So it turns out that I have no interest in blogging today, but I would really hate myself if I didn’t do month in review and year in review posts and writing said posts in 2014 would be nearly as bad as not writing them at all. Luckily those posts would be pretty much identical, so I’m going to kill two birds with one stone in this post.
- Read every day. Yes. Woohoo!
- Blog every day. Nope.
- Exercise every day. No.
- Brush my teeth twice a day. Sadly no.
- Break out of my comfort zone. A little bit.
This year sucked. I don’t really want to think about it. 2014 can’t get here fast enough.
Did ya miss me?
I’ve actually been home for several days, but I’ve been dealing with a cold so I haven’t done much of anything in that time. (Believe me when I say I’m a slacker.) However, I feel almost completely well now, so I have to get off my lazy ass.
Even with the cold and the weird stuffed-up feeling in my right ear (that I attribute to my Friday flight’s descent) I am so glad I went on that vacation. New York City was wonderful, as was Matilda. (I really need to re-read that book.) I’d been terrified that Christmas Eve at my uncle’s house wouldn’t live up to my expectations, but it exceeded them. (And not just because of Cope’s corn and sticky buns.) Yay! We made my parents watch Anchorman before the five of us saw Anchorman 2 in the theater; they also saw Elf for the first time. (If you knew my parents you would know why I find this so funny.) The only bummer was that my personal cheerleader and I were unable to meet up. All we can do is what we can do, right?
I hope your holidays were filled with family and friends and lots of good things.
Today was my last day at the shitty temp job so I should feel happy, but all I can think about is the shit-ton of stuff I have to do tomorrow morning and it is stressing me the hell out. Yay.
I really love getting emails from Brand New, you guys. Even if said email announces a European tour next year that I can’t possibly attend rather than a US tour or a new album. Still, the fact that there was an email from Brand New in my inbox this afternoon made me happy 🙂
The email also claims that they’re going to do the UK portion of this tour in a TARDIS-shaped bus. I don’t exactly believe that, but it would be awesome if it were true. Plus, the mere fact that someone in Brand New knows that TARDIS is an acronym for Time and Relative Dimension in Space warms my heart. I didn’t think it was possible for me to love them more than I did this morning, but it turns out that it was.
That settles it, I am definitely going to wear a Brand New t-shirt and hoodie when I travel on Friday. Hooray!
If I were to write an entry tonight it would just be me complaining, mostly about how much pain I’m in, and nobody wants that. So then.
Be forewarned: I’m gonna talk about lady shit because it’s what’s on my mind. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I had an exceptionally shitty day today. I woke up to discover a giant zit on my lip. On my lip! Making it impossible to do anything about it because I don’t pop pimples and I can’t put gross chemicals on my mouth. So that was a fantastic start. Then I sat in traffic for nearly an hour and a half (my commute should be 40 minutes). Once I finally got to work I was rewarded with sitting in front of a computer for 10 hours and doing mindless drone work. (Yes, 10 hours, no lunch break; I’ll be in NYC on Friday so I’ve got to get my 40 hours in somehow.)
And to top it all off, my bra decided to misbehave (for lack of a better word) the whole time I was at work. Rather, the whole time until I got fed up and went to the bathroom to take it off. (Thank God I wore a cardigan today.) I’m really upset because it is (was?) my favorite bra and now I’m not so sure I can take it with me on vacation. I feel kind of betrayed; I literally asked my bra why it had forsaken me as I was taking it off.
The only good thing I can say about today is that at least I didn’t get my period. That would’ve made today just perfect.
I cannot begin to tell you guys how much I don’t want to go to my temp job tomorrow. But I’m gonna try. First of all it’s not even worth my time. (Seriously. The day I believe that my time is worth 12 bucks an hour I may as well jump off the Howard Frankland Bridge.) Then there’s the small fact that it is the opposite of intellectually stimulating. Plus I think all the terrible grammar (“to see” can be conjugated into many different verbs beyond “seen”) and ill-informed opinions I am subjected to are making me dumber. And let’s not forget all the actual, physical pain it causes me. Can’t imagine why I’m not stoked.
And beyond the shittiness of the job there’s the small matter of my upcoming vacation, which is pretty much the only thing I can think about. How am I supposed to go torture myself for eight hours when I would so much rather stay home and think about my trip or pack or something?
I get that not going to work isn’t going to get my vacation started any faster, but I would be much happier. Much happier.
A few days ago I helped my dad compile a list of the tracking numbers for the various gifts my parents had purchased. Since we’re spending Christmas at my brother and sister-in-law’s house we’re letting Amazon do the heavy lifting and sending things directly to Jersey from Amazon. (Why risk the postal service fucking things up again, right?) However, my parents put my brother’s name on the label, thus making it difficult to determine which boxes they’d ordered and which my parents ordered. Hence the list of tracking numbers.
In the process I caught a glimpse of an Amazon order for things I’d requested. I tried to put it out if my mind, but I can’t. I just can’t forget the two book covers I recognized. (Perhaps it’s my fault for requesting books whose covers I know even though I don’t own them.) It’s hardly the end of the world, but I wish I hadn’t found out; I like the surprise of opening boxes of mystery presents on Christmas. I think it’s the same reason I don’t like spoilers for books, movies, and TV shows. I doubt thinking about it is really helping, but I wanted to get that off my chest.
Real talk, you guys: a week from now I will be in the frozen tundra of the Northeast. (Yay!!!) I cannot promise to update my blog while I’m on vacation, so this may just be my last Friday List of the year. (Can you believe the year is almost over? Gah.)
- I know I saw Kevin Devine & the Goddamn Band earlier this year, but that was a festival show and it barely counts. I want to see him headline. (Though I would settle for seeing him open for Brand New in Brooklyn next weekend.) What’s the point of all this? Cool things happen at Kevin Devine shows.
- Cool things also happen on Jeopardy! I love Jeopardy! but rarely watch it. I think that’s because it airs at 7:30 on CBS here and everything about that is wrong.
- I could watch this Vine from Sesame Street for hours. It makes me so happy. I really ought to follow Sesame Street on social media.
And now it’s bedtime. I don’t have an alarm set for the morning and I am very excited about that.
I’m pretty sure that all of the smokers in my office building are illiterate. It’s such a shame, you guys. Well, they’re either illiterate or inconsiderate assholes. I kinda think illiterate is the better of the two, yes?
See that sign? There’s one of them at every entrance to the building, which means that there are four fucking signs requesting that smokers not congregate at the doors. (It’s an oddly-shaped building.) And yet every time I encounter a smoker they’re standing at the door. Like an illiterate, inconsiderate asshole.
And it’s not that I’m worried about secondhand smoke. Please. There’s been firsthand smoke in my lungs; I don’t care about secondhand smoke. What I care about is getting the stink-eye from a smoker because I dare to walk in or out of the building. Fuck you, you know you’re at a door. People walk in and out of doors; that’s the whole point of doors. If you don’t want to be disturbed then don’t stand next to the fucking door.
That’s been bothering me for weeks. I don’t enjoy being made to feel that I’ve done something rude or wrong just because I want to go to my car during my lunch hour