ignoring astrology

i cannot for any reason continue to read the daily horoscopes in the boston metro. perhaps the star-reader who writes that column has an unspoken distaste for us sagittariuses, or perhaps this individual just dislikes me and secretly knows when i will pick up and boston metro, suiting each horoscope as though a silversmith in search of vengence would work silver into the perfect bullet....or perhaps i need to take the astrology thing less seriously.

last week...i only read my horoscope twice: on Wed. Oct. 8th, and Fri. Oct. 10th. respectively, each horoscope said thus:

• in everything you do, you will be reminded of how you are not happy with your place in life.
• today you will realize that you wish things to be the way they used to be.

well, that certainly made my days. i mean granted, i already knew both points to be true....but c'mon...that is unspoken realizations and information that maybe a close friend might finally bring up after 30 minutes of a bullshit conversation. you shouldn't have to read it on the subway drinking dunkin donunts coffee.

well...today. i peeked at the metro again. (i had too) and...

• you may not enjoy what lies ahead...feel free to improvise.

well. that pretty much does it with me and horoscopes. i do not need a free press paper that has "sound byte" articles and one sentence horoscopes to dictate my outlook on my life, or my day. if i choose to feel inadequate, or to feel like a failure, or to be unhappy with my current lot in life: i choose so willingly and recognize so freely and gladly. yep. freely and glady.

and...if i choose to ignore that facts: that my day was filled with teaching inner city youth about how to change you face to show emotion, grasping at the chance to use all of my body in some type of donor/experiment for quick cash, or the fact that instead of doing things i should...i am drinking water, eating green beans, listening to the golden girls on the telle in the background, and blog-ing....then i choose to ignore facts.

resolution:
freedom to choose when and where to pay attention to the horoscope in the metro.

a liquid disaster

only minutes after i published my first blog; i procedeed my day performing a slaptick physical comedy sketch ala I-Love-Lucy-style: for myself. i grabbed my cup of coffee; and of course, instead of actually grabbing it, i knocked it over: onto my white wall and down behind my desk, to where many computer wires and other electronic things awaited a caffinated shower. i quickly rushed to the kitchen to grab paper towels, and on the way accidentally knocked over the bucket of soapy water i used to clean my kitchen floor and bathroom yesterday. so my dilemna was this: coffee on the computer, dirty soap water flooding my kitchen floor toward the stove and fridge. of course i chose the computer first, soaked up as much coffee as I could, and rushed to my room to grab one of my own bath towels to mop up some of the water on the floor. of course, comedy always happens in threes...and....OH boy...yep...sure enough, the glass of Coke sitting on my crowded bedroom floor, await my foot to knock it over and spill on to several articles of clothes and a couple important papers of mine. columbus day. a day off from my grin-and-bear-it job. so far, a liquid disaster.

my first blog

it's my first blog, and i have to admit. i feel kinda dirty. is this what is to become of me? blog-ing? will i stop socializing in the "city of singles"? (a route that may prove to be more effective than my current strategy.) will i ignore simple hygienie routines to hop online and blog? will it become my obsession? sharing the perils and triumphs that go on in my sitcom-style life? or will this blog join the ranks of other tried-projects that never quite stuck with me: finishing that one song, my no-carbs diet, organizing all my papers, actually writing in my journal, sorting through old photographs, working out more than twice a week? well...stay tuned to find out.