The greatest movie in the history of the entire universe comes out today, the movie starring my two boyfriends Brad Pitt and Orlando Bloom, running around being all manly and tragic.
Throw Thom Yorke in there and you’ve got yourself a tidy little formula for turning miss cjm into a swooning puddle of goo.
I am on a Great American Quest for a Great American Pillow.
I don’t know that means, but I do know that I need a good pillow, one that is firm and reliable and ideal for side sleepers and not made of bird feathers and costs less than $30. I’ve gone into some stores recently and perused their pillow selections, and I honestly do not understand why someone would buy a pillow, A PILLOW, for $150. I don’t get it. Why? Why would someone do that? Could a pillow really be that fabulous? Because I’d want a hell of a lot of action from a $150 pillow. Serious, hardcore action.
I believe that it is lack of decent pillow support that keeps me from getting a good night’s sleep. That and this damn baby rolling around inside me. I had to pee only around 9 hundred thousand times last night.
So I’ve mostly enjoyed the comments section. It isn’t quite the forum of deep thoughts and the exchange of ideas and information that I was hoping for, but overall, I like it. However, it has become a daily chore to go in and delete all the SPAM comments, if you can call it that, all those stupid, annoying ads and links to porn sites and penis enlargement pills.
Hmmm, funny how those two things seem to go hand in hand.
Anyway, I’m thinking about eliminating the comments. I don’t know, maybe I won’t. It involves a lot of extra effort to take it away. It just bugs me, that’s all I’m saying.
You all should be pleased to know I did very well in school this past semester and even made the dean’s list! To be honest, I don’t know what that means exactly and considering it IS Emerson, it isn’t a big deal, but I still feel very good about it. The dean made a list and I’m on it! yay!
Good grades make for a happy christa. I’m a nerd, what can I say.
In other news, the cost of renting a cargo van one-way to Tucson is looking to be much more expensive and troublesome than originally thought. Hrm.
Well, I’m back in Boston now, after my brief jaunt to AZ and Coachella.
And honestly, I am tired of talking about Coachella, so if you wanna know about it, go talk to someone else who went. The most important things you should know about this music festival is: it was very very hot, there were 12 hundred million people and Thom Yorke is my boyfriend. Oh and also…fucking Jeff Tweedy.
I have to admit, I’m a little apprehensive about my move back to Tucson. I’m EXCITED, but nervous. There is a reason why I moved across the country and stayed here for 4+ years, and it isn’t just because of school. I just hope that I’ve grown up enough to be able to handle being thisclose to my family again. I love them and I’ll be glad to have them around, as long as they don’t make me too crazy. Especially when it comes to raising my son (I still giggle whenever I say “my son” because it feels so surreal and delicious and foreign).
In case you haven’t noticed, I have peculiar ways of living, loving and loafing and those ways aren’t always agreeable to people, in particular my family. I am a bit “off-kilter” to them. I don’t want anyone intruding on the way I parent. They all have their way and I have mine. I get enough grief about my lifestyle and the choices I make, and I won’t have that spilling over into my methods of childrearing. I will speak up and tell them to butt out if I have to, but I don’t want it to come to that. My relationship with them has reached a very steady and nice balance by being farther away from them. The distance lets me live my life and do my thing and be the christa that I am, so this move and our sudden close proximity threatens that balance.
I am sure it will be fine. And I’ll only be there a year or so, because I have to come back to Boston to finish school. I can handle it for a year. I’ll be so busy with Rye that I won’t have time to worry about my family.
It’ll be great being around my friends, that’s for sure. It makes me very happy how excited and happy everyone is about Ryland. This boy already has so much love. It makes a girl happy.