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(“Random thoughts for Valentine’s Day, 2004…… Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap. Sand is overrated. It’s just tiny little rocks.” Name that movie!)

I’m turning into a hippie. My hair is getting longer and longer. I’m learning to play the guitar. I make my own jewelry. I burn incense. I can’t remember who it was, but someone once told me that if I had to be stereotyped, I’d be a hippie. I thought they were crazy then, but now I see what they mean. It’s not a bad thing, just an observation.

I can’t bring myself to go back to school. If I go back to school, I’ll just be getting a degree to get a good job. And then I’d just work all the time. Right now I’m just working all the time. There’s not much difference, except that my job right now doesn’t require a degree, it pays less than if I had a degree, and isn’t really that great of a job. But I like it anyway. I could find a good job that pays better without a degree if I really wanted to. I don’t really need a degree to work lots.

It’s my half birthday today. I should celebrate somehow. Maybe after work. Probably not.

I really want to get away. I’ve been wandering around the house, looking for my Delta dollars that I got on a trip last year. I need them to buy a ticket to Los Angeles and back so I can visit my sister. If I don’t get on a plane soon, I’ll go crazy. Every once in a while, I just have this desire to take off. I think it’s because up through junior high, my family was travelling a lot. Then when I got to high school, I went on a trip with the drama program or the choir program or whatever program at least 3 times a year. In the last year, I’ve gone to New York, Philadelphia, and Chicago. I haven’t gone on a trip since November, and I’m going crazy!

 I know four people getting married in May. Two on the same day.

That’s all.

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I found this quote just now that sums up my life pretty well. Mel sent to me ages ago, and I thought it described it pretty well then, but now that I’m actually reading it in context, I have to write it down.

It’s from The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.

 “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.

From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olypic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

At this point in time, I’d take Constantin and Socrates and Attila.

(By the way, in googling “The Bell Jar” I have just learned that Julia Stiles is to play Esther in the film set to come out this year. I haven’t decided how I feel about that.)

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