and then there's the rest of it
Apr. 27th, 2010 11:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, a few developments for those who are not living in my brain.
1) I have a new job. My last day at Hunter was Friday, and I'm starting at Barnard on May 10th, where I will be Director of User Services (shut up). This is a big promotion-like thing, and I have moments of shrieking panic, but in my more rational moments I feel tolerably sure I can handle it. I also had the smart of giving myself some time between jobs, which I didn't really have last time 'round; I intended to spend it frolicking around in spring weather, except...
2) So that thing where I hurt my ankle at aikido and then some more in a mosh pit? It was feeling mostly better, so I kept going to class, and I kept going to yoga, and then it started to hurt somewhat when I walked, and then started hurting a lot when I walked, and I did the HMO referrals dance, and the referring ortho couldn't see me til July, and I went back and bibbled at Callen-Lorde's referral dept., and they sent me to the NYU walk-in clinic on Friday who tell me I have a chronic sprain because I haven't just let the stupid thing heal. So I have an air cast and crutches, and I'm supposed to keep off it as much as possible, and wear the (extremely ill-fitting) air cast when walking, and etc. I am coping with this with my usual grace and serenity: which is to say, hanging on by the skin of my teeth and being a whiny little bitch. I seem to have an enforced staycation, except the part where I still seem to be running around a lot. But I'm taking the bus whenever I can, and that's something, yes? In spite of the fact that some of the M66 drivers are rotten fucking people, to the point where one actually closed the doors in my face as I was about to put my foot on the step. (Some of the others are really nice, though, so I guess this evens out.)
3) I still have not hung my curtains. I faithfully swear that I shall call the landlady tomorrow and ask if we have a ladder. I have to change a light bulb anyways. Watch, I'll get them finally up and then hate how they look.
4) As far as I'm aware, we're all still supposed to put our plastic/glass recycling in clear plastic trash bags. So why do none of the stores around me sell 'em?
5) I'm having mental hysterics off-and-on that the progress I'd been making on the weight loss front will now be utterly destroyed by enforced inactivity. Because what can you do without a leg to stand on?
6) I went and asked a boy out, for a number of reasons, not least of which was to confirm that I was capable of doing so. I was ready for "yes", I was ready for "no"; I was not prepared for utter silence. The entire situation has led to numerous reflexions, including that my dating brain appears to be stuck at age 16.
7) I have Rock Band again, which makes me happy, except I really want to drum, but it's my right foot I hit the kick drum with, and that will just not do; and I prefer bass over guitar, but you can't have a solo career as a bassist (tell that to Lemmy, jerkweeds).
8) In spite of all of these bees, I'm doing pretty okay.
1) I have a new job. My last day at Hunter was Friday, and I'm starting at Barnard on May 10th, where I will be Director of User Services (shut up). This is a big promotion-like thing, and I have moments of shrieking panic, but in my more rational moments I feel tolerably sure I can handle it. I also had the smart of giving myself some time between jobs, which I didn't really have last time 'round; I intended to spend it frolicking around in spring weather, except...
2) So that thing where I hurt my ankle at aikido and then some more in a mosh pit? It was feeling mostly better, so I kept going to class, and I kept going to yoga, and then it started to hurt somewhat when I walked, and then started hurting a lot when I walked, and I did the HMO referrals dance, and the referring ortho couldn't see me til July, and I went back and bibbled at Callen-Lorde's referral dept., and they sent me to the NYU walk-in clinic on Friday who tell me I have a chronic sprain because I haven't just let the stupid thing heal. So I have an air cast and crutches, and I'm supposed to keep off it as much as possible, and wear the (extremely ill-fitting) air cast when walking, and etc. I am coping with this with my usual grace and serenity: which is to say, hanging on by the skin of my teeth and being a whiny little bitch. I seem to have an enforced staycation, except the part where I still seem to be running around a lot. But I'm taking the bus whenever I can, and that's something, yes? In spite of the fact that some of the M66 drivers are rotten fucking people, to the point where one actually closed the doors in my face as I was about to put my foot on the step. (Some of the others are really nice, though, so I guess this evens out.)
3) I still have not hung my curtains. I faithfully swear that I shall call the landlady tomorrow and ask if we have a ladder. I have to change a light bulb anyways. Watch, I'll get them finally up and then hate how they look.
4) As far as I'm aware, we're all still supposed to put our plastic/glass recycling in clear plastic trash bags. So why do none of the stores around me sell 'em?
5) I'm having mental hysterics off-and-on that the progress I'd been making on the weight loss front will now be utterly destroyed by enforced inactivity. Because what can you do without a leg to stand on?
6) I went and asked a boy out, for a number of reasons, not least of which was to confirm that I was capable of doing so. I was ready for "yes", I was ready for "no"; I was not prepared for utter silence. The entire situation has led to numerous reflexions, including that my dating brain appears to be stuck at age 16.
7) I have Rock Band again, which makes me happy, except I really want to drum, but it's my right foot I hit the kick drum with, and that will just not do; and I prefer bass over guitar, but you can't have a solo career as a bassist (tell that to Lemmy, jerkweeds).
8) In spite of all of these bees, I'm doing pretty okay.
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Date: 2010-04-28 09:35 am (UTC)#6, I can sympathise. I finally got my brain out of that state when I was able to look at the evidence and see that, hey, every date I've ever been on has resulted in at least a second date.
Then I had a really dreadful date a few months ago and have largely reverted to 16-year-old me. Who really wasn't very good at this stuff. At all.
#8, w00t!
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Date: 2010-04-30 04:15 am (UTC)(Meanwhile, events have reminded me of the lingering question of where my 17.85-year-old dating brain got to; it, at least, managed a spectacular dramatic failure, and as such was arguably an improvement on its successors. I figure it was roughly equivalent to, I don't know, maybe the 12-year-brain on a normal person, but.)
and I prefer bass over guitar, but you can't have a solo career as a bassist
That's a shame; I've found that the Rock Band bass otherwise does a pretty good job of realism, in that most of the challenge is in keeping the beat while the drummer falls into the haha.
Because what can you do without a leg to stand on?
Most core exercises and a lot of weight stuff, I'd expect. Maybe not the most useful thing (and I Am Not An Exercise Person), but there is stuff to sink energy with.
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Date: 2010-04-30 01:51 pm (UTC)I think you can solo as a bassist in RB2, which I do not yet possess. But it's funny you should mention; one of the things I like about playing bass is that Dr. Nick is our usual drummer, and he's actually good at it (having been one in high school), and I really enjoy that on some songs I can ignore the timing of the little blots on the screen and just match to what he's playing.
Most core exercises and a lot of weight stuff, I'd expect
See, I thought yoga would be okay, but of course there's a lot of putting-weight-on-your-ankle and twisting-joints-around, and that turned out to be Bad. Weights, though, yes. Stephen suggested the same, and it is to be noted that they didn't take my Hunter ID away so I could bus up to the school gym...