so today when i got to work i remembered that i forgot to wish my mom a happy b-day yesterday. i suck, i'm a terrible daughter.



i had another job interview that went really well, but i don't think i'll be able to take it :/ it's one of those long hours, low pay, working for social justice jobs as a political organizer for the working families party. as much as i want to do it, it's not feasible. and the right decision is not to take it, and that sucks.



damian-boyfriend and i spent the weekend together, which was nice and too short as usual.

we saw the golden compass.

it was two things:

1. AWESOME

2. NOT FOR CHILDREN

it's very violent, but not bloody, which is why it's pg-13 and not R.



i might have a place to live in hartford. a friend is renting out his condo and it sounds pretty affordable. i'd just have to find a roommate.



still waiting on my student [financial] aid report to see if i'll be in classes.



to be honest, i'm not doing my best to make everything happen.

but as usual i emote in web comix:

i generally feel like crap.

i think the perma-cold has set in.

i'm also feeling anxious about my tentative move back to hartford and school.

i'm afraid it won't happen over these next few weeks, which has me all neurotic and makes my face leak.

but if it doesn't happen this semester, then the next; and that's okay. i'll just have to figure out something else to do and somewhere else to be.

aside from that nothing else really matters, does it.



but i still emote in webcomix:





. . . i suppose i still care about some other aspects of life. . .



but mostly like:

the snowmelt of potential fills the reservoirs of broken dreams

this year's:



and





last year

this year has felt like last new year's eve. 2007 has been spent being some place i don't want to be, but i'm comfortable enough.

i can't remember the last time i had a good new year's eve.

the ones in hartford were last luster, and the ones before that were spent being underage and getting shitty drunk and being a shitty [though humorous] drunk...

even though i've RSVP-ed for an event, i don't know what 2008 will be about. i'm anxious about changing my plans from being in cali to being in ct.

that's b/c SF has seemed like the ultimate escape for these past few years. now it's just another place i'd like to be.

i want the rest of this year, next year, and every year after that to be about living my life. how hard is fucking that? it's not that fucking hard. then why is this hard?

yes, on monday for a part time office bitch job- rock!

i'm feeling better about this move.

i <3 the end of this article:





NYPD-detective-turned-Red-Hook-building-owner-and-Jane-Jacobs-enthusiast Greg O'Connell pretty much sums up the story we've been hearing this season:

"It used to be that if you were from Okefenokee," he tells me, "and you were the best dancer in the world, the idea was that you could come to this city to make it. You’d live three in a room if you had to. But now the three-in-a-room places are disappearing. And you need that balance or you choke the life from the city."



His suggestion to someone young with money? Move to Buffalo!



but seriously, the NYC hipster overflow should look at regional cultural centers- spread the wealth, spread the gentrification, and stop fucking up my city.

but in earnest, buffalo is a great city. i could end up there for grad school.