I've finally run out of rage about the Littleton shootings; I'm now just tired and sick of it all.Add that into the fact that I haven't read email on my most active account in three days (because I arrived home too late to log in each day) and I have 277 messages to read.
I'm tired and a little bit cranky; today was heavy weights, so my arms hurt. Whine, whine, whine.
Anyway.
So I was sitting online a couple of days ago, trying to think of something that would be cool to do for my birthday. i'm going to be 25 in september, and the quarter-century milestone seems to be as good a reason as any to do something really wild for myself.What I came up with is really cheesy, but it satisfies a deep longing I've had for years now. i'm going to Disney World.
by myself.
When i was a kid, my parents took the family to disney world a couple of times, and that was pretty fun, except, well, it was my family. As usual, I was at odds with them on everything, from what I wanted to do to when I was hungry to tolerances for parades and shows of various sorts.
So this time, I'm going by myself. As you may imagine, all sorts of us are excited about this. While not much, ever, for the whole disney-movie combine, the parks have something for just about everyone.
I bought a couple of books yesterday and will be checking with my travel agent next week about packages. The planning commences soon.
I have a purring kitten trying to climb up onto my lap. No matter when I'm sitting at the computer, she wants to be with me while i'm flailing away at the keyboard. Silly kitten.Lilith almost isn't a kitten any more—she'll be a year old in June. Has it really been that much time? I remember when I got her, spurred by an evening spent intoxicated with Ragged Robin and seeing news stories about kittens needing homes. She was this tiny little black-and-white furball back then, without a brain in her head. She's gotten much smarter since she jumped out the window on the second story. Heh.
And tomorrow, i'm going to Victoria, BC. I got paid, and decided to book a trip on the Clipper, which is a high-speed catamaran ferry. Oddly enough, the trip was spurred by my noticing that i'm almost out of soap and I really need to visit a Lush store soon. I figured, why not go Saturday? Evidently, it's very pretty and the downtown area is manageable on foot. I'm taking my camera along, so hopefully there will be pictures of the day, eventually.This year is turning out to be a year of motion for me. It seems strange; in the past, i've often traveled to get away from things wrong in my life. This year, I'm taking trips because the whole world seems so inviting, so tempting. I want to go everywhere and visit everything. I'm going to get my driver's license soon so I can go on trips to the coast, to see the wild places. I'm just starting to realize that I miss the redwood forests, the scene of most of the few truly peaceful moments of my childhood. Until recently, i'd forgotten how I loved them; now I crave them. I crave the smell of loam and the burble of Stellar jays talking to themselves. I crave the sunlight filtered from the trees and little unexpected creeks, the taste of redwood sorrel in my mouth.
I'll probably swing back into homebody mode one of these days, but this wanderlust phase is strong and the thirst for experience is so large that it might be a while. I'm starting to realize that I've missed a lot of the world around me. I want to notice everything both in my green city and the world at large.
I played Rasputina today for my department at work and everybody liked them. More converts!
"To avoid complication, she never kept the same address
In conversation, she spoke just like a baroness."
outside: beautiful!
doing: getting ready for bed
to do: get up early
link: The Clipper
energy level (out of ten): 6
dream: I am in a car being driven by someone who is as old as my grandfather. We are evidently on our way to a show of some sort, and he's telling me at great length about how great this car, which looks to me like a beater, is.
