15 posts tagged “things”
i am bloody sore and stiff today. i guess the long walk sunday afternoon followed by the short walk early monday morning was more than i should've piled on in that short a time. oh well. i enjoyed both of them and i certainly don't plan on stopping anytime soon. it's the good kind of stiff and sore; the kind that tells me i'm doing my gastrocs and soleuses and quads some good. i'm trying to do some gentle stretching throughout the day, but what helps loosen me up the most is... walking around. so i'm going to try to do more walking today, or else i'm going to do something else. i say this now, at nine in the morning, but by the time i get home i'll probably want to do naught but put on my pj's, get some writing done, and go to bed! so we'll see if that happens. i'm really bad at making myself do much of anything exercisey at night. i'm far too inured to getting up in the mornings. crew utterly ruined me for anything else. now, if only i could find my way back into a boat....
i'm trying to impose a few new rules on myself: exercise three to five days a week, not including weekends (weekends are for long walks and other interesting new things like hiking or biking [if i ever get my bike ridable again, that is]). drink at least two big bottles of water a day (32+ ounces each). no caffeine after three in the afternoon. get to bed early enough that you can handle getting up at five to exercise most days. eat regularly, and not just crap, too. remember to test your blood sugar and take your meds and bolus properly for meals. yanno, normal stuff. so far, i'm doing ok with most of those, too.
last night was my final night of knitting. there's (maybe) a second class starting up next week, but i flat can't afford it right now. so i will not be taking it. maybe in the spring i'll be able to swing it. i really enjoy it, so i'm hoping i stick with it enough to get better. right now my stitches are all over the place, and i'm not sure what is going to make me more consistent other than making lots of crap that's going to look... well, crap. scarves. lots of scarves.
haven't heard from anyone regarding the jobs i applied for yet. i'm thinking about checking out some local yarn shops to see if any of them are hiring. smaller stores. and the library. maybe greetings and readings is hiring. that's further away in general than i'd like, though. at least bel air is close to day-job and no further away from home. hunt valley is further away from day-job but no further away from home. *shrug* i guess i just don't want to increase the gas consumption too much, yeah?
stayed up way later than the norm for me last night, to livechat The Hills with some of the girls from Pajiba. I came away from the experience with a few things: they're all way funnier than i am(the girls, not the people on The Hills); spencer is an utter tool who deserves to be kicked in the face, repeatedly; and not a single one of those people is worth caring about. Also, I'm still weeping tears of blood from subjecting myself to that. But it was fun to do naytheless.
i had a veal parm sub for lunch. it was awesome.
why is it so much easier to do this blathering here that i do so well (that's a spell, hell), yet so hard to find the proper... tone and voice and information and frame of mind and intention to write my BB posts? i love contributing to the site, but i've had a hard time of it lately. I always feel guilty when i have written some of my normal blather but am behind on my posts for them. this is just me fucking around and venting my spleen, that's a responsibility to be taken seriously. yanno?
i called my mom this morning to get our GP's phone number. I'm going to make an appointment to go talk to her about talking to... someone. So mom asked me why I want to talk to Dr Nolan, and i promptly burst into tears. because that seems to be not just par for the course with me the past few weeks, but... birdie for the course when i think about the subject of seeking outside assistance. (hey, i made a golf metaphor! shoot me now, please.) But i managed to explain, and she said yeah, that's probably a good idea. i told her that it upsets me, but i'm not sure why (other than, yanno, everything upsets me right now), and she said we have a tendancy to want to solve all our problems on our own and not ask for outside help. and she's probably right.
so now i just have to call and make that appointment. the phone number is sitting here in front of me. i think it's taunting me, actually.
(this was all written throughout the day at work yesterday, but I didn't get a chance to post it.)
I'll not recap the weekend, because i wrote every day. Well, that and i didn't really do anything this weekend worth recapping. But go do some catching up anyway, will ya?
