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I Was A Responsible Adult

I went to work today.

That doesn’t sound particularly impressive, but that’s because you don’t know everything that I know.

  1. I woke up more than an hour before my alarm went off because my stomach was Not Happy. (So unhappy, in fact, that I decided to forego coffee full stop today. No me gusto.)
  2. I spent the hour-plus before my alarm fantasizing about calling out sick and all the fun things I could do with a free day (mostly reading and watching movies).
  3. I have four alarms set for weekdays (7:00, 7:20, 7:35, and 8:00 – when I absolutely have to get up to take a shower). Today I was awake for almost two hours (thanks to the aforementioned stomach problems) and then somehow fell asleep between 7:35 and 8:00, thus making work even less desirable when that 8:00 alarm went off.
  4. I told myself that if I still felt like shit at 8:00 I could call out, but damn if I didn’t feel fine.

So, I went to work. But I really, really didn’t want to. I just really, really can’t afford to not get paid.

I need a new job. Do you hear me, universe? I (really, really) need a new job!

Until tomorrow (if you’re lucky).

Dammit

So, even though I hate crowds and going to Mass, I really want to go to the upcoming Papal Mass. I mean, how many times in my life will I have the opportunity to attend a Mass said by the Pope? Especially our current awesome Pope.

But, it turns out that you’ll need a ticket to get anywhere close to the service. Boo! Looks like I won’t be going to the Papal Mass after all. (Apparently the tickets will be distributed to local parishes and I don’t actually belong to a parish since I a) don’t attend Mass and b) disagree with the (American) church on pretty much everything.)

I really wish they’d been upfront about the ticket thing months ago; announcing it just a few weeks before the Pope’s visit is shitty. I’m pretty sure that whole weekend is going to be a clusterfuck, but I would’ve endured it for the Papal Mass. I guess I’ll just sleep in that Sunday like usual.

Until tomorrow.

And Failing.

Clearly.

I (think) I just updated the theme of my blog; it’s something I meant to do way back in June when I brought it out of suspended animation. Better late than never, right?

There was something specific I wanted to write about yesterday, but I didn’t bother to do so and I’ll be damned if I can remember what it was anymore. Why even bother bringing it up? I don’t know. Why am I asking myself stupid rhetorical questions?

One quick thing I do want to mention, however, is that I’m still not over Chase Utley getting traded to the Dodgers. (Speaking of, why were they just playing “Zero” by the Smashing Pumpkins at Dodger Stadium? I mean, I fucking love that song, but I don’t really associate it with baseball games in 2015.) I thought I had come to terms with the potential trade and then Amaro went and said that Utley probably wouldn’t be traded, so I stopped trying to prepare myself for it. And then Utley was traded the next fucking day; it made it that much worse. I am glad that Utley went to the Dodgers (he’s reunited with Jimmy Rollins and he’s not on the fucking Giants), but it’s still hard. At least I have even more reason to watch Dodgers home games on MLB.TV (as I clearly am right now).

And since I’m talking about Philly sports, yay crazy Eagles preseason! I probably won’t watch any of tomorrow night’s finale because I don’t really care about the bottom half of the roster. (Dear God, please not Tebow.) (Yes, I appreciate the irony.)

I did not expect to write half this much. See what happens when I force myself to post?

Until tomorrow.

Trying

I am trying to post every day, but I don’t want to just complain all the time. (I’m growing, you guys.)

Today was one of those days where nothing happened, though. (Not even anything worth complaining about.)

So here it is, everybody’s favorite: a token post 🙂

Until tomorrow.

Happy Prime Day

I hope you were able to get something good from Amazon. I kind of doubt it, though, because most of the “deals” I saw were pretty dumb. (Which is to say that the products were dumb; I didn’t bother to check the markdowns on things that didn’t interest me.) Way to oversell Prime Day, Amazon.

