This year: Newbury.

Next year: BEACON HILL!  We submitted our applications and security deposits tonight to get it taken off the market, we being me, Diana, and Fidan.  It’s an adorable three-bedroom with a beautiful big kitchen and a large living room, one wall of which is brick and cool.  My bedroom is pretty small and oddly shaped, but we’ll make it work.  John Kerry will live up the street from me.  That’s pretty cool.  Also, a washer and dryer are LITERALLY right outside the front door of our apartment, on our floor.  Instead of doing it all in my bathtub, I will walk two feet out.  I’ll have to buy a bed and desk.  I WILL HAVE A KITCHEN.  So excited.  Also, we’re going to try and talk our landlord into letting Cinnamon, Diana’s little toy something, come live with us.

I’m so relieved to have this taken care of.

if this is the end: I loved you all

Last night I went out running around 10:30pm.  Fog had already rolled in, so you couldn’t see the tops of buildings, and then there was a fire over on Commonwealth (which is where I go running).  Smoke filled the air –not so much that you had to run away, but enough that, mixed with the fog, it kind of felt like you were running through a cloud.  While out running, I saw the mandatory firetrucks, ambulances, and police cars for that fire, but even once I got home, throughout the night, I think I saw more ambulances, firetrucks, and policecars racing around than I have ever seen on a single night in Boston.  Woke up this morning and was telling that to someone, and then a firetruck and an ambulance went racing past.  Seriously, I thought it was the end of days or something.  Maybe an alien invasion.  She suggested I turn the news on to see if our president was making any address, but I decided just to continue eating my “hippie” breakfast (granola and soy) and spying out my window for any aliens. 

Today is it grey and rainy.  Gary is home and making noises again for the first time in a long time; I dreamed I called the police and got him arrested.  I need to do dishes and clean the loft, but for the meantime I am eating chocolate pudding and watching Popeye cartoons.  That’s win, any way you look at it.

+ & -

Apartment hunting is hell.  Seriously.  Not an exaggeration.  Trying to get three girls to agree on an apartment is like stapling chocolate pudding to your forehead.  All it does is hurt.

But the GOOD news is: a coffee shop just opened in the bottom of my building.  Oh my gosh.  I don’t think I have ever been so excited about my location in my life.  Granted, I rarely buy coffee because I usually just make my own.  But on bad days I buy coffee, and this is a cool place for me to chill and people watch when I actually want to crawl out of the cave of creativity and interact with humans.

Welcome to Writerhood!

I received my very first official rejection letter today, lol.  Welcome to the world of publishing, I suppose.  It’s from the Boston Theatre Marathon for the bathtub play I had submitted.  I’m actually not overly distraught like I had worried I would be.  I think the plus side of being hyper, hyper critical of myself is that I don’t actually EXPECT to get into anything, so it’s a nice surprise when I do.

Anways, the artistic director put a nice little handwritten note on the letter that the writing was good but the judges commented about the time . . . but then she referred to it by the wrong title, so I’m thinking she got it mixed up with someone else’s?  I don’t know.  At any rate, the plus side of this is that I haev no May committments after school is out, so if I can tuck away enough money,  I can take a trip like I had wanted to.

Anyways, going apartment hunting with Fidan and Diana tonight.  Hopefully we find something we love so I can mark that off my to do list.

In the meantime, I’m really eager to start submitting stuff for publication.  My goal for life is to always have at least two things I’m waiting to hear back about, and I currently have nothing out there that I’m waiting on –I’m pretty sure my fiction pieces didn’t get accepted for the Emerson Review because I haven’t heard back and it’s already going to print, but they’re supposed to send out rejection letters.  How annoying.

Anyways, I’m going to go continue to peruse my 2009 publication bible.

scary

I just bought the 2009 Publishing Guide book thing to begin my journey into the world of publication, since I have several pieces I’m ready to start submitting.

I guess I’m just tired of making excuses for not submitting my work.  Work, school, time, not good enough, not old enough,don’t know enough, too much to learn.  I’m just ready to start seeing my name in print.

Still, it’s scary.

Also, I’m sitting on a bench in the hall at school beside a girl who is snuffling her nose incessantly and it is about to send me on a tristate killing spree.  I kid you not.  I may be writing my next post from jail.

Food Christmas

I got like three hours of sleep.  I am now sitting in my window, waiting for peapod to deliver my food.  It feels like Christmas.  There is literally nothing left in my apartment except oatmeal, soup, and lunch meat.

