Do it to it

Now that the majority of my holiday hijinks are over, I am starting to get into school mode. I think that until Monday evening, I'm going to read as much NON-SCHOOL literature as possible because I'm sure that once things get rolling, my daily reading will be about tension in the Caucasus or non-linear editing. Whatever. This would be a lot more fun if I had a better idea of what's come after the semester is over.

I've already started entertaining the idea that my passion for politics and my desire to work on a campaign may POSSIBLY be yet another phase. I hope it isn't, but I have a tendency to get pretty excited about something, fully convince myself and my loved ones that I've found my calling, and then the flame dies, and I'm left trying to figure something else out. Granted, this isn't the worst way to go about things-- I've amassed a staggering breadth of topics to discuss while drinking-- but it's certainly not the best. While Ben was in town for Christmas, we talked about the idea of seeing ambitions and life-plans in smaller increments, and adopting the opinion that changing paths every 5 or so years is actually pretty awesome. I think I could be Campaign Dana or Political Dana for a few more years. We'll see what May brings. (I'm just glad I got over my music business phase. Good Christ, that was misguided.)

I had a tough conversation with Jan on the way home from Cincinnati today. I was reminded yet again that some of the things that I love MOST about certain family members are also the things that are most lethal. (Consider the episode of Sex and the City where Big bribes the patrons of a restaurant to let him smoke his cigar, and Carrie realizes that his attractive arrogance is his best feature and his biggest liability. Yeah. As much as I can't stand it now, I can speak pretty damn fluently in SATC references.) I was really happy for 2009 to finally take a fucking WALK, so now I'm impatient for 2010 to live up to my lofty expectations. Really, any day now, I'm going to sell my screenplay for a gazillion dollars. Just wait and see.

In other news, I am getting very excited for a bridal shower I am attending this coming weekend. Generally, I hate showers, bridal AND baby, but this one should be awesome. My best friend all through middle school is getting married in March, and we recently got back in touch, and I scored an invite to the wedding. I know that she and her family have had some OBSTACLES since she and I were partners in crime, and I think that her shower will be one of several occasions when we can reunite and congratulate each other on making it this far. Also, I got her a SWEET gift. I think I already touched on this a few days ago, but why do people complain about shopping off of a registry? It's fun. It's like a real-life version of Supermarket Sweep, except more expensive and slightly less entertaining. (Does anyone else remember that game show? Or maybe Funhouse with JD Roth-- who looks exactly like my brother in law? No? Alright.)