I forget, in my never-ending obsession with getting enough sleep, how much i love the early morning hours. Everything is hushed and peaceful; the world is still asleep. i find it to be a very pleasant time of day, even when i'm wishing i was back in my warm and cozy bed, dreaming little dreams.
i got up at five this morning and went to the track. it was both quite exhilarating and kinda creepy. there's no lighting on the track itself, so i was walking by the back porch lights of the houses along the one side, the lights from the high school across the street, and by the light of the moon. I could even see Orion.
the first lap was eerie. i couldn't tell if anyone else was on the track, because i couldn't see more than ten feet in front of me all the way around. i kept listening to see if i could hear anyone, and thought to myself maybe i'll just do a lap and go home and get on the treadmill.
then i remembered that there are power tools all over the basement, so i couldn't get the treadmill down even if i wanted to.
after that, i settled in and got into the zone, and it was nice that it was quiet and there was no one around. there were other people there, i could occasionally see their silhouettes across the track as they passed through the light. It was quite chilly, but I was dressed almost warm enough. i'm going to have to find my ear warmers if i'm going to keep walking in the mornings for as long as the weather will allow me, however
it reminded me of being on the water at five a.m. i could practically hear the oars clicking in their locks and the water rushing along the gunwhales of the shell. Made me really miss five am on the water calls and rowing in general.
used to be, working out really made my day better. the last time i was in the habit of getting up before work to exercise, it improved my mood every time i did it. the day would go by that much faster; i would just feel better.
but that, apparently, was the old me. she isn't around very much these days, and i miss her.
the dogs woke me up yesterday just before six, and i couldn't get back to sleep after letting them out, so i got up. the only thing on tv was music videos. i didn't even know they existed anymore, but apparently they do. they're only shown on VH1 from 0600-0800 on Sunday mornings though.
i finally saw/heard that Katy Perry song? I Kissed a Girl?
wow. that's a retarded-ass song. that katy chick looks kinda like she's trying to be a sluttier version of Lily Whatsherfacewhosenameican'trememberrightnow. Shit, what's her name? Anyway, I don't think I approve of her. That's all. And that song is stupid.
In other song-related news, I woke up with Copa Cabana in my head this morning. I couldn't even tell you the last time I actually heard that song, and it was in my head this morning.
first of all, if you can name that song, i <3 you.
anyway.
maintaining the posting format from yesterday--that's how i roll, bitches:
-it's taking me forever this week to get my BB posts written. don't know what my problem is. but you should be off reading BitchBuzz right now.
-wait, finish this first!
-i managed to, not once, not twice, but at least three times step over the puked up hairball the cat left me in the middle of the floor. she's been doing that fairly close to often lately. maybe i should get her shaved? is there any way i could possibly traumatize my already skittish cat anymore? advice?
-my mom makes pretty kickass cookies. they're cakey enough for me; however, they are also rather moist. rather too moist. i think she's putting too much sweet potato in them. or not quite enough flour. i'm not sure which.
-i've not watched Heroes from Monday yet. I don't really care. i've not watched Fringe for the past two weeks. I don't really care. i think i'm two episodes behind on True Blood now. I think I'm done with that. I am getting the first two discs of The West Wing from Netflix next. I couldn't be happier about that. Where has all the good TV gone, and why is there none of it left?
-i am fascinated by characters who are completely unsympathetic, yet somehow are sympathetic and also kinda creepily relatable. is it because i'm one of those delusional girls who wants to fix the bad guy (or girl; not that i swing that way, despite the all-girls catholic high school)? good god, i hope not. i think mostly of Dexter here. dude's a fucking serial killer. yet, you sympathize with him. he's the main character of the show. he HAS NO FEELINGS, but you cheer him on. the same can, at least to a certain extent, be said of House. there's those hints that he used to be a human being. but now...he's just House. discuss?
-holy shit, batman. R Lee Ermey is the corpse of House's dead father. rock.
-at this point in my evening, i leave the computer (finally) to go try to finish The Lies of Locke Lamora. This is another one you need to read. i finally figured out why i hesitate to finish it (and I might be repeating myself or someone else); i don't want it to end. and this is despite having Red Seas Under Red Skies waiting to be put into my next pile of books. i continued to sit in front of the fucking thing for at least forty more minutes, then crash. no reading of books that i highly recommend to all and sundry was done.