If you’re wondering, I bought a 3-pack of $50 gift cards and got a $10 Amazon coupon free. (Yes, I fully intend to give the gift cards to myself. Does that make me a bad person?)

In other news, I tried to set up Family Sharing through iCloud but my dad had trouble connecting to iCloud after I sent him the invitation. I hate it when shit like that doesn’t work, especially when I’m trying to give my parents access to my iTunes movies (not that they necessarily want to see The Host, but I have all six Star Wars movies, too). And I just found out that Showtime now has a standalone streaming service; I’m not particularly impressed by the movies currently being offered, but I guess premium cable networks are more about the original programming now. I can’t wait for Starz to launch a streaming service (complete with 30-day free trial); hello, Outlander binge-watch. (By the bye, that’s how I spent most of Thanksgiving – binge-watching the first half of Outlander season one. Yum.)

Until tomorrow.

Trying Without Success

I am trying not to lose hope, but it’s getting harder. It’s been a month since my interview. They told me that they didn’t want to drag the interview/hiring process out. I always assumed I’d hear something either way because I got the interview through one of my brother’s friends; that’s the only reason I haven’t completely lost hope.

I know that I shouldn’t have focused solely on this one interview, but the timing was just So Perfect; it felt like fate. And now fate is letting me down and it hurts more somehow. Is it too much to ask for the universe to just help me out for once in my fucking life?

Anyways…

The All-Star Game is on my TV right now. Manny Machado’s uniform top is too big; I find that really annoying. Oh good, a country singer doing “God Bless America” where “Take Me Out To the Ballgame” is supposed to go – stop making everything about the fucking troops! (Newsflash, U.S. Army, Independence Day isn’t fucking about you! Sorry, those Army commercials have been driving me nuts.) I don’t usually care about All-Star Game uniforms, but the hats are rad 🙂 And I love the genius at Fox who just played the WKRP in Cincinnati theme song.

There, that’s just the right mix of depression and weird stream of consciousness for my blog.

Until tomorrow.

“Mother Puss Bucket”

Quick, name that movie!

(It’s Ghostbusters, by the way. I’m not sure if we can be friends if you didn’t know that.)

I hadn’t seen that movie in ages, but for some reason I’ve been quoting that Bill Murray line a lot lately. This is particularly weird since I wasn’t doing it during Lent, when I actually need clever euphemisms. Apparently I really wanted to watch Ghostbusters. I finally saw part of it this afternoon (yay!), including “mother puss bucket.”

Of course, it’s also possible that I just really hate my job. (The saying “mother puss bucket” in my head started at work after all.) It could also be both. It’s probably both.

Until tomorrow.

Good Apple, Bad Apple

Or: Apple Pay Saved My Ass But I Am Unimpressed With Apple Music

Last Thursday night was pretty busy (by my standards). I got my eyebrows waxed and, since I was going to the shopping center with the Wegmans and the Panera, I decided to go grocery shopping and reward myself with Panera for dinner. There was just one tiny problem: I left my house without my wallet. I was driving to my appointment when I realized that my wallet wasn’t in my purse but there wasn’t enough time to turn around and get my wallet if I wanted to make it on time (and they are sticklers about punctuality). I have a waxing package, so I didn’t owe any money, but I felt bad that I couldn’t tip my waxer. (This was the worst part of the whole experience. Well, that and the driving without a license-induced paranoia.)

When I realized that I didn’t have my wallet I figured that I’d have to give up the rest of my errands, but once I had a minute to compose myself in the waiting room I remembered that I’d set up Apple Pay on my phone. Plus, I was pretty sure that Wegmans and Panera both take Apple Pay (spoiler alert: they do). I’d never used Apple Pay before, but it was pretty easy. And damn if it didn’t totally save my ass. Good job, Apple.

And then, there’s Apple Music. It’s not that I don’t like Apple Music as much as I don’t get Apple Music. I can’t figure out how to get the For You screen to give me some new content nor can I tell it which suggestions I’m not really interested in. And Apple seems to have no interest in answering my questions; the only thing I can find on their website is a bunch of hype about how wonderful and individualized it is (which, again, why can’t I tell you what I don’t like?).

