Total number of hours I’ve been awake so far today: 3
Watch out for those stealth naps, they’ll sneak up and smack you in the back of the head.  Next thing you know, it’s five o’clock and you’re waking up to the phone ringing and snow falling. 

Still nothing witty or thought-provoking to share.  I’m thinking today is the day of sharing completely and utterly random details of my life.

Try to stay awake.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 04:51 PM Permalink

Woke up feeling a little melancholy this morning (12:15, actually), but I can’t complain because Saturday was as perfect as I’d hoped it would be.  Much on my mind today, but nothing I feel like sharing.  That is the writer’s perogative, right? 

I’ll be back later with something witty and thought-provoking.  I hope.  Oh, the pressure.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 12:35 PM Permalink

I am the “cool librarian.” Never mind that I’m not a librarian.  I’m cool.  This, according to a 14 year old girl who seeks me out every time she comes to the library.  She introduced me to her father tonight as the “cool librarian.” She comes by to talk about new wave and punk bands I loved when I was in high school-- The Smiths (Oh, Morrissey!), Violent Femmes, Velvet Underground, The Ramones-- and asks for recommendations for vampire and werewolf books. 

What I really want to know is, does my coolness stand alone or am I only cool in relation to other librarian-types?  Hmmm… Maybe I’d better not ask.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 07:07 PM Permalink

-- The application has been e-mailed.  If not for e-mail, I never would have gotten it out on time.  I hope they realize only lazy procrastinators submit applications via e-mail.

--Just what the heck is in Cheez Doodles that leaves your fingertips orange no matter how much you wash your hands?  Ewww…

--Olivia Goldsmith, best known for her wickedly funny debut novel The First Wives Club, has died at age 54 due to complications of plastic surgery.  She was having loose skin removed from her chin.  Talk about ironic.  Are you paying attention, Jae?

--The L-Word is hot.  Same sex, different city.  Check it out.  Cute girls all over the place.  I mean… whoa. 

--I do not look good in hats and there is nothing I can do about it except cut my hair.  Which I won’t.

--HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHANNON!!

--Valentine’s Day is going to suck like a Hoover, but I had fun buying Valentine cards today.

--My horoscope yesterday:
Don’t go anywhere yet. Fearful people count on your stabilizing influence. As much as you hate to put your plans on hold, it’s the right thing to do. Being needed is far better than having no one that cares.

I’m not sure if this is referencing the job I probably won’t get or something else.  Not that I believe in these things, of course.

--I’m fine.  Honest.  I have a bruise that looks like some sort of relief map thanks to the size, swelling and vivid coloring, but I’m mobile even if I am sore.  It’s strange to get e-mail from people I don’t know personally inquiring about my health.  Thanks.

--I would kill for a chocolate brownie right now, but I don’t feel like making them.

--Number of saved voice mails on my phone: 17.  Don’t ask me why I always hit “2” (save) instead of “3” (delete), I can’t explain it. 

--I should be writing instead of this.  See comment about lazy procrastinators.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 09:20 PM Permalink

Dear God:

I just wanted to take a moment and thank you for giving me a well-padded ass.  Otherwise, when I went crashing down the slippery deck steps, I would have cracked my coccyx rather than simply bruising my bottom.  I appreciate the thoughtfulness that went into my design.  You’re quite the creator.

Best wishes,
Kristina Wright

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 03:34 PM Permalink