Operation Ada Jane

Set some long term goals today. Proud of them. Proud of myself.

I think I'll start using full sentences from this point forward.

The whole thing kind of stems from my youngest sister's status as a rising high school senior, which isn't a big deal to my life plan except that when she graduates high school my mother will sell the house and move to wherever seems super relevant at the time. So unless I've found a real job, I'll be out of luck and out of time.

So with my dear mother's help we've devised Operation Ada Jane. It is a plan that it's name sake perfected at the age of 17. She worked it hook line and sinker. I shall too.

Unfortunately, I'm working with smarter targets, driven targets. Unfortunately, said targets have been on to my varying versions of Operation Ada Jane for years. Maybe that will make it harder, maybe easier. And I'd ask your opinion but Operation Ada Jane has to be a secret or it will never work. And it has too, Operation Ada Jane is a comfortable future, not dazzling but cozy and sweet, which at this point is more than enough for me. 

If Operation Ada Jane is a successful I'll be set.

Wish me luck!

Friday!

I'm sitting at home with cider watching The Social Network.

In my one down, how come alone is an effective way to to catch a buzz?, state I'm looking at the tube wondering why I didn't stay in college and study computer programming. I know, I know it doesn't matter I would have never created anything as earth shattering as facebook.com, the all consuming, all knowing, face planting social website. But I make very little and Mark Zuckerberg makes tons so you could see my the justification for my head shaking.

But the reality is, I'm not into screens full of code, hell, the book I'm currently reading is about verbal snaffoos. I'm enamoured with the way the author writes, after being told that those convoluted sentences that I so love are too complicated for readers (and I'm sure that this is true in a sense, too many long sentences often become too confusing) I am reading a book by a man who writes in these lovely sentences. I'd marry him for those sentences alone (don't fret, the man is married and not anywhere near here).

Authors be warned I get this feeling a lot. I love people who use words but I don't think marrying one would be a good idea, kind of a Joe Orton/Kenneth Halliwell type thing, and yes, that was sick but I've always feared that kind of crazed-ness lived within me. And I saw Prick Up Your Ears. I still fear the crazed eyes and hacking someone to death with a hammer.

I won't. Because I am self aware.

Oh, self awareness tells me I'm rambling.

Good night and happy Friday.