Baby, I'm bad news…

Ten songs on a current playlist:

* “Flightless Bird, American Mouth” — Iron & Wine
* “Hurt So Bad” — Susan Tedeschi
* “Ceremony” — New Order
* “Starlight” — Muse
* “I Go To Sleep” — Sia
* “The Next Messiah” — Jenny Lewis
* “Take Everything” — Mazzy Starr
* “You Don’t Send Me” — Belle & Sebastian
* “Halfway Home” — Jason Mraz
* “Pretty Good Year” — Tori Amos

Ten characters you’ve ever related to:

* Alice Sebold in Lucky
* Clare in the Time Traveler’s Wife
* Wendy in Peter & Wendy
* Caro in Divine Secrets
* Holly Golightly
* Amelie
* Jenny Schecter
* Weetzie Bat
* The Lisbon Sisters in the Virgin Suicides

Ten things you do/think when you first wake up.

* “Is anyone else awake?”
* “If so, I need to put on clothes.”
* “I need to pee.”
* “Do I have to go to work? I’d rather sleep in.”
* “How many times can I reset my alarm before I have to get up.”
* “I’ll wait until Weezer calls.”
* “Breakfast….”
* “How long will it take to iron my hair and do my makeup?”
* “I sure wish I had a bed.”
* “And a bedroom.”

Ten baby names:

* Olivia
* Clare
* Sophie
* Henry
* Max
* Ireland
* Jasper
* Audrey
That’s all I got, folks.

So.  I was stumbling along and came across this: analog sunday.  What a fantastic idea!  And probably the best way to end your weekend ever.  Unfortunately I am already up and online, but I’m thinking pretty soon I’m gonna close the computer and go to the park to re-read New Moon.  These books are so ridiculous.

Also, I found this at another blog I read, and it’s perfect.

Happy (analog) Sunday to you!

One of the things that has been weighing on  my mind for awhile now, ever since I got my post-collegiate job, is how much of myself do I want out there on the internet.  Or, to be more specific, how googleable do I want to be?  The domain name http://katiecurry.net presents a problem in this respect.  It would be so easy for someone to find this website, and while I don’t post anything to terrible on here, do I really want a client or their family member finding my personal blog with such ease?

Weezer has bought me a wonderful present.  The new link for this blog (I know, all these changes) is going to be http://babyimbadnews.net.  But this change is final.  I want to feel comfortable talking about whatever I feel like, within reason, and don’t want my personal life so readily accessible to people who know me in a professional manner.

For the next week both domains will point to this location, but after that Weezer will be redirecting katiecurry.net elsewhere.  Update your feeds and bookmarks, if you please!

Okay.  I know that I have led an incredibly blessed life.  And this seemingly ignorant statement might offend some people.  Please know that is surely not my intent.

When I was a lofty social work student at the University of Washington, my classmates and I used to sit in our classrooms, discussing this notion known as “the poverty gap”.  And really, I passionately cared about those poor people trapped in this sandtrap of idiocy created by our stupid government that allowed there to be a dissonance, a huge crack for people to get lost in, in between being poor enough to “deserve” welfare and making enough money to survive.  That’s ridiculous!  What an outrage.

But you know what?

I never thought about it, never realized, that I would be a “victim” of this gap.

I can’t afford to pay $600 for rent.  I make too much to live in apartments that offer assistance.  I know.  If I search hard enough, and long enough, I WILL find a place that works for me and my budget.  But seriously?  I feel like I can’t afford to live.

I’m afraid I will never get off this couch.

I made this shirt:

Here is a version that is less washed out:

By the way?  I need to really go on a diet.  And also?  How cute does that top look with my new shoes from Target?

So, work is better.  Like, infinitely so.  I am relieved.  It was beginning to be a challenge to get up in the morning.  I’m still not as confident as I’d like to be, but you know what?  I’m still relatively new, and that confidence will come with time.

Today is one of those days.  I got home from work today, and I called my mom as I was getting off the freeway.  I had woken her up, and Chris was taking a nap as well.  As I pulled in the yard, two neighbor boys were ringing the doorbell for Joe.  When I went in and let him know, he too looked like he had just woken up.  It’s this weather.  If you look outside, it almost looks like an evening in very early fall, instead of very early spring.  So I took a shower, and put on my pjs.  If you can’t beat ‘em….

I recently aquired some pre-shirred fabric, and I am going to use it to make a top.  It is in the wash right now, but this will be a really easy project.  Basically sew it up the  back and hem it.  I want to get some black cotton, though, and make straps.  I made a dress once before out of a similar material, but my boobs are simply too big to go without, and wearing a bathing suit underneath is cute sometimes, but it would be nice to be able to wear it with a normal bra, so I can wear it to work.  Anyway, black straps are pretty easy.  I just have to actually do it.  And, you know, buy black cotton. 

I’m about to look at paint samples and apartments online.  The apartments is an obvious one, as I’ll be moving soon, but the paint I am really excited about.  I’ve been given the go ahead to paint my office, which is currently three different mottled shades of baby poop brown, with an awful floral old lady trim up by the ceiling.  So yuck.  I’m pretty stoked.

