Month: July 2012

Month In Review: July

I think this month was bad, but we shall see, eh?

  • Take better care of myself. Thank God for all of the walking I did on vacation or else I’d probably have to give myself negative points for this. In June’s month in review post I said that I was determined to get serious after the Fourth and that did not happen. It was far more fun to eat junk food and drink hundreds of calories a day. I can only hope that next month will be better. At least I’ve nearly eaten all of the junk food in my house.
  • Read every day. Yay! I have yet to fail in this resolution. Now I haven’t read yet today (unless reading the new Entertainment Weekly cover-to-cover on my flight to Tampa counts), but as long as I read before I go to bed, this is a non-issue. And I will read before I go to bed. I’ve finished five Austen novels and get to start Pride and Prejudice today 🙂
  • Blog every day. Dammit! I finally failed in this resolution this month. I could just blame my failure the past several days on my vacation, but that’s not entirely it. I never asked anyone for the WiFi password at my aunt and uncle’s shore house. And then once I got back to my brother and sister-in-law’s place I was out of the habit. Oh well. I just have to get back on the horse, right?
  • Work on my house. Raise your hand if you’re surprised to hear that I didn’t do a damn thing to work on my house this month. (There should be no raised hands.) I’ve got most of August to get some work done, but I don’t have a lot of faith in myself on this issue. If I had the money I’d hire a cleaning service. But things are so bad that I’d want to do some work first before they showed. At the very least I should put my personal papers away neatly, rather than having them piled up in any random place.

Yep, that’s a pretty bad month when it comes to my New Years Resolutions. But July was actually pretty good. I had a job for most of it. I survived my penultimate semester, stressful as it was. I got to go to the land of Wawa and TastyKakes (but more on that some other time).

In other news, I made a conscious decision not to talk about the Phillies on my blog after the All-Star Game in a superstitious attempt to help them turn things around (and they have gone on two legitimate winning streaks in that time). So maybe I haven’t really reached acceptance yet. Or maybe I’m a control freak enthusiast who needs superstitions to deal with something so completely out of my control. Whatever. But I can’t not at least mention that the team traded away Shane Victorino and Hunter Pence before today’s trade deadline. I expected Ruben & Co. to trade one or the other if they could get a decent return, but trading both in separate deals was shocking. I’m more okay with the Victorino trade, but I’m not that upset about either of them. And the way I look at it, they’ve each just landed on contenders, so good for them. Plus, Domonic Brown finally got called up, so that’s good. And tonight’s game was hella fun to watch. I don’t know if the organization’s tacit admission that this season is a wash made things less stressful or if it’s just fun to watch my team kinda beat up on Stephen Strasburg (including a Jimmy Rollins inside-the-park home run that involved Bryce Harper attempting to kill himself on the fence in right field). I suspect it was a little bit of both.

Until tomorrow.

Bad Trips Can Make Great Stories

But not right now.

It is 3 AM and I am at my brother and sister-in-law’s place in Jersey. (I’ve actually been here for an hour, but we were busy watching House Hunters.) My flight from Tampa got in to Philly at 1 AM. It was supposed to get in at 10 PM. We actually took off almost an hour after we were scheduled to land. Fun.

I was actually pretty calm and chill about the whole thing. I even found it kind of funny. This is not like me, but I’m glad I didn’t have my normal angry reaction.

Apparently there were crazy, crazy storms affecting 10 states tonight. Of course that happens when I want to fly home. But whatever, I made it to Philly safe and sound. I got picked up at the airport and have a place to crash for the night. And tomorrow I’m headed down the shore. All in all, this did not suck.

Until tomorrow.

Settle Down

Have you heard the new No Doubt single, “Settle Down?”

I dig it. The first time I heard it (which, incidentally, was when I stumbled upon the video on the VEVO app), I wasn’t sure how I felt about it in the beginning. But by about the second chorus, I was into it. It’s closely aligned with my memories of Rock Steady (huge reggae influence, very pop-y). Admittedly, I haven’t listened to Rock Steady in about a decade, with the only exception being “Start the Fire.” (It’s a song about make-up sex with Gavin Rossdale, of course I’m going to listen to it every once in a while.)

