the female gaze

Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



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Thursday, June 12, 2003
 
Rain Rain, Go Away

It's been non-stop rain and humidity for as long as I can remember - we've had a total of two nice sunny days all spring. Today the weather has just worn me out - glad only to be working at the Gap tomorrow morning and then starting my weekend. Well, it's taken nearly a month, but I finallyu found some drinking buddies a 500% increase to my current social situation. Having worked a long and busy ten hour day, I jumped at the chance to drink beer with some of the guys from work. Good old fashioned gossip about my managers, trash talking, insulting, beer guzzling, frat boyastic good times. It was nice to spend time with people exactly my age, treading water just out of college and equally as bored and let down with the lack of rewarding promise found in the daily grudge. But it's just always a good feeling to let people see you in a different light and get to know people more than professionally. To send the small world factor through the roof, I ended up giving a guy a ride home who worked with me at a grocery store about eight years ago in my first job. We didn't remember each other, but we did the math and we definitely crossed paths in another life.

I spent the day being productive and running some long overdue errands. Verizon gave me a new phone to replace the old one that hasn't worked all week. Then I went and finally ordered a new pair of glasses, throwing in the towel and foresaking prayers to Saint Anthony and Juan's Cuban voodoo God who never delivered the goods and left me vision-less. Just the same, knowing how easy it would have been to replace my cool glasses (instead of not wearing glasses at all or sparingly wearing my non-trendy spares) I really should have done this a month ago. They should be in next week, very similiar to my old pair but the new design is a little more rectangular. Since it was a Thursday afternoon, I made my catch-up how-you-doin' call to Jack. Sidenote - Jack and I usually talk to each other on Thursday afternoons. We hadn't really talked on account of my kooky schedule since graduation when I lost my glasses. We we both at a loss to come up with anything either of us have done / accomplished since that time. We've slipped back into routine and just now am I even replacing my glasses even though it was at least three weeks ago. So if you haven't tuned into the blog lately, you obviously have been getting the same old tired reruns and no sweeps-week flashiness.

Anyway, I am going to continue to put a dent in the movies I rented from the library and watch the end of Almodavar's All About My Mother. I had rented this one and a scratched disc left me wondering how it'll end... then bed... tossy, turny, humid, icky sleep.