-decided to join in on the Cannonball Read challenge from Pajiba. 100 books in one year. i look forward to the challenge. i'm a bit behind... need to catch up. look for the "review" of Small Favor, my first read, to be up in a day or two.
-i am so frakking queasy this morning. i nearly gagged when i was brushing my teeth in the shower this morning (yes, i brush my teeth in the shower). partly i guess because my toothpaste is disgusting, but partly due to the queasiness getting the better of me. i keep telling myself i should eat SOMETHING, but i can't quite handle the notion right now.
-of course, i stepped on the scale this morning, and according to it, i've lost nearly five more pounds. so that's nice. i don't know where they went. please don't worry, however. i am still eating, still testing my blood sugar nearly as much as i should be, and still taking my insulin. i'll let you know when i start mainlining 5 Hour Energy shots, or go on a white powder and white milk diet. then you can start worrying. 'kay?
-i don't match today, and I didn't realize it until i was in the car on my way in. i'm wearing a royal blue t-shirt (You can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning), with pants that are roughly the same color of my eyes (ie, kinda blue grey. i call them cadet blue, because they seriously remind me of the crayon). just thought i'd point that out.
- I have no idea where this trend came from, or what its point is. but i'm stealing it and making it my own. this week, at least. here's some stuff.
- is drunk emailing as bad as drunk dialing? discuss.
- finished Small Favor last night. am sore tempted to read it again right now. i truly adore Harry Dresden, and there are few fictional characters about whom i can say that. i know i keep saying this, but if you haven't already read them, please do.
- would someone please define "weird" for me? i'm curious as to how others define the term, as i'm pretty sure my own definition is far from the "normal" one.
- i've been having some problems with breakfast lately. i keep waking up kinda queasy as well as hungry, and thus have a hard time eating much. at least i'm eating though, right? however, today the queasiness has carried over quite a bit, as it's eleven and i'm still feeling it. not happy about this. (*update at two: yeah, still a touch queasy. boo.**)
- lots of things bug me. a lot of them are incredibly neurotic, or at least i view them that way. one of which? not emailing me back! ooooh, that bugs me. i've learned to deal with it, because i have a number of friends who are terrible at it. i try not to be one of those passive aggressive bitches who just mutters under her breath, and i have gotten much better about just telling people when these things bug me, but it still bugs me. just answer me, dammit! or at least tell me to fuck off. that works as well. might send me into a tailspin of shame and despair, but at least i'll have fucked off. oh, and if i end up killing myself, i'll be haunting you. just fyi. ;)
- other things that bug me: liars, fake people, the fact that it seems like there's only two people reading this damn blog anymore, and cauliflower.
- i feel. sometimes i feel like i feel far too much. especially lately. it scares me. do other people go through this? because it's both physically and mentally exhausting being me sometimes.
- something else that bugs me? pontificators. if you're going to pronounce your opinions as fact, please try not to do so in my vicinity. it gives me hives. just because you believe something to be true doesn't actually make it true. if you want to have an intelligent and respectful conversation in which you explain why you believe this to be true, and in which i respectfully tell you you're full of shit and to fuck off, then by all means. if you just want to sound intelligent and bulldoze people into accepting your opinions as fact, go away.
- actually, that's not true. i love people who are smarter than me. if they can speak to me as a fellow intelligent human being, all the better. i like to be proved wrong, when it's not being shoved down my throat in the form of ridiculous opinions. i love having discussions with people, about just about anything and everything. it's the ones who cannot let me have my opinion or bear any dissent against their own opinion that bug the fuck out of me.
- some days i regret just about every decision i've ever made. other days i regret none of them. sometimes i can pick just one or two to regret.
- fauxhawks are for tools. (see what I did there?) (but seriously, do you disagree with me?)
- i swear, Campbell Hausfeld has the same three songs as their hold music. one of them is Huey Lewis. *sigh* also, you generally wait at least twenty minutes on hold whenever you call them (or at least, I do). There's only so many times you can hear If This Is It without bleeding from your ears and eyes.