When I first heard that there was going to be new No Doubt, I was kind of surprised. Like, they were in the studio, how did I not know about this? And then I remembered that I saw them live three years ago, at which point they were supposed to be working on new music. Whoops. I haven’t been following the news of them closely enough to know the story behind the three-year delay in releasing new tunes, but I assume the writer’s block that plagued Gwen with her solo stuff was at least partially responsible.

It’s weird to me to think that No Doubt hasn’t put out a record in over a decade. Yet phrasing it that way is less upsetting to me than saying that Rock Steady is over ten years old. The second way makes me feel old, but the first one doesn’t for some weird reason.

I’m pretty excited for a new No Doubt record (out September 25th). I absolutely loved them when I was in high school and college. (Although I still think Tragic Kingdom was their best record, so I probably won’t like Push and Shove as much as Tragic Kingdom.) I even saw them live twice, but I still regret that my personal cheerleader and I didn’t see them in Pittsburgh during the spring semester of our senior year.

Wow, it’s later than I thought. And I have to paint my nails in preparation for my trek home tomorrow 🙂

Until tomorrow.

Oh Noes!

So, I had the beginnings of a blog post rolling around in my head. I was all set to log on to WordPress and start typing away. But first I had to grab something from my bedroom.

And that was when I saw the big-ass spider on my closet door.

The other post can wait. Right now I have to tell you about how horrified and upset I am.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but I Do Not Like Spiders. Frankly, they fill me with abject horror. Especially great big ones.

And I mean abject horror. When I see a spider, my pulse races. I freak the hell out. I want the damn thing dead. But I can’t kill it. Oh no. Spiders scare me so much that I can’t even get close enough to use the wand attachment on my vacuum cleaner to suck them up. Believe me, I’ve tried. (This is one of the many reasons why I wouldn’t survive the Hunger Games.)

I could handle my arachnophobia if I were able to channel that fear into spider-killing ability. But the fear turns me into jelly.

I’m pretty sure I’ll be sleeping on my couch tonight. I’d rather sleep in my bed, but there’s no way I’ll be able to sleep knowing that there’s a ginormous spider somewhere in my closet.

Oh God, now I’m thinking about the laundry I have to do tomorrow and how the laundry basket is close to my closet door. And the Chucks I want to wear on my trip home (on Thursday!) are close to my closet door. This sucks.

So with all of this talk about spiders, sweet dreams, guys!

Until tomorrow.

Uh-Oh

I seem to have nodded off about an hour ago. Thank goodness I set a reminder on my phone to blog, else I may have missed a day of blogging through no real fault of my own. But since I can barely keep my eyes open, this will have to be simply a token entry.

Until tomorrow.

Three

My dad was not well pleased when he found out that my stuff was in three bags. I don’t know why he was surprised, though. I mean, he knows that I did not inherit the packing light gene. And all three of my bags fit just perfectly in the car, so it didn’t even matter in the end.

In other news, I think today was the first day I didn’t listen to Kevin Devine & the Goddamn Band’s Matter of Time since I bought it. It’s really damn good. I’ve been waking up with a different song from it in my head for days. I know I mentioned it in a post the other day, but allow me to reiterate that it’s awesome and you should check it out.

Until tomorrow.

Stormy Skies

I’m at my parents’ house so they can take my luggage to Jersey for me. It’s the best system 🙂

We were having a crazy rainstorm a few hours ago and I was really glad I was here since my parents keep most of their windows open most of the time. (Open in the sense that you can see out of them because the shades aren’t drawn, not actually open.) I actually got to watch me some lightning for once. Yes, I could keep my own windows open, but no.

I found out that neither of my parents likes lightning. My mom said it makes her nervous. I wonder where my fondness for lightning comes from. Now, I’m not a big fan of lightning if I’m driving or otherwise exposed to the elements, but if I’m all snug in a house I love to watch it.

Other than the storm, today has been pretty uneventful. Although my mom did decide to take a nostalgia tour of her childhood by baking two different cakes (including one called hot fudge sundae cake – holy crap). That was kinda cool. And we just watched Joe Versus the Volcano, which is a great movie that I haven’t watched in years. The more I think about it, today was pretty awesome.

Until tomorrow.