Filed under: Bad Days
I’ve been in Miami for a week now. I’ve worked at City Year one day. I’ve spent almost $500 fixing Tobey the Topaz’s radiator and fan. I’ve been called out each time I’ve ventured beyond Sunset Drive for being a self-hating Hispanic (despite my clearly English/Irish name/Irish ancestry) because I refuse to speak Spanish. I’ve explained each time that I speak Spanish, but I prefer not to. Yes, sir, I understand everything you’re saying to me (I apparently know a surprisingly high level of automotive-related Spanish, go figure), but no, I will not respond in Spanish. I know it’s confusing, but no I don’t hate my ethnicity. I also got hit in the head with a palm tree, had the Cubans fixing Tobey make fun of me for having the best day ever. And now here I sit, roommates home, listening to the Replacements in the living room finally getting down to real work on the screenplay that will never really amount, although fingers crossed, it’s my goal to complete Prodigal Summer (no relation to Barbara Kingsolver, obv) by the end of the least prodigal year ever.
Filed under: Life Goals, Música, Stupid Boys, The New Deal, Trips | Tags: Compulsive Gamblers, Elliott Smith, Elvis, moving again, Nolan Strong, PRODIGAL DRUNK SUMMER
I’m packing everything up again. This time I’m moving to Florida. I don’t want to go, but I guess that means I’m doing something bigger than myself (ha). Actually, I just don’t think it would be in line with my eventual fate as a boring suburban mom if I didn’t do this. So while part of me (that really big part called the “brain” and “spirit”) wants to stay and be officially plan free for the first time ever in my life, the small section (called “sensibility” and “pragmatism”) is making me go. After all, I have no job here (after Oaks ends), no house (after my sublet ends), etc. In Miami, I have a job and a house. But I have friends and romantic prospects here. And bars I love and places I will miss. In Miami, I will be drinking in Applebee’s, by myself. I guess it had to happen though. The Prodigal Drunken Summer has to come to an end, otherwise it’s just alcoholism. Boom.
Some songs that fit the way I feel right now:
[download "Say Yes" by, yes, Elliott Smith, I guess you should go ahead and kill my sad sack self now....] oooh bonus!! (download “Alameda” by him, too)
[download the Compulsive Gamblers' cover of Nolan Strong & The Diablos' "Your Happiness"]
Ta Da! Now I’ve gotta go to the carnival.