Friday night was the usual: went to the VFW, had some food and beer. went home again. nothing too exciting, but one of the older ladies had brought in her old issues of Enquirer and one of the other trash rags, so Lith and I had some fun (and some horror) reading through a couple of those for a while.
Saturday morning I was forced to haul my ass out of bed at the crack of dawn to face down the dentist. it didn't go so badly. i only have two possible fillings and a possible crown or root canal that i may or may not need. i have a first filling appointment next week. joy. have i ever mentioned how much i hate having cavities filled? yeah, i know, everyone does. but it makes me more miserable than just about anything else i can think of. so, thankfully, the appointment is in the afternoon, so afterwards i can (possibly) go home and cry myself to sleep. (seriously, getting cavities filled makes me want to sob like a little child.)
Followed that up with not getting my bloodwork done, yet again. i swear, by all that is holy and right in this world, i will get it done this weekend. i would stop after work one day to have it done, but it has to be a fasting. :(
I did go out to breakfast with mom, though. that's always nice. also, i didn't quite clean my plate. i've noticed that i've been eating less lately. not that i'm starving myself or anything, i'm just not shoving everything in sight that is edible down my throat. so yay for that.
Saturday evening was the Marine Corps League bull and oyster roast. Again, fun. Beer was free. Got to see Andy, who no one has seen in weeks because he's studying for the PCAT next week. i got to dance. i love just about any excuse to get a few in me and dance, to pretty much whatever is playing. Lith tried to teach me a little bit of belly dancing; i'm not sure i got it.
Yesterday was probably the highlight of the weekend. Rance came down to the house, and we veged out like a couple of veging out people on my couch and watched all but the final episode of S2 of Dexter. It was fabulous. Deb is still annoying, Keith Carradine is still awesome (I think you get issued an extra dose of awesome at birth if your last name is Carradine), Dex was being an idiot for most of the season, and I'm still holding out hope that Lila dies in the one episode i have left to watch.
I didn't sleep very well last night; I'm not sure why. Sunday seems to be my night for not sleeping well. Which sucks, because I hate getting the week started off on a less than pleasant night's sleep.
I stayed home from work yesterday, and it's a good thing I did too. I feel miles better today than yesterday. Thank the lords of kobol for prescription cold meds. and for the cessation of sinus pain i am still enjoying. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it doesn't come back. I slept really well last night, and that just works wonders. (Of course, that being said, I am still pretty wiped out. It's barely lunch time, and I am ready for bed already.)
I got two new movies from Netflix in the mail yesterday, Titus (with Anthony Hopkins, amongst others), and Doomsday, the third film from the wonderfully creative director behind both Dog Soldiers and The Descent (I highly recommend both of those. Dog Soldiers is tons of gory fun, and The Descent is just bleak. Bleaker than all hell. But awesome and scary.).
Unfortunately, Doomsday was a pretty huge disappointment. This is what happens when you give a director who is really creative with smaller budgets more money than he's ever seen in his life.
I guess the idea was there. But it didn't feel real. Oh, there's a virus. Oh, she lost her eye as a child. Oh, she's a badass. Oh, those cars from thirty years ago can magically keep up with a BENTLEY. Oh, there's a lovely (brand new) Bentley in a mountain, and look! There's gas for it as well. That hasn't degraded beyond possibility of use. Why I am caring about any of this? I don't think there was enough development. Or at least, a wee bit of reason given to care about the people involved.
All in all, I guess I just couldn't suspend disbelief long enough to really enjoy the movie. I didn't care about any of the characters, and in fact was more amused by the ones who were supposed to be scary than anything. There was plenty of gore and people dying, but I didn't care about any of them before they died, so no horror or any kind of emotion whatsoever was evoked for me.
The survivors were pretty ridiculous as well. Half of them were done up as bad cybergoth Mad Max wannabes. The main "bad" guy seemed to be trying to do Billy Idol. But... not.
