there's a cricket somewhere in my house... i can hear it right now, chirping away. its song reminds me of my parent's house - of the country. i miss it.
i wonder if it knows winter's coming and if it does, i wonder if it's scared...
regardless of their complete lack of responsibility (and lack of purpose - honestly, what do crickets do?), i doubt very much i would enjoy being one. only male crickets chirp, and it's usually to attract a mate. this cricket (that seems to be somewhere in the vicinity of my laundry room) is obviously alone. the chances of another cricket getting in here by hotrod are slim to none. this cricket will probably die alone, never knowing what true cricket love is really like. sad, isn't it?
without getting too introspective (i know, too late), i suppose an update on my current situation might be appreciated by my (oh, maybe two?) readers - i'm more stressed out than i have ever, ever been. for someone like me ("me" being the girl who always has something to worry about), this is a big deal. if i didn't like italics so much, i would forgo them for this whole entry - except when mentioning the big deal.
explanation - joe and i found a house. well, not just "a" house - "the" house. so, we're trying to sell ours. we have less than 40 days to do it. to say i'm concerned would be an understatement. also, i've been accepted to college for journalism - something i've always wanted to do, and something i always should have done. i applied through a program called "second career", which the mtcu (or some other acronym - i'm not 100% sure) funds. i'm supposed to start tuesday, and i haven't got word yet on whether or not i actually qualify. did i mention it's wednesday night? did i have to? does it matter?
i've never been very good at waiting, and now i'm being forced to wait for two things huge things that could change my life forever. it's not like i'm waiting in a drive-through line-up or for "gossip girl" to come back on - these are big deals. HUGE big deals...
so, i'm trying something new... "THE POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING". i think i'm giving up being a realist (ok - pessimist) for a bit. i'm going all "the secret" on this shit. even though the first time i watched the movie, i laughed more than i did at "borat" (and yes, i know! a lot of people just found "borat" offensive... well, i loved it! so there!), i think it might be time to try and exercise my karmic muscle a bit. stupid, crappy things have been happening to me lately, like stubbing my toe so hard i almost broke it, and ripping the ass out of my FAVOURITE jeans on my way to my orientation. frankly, the only thing i've ever done better than being a pessimist ( i mean, a realist) is rationalizing. if i can write a black-and-blue toenail off on bad energy and karma, i might even be able to prepare myself for some possibly devastating set-backs. and maybe, just maybe, if there's a grain of truth in any of this, i just may walk out of this a bit happier.
honestly, has oprah ever been wrong? i mean, "she's come undone" was freakin' phenomenal!