off. I also like having Matt around. It should be a fun time.

I will keep you posted. Linnea

What happens when you get your hopes up...

So a week ago, I was excited about another summer coming to pass. I had a fledgling relationship which has since sizzled out (at least that is how it appears). I am still hoping the boy will figure everything in his life out and come back but I am not holding my breath. I know that when it comes to relationships, life does not always happen the way I want them to. But as the great George Michael says, "ya gotta have faith."

I have 14.5 days left of the school year, which for those who do not teach, I have 14.5 days of insaintiy left before I can grab a cold drink and relax. I am hoping that it all sails by without any complications (knock on wood).

I will keep you posted.
-Creative Clown, Angry Buddha, Simple Linnea

It is spring time again, almost summer. The sticky days of an Iowa summer looming on edge of my mind. I have always been a winter girl but I find summer, as of late, holds more meaning. The late evening drives with the finally cool air wiping around my hair stir memories of childhood. There is something to be said about the summer months. Finally free to stay up till the wee hours of the morning and rise at noon unaffected. I long for these days. I wait with bated breath for June when I can be come a kid again. For nine months of the year I am force to wear someone else clothes and speak with someone else vernacular. I long for summer.

It has been an interesting month for me. I have started a fledgling relationship, I embraced the fact that I will spend yet another year in Waterloo (which is not a choice I thought I would ever make) and I have come to grips with the fact that being 30 and living alone isn't a bad thing.

I have been writing again. I have been working on my art work (digital for now - maybe summer will lend time to oils or acrylic again) and I have been learning to breathe again. I find that working on my crafts makes me a little more sane.

I do find myself missing my siblings, Anne in Barbados and Matt in Phoenix. I never thought I would wish they would be near. I am long waiting seeing Anne in July when she comes home for 2 weeks. It has been 5 months since she left. I know she is excited to bargain shop, drink coffee at B&N and eat red meat (something that is very hard to find in the The Dados). I will just be happy to spend time talking to her in person. (Anne if you are reading this, I know I am corny - and a sentimental fool). Hell, I would love to hang out with Matt too. Though, Anne and I are closer, there is something to be said about Matt. He is a great big brother (if you like that sort of a thing).

I will post more when I know more. Until then, I am breathing.

Linnea