The rest of them were Renn Faire rejects. But hey, Malcolm McDowell! I like him better as Linderman.
I was happy to see three quarters of the cast of Dog Soldiers, though. Yay for Spoon!
Not only that? But the ending? Pretty fucking stupid, if you ask me. (I didn't watch the extended version, just the theatrical version.) I definitely glared at the tv and said "what the fuck was that?". Out loud, even.
Anyway, I didn't hate it, I guess I just didn't care about it at all.
i had a doctor's appointment the other morning. nothing major, just my regular three month follow-up. i've been seeing the doctor every three months for nearly ten years now. i remember one of the first times i saw her, when she told me if i was going to drink whilst away at senior week, to make sure that i ate food as well. and we all know how that turned out (every time i asked for a drink, my friends screamed at me that if i drank i would die. so i got mad and stormed out a lot. ahh, senior week).
anyway, my past two appointments, i've seen the NP instead of the doc, for various and sundry reasons (they're going electronic, her partner just left to go back to Silver Spring, blah blah blah). i'm not particularly happy about seeing the NP, because i like my doctor and i'm used to seeing her. and i'm not particularly happy about being fobbed off on the NP, but i know why she did it--because she told me. "You're pretty much my easiest patient. You won't give her a hard time."
anyway, i was going to insist on going back to seeing Dr B after the appointment i had yesterday, but i caved.
i haven't been taking very good care of myself. now, take that with a grain of salt, because compared to a great number of diabetics, i've been taking great care of myself. most of my sliding habits will only have long term ramifications, but at least i'm not covered in icky infections, or in the hospital every other week because i've made myself stupid sick again by either not taking my insulin or by taking only enough to cover the least little bit of food or because i am bulemic.
i shit you not, i know of a girl, a type 1 like myself, who literally has practically stopped taking her insulin altogether because, and i quote, "she wants to be skinny." yanno what? fuck skinny. i'd rather retain renal function for as long as possible, thanks.
anyway. so tonya "yelled" at me that i need to be testing more. i made my excuses. i was doing really well there for a while, but then i went on vacation and that all went to shit. and the last few weeks i just haven't really managed to care about taking care of myself. which is a problem, i know.
at least she didn't yell at me for forgetting to get my bloodwork done. i have a very bad habit of forgetting to get bloodwork done if i don't do it immediately after my appointments. and i really need my cholesterol checked (which requires me to be fasting--nothing to eat or drink other than water for twelve hours or so before the test), so i wrote myself a nice big note to go get that done this saturday morning.
my blood pressure is higher than it was the last time, too. but then, i have been feeling more stress the past few weeks. and, yanno, i'm a lazyass. yes, there's a correlation between lazyassness and hypertension. because i said so, that's why.
so the NP and i made a deal. we're each going to work out three times a week (at least). i'm really kinda hoping that i will actually follow through with this for once. it's not that i don't like working out, i actually do. once i get started. my problem is getting started. i have zero motivation. and i have a really hard time getting up the energy to do it after work. i think i'm going ot have to try to get up in the mornings again to work out. hell, i've done it before.
I'm not sure if the not taking very good care of myself is tied to my dad or not. In some ways, it probably does. And in others, it likely doesn't. It's not like my dad was a shining example of how to be a diabetic. bah. i'm not really in the mood for introspection of that sort today. maybe another day.
Last Friday I went out to dinner with Lith and Evie. We went to Outback. In the parking lot is where I saw this (seriously, that's one you want to clickyclick). It was pretty nice, I've always liked that place. What can I say, I do not have very exotic taste in food (though in my defense, I am much better than I used to be about trying new things). I've noticed that Outback kinda uses the same flavors on everything, but I'm ok with that once in a while. My steak was good. They only overcooked it a little bit. It was also something different than I usually get when there.
Went into Joanns afterwards. I didn't buy anything, but I did play with the wheelchair for a few minutes, while we were checking out. Wish I'd found it earlier, because I would've rolled around the store in it. Because I'm that evil.
