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A quick hello to my blog readers (I know there's at least one!).

Things have been busy, and tiring as of late. I can't complain though. I have a job (as tedious and meaningless as it may feel sometimes), I don't have swine flu (though, when I first heard about the possible "pandemic" I instantly thought about my mom and her awful experience with a 1976 swine flu vaccine, then wondering how much of this a result of 24-hour news casts and the fact that 1000's of people die every year from the flu (non-swine-type)), my boyfriend is coming home from a business trip in an hour and that really...things could be worse, and I'm fairly content.

I've been working diligently on staying caught up in my classes. This is a feat of some sort so far seeing how a) my classes aren't terribly interesting and b) including commute time, i spend about 45 hours a week doing my work thing. I'll be interested in my final grades this semester. So far, all As. As long as I don't mess up finals?

It's a weird feeling to be in a house where 2/5 have a job, and that you're 1/2 of that minority. Ethan and I are very lucky, and are making a decent income. Google laid off people in his department, so happy for him he shouldn't have to worry about another round of lay-offs for awhile. I digress, it's weird to be 2/5 people who have to wake up at 7AM (..and try to get to sleep before midnight). I can't tell if I'm resentful or annoyed, but the situation drives me crazy. The "let's do shots!!!!!!" yell at 11:45pm on a Tuesday night isn't my favorite thing to hear.

My brother came to visit this weekend, and I had a really nice time seeing him. I liked that he got a little (and perhaps strange) glimpse into my everyday life. I hope he had fun, I drug him to touristy places, fed him some tasty food and maybe a little too much whiskey. Pictures to be posted of our SF trip soon! Thanks again for visiting, Seth!

I've been playing WoW a little too much the past few days while Ethan is gone. For some reason, I can only lay in bed at 7pm and eat popcorn when he isn't here. Not that'd he'd mind much, it's just a 'private' thing...I guess? :)

That's all for now. Goodnight!

“If you wait to do everything until you're sure it's right, you'll probably never do much of anything.”

Every day, is brand new. There's so much potential in a 24 hour period; but, for the most part, we all do pretty much the same thing everyday.

I wake up between 7:15-7:30am.
Drop my boyfriend off at the train station by 8:30am.
Get to work by 9am.
Work until 4:30(ish)pm.
After 4:30pm, there's a little variance between: I pick up my boyfriend from either the work or train, go home and make dinner, watch tv/play video games/do homework, have a beer, go to sleep.

I'm struggling with the normalcy of it all. I have a good life, a happy life, and I'm beyond lucky. It's just not what I'd ever planned for myself (that's to say I'd ever planned anything at all). I guess at some point I sort of expected my self to live "outside the box", or something. The idea that I live a quiet, domestic life isn't a bad one. Just, a little odd still in my mind.

I mentioned these things to Ethan, and he suggested we 'experiment' with life a little. Not to say, cocaine or wild orgies, but just breaking out of the routine we're so (a little disconcertingly) used to. When he mentioned this, my gut thought (which is usually what I always say, too) was "..How?". What? Where? I was so confused to where I'd even start. I still am today. I need to learn to live, a little. Be okay with knowing that some things I try I'm not going to enjoy. Other things might keep me out of the house too late. Some things might make me late for other things. Some might be scary. I'm almost 23, and I'm not living that way. So, perhaps I'll try.

What will I do? I have no idea. Baby steps, I imagine..

More to blog later on Meredith's existential crisis 2009 later.

“Death is terrifying because it is so ordinary. It happens all the time.”

My mom has been urging me to write my thoughts lately. I've wanted to, or even needed to, but my will and motivation has been low.

Let me preface my words; I've been having an existential crisis for about two months, maybe less. The kind of crisis that consumes about 75% of my day. The kind where I evaluate every moment, interaction, word and person I come across with the anxiety and fear that death will take these things away from me.

Anyway, I was listening to NPR a day or two after the inauguration on my morning commute. I remember, very clearly, sitting about a mile before my exit in bumper to bumper traffic. I wasn't annoyed by the traffic, since I had a cup of coffee and 20 minutes. A blurb about pollution in the United States came on. The conclusion of the story was, "pollution rates have decreased in the past 10 years (good news), extending the average lifespan by 8 months (also good news)."

I panicked. The thought ran through my head, over and over like a ten-ton truck over a helpless body: "I'm going to die someday". I couldn't feel my legs, I was shaking, I had to quickly relearn how to accelerate my car. The thought and feelings settled while I sat in the parking lot, but had by no means dissipated in time from me to start work.

Every since that moment, I haven't really been the same.

I'm not sure why it was that 30 second news broadcast that made me realize my mortality. But, it did. And I'm also unsure to why it felt real, where other indicators of death and dying had seem to exclude me and my loved ones from being human. But it had. I've been spending every day since trying to understand what it means to me. This includes analyzing every thought, feeling and emotion I have. I stare at people, and wonder when it will be there time, who it'll effect, and will they be ready. When I do this to friends and family, I almost puke. The thought of losing them is a more grief that i can currently comprehend in thought; the actuality of it would destroy me. It doesn't make any sense to me, why we're born to die, but the fact is that it doesn't have to make sense.

I keep looking at the world, my world, like it's a game now. We can choose the rules, who we want to play with, and how we can cheat. How we lose, though, is inevitable.

There are a lot of tangents that I can go off on. I'll try to stick to the point. I have more words that I have time right now.

Back on point. I'm scared. Terrified. Anxiety ridden about how/when I meet my demise. That scares me more than almost anything. If it's tomorrow; fuck. My life has been a wasted one. You can try to argue with me that no life is wasted, how every day is a gift, etc. Honestly though I'm just now figuring out who am I, what I like, and what I want to do in my game. If I knew tomorrow was my last day, I'd be sorely disappointed.

I'm more scared about losing someone I love. My family. I'm not quite sure I can even articulate my emotions when thinking about such a thing.

I think I need to stop here, my thoughts are getting fuzzy again. I'll be back here soon to type more words, that may or may not be coherent thoughts about how I'm feeling about the past month.

one year

it's an interesting time for me this part of january, where i'll be hitting a lot of 'one year' marks. i've lived in california for a year now. which means living with ethan for a year, in this house, in this city. 

soon, very soon, it will be my year-mark at work. 1/23/08 was my hire date. it's nice to think i've stuck around there that long, and to think about how much i've learned, and the progress i've made. i like that.

next week will be my second year at my school here. it was a year ago i was excited and terrifed to be taking classes again, wondering if i'd do well, scared to think about how i'd balance my brand-new californian lifestyle. 

i think it's all gone pretty well. i like 'year-marks', anniversaries. 

i renamed my blog, it seemed to suit it better. i tend to write these at night, when ethan is asleep - and i'll never forget him rolling over, annoyed, asking me "can you please type less vigorously?". and no, i can't :)

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