17
Apr
2008
Good Investment #1
…. a new mattress.
I’d been sleeping on the same old futon mattress for the last five years. After awhile, you just get used to it, and you think all mattresses are like that.
Not so.
Kameron Hurley
“I do not wish them to have power over men, but over themselves.”
- Mary Wollstonecraft
Archive for April, 2008
15
Apr
2008
Happenings
I passed my first economics test tonight! Yes, that’s right… I got a C! Seriously, have you seen the graphs? The graphs, oh I loathe them.
Hey, I’ll take the C.
In other news, I’m mostly settled now in the new place. Furniture was delivered and mostly put together. The not-Boyfriend dropped by and gave me an old TV that’s pretty ghetto looking but has a clear picture.
We ended up going out to dinner and talking for four hours. It was a good talk, pretty adult, actually, and we covered a lot of ground. I love it when we talk cause we’re both so fucking honest, and when he’s willing to talk straight, well.. yeah, it was a fun, adult talk, and fun to hang out with him again. Hearing about all his latest antics, though… well, it was sad to realize that I’ve lost the trust I used to have in him. I don’t know if that will ever come back. That trust has been pretty well crushed over the last six months. It’s something that will have to be rebuilt, if possible. I’m not sure he’s up for it. But then, I’m not sure I’m up for it right now either.
Suffice to say, it was good to talk, and to realize, once again, that though we’re powerfully attracted to each other, he’s got way too much bullshit he needs to work out on his own to make anything feasible right now.
And, let’s face it, yo: I deserve somebody who realizes I am full of awesome! 
In other news, there are dates and marketing homework and I just finished some grocery shopping. I’m taking out a date of mine to see Spamalot next week, which should be fun. I’m not exactly hooked into anything serious right now, and that suits me just fine, to be honest. I like going out and getting to know folks.
It’s fun to sit around and snuggle on the couch and hold hands and go out and do stuff without having to deal with that whole “commitment freakout” thing – from me or from whoever I’m dating. I never dated in highschool, really, or even college. I didn’t start seriously dating, as in, dating in the sense that most folks mean it, until I was 25. I have some catching up to do. I always waited until I liked somebody a whole lot, then fell hard, went monogamous, and battled it out for a year or three.
This isn’t what most folks do, apparently.
More than that, though, you know, I really like my life. I like where I’m at. I feel confident and sexy and powerful. I love my job, and my new digs. I’m going back to school (and passing, if nothing else!). I have my sweet book contract. Now, all I need is a dog and a bigger social circle out here and a house eventually and I’m set.
See, the thing is, I got the life I wanted. Or, rather, I’m continuing to work toward getting it.
And I’m really happy with where I am so far.
Wow. This apartment thing was huge for my self-esteem, you know? There was just something I needed… I needed to be able to say I could survive on my own again. I needed my own space.
The life I wanted.
14
Apr
2008
New Digs
Stephanie says: Boy, Kameron, you have a LOT OF SHIT!
Which the three of us hauled up two flights of stairs.
Yeah, that’s a lot of shit.
And more in the bedroom.
Lots of shit.
But having the balcony was worth the stairs. Steph and the Old Man prob’ly don’t agree. But seriously: balcony, people!
This morning: first pancakes in the new digs!
You know what I did after I finished eating? I piled all the dishes into the DISHWASHER and started it! It was a miracle!
Like CIVILIZATION OR SOMETHING!
More pics later today of the place all put together. I still have a load of stuff from Ikea coming in today. Those 30 years worth of National Geographics had to go *somewhere.*
11
Apr
2008
In Which the Protagonist Falls In Love
It really is a very nice apartment.
Picked up the keys today, signed the lease, checked to make sure everything is clean and tidy and in order. Sat on the floor for a few minutes and let myself realize that I finally had a place of my own that nobody else was partially or wholly paying for (dorm rooms don’t count!).
My own place.
It was a moment that put me in mind of how great it must feel when you finally own your own home.
I’m working on that next.
But for tonight, my bed is taken apart, my things are boxed up, and me, Steph, and the Old Man will be shlepping my stuff over to my new digs early tomorrow.
Welcome to spring.
A whole new year.
10
Apr
2008
Curse of the Golden Flower
Pretty, but lame. Like a hot date you can just never get yourself to care about.
07
Apr
2008
Goodnight
Work deadlines, project details, corp bios, film shooting, film scripting, worktime workout, apartment logistics (DSL, DP&L, adjusted paperwork dates), come home and continue to dig out the yard for patio project, catch up on Econ homework, eat, collapse.
Tomorrow: more of same.
Also, some writing in there. Um. Somewhere.
It’ll be quiet here this week.
06
Apr
2008
24-Month Theme Song
This has probably been the Kameron Hurley theme song over the last two years. Crazy does love company. Here’s to hoping something with a little more sanity will come to represent the next couple of years.
I just hope that whatever it is has an equally catchy beat.
Gnarls Barkely – “Crazy”
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions had an echo
In so much space
And when you’re out there
Without care,
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough
I just knew too much
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly
And I hope that you are having the time of your life
But think twice, that’s my only advice
Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are,
Ha ha ha bless your soul
You really think you’re in control
Well, I think you’re crazy
I think you’re crazy
I think you’re crazy
Just like me
My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it’s no coincidence I’ve come
And I can die when I’m done
Maybe I’m crazy
Maybe you’re crazy
Maybe we’re crazy
Probably
Uh, uh
06
Apr
2008
You Know….
… People who don’t own books must have a way easier time moving around from place to place.
Just sayin’.
05
Apr
2008
Ways to Finish a Saturday
Once the bush was out, we started digging the foundation for the new patio. With the extra dirt, we started filling in the old hole where the bush was and the low spots in the yard.
Then it was time for beer and dinner. We’re headed out for some burgers and calling it a night.
05
Apr
2008
Ways to Spend a Saturday
The Old Man has had a hankering to move this bloody fucking bush from out behind the kitchen window and park it in the back of the back yard.
He’s been hankering to do this for a year.
I move out next week.
So it was time.
Three hours of digging and it’s finally out!
The guys were really helpful!
It’s all about leverage.
And pick axes.
And more pick axes.
And some more pick axing.
Prepping the back yard.
Mmmmm tasty prep work.
Pulling up sod was never so exciting.
Now comes the bloody fucking bitch part.
Up and out!
All I needed for incentive was the promise that at some point in the day, we’d have actually moved the fucking bush.
Eventually, it would move. Really.
Yes, we had to roll it. The truck kept getting stuck in the yard. No, I don’t have an pictures of that. It was only mildly amusing.
This is why I work out, yo.
I think this is how I would look after playing rubgy.
At one point, I did move the bush by tackling it.
Really, the guys were totally useful.
The reveal!
Once we got it upright, it was all down hill from there. Literally.
I still couldn’t quite believe we moved it.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh success!!
The boys housed each other down. We’re down with that sort of thing here at Hacienda Dayton.
This is Stephanie’s “Ha ha you’re all muddy and I’m not!” dance.
To be fair, she did buy us pizza.
Yes, there’s a gigantic hole now. These big rocks are how we leveraged that bad boy out of there.
Gratuitous gear shot.
The dogs weren’t all that helpful.
My ass will never look the same.
Next week: MOVING DAY!!!
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