High Desert Jezebel

How has it been three months already since I last posted?! (Answer: I am a procrastinator!). Well, the trip to Ohio went off okay; we had a three AM, middle-of-nowhere flat tire, but an awesome tow truck guy in Rolla got us not a spare but an actual tire and wheel for, like, twenty bucks. SOOO cool. Visited parents, friends, went to the Cincinati Zoo (perhaps a poor choice for the middle of a hot, humid August day, especially coming from Albuquerque), and rescued a friend and her kids from her crazy mother on by dropping them off in Denver on the way home. School started and I realized that picking some of the most homework/study-heavy courses at CNM and then cramming four of them together back-to-back was probably not the best idea I've ever had. Especially when I was planning a wedding in the middle of the term. I might have to drop one of the classes so I don't screw up my GPA. Johnny and I got married three days ago (yay! and FINALLY!), which was fun. I picked a ran...

I'm going on the road in a week and it cannot come one moment too soon. I've spent most of my days this summer lying around inside avoiding the sun and the heat (mostly the sun) when I don't have to go to work. I didn't go to school 'cause I wanted time to myself; I should have realized that when I have a comfortable place to procrastinate I'll never get anything done. I just reread old books, watch Netflix, and dye my hair. I guess I've gotten some good paintings done and we've sold some artwork this summer, so that's something. Still, I do miss green trees and water and beaches and towns that aren't fifty miles apart. I'll be glad to see my family and the friends from home who haven't left yet; as I've gotten older I've realized that I had it a lot better as a kid than most of the people I'm close to did. Maybe we'll check out some local punk shows while we're in Ohio. It's been a long time since I've lived...

There is a party in Boulder, Colorado, tomorrow night. I was invited but the person who invited me doesn't expect me to actually show up because I live almost five hundred miles away. I was thinking about jetting up there as soon as I get out of work tomorrow; I wouldn't get there until probably two in the morning but her reaction if I showed up with no notice would be worth it; she has the best reactions. She squeaks and jumps up on me and is so happy to see me (why do people always want to play it cool? No one wants their friends to be like "Hey, you showed up, cool, whatever" when they show up out of the blue, they want people to be excited!). The main problem is that Johnny has an MRI scheduled for Sunday at five o'clock. Who schedules MRIs for Sundays? I didn't even know they were open on a Sunday. It isn't important, though, just an MRI to tell him what he already knows, so maybe we'll blow it off and go anyway. I'm dying to get out of Burque...

Right now I'm listening to podcast by my cousin. She's eleven years older than me so we've never been very close; we saw each other a few times a year (Christmas, 4th of July, weddings, and baby showers) and I knew she was the only other member of my family that could be called "alternative," (by that I mean she was into things that most people in Ohio were not even aware of). I left the area when I turned eighteen; she had kids and went to school and stayed in the area. A couple years ago she published a book. It's amazing to me that someone I know has published a book. I know a lot of people who have written zines or who show art or make crafts that are sold around town, but not one other person who's done something like this. She recently found me on facebook and said that she thinks we have a lot of things in common so today I googled her name and found youtube videos of her burlesque performance, profiles of her on half a dozen pages, her blog, and ...

It's been awhile since I've really posted on a regular basis; my old blog got left behind with my old MySpace account. I miss it; it was a way for me to put a thread out in the world that is open but not so direct as posting shit on FaceBook. Too many people who there who know me some, but not enough. Sometimes an escape from your friends is nice. Anyway. Been living in this desert town for about two and a half years (in the state off and on for over a decade) so I guess it's my hometown now. Sometimes I miss the water back home but not enough to want to live there. The people are different here, more accepting than any place I've ever been. Santa Fe was one of the easiest places I've ever been homeless in, everyone was so easy going. The land of manana, right? I haven't been painting as much as I'd like to lately. School has eaten up so much of my time; I like it but do I really need so many essays and projects? I'll just be glad to take the summer ...