Plus, there’s that whole thing where the multi-billion dollar tech giant wasn’t going to pay royalties for the three-month trial. Had no one at Apple ever heard of a write-off? I appreciated Taylor Swift’s Tumblr post simply for bringing that injustice to my attention (plus, y’know, she was spot on). And it’s great that Apple decided to do the right thing, but that should’ve always been their plan; the public shaming should not have been necessary. This hasn’t destroyed Apple for me (I mean, I signed up for an Apple Music free trial), but their reputation has been tarnished. I still want an Apple Watch, though.

Until tomorrow.

So, That Happened

Have you ever been yelled at by a 90-year-old Jewish man for putting on hand lotion? I have. Twice. (Ok, I’m actually not sure if he was mad about my use of hand lotion or hand sanitizer. And it doesn’t matter because I’m not about to stop using either.)

Here are some other things that happened while I was on blog hiatus:

  • Brand New blessed us with new music!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (There aren’t enough exclamation points in the world to adequately express my excitement.) I’ve even heard “Mene” on the radio twice: once on Alt Nation about a week after they released it and on Faction last Friday. I was driving back to work from lunch when I heard it on Friday. (Why should I get a long weekend for the national holiday to end all national holidays just because said holiday fell on a Saturday? My boss is such a fucking asshole.)
  • I saw both Brand New and Neutral Milk Hotel (!) in concert. I had to pass up the Brand New show in St. Pete, though 😦 (I’ll get over that someday.)
  • I was not emotionally prepared for the Phillies to trade Jimmy Rollins. Not at all.
  • The powers that be have decided on a global release day for new music. I’m all for that, but the morons chose Friday as that day. Friday?! It’s an abomination. Everyone responsible should be tried for crimes against humanity. It starts this Friday and I don’t think I will ever get used to it.
  • You know what else is an abomination? The live-action Jem movie. I saw the trailer before Pitch Perfect 2 and it fucked with my head. That is not a Jem movie; that is a movie about a teenage YouTube star wherein all the characters just so happen to have the same names as the Jem characters. (I’m still so upset about this that I won’t even link to the trailer.) Still, it might improve the market for my vintage Jem dolls.

I’m sure there are other things, but that’s all I can think of right now. Obviously there were changes in my life, too, and someday I’ll write a post about them. Today is just not that day. I will try to get better about posting.

Oh, and I still haven’t heard anything about that dream job I interviewed for. I’m trying to remain optimistic (no news is good news, right?), but it’s getting harder. I know it’s only been three weeks, but it’s been three weeks. If you have any positive vibes to send my way I would really appreciate it. Really.

Until tomorrow. (Hopefully.)

“I’m In Love With My Life”

I mean, it may not be great or what I want it to be, but the not-being-dead part is pretty fucking awesome!

At least one person that I don’t even particularly like wished me a happy birthday on Facebook. (Maybe I should let go of a ninth grade resentment.)

I got a giant (or, y’know, venti) frappuccino for free. And when I told the barista I had a birthday reward she wished me a happy birthday and guessed my age was 22 (bless her).

My parents and my aunt gave me enough money to buy an Apple Watch. I’m pretty sure they didn’t intend for me to use the money for an Apple Watch and it would be Much Smarter for me to apply the money to my credit card bills, but I’m having a hard time telling myself that. If I buy the Apple Watch in Delaware there’s no sales tax! (This is why I have money issues.)

And the Phillies won! Two in a row! A road game! On my birthday! Exclamation points!!

Right this second I am Very Proud of myself for actually writing a blog post. But I also need to read before I go to bed.

Until tomorrow.

P.S. – I am in love with the Phases song embedded above. And the DJ in my head thinks that it needs to be mashed up with Madonna’s “Borderline.”