I miss old Bright Eyes. I even miss folk-alternative-country Conor Oberst. I am not too enamored of 2011 Bright Eyes. Previously, if you had told me that a new Bright Eyes album was forthcoming and I wouldn't be listening to it within the first week, heck, the first day of release, I would have laughed and called you a liar. Bright Eyes was such a huge part of my life. I listened to almost the entire discography, on repeat, from... oh... 2004-2008. That was the music that got me through rocky breakups, rockier breakups, good days, bad days, job after job after job, fights and making up and, you know, life. I would listen driving home from work in Lubbock, and sitting around in my parent's dining room, and walking down the street to my apartment in Seoul. And now, as with everything else, it seems that I have moved on.
It does make me worry about the transient nature of the world. Well, not about the world, but about me. What if I'm fickle? I realize that change is a part of life, but it's weird. The people in high school that meant so much to me are barely a footnote in the annals* of my life. I've changed my favorite color three times, people. Three! I used to really dig blondes, but now am very much into brunettes. I formerly hated sour cream and now I think it's not so bad. Oh, and I have decided that, overall, Charles Dickens has a bad rep for being wordy, but he's a clever dude and I enjoy reading his books. That would have never been the case 10 years ago! What else has changed... I think I'm much less social than I was, but I like it. I enjoy going out and being active, and I'm still talkative, but I don't feel like I'm missing out if I'm not always around people. OH and I listen to NPR. A lot. And do crossword puzzles. Maybe it's just a natural part of getting old.
Summer vacation has been treating me well so far. I've settled the details on where I'll be living next year. The lease was up on my current place, but as it's a two bedroom and I'm only one person, I decided to go for something less... two-bedroom-y and settled upon a lovely one-bedroom apartment... across the street. I'll be moving after the first week in August, which will be exciting, since I am not going to try to get a rental car and am just going to take everything apart into pieces small enough to hopefully fit into my car. Did I mention I have a Ford Focus? They'll be REALLY small pieces. I don't have too much stuff so I don't think it'll take long.
I have read book upon book upon book. This evening I finished Scarlett, the sequel to Gone with the Wind. I've read both of the books before. I've actually read Gone with the Wind a lot. I always feel sad for Scarlett at the end, though, so I decided to re-read the sequel just to be able to remember the characters with a happy ending. I'm one of those people that like books to have a very in-depth denouement, so that the tension from the conflict of the story can be alleviated. I want at least a few chapters after the climax... and an epilogue. One that doesn't raise questions or introduce a new conflict for a new story. I guess that's childish, but I want to know the characters that I've spent so much time on have a happy ending and lasting peace. The lasting peace part is important, anyone can have a happy ending*, it just depends on how long that lasts.
Hmm, what else. My refrigerator broke and I got it fixed. I got my recommendation for my standard teaching certificate, which is awesome. I spent a lovely weekend with my boyfriend and we went cycling. I am kind of scared to go fast on a bike, since I realize that it's easy to fall and hard to grow new skin, but it was fun. This morning we went on the Trinity River trails in Fort Worth and I managed to go just over 13 miles. Of course, my legs are tired and my butt is sore now, but it was pretty worth it. The scenery was lovely, the company was grand, and best of all? I didn't fall down.
OH and then there's the baklava. We went to Chadra Mezza in Fort Worth and I had baklava, which I love. I've only eaten baklava a few times, so when the waiter at the restaurant asked us about dessert and mentioned that, I got really excited. The plate came with a few different kinds of baklava and a little bowl of ice cream. The ice cream tasted of nutmeg and cinnamon with a bite of cayenne at the end. It was probably the best food in the entire world. Or close.
Hmm. I went to the Amon Carter museum on Friday morning, too, with my coworker. I hadn't really thought I'd like it much, but it was nice. I'm not a big fan of Western art, and there was a great deal of it, but there were also some interesting paintings and sculptures that were more my style. Also, I just like going to museums. They're usually pretty nice, air conditioned and free. Or cheap. I like free and cheap.
So I think that's it. I'm going to visit my parents this week and see the Rodeo Parade. My mom wants me to help at the public library's centennial celebration, which will probably amount to ladling punch or passing out cookies, but hey, as long as it's air conditioned. My standards for fun things to do lower considerably when it's triple digits heat outside.
*Oh grow up.
*Oh, grow up!
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