I am not sure I dislike anything more than the process of moving. The endless searching for a place, the packing, the actual moving, the unpacking and the certainty that this is not the last time in your life that this will happen. Its enough to make a girl with ulnar nerve entrapment want to scream.

When my leased ended this year at my lovely 1 bedroom Queen Anne apartment, I moved in with AJ and his roommate under the guise that when his lease was up, we'd find a place for just the two of us. Well, the end of the year came and we're still in this ratty apartment in Northgate. There is a hole in the ceiling, plumbing isn't great (we buy bottled water), the hallway smells like urine...This is definitely not a place I'd ever pick but I can understand it for two guys just living.

Is it true what they say that 2 is company and 3 is a crowd? AJ and I found a beautiful apartment in Queen Anne but its only a 2 bedroom. Not really suited for 3 people (which is what we have now). The location wasn't exactly ideal in my mind since it wasn't really walking distance to most things - which is what I love about Queen Anne, the walkability - but I loved the apartment. Sweeping views of downtown, big closets, nice space. However, after we left there we went and looked at a townhouse in the Central District and it was really nice...but its much too much space for 2 people - its made for three and so is the price. He's going to check out this other house for us today that looked beautiful online and has a fire pit in the backyard. Drum circle anyone?

Okay, so after all of that, my dilemma. Do I tell AJ that I want it to be just us, because that makes me more comfortable and settle for the not as nice of a place or do I just go with the flow and have another roommate? Cheaper rent and utilities (which is nice since I have NO job) and I would get an entire dining room in which to host my dinner parties... The thing is, when you live with two boys there is no personal space for a girl. None.

Sigh. I have reached no conclusion.

I was supposed to go and do 5.6 miles with Jeanne around Greenlake today but have opted out until Tuesday. The reason? I have developed 'ulnar nerve entrapment'! Basically, my 4th and 5th finger feel tingly and its unfortunate. I'm not sure exactly what I did to cause my elbow to pinch the nerve but I do know its very uncomfortable. I have to sleep with my arm straight (I can't bend my elbow because it just aggravates it) and that's a difficult task. The past few nights have been miserable and sleep does not come to those who sleep with arms unbent.

We're trying to move into a new place by the end of the month. Today is the 8th and we've yet to find the perfect house/apartment. I was considering buying until I got laid off but that's definitely out of the question for now. I'm going to see two places tonight and then hopefully will convince AJ that he too cannot live without fried chicken from Ezell's.

A friend just posted that he was listening to 'Figure 8' which just happens to be my favorite Elliott Smith album and now I can't get Son of Sam out of my head.

i've got blonde on blonde on my portable stereo

EFF!!! Nada Surf has announced their 2010 Spring Tour and Seattle is not on it! It has Portland...but no Seattle. What? Do they not realize their number 1 fan is sitting here in a crappy apartment in Northgate wishing that they'd come and sing some of her favorite tunes? Granted, I've seen them over 5 times already and Matthew Caws was quite shorter when we met than I had anticipated...but still. I own all of your albums! I know all the lyrics! I have the limited edition release of your vinyl boxset with its previously unreleased copy of High Low! I even made up a dance that I do whenever I hear Hi Speed Soul!!!! -- No, I won't do it for any of you - unless you're standing behind me spying while I wash dishes and listen to my ipod.

Today I walked 2.8 miles around Greenlake. On Friday it will be 5.6! Jeanne and I are moving full speed ahead with walk a marathon distance around Greenlake project. Rain or shine (well, not too much rain cause I wrinkle) we're going the distance! I'm not going for speed though. After a quality afternoon of exercise, people watching and conversation I swiftly ruined it with half of a burrito from Taco Time.

Tomorrow we go to buy pants. Is that exciting? ::pause for contemplation:: No. But when you're funemployed, you take what you can get.

Posts of livejournal past

I can't figure out how to import my posts sinces 2004 into this new blog from my livejournal. Trust me, they are terrible, horrible bits of literary madness that well, shocked even me just now as I reread some of them. To think that 5 years ago, I was actually having...dare I say it...fun! What has happened to me recently?

Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

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I'm not entirely sure why this poem was circulating in my mind today. However, its truly one of the most beautiful things I've ever read. When I was in high school, I stumbled upon The Bell Jar and immediately began to absorb the writings of Sylvia Plath. And no, I didn't also go out and purchase Smiths records or invest in a stove of my own to off myself (however that does sound like a non artsy way to go - anyway, they only have electric stoves around here). I just think this poem is beautiful and its stuck with me my entire life. I think that someday I'll have it stenciled on a wall in my house. Yes, I like it that much.

Ugh.

I am not entirely sure why it is that I'm starting a new blog. Is it because I am a narcissist? Is it because I am bored? Is it because I'm diluted enough to think that someone cares to read about the turkey sandwich I just devoured?

I'm Beth. Maybe I should have given myself an alternate identity or something to protect the innocent. Too late for that now though.

Since 30 years have passed where I didn't blog about everything - the basics. I'm 30, I live in Seattle with my boyfriend and cat (a understated superhero - the cat, not the boyfriend) and have recently become funemployed. Only - I'm not sure where the fun comes in when you're spending all of your time searching for a job, hearing nothing, and making no money. Hmm. Its a concept that I'll work out over time. Up until 3 weeks ago, I was a sciency person, but am thinking about a career change. We'll see how the cards play out. I was always a sucker for betting until the river card was played even with the crappiest of hands.

Let the games begin!