One last note before I go: I appear to have successfully kicked the Diet Coke habit.  Next goal: no more eating out!  I can’t afford it, and neither can my waist.

Can I just say I am over this whole wordpress/domain name business?  I allowed myself to get talked into something I didn’t understand, and now I’m sitting here, without the tools I need to make any changes on this stupid thing, and without the knowledge to get them back.  According to Weezer, that may or may not be possible, depending on when you talk to him, apparently.

In some ways I am very happy here with my stupid little domain.  Sure.  But in other ways?  I can not make a single change on this stupid site.  Sure, apparently wordpress is the place to be, but at least on blogger I could do it all on my own.  I have no idea how to navigate all the bs neccessary to make wordpress work, and it is so hard to find someone who can teach me.  Most people would rather do it for me, complaining all the while about having to help me to begin with.

I do not enjoy being dependent on other people, especially just to do things I used to be able to do at the other blog.

When my computer crashed awhile back I lost the thing on my desktop that had all of my wordpress stuff on it.  Don’t ask me what it’s called.  I have no idea.  Basically, it’s where I would put all of the theme and widget files that I needed, and then they would magically show up when I went to wordpress online to make changes.  Anyway, it’s gone.  I worried at the time, and Weezer said I’d be able to get it back.

Fast forward to now.  It’s spring, and I want a new, brighter theme.  And you know what, W?  I don’t care that you’ve only ever used like three themes ever.  Hold on while I give you a medal.  Anyway, theme is all picked out, and downloaded to the desktop, only I have nowhere to put it, and nobody is available to help me, which btw?  Makes me want to shoot the world in the face.  I do not enjoy being dependent on other people.  At all.

So I sit here, trying to figure it out myself, unable to, waiting for Weezer to be somewhere where he can give me a call and talk me through it.

Also?  I HATE living with my mother.  I love my mom.  Hate living with her.  Just so we’re clear.

I saw this on Carrie’s page, and decided to do one as well.  :p  I am cheating a bit, though, as I am pulling this straight from a fairly recent Facebook note I did!  Oh well, it’s the same info, right?

1. I’m a boring old lady trapped in a 26 year old body, and love nothing more than a quiet night at home with my loves.
2. Reading is my passion, and I can not go anywhere without a book in my purse, even if I know I’m going someplace where I won’t be able to read. Like, you know, a movie theater.
3. I lost myself for awhile (like, years), but I’m finally coming back.
4. I will do almost anything a friend asks, if it’s within my power to say yes.
5. I consider myself an educated, independent woman, but sometimes I think this whole women’s lib thing really confuses things. I do not believe women can have it all. I do not believe men can have it all either.
6. I am learning to be the kind of person that I would like to be friends with, but that’s really hard to do!
7. I was born in San Francisco, and it’s the most beautiful city in the world as far as I am concerned.
8. Almost all the people in the world who are most important to me live too far away for me to see on a regular basis.
9. Breakfast at Tiffany’s is the best movie ever. I’m crazy about Tiffany’s.
10. The Little Prince is the best book ever. Read it. It will change your life.
11. Sometimes I look back at things I have written, and I think I’m probably one of the worst people I know.
12. My brother Bryan was my best friend growing up, but I was too busy fighting with him to realize it.
13. My grandfather was the smartest man I’ve ever met. Seriously. They named a foundation after him.
14. My other grandfather was a successful photographer who used to take pictures of famous bands, like the Jefferson Airplane. My man friend reminds me of him in this way.
15. I am homeless, and live on my mom’s couch. I hate that.
16. Almost every job I’ve had in my adult life I got because of my parents.
17. Kids are alright, but I like old people better.
18. Someone once told me I lived my life the way other people wished they could live. I wish that were still true.
19. Few things on earth make me happier than going to work and paying my bills on payday.
20. I love balancing my checkbook.
22. There was a time when I never thought I’d go back and finish college, and now I’m looking at grad school applications.
23. I am almost always lost in my own imagination.
24. I love fish. And the ocean. But man, it’s the scariest thing ever.
25. This was really difficult for me. I am too methodical to be good at stuff like this.

Hope you all enjoyed!

I really love that song.  I always have.  But I loved it even more once I made the connection to Ecclesiastes.  I truly do love my faith, even if I haven’t been nurturing it as much as I should.  I go back and forth, from ambivalence to a constant plea for more grace in all that I do.  I’m not a very good Christian.  I could be a lot better.  I should be.

So I got my tax return in check form last Thursday.  It is nestled in the bottom of my jewelry box, waiting to be taken to the bank and deposited into a savings account.  I have begun looking at apartments half heartedly.  My mother is looking with gusto.  Neither one of us has ever lived on our own before.  I think she is excited, and living vicariously through me.  I am more nervous.  I have been waiting for this moment, excited to start on my own, but now I’m scared.  This couch I resent so much isn’t that uncomfortable, and besides, it’s free.  Richard says this is normal.  Apparently 26 is supposed to be scary, if you’ve just graduated college and are in your first real job.  I’m a “pre-professional”, whatever that means.

I suppose it means I work hard, for not hardly enough money, and wish that I had more saved away, and less debt.

It will be fine, I guess, but I want this move from my mother’s house to be my last move from my mother’s house.

I need to learn how to grocery shop.