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Just the adventures/goals/life of a girl in a big city.

Books. Reading. Keeping Track.

July 2, 2013

With a bit of inspiration/motivation, I’ve decided that now is as good a time as any to start keeping track of things that I read.


A Wizard Alone: New Millennium Edition by Diane Duane

Wizard’s Holiday: New Millennium Edition by Diane Duane

A Wizard’s Dilemma: New Millennium Edition by Diane Duane

Dragons of a Fallen Sun by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman

The Brothers Majere by Kevin Stein

The Child Garden by Geoff Ryman

Cold City by F. Paul Wilson

Magic Steps by Tamora Pierce

Worm by Wildbow (at 1.7 million words, can this count as like 10 books?)

2014 – Goal: 28 

Hidden Cities by Moses Gates

Clariel by Garth Nix

A House on the Hill: History of 219 11th St SE by Robert Pohl

The Immortals quartet by Tamora Pierce

Song of the Lioness quartet by Tamora Pierce

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (in Russian) by JK Rowling

Abarat by Clive Barker

Detroit: An American Autopsy by Charlie LeDuff

Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman

Myst: The Book of Atrus graphic novel by Heather Larkin

Night Film by Marisha Pessl

How Cities Work: Suburbs, Sprawl, and the Roads Not Taken by Alex Marshall

Cities anthology

The Rithmatist by Brian Sanderson

The Design of Everyday Things by Don Norman

The Million: Season 1 by Samuel X. Brase

The Planets by Dava Sobel


Firebirds Rising anthology

Destiny of the Republic by Candice Millard

Moonwalking with Einstein by Joshua Foer

Stiff by Mary Roach

The River of Doubt by Candice Millard

Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell

How to Talk to Girls at Parties by Neil Gaiman (short story)

It’s Even Worse Than It Looks by Thomas Mann and Norman Ornstein

Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking by Susan Cain

Bloodhound by Tamora Pierce

Terrier by Tamora Pierce

High Wizardry: New Millennium Edition by Diane Duane

Deep Wizardry: New Millennium Edition by Diane Duane

Death Masks by Jim Butcher

Summer Knight by Jim Butcher

Grave Peril by Jim Butcher

The Map of Time by Felix Palma


Things I will and won’t focus on this year

December 25, 2013

Things I will focus on:
Reading books for adults
Writing blog posts that suck less
Stop pretending to improve my graphic design skills and actually do it
Making my arms stronger

Things I won’t focus on:
Sewing things that suck
Videogames that I’ve already played
Reading books for teenagers
Pretending I know how to take photos and edit videos
The Etsy shop that’s sort of been up for years now and I keep telling myself I’ll post stuff in it but everyone knows I won’t actually do it

Things I’ll sort of focus on if I have time but that aren’t really a priority:
Crocheting and knitting
Videogames I haven’t played before
Keeping track of my calories
Wishing I had a cat
Writing fiction for myself – though admittedly this is something that belongs more in the second category

Sad things of sadness

November 6, 2013

I’ve cried more in the past month than I think I have all year.

More than when I broke up with my ex. More than when I didn’t get that job this summer. This last month, I’ve had more than I can take.

First it was work. My incredible boss got a new job, and I’m left running communications for the entire organization. Then it was bedbugs, which infested my mind more than my actual room. Then it was my roommate, who accused me of abandoning her because I stayed with my boyfriend for a week while the apartment was in shambles, and who then suddenly decided to move back to Michigan. I now have to find a roommate and try to sell the apartment to people while the floor is still coated with pesticide.

Now it’s the security deposit, nearly $2000 of my money that I can’t access because stupid Wells Fargo has a policy on not depositing checks that have two names on them unless both parties sign the check in front of a bank teller. Never mind if your former roommate, whose name is on the check, moved to Philadelphia more than six months ago. Never mind if that $2000 is more than half of what you have in your bank account right now. Never mind that it’s more than 2 full months of rent that you can barely afford anyway in your roach and bedbug infested apartment.

I always try to do the right thing. Mostly out of paranoia that if I do the wrong thing, I’ll be chastised or punished. I’m pushing myself harder at work than I can deal with, and feel like I’m not getting fairly compensated. I feel guilty because I feel like I’m being self-centered/whiny/privilegedwhitegirl right now, and really, I am.