Saturday found me getting up when the dogs woke me, at about seven thirty--they finally let me fucking sleep in! w00t. Did the dishes, sprayed down the shower, put Jessie's sheets in the wash so she wouldn't have to. I wanted to make sure I got everything cleaned up before they got home, until I found out they wouldn't be there til after 3 and it become not as big a deal. I am pretty sure I left the place looking as nice as I found it. At least, Jess tells me I did. Packed my shit in the goddamn pouring rain and rolled out. I don't know why I hurried though; was supposed to go with Mom to Boordy for a winery tour (Hey, free booze? I'm there!), but that got nixed when the sky opened up.
Was supposed to try to get together with Rance Saturday evening. When it got to be about nine, though, I gave up the ghost. I knew there was a risk it wouldn't happen, because he's got practise on Saturdays and I'm well aware that practise trumps hanging out and always has. Also, Dad trumps practice, and Lith mentioned going to pick up some weaponry with their Dad. So, oh well. I considered being annoyed that I hadn't heard from him for a few minutes. Then I went to bed, because I was completely knackered. It was about 2130 at that point. Again, in my defense... aw screw it. I was tired, so I went to bed. deal with it.
Sunday I decided I want to throw out everything I own and start anew. By which I mean I did some cleaning. Also managed to do some laundry. I did throw some stuff away. Went through some stuff. Threw some stuff in the back room so as to not have to look at it constantly. Lamented that I need at least one more bookshelf, if not two. Not that I have the ready or the room.
It was hard, going back home after the week to myself at Jessie's. Much harder than I thought it would be. Within about ten minutes, I was ready to pack my shit and leave. I really miss living on my own. I love my family, but they're driving me crazy. I have no privacy, and try as she might, my mom still can't quite manage to treat me like a grownass woman all the time. She does a good job mostly, don't get me wrong, but the times she doesn't give me a twitch. That, and my brother gets on my nerves as well. I won't lie, we've always butted heads, and it hasn't gotten any easier now that we're adults.
I've decided that, hell or high water, I'll be moving out next fall. Hopefully I'll be moving to Newark, DE (heh, whoever has been excited about moving to Newark?!), but even if I don't, I'm moving out. Even if I have to get two more jobs to do it. Hopefully I'll be back in school though. Keep your fingers crossed for me, eh?
It's turning into an interesting week. And by that, I mean my mood has been up and down like a bungee jumper. Up and down, up and down, boing boing boing. I haven't been as bad yet as I fear I would or will be, but yesterday afternoon was hard. If I were the self medicating type, I'd be sore tempted to pop a pill or three upon getting to work tomorrow, just so as to float through the day, instead of slogging through it like a normal person. I don't want to be preoccupied with grief, I just want to get through the day. Preferrably without crying or screaming at anyone.
Not only that, but also? I want to go to Friendly's, and can't find anyone to go with me. *pouts* All I want is greasy comfort food and ice cream, dammit. I guess I'll stop at Baskin Robbins on the way home and pick something up. Oh wait, I have no cash. I wonder if they take a card.
I've listened to Nick Cave's Red Right Hand about twenty times in the past two days. OK, that's a slight exaggeration. Why don't I have more of his music? *Note to self: acquire more Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.*
I did acquire Missy's greatest hits album over the weekend. I don't generally go for hip hop, it's just not my thing, but I dig Missy. I've enjoyed the album. Or at least, the songs I know. I'll admit I haven't made much effort to familiarize myself with the songs I didn't already know. I may or may not rectify that. I really love Gossip Folks, though, as well as Pass That Dutch and a couple others.
On the way home last night, I decided I wanted to go to Hunt Valley. I hadn't been to Greetings and Readings in a while, and I wanted to be around books (the next best thing to greasy comfort food, ice cream, hot lovin' and alcohol, not necessarily in that order). Also, I'm looking for a glow in the dark nail polish, for the upcoming awesome holiday. I'm looking at Bride of Frankenstein, as I already have the wig, and definitely don't have the money or time to put together a proper Wednesday costume by the end of the month.
I struck out with those goals as well. G&R had none of the books I was looking for, and the makeup store up there didn't have the nail polish either. So, I resolved to head down to Towson.
