I really have nothing to write but feel like I need to spend my time more productively than playing FreeCell and waiting for the kids to go to bed so I can watch inappropriate tv.
I have spring fever. I want a new house. You would think the transition to a new job would satisfy that insatiable need for safe change but I guess since I’ve had the same hair colour(s) since last fall, I’m overdue. So I’m looking for a new house. No one else in the family is convinced that this is as important as I am, but since no one is willing or motivated to get rid of stuff, we are out of space and I want more. I have never wanted to be “that” girl, who needs more anything, but I do. Sorry.
It’s science fair time and as usual I am having trouble controlling my desire to be involved. Lucky for me, Aimee did not understand the Scientific Method, and I had to help her develop an experiment to determine which shooting method gets elastic bands to go the farthest. Jack decided not to do one this year, but he does have a lot of hockey games coming up so it’s probably best.
I took the kids to see the Jonas Brothers in 3D today. The music is dreadful, and the band is too young to be fantasy material. But of course, it wasn’t for me. It was for the kids. Alas, even Aimee thought it was boring. All it really did for me was to stir up a desire to do something glamorous. I concluded that I am going to do something to become famous and attract a following of adoring fans. It seems my sole marketable talent is writing (and I’ve missed my chance to become a rock star), so I will have to come up with The Great Canadian Novel (or a series of lucrative but simplistic formula-based beach novels). Unfortunately, it will take some time – I can’t commit until my thesis is done, or neither project will ever be completed.
So I will go off to wait for my nail polish to dry, and the kids to go to bed so I can watch Entourage and be self-righteously appalled by the lifestyle (a fraction of which I secretly crave). In the meantime, I will research formula-based smutty romance novels and plan my new career as a “real” writer. Blog and plot suggestions are welcome. Credit will be given of course.