back to that one gvpt class i'm taking, the one that frustrates me to no end. it's intro to public policy, by the way....well. we've been working on a group project/simulation for the past month. in this simulation, every student in the class is filling some role in the policy process to address the growing global coffee crisis (i'll direct you to oxfam for background reading, but i'm biased). i won't get into all the messy details, but it's important you realize this has been going on for ONE MONTH. today, the last day of class, we're handing in our papers. not just one, but two of the guys in my group mistake me for the other oxfam representative, amy. i get, "hey, have you turned in the group paper yet?" i say, "ummm. no, that was amy." dude (wait, i know his name, tom) replies, "ohhh, you're not amy?" jesus. it's not that difficult to learn the names of nine people you're working with on an assignment for a goddamn month.
maybe i set my expectations too high. or maybe i'm transparent. fuck people, really.
i swear i'll come home from cats and write something more upbeat for you, my audience of maybe one! posted by heather at 6:03 PM
couldn't have been longer than fifteen minutes since i'd walked in the door from the bank to deposit $160 to cover the $150 check i wrote friday. i've got mad skills. this being broke thing has lasted longer than it should, and it seems to be getting worse. i need to fix that. but back to my story...
the doorbell rings; it's 1:30 on a monday afternoon, and i'm by myself. i don't wanna seem like some paranoid freak, but we don't get many visitors here ringing the bell. i had locked the door when i came in (i'm getting beter about that, probably seen too many sick tragedies), so i paused, looked out the peephole. i recognized him from when i had come in not long before, he was talking to the neighbor with the hideous hair who doesn't clean up after her dog....i felt safe enough. open the door, dude is adorned in D.A.R.E. labels-- solicitor. damn damn damn. here i am, making coffee, chillin after a nice, healthy bong hit, worried about all this work i have to get done for tomorrow...and this guy is making me feel guilty. about a program i not only don't support, but consider total garbage (in terms of effectiveness, appropriateness, etc etc etc). i gave up before he could even say a word! sucker bitch.
needless to say, now i have to find $40 to deposit within the next couple... posted by heather at 2:02 PM
my dad didn't show up this morning, i don't think. the alarm went off at 4:40, but it felt *a little* too early, so i closed my eyes. it was six after five when i woke up for real; i rushed down the stairs, ran out the front door in bare feet, preparing to blurt, "okay, okay, just give me a sec." however, no dad right there, nor was he in the parking lot. stood up again! plus, he was supposed to be bearing treats (fresh donuts and caramel popcorn from dolle's at the beach). if i had any motivation, i would've dressed and run on my own, but it's easy to push it off. ah well.
i'm in the middle of reading and such. it's just SO boring. i can't concentrate for very long. i bet i'm the most unproductive person you know; it's pathetic.
no use in procrastinating any longer today. here i go!
as busted up as my body felt, it was a nice run...very soothing to see the blues, pinks, oranges painted across the sky. the one thing about jogging-- it allows me to allow my mind to rest. it's quarter after one now, and i'm exhausted. still didn't do school work tonight; i'm getting behind. i'll be up early in the 'morning' to get a good start.
i booked my flight to seattle tonight. i'm flying in the afternoon of aug 5th and staying in the city for the night. i'll head out to the gorge wednesday morning to set up camp early enough to enjoy it! this trip is bound to be wonderful.
...but in the meantime...bonnaroo is just over ONE month away! that's finally beginning to sink in, and i still don't know quite what to expect. my only hope is that i don't dwell on the company...because he's a good guy. and there will certainly be no shortage of people.
there's something i don't do often enough...watch the sun set. there's something peaceful and calming and conclusive about it (maybe that's the point). it's a good time to breathe and reflect; probably the ideal situation for a run. i'll let you know how things go ;) posted by heather at 7:33 PM