You better watch out,
You better not cry
You better not pout,
I’m telling you why:
The grocery man is on his way

I think it is safe to say

that I will not marry a Frenchman.  Awoke this morning (granted, at 10:30) to the dulcet (vile) tones of Gary’s voice.  And it made me want to do awful things to small animals.

*Le Sigh*  His spring break ended yesterday and he returned. 

I do love France and the French.  Just not . . . Gary.

Dear Jessa,

What was the creepiest thing that happened to you today? -Your favorite reader.

Dear favorite reader,
The creepiest thing that happened to me today was that, while folding my laundry at the laundromat, I looked up and saw a guy watching me.  And he continued to watch me.  The entire time I folded.

It cost me $22 to do my laundry today.  BUT I shot my medium format project while I was there.  Also turned in my DVR box , figured out my schedule for next semester, picked up camera equipment to do my two projects, bought more film, AND just placed my first order with Peapod.  Groceries carried into my apartment on Sunday.  Now I’m going to go do a bit of homework and then write some. 

And that, my children, is what you call a productive day.

Best week after spring break

Thomas came back to Boston with me to Boston for St. Patrick’s Day, and we had a lot of fun.  Except I basically walked him to death.  I forget people aren’t used to my way of seeing a city, and I just assumed that since he’s a 19-yr-old guy he’d be fine walking.  For like six hours.  Haha, he went home last night and has probably been asleep last night.  Ate out a lot (had AWESOME corned beef at the Pour House, which was “McPour House” for the day), got pastries from the 24/7 pastry place in North End, laid out in the Common to read in the sun (and crazy wind), and saw Coraline.  Which is really good, btw, but wicked creepy.  I’m pretty sure he had fun.

Just went to a meeting about my BFA thesis, and it is SO much less time consuming and stressful than I had feared.  I’m actually really excited about it.

AND Gary’s spring break is this week.  And he is GONE.  WHICH IS SO GREAT.  No slamming doors, no French people yelling outside the window, no stupid techno music playing until 2am, no weird noises that normal human beings don’t make. 

 Thomas’ new hat we got for him.

 Chilling in the apartment with Thomas and Diana for a bit before we walked to the North End for pastries.

 This is the pastry I got.  It’s the cookie monster.  He’s even barfing up a cookie.  He was good but I could only eat a few bites of him at a time.  Sooooo muuuuuch suuuuugar.

a little good, a little bad

I am discontinuing my television services right now.  This is so sad.  I am slipping into poverty, lol.

I say, sitting in the window of my Newbury Street Apartment.

Real life upcoming events are overwhelming me.  Classes are preventing me from being able to start my career, but I have to have my career started in order to decide what I want to do after school.   Not to mention, I don’t currently have time to breathe.  Preparations for my BFA and Honors Senior Thesii (plural of thesis? I like how that looks) have to begin because I need to get my project done before I can write the papers, and I don’t even have time to do THAT because of classes. 

My to do list wont’ fit on my dry-erase board anymore.

Tomorrow they come to pick up my DVR box.   Internet on it’s own was $59.99 or I could get internet and basic cable for $52.99, so I went with that.  Now I’m trying to decide if it’s worth restarting my netflix account for two months . . . That’s like $30 I could save . . .  I’m also selling my guitar to buy a much, much cheaper one.  Sad times again.

I’m reverting to my old ways of pincing pennies to the extreme.  I basically am a survivor of the Great Depression in the body of a college girl in the 21st century.

What’s for lunch?  A sandwich with moldy cheese.  Well, I cut the mold off.  But still.  I think I’m going to wait until there is LITERALLY nothing to eat (which is fast approaching, lol) and then do peapod delivery because I don’t have time to actually go grocery shopping.

The only good news in all of this is that I got my student loan reimbursment for this semester, so I finally got to pay off my ENTIRE credit card bill.  I’ve been carrying a balance of a couple hundred dollars every month, which is okay except that I hate carrying a balance.  And now I am free and can see exactly how much money I have. 

More good news. I just realized Adobe never gave me my money back after I returned the incorrect photoshop program.  So I called and got that straightened out, and they’ll be depositing $215.00 into my account within a month.  So there’s that, then the $60 I just shaved off my comcast bill.  That alone could could pay for a trip overseas for me!  Doing good.