It bothers me when people try to say that their problems aren’t such a big deal by saying things like, “I’ve got a roof over my head, I’ve got a loving family, my situation’s not so bad compared to that homeless guy over there.” Yes. Those are all great things. Yes, you’re extremely privileged because at least you have a job, and you have a family, and you have a roof and a bed to sleep in. But that doesn’t make the problems that you’re facing less valid, or less stressful. It doesn’t mean that things are automatically easy. That’s what I hate about that argument – in trying to seem self-aware and cognizant of your privileges, you think that your problems shouldn’t affect you on an individual level. I’d never tell someone who lost their job and had a family to feed that “Well I’ve had to stay with my boyfriend for three weeks and keep all my clothes in plastic bags because of the bedbugs” but for me, the situation is still incredibly stressful.

This doesn’t have a cheerful ending, I’m sorry to say. I’m pretty sad and upset right now, so…there’s that.

I’m really lucky Sam’s in my life.

I don’t think I could have done this without him.

I love you.

On Giving Up on Numbers

June 6, 2013

Sometimes I wish I’d committed more to writing.

I think I’ve taken my writing abilities for granted, for the most part. Growing up, I wish I hadn’t always been been praised for it, all through school, at work…I grew complacent thinking I was better than others, or that I didn’t need to practice. I didn’t seriously believe that creativity was practically a muscle, and it can atrophy.

Now, maybe it’s my prevailing insecurities, but I read the things my friends and acquaintances have written, and it makes me feel as though the way I’ve been writing hasn’t grown or evolved in any meaningful way since I was in high school. Some of that could be because I stopped participating in in roleplaying communities, which was like a constant daily writing exercise. Since I left Aternaville (my main community) I feel like my vocabulary has suffered, my creativity has waned, and my general passion for the written word faded.

I tried to get back into RP, but each time ended in dropped threads, or I just couldn’t find a writing partner whose characters and writing style meshed with mine.

Starting The Completist has helped, to a degree, because blogging is my weakest arena, and I imagine that the more I force myself to write, treating it like an obligation, the better I’ll get at it.

We’ll see what happens. I’ll keep you posted, Void. Thanks for listening.

34: On Observations

April 29, 2013

12 facts about this moment:

1. I forgot my book today so this is what I’m doing on the Metro instead.

2. I’m hoping that I’ll be able to sit down.

3. Woo! I sat. Typing standing up is hard.

4. I also forgot my water bottle today.

5. But that’s ok! I have already decided that this week will be better than last.

6. Wait I just checked and it turns out I did not forget my water bottle. This week is already like 10000x better.

7. There’s a documentary about the graffiti along the Red Line in my neck of the woods that I really want to see. A lot of the lettering is indecipherable but you can tell there’s meaning behind it. Some of it is really sad. “RIP Mom and Carla”

8. There’s a woman two seats in front of me with badly streaked purple hair. I saw her yesterday on the train too, sitting exactly where she is now, with me two seats behind her. Habit’s a funny thing.

9. The only way to get better at writing is to keep writing. And also keep the jeep riding. (Turquoise Jeep represent)

10. Union Station! I have to hurry to finish this if I want to be done by the time I reach metro center.

11. The only thing worse than a cold shower is a lukewarm shower. I feel a much stronger sense of disappointment when I try to keep adjusting the taps, attempting to coax something impossible out of the faucet.

12. I can’t help but think about how in the future, earbuds will replace all human contact. Already, ten of the sixteen people in front of me are plugged into some device or another.

Finishing this post as we pull into metro center. Pretty proud of myself! Lets make this a habit

Bonus: I get to be in the car with blue lights! Everyone looks so much more tired here.

33: Short wait

April 10, 2013

No no no no no.

I don’t like this blog because it’s a reminder of how much time has passed in my life.

My landlord has given me permission to repaint my apartment. I will soon go out and purchase buckets and rollers and tarps and all those other things that go along with painting.

32: On Noise?

March 22, 2013

I am so confused by my neighbors across the hall. It’s 2pm on a Friday, and they’re throwing a raging party.

More power to them…but I can’t help but be confused. It’s not the sort of thing you expect during the work week.