Now, I know I've mentioned this before, but I kinda hate Towson. After spending near a decade of your life working somewhere as ridiculous as a mall like that, you would too. I avoid the mall unless I have a goal in mind, especially when that mall is Towson. Also? I don't go there on weekends unless it's totally unavoidable.
However, I still know where to park. And as it turns out, they're completely remodeling the mall, and there's some nice stuff going in. A P.F. Changs is opening this month, as well as a Cheesecake Factory. Both will be ridiculously busy for approximately forever. I will venture into Cheesecake occasionally to buy myself Oreo cheesecake, however. Because... yum. Also, there's a HUGE Crate & Barrel store opening. Um, yay? I can get the same shit for half the price at IKEA, for the most part. I've never been overly impressed with that store. Anyway, I'm not quite excited about the new stores... but I find I still have a sort of sick fascination with that place. It's like a train wreck, I can't look away. Mall culture is scary, but interesting to watch from outside. I'm so glad I don't work there anymore, though. That is my personal idea of hell. Towson Town Center. Forever. At Christmas time. *shudders and whimpers*
After trekking through the mall to the wee beauty supply store on the bottom floor (and striking out on that damned nail polish again), I decided to go to Barnes & Noble. There I found the one book I was looking for (George RR Martin's A Game Of Thrones. Has anyone else read this?), as well as about four others. And I really had to talk myself out of the Charles de Lint book I was looking at. Look at me, not being totally excessive in a bookstore! yay, me!
When I left, it was pouring. I got pretty fucking drenched. awesome. i like rain when i am at home, curled up with a blanket and a good movie, but I hate getting wet in the rain, it makes me feel icky. And somewhat melty as well. And also not when I have to drive in it at night. it fucks with my perception.
I should have a couple new movies from Netflix tonight: Baby Mama, and Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I'm not sure what I think of Judd Apatow. Knocked Up was... ok. I didn't love it, but I didn't hate it. I haven't seen 40 Year Old Virgin yet. But this one looked cute, and I have a total girlcrush on Kristen Bell, so I'll watch it. Plus, I'm in the mood for comedy lately. As for Baby Mama... um, yeah, Tina Fey. Need I say more? If anyone cares, I'll likely share my thoughts ad nauseum regarding both films.
Yanno, like I am now. If you've made it this far through my inane ramblings, I applaud you. Give yourself a gold star AND a cookie.
What I am doing:
drinking wine (Reisling) out of a champagne glass/goblet. why? because i am class.
and because mom didn't want me to use the good wine glasses.
what i should be doing:
that would be studying. wine and studying go well together, right?
in other news: YO SD FOUR SISTERS! WANT.
Also, watching Indiana Jones on sci-fi. Love these movies, can't wait for the new one.
Because she's adorable:
my little sphinx-cat.
bought today:
and (not that I should've, but i can never resist when i'm in BN):
Wanted to buy but they didn't have despite online saying they did:
I've been procrastinating on the studying all afternoon, can you tell? i've answered PMs about stuff people are interested in buying from me on the Pinky forum, I've looked at ebay (has anyone ever sold something to someone who asked to buy it away from an auction? I'm a little wary, but not paying fees would be nice), i've looked at dolls and I've gone to buy books. i'm tempted to start cleaning off my desk, and i really NEED to do laundry.
I kinda wish I was a little bit more worried about this final. But i'm really not.
that, and i've never really learned how to actually study. that could be a problem, huh?
oh, and finally. BSG from Friday? what the frakking frak?! they need to seriously answer at least a couple questions before they disappear until early frakking 2009.
so, i'm trying to figure out ways to make a bit of extra cash, as i'm not quite eeking out a living at my current job, though i like it there. and i'm trying to keep from being so desperate once i get certified that i'll take any massage job that rolls along, instead of doing it for the love.
does anyone around have any experience with some of those online jobs things? surveys for money, market research type stuff?
any help or suggestions or warnings would be vasty and greatly appreciated. :)
also, i'll clean your house for pretty cheap.
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