Drama High

I've been embroiled in a little drama of my own making on the homefront. No gory details but I must say the 17 year old girl in me has been making a mess of things. Can I blame it on what I'm reading? Can I blame it on E. Lockhart? No. When I read Rats Saw God I began to believe that I was the main character, Steve York. A 17 year old boy. I even e-mailed the author, the supremely cute Rob Thomas (no, not the one in the band), and told him about it. "Middle Aged Librarian Assumes Identity of Steve York"... Rob wrote back that he was pleased. We had a little e-mail back and forth for a few years. Then he went to Hollywood and became a bigtime screenwriter and his Teen fiction career was over.

But I carry on my malady of becoming the characters I read about. Especially disconcerting when I read teen fiction. Maybe that's why I don't read it that much. It's really only the good books that affect me that way. John Cheever's Letters? I was Cheever for weeks. Maybe I should read something with a highly successful and happy protaganist. Hmmmmmm. But The Librarian of Teens recommended Nothing to Envy: Ordinary Lives in North Korea. So now what? I'm going to start behaving like a North Korean living in an Orwellian world? Oh jeez.

The drama my 17 year old teen self concocted entails electronic communications. I have been seriously acting like a maniac in e-mails, texts, and facebook messaging. I think I've hurt people's feelings. I think I have used my qwerty keyboard for the bad. I'm considering just throwing it all out. Computers, phones, microwave ovens. I can't handle it. Acknowledging that you have a problem is the first step. But then I turn to blogging because there is just so much in my empty head that I have to get out there!!! And since I only have one reader, I can blog till my fingers are blistered and nobody will be hurt or insulted or called a fucked up hipster. Unless I run across a true fucked up hipster that I need to blog about...

Will try to keep it happy, chirpy and positive, which was my original goal here. So here's a happy thing that happened today. When I arrived at work I was actually GLAD TO BE HERE. I felt like I was coming home. It was an amusing way to start the work day since I usually dread the thought of dealing with the public. I think it's a relief to deal with someone else's problems for a while. Thank you library.

Library Happyness

Today is a good library day. First, the Mayor and City Council have proclaimed today Public Employee Recognition Day in response to the Wisconson union busting that's happening, and to acknowledge what all of us slaves to the public do for our people and communities. It might be just a piece of paper but I like it! I was also visited by my regular patron, an Iraq Occupation (I still refuse to call it a WAR) veteran with some PTSD issues, who proudly told me he had wrestled a gun away from a guy on the bus yesterday and to watch for him on the news tonight! Yay! My very own little vigilante. I have befriended him. We're on a first name basis. I want him on my side. Especially if I ever ride the bus. And lastly, I get to go to Reader's Advisory Training with Nancy Pearl this afternoon. One library training session that is gauranteed to be very entertaining and worthwhile. This is all so nerdy.

What about the drama???? Where is it??? It's coming up soon as the deadline for moving my domicile approaches. I feel like I'm going to be a cloistered nun. And that will be good for me in so many ways. On the other hand, I'm sure the drama will try to take me down. Living with an ex-husband and a sullen teen daughter is probably right up there on that list of major life stressors. There will be blogging.

Tomorrow is the long awaited haircut. I have been threatening to go for the Ramona Flowers do, but something is telling me I might want to reconsider. Maybe just not the pink or blue or green part.

Keepin it PC

Despite my earlier posts which were heading into the murky depths of my twisted mind, I remain resolute in my mission to remain happy and chirpy. Not dark and sex crazed. I went swimming over the weekend and had an excellent workout. Read into that whatever you like.

Reading E. Lockhart's latest and I must say I am enjoying it. Because I am nothing if not totally emotionally stunted. I have the mind of a 17 year old girl. And the body of someone in desperate need of probiotics.