Being Sick is a Bummer

I have been "under-the-weather" for 4 days now. The worst part is that I do not feel better. I have stayed home from work, which feels awful, and I have hung around my apartment near the couch doing very little. I have eaten, taken naps, watched a smidge of television, checked my email, wrote, read about preparing for a half marathon, signed on to paperbackswap.com (even though I do not have 10 books to register therefore not allowing me to ask for a book to read that all the libraries in all of Los Angeles County have checked out!), talked to my Mom and friends, strummed on my guitar, made a doctor's appointment, and mentally tried to prepare myself to go into work even if I don't feel better tomorrow. Oh, and I picked up my Derwent Graphic 2B pencil and sketched a partly nude drawing of a woman. The act of drawing has been the one benefit to this time alone in my apartment with the miniscule amount of energy I have that makes scanning the pages of a book or standing for 10 minutes to wash dishes or prepare food nearly exhausting. My boyfriend commented, "You don't seem sick." My attitude has been quite lively, despite the fact that I am getting worried as to why my body feels so run down, as if something seeped inside and is preparing to take over but hasn't fully engaged in all-out battle. And so here I am at home, four days running, feeling little better than day one when I slept all day. And I am just wondering, "What the hell? Can I not get deathly ill for a day and get it over with?"

Just Talking

I am not exactly sure what to say today. Work has been a little slow for me. People say that I should enjoy it while it lasts. We are wrapping up a show, and I haven't been officially assigned to the next show. I have had one task on the next show. Oh, I know. I wanted to mention a new movie that is absolutely amazing. Into The Wild is a brilliantly directed movie. So many parts go into making that movie one of my favorites of all time. It is like The Discovery Channel's Planet Earth special series (what 5 years in the making?) and a heart-strumming story of man's pull to survive come together. In addition to the cinematography opening my ribcage and eyes wide, the twining of quotes from Thoreau reflecting the inner journey of Christopher McCandless could not have been more inspiring. This movie was so moving and had such depth that I left the theater exhausted and in complete reflection and appreciation.

New Band of Interest

I just discovered a new band whom I find quite interesting. Beirut is the name. They are an Indie band, or that is how I have seen them classified. Someone at work sent around an email for tickets to their show tomorrow night along with their myspace page containing a few of their songs. I am hooked. I am no music guru. In fact, I am probably one of the least knowledgeable persons regarding music. However, I do live in LA now, so perhaps my exposure will be greater. I have always enjoyed a wide variety of music, from rap in my early teens, to heavy metal and folk throughout the years. In fact, I am finally learning to play a guitar that I have owned since 1999. It seems I am learning so much these days. Isn't that what life is all about? Learning.

Whew! What an ordeal!

Yeah. I am back. I finally figured out my username and password, so I could write in my blog again. Typical. I was so excited about creating this thing, and then I forgot about it. I didn't record the details. So much has happened between now and the last time I wrote. I went home to SC for my Dad's long-time girlfriend's induction into Clemson University's Hall of Fame. It was my first time back home from LA since March. I had never been away from home for that long before. I was quite homesick before I left. And then I realized that LA is my new home. I belong out here despite the fact that for the first 30 years of my life, I lived as a Southerner. I am really a Pacific Westerner. It is interesting and relieving to learn where your body is meant to be.