-Am I the only one who finds John Barrowman’s role in The Producers a whole lot funnier since he became Capt. Jack?
-Why is Pinterest so addicting?
-Why can’t people clean up after their dogs, especially if they’re not on their own property?
-Is humidity actually beneficial? (I don’t want to keep complaining about it if it is. Who am I kidding, I’ll probably still complain about it, even if it is, but I’ll not be quite so vehement in my hatred.)
-What on earth was Bic thinking with their “For Her” pen line? Follow up question… Who came up with their commercials for said pen line? Follow up follow up question… Has anyone else read the comedy gold that is the reviews on Amazon for this pen line?
-Love or money?
-If someone says they’ll contact you shortly, and it’s been 30 days, has the “shortly” window closed?
-How amazing would it be to see a tropical sunset?
-Has anyone got a really good recipe for Butterbeer?
-Why do other people feel great after exercising, and I just feel like Death’s had a near-Malia experience?
I finally uploaded the Pandora app to my iPod, and I’m so glad I did. My work shift just flew by this afternoon. I really love my job, so having good tunes was an added bonus.
To some I’m sure that my job would be pretty boring. I work in the inter-library loan of the library. My job consists of finding books in our library to send to other libraries, emailing, copying, and mailing articles people need. It’s pretty quiet work that doesn’t require much interaction with others. Perfect for an introvert.
Anyway, it was just one of those perfect days, and when I went to go pull books from the shelves I would put on Pandora. The station I had picked was “Showtunes,” and while it played some Broadway, mostly I got Disney songs. This led to mouthing along to the words, which led to some scary attempts at dance steps as I looked up and down the aisles for the books.
Y’know that joke about the middle-aged woman who looks in the mirror and thinks, “Who’s this old lady? Where did she come from?” That’s how I feel when I look in a mirror. Except, I think, “Where did all this fat come from, and why won’t it go away?”
I know I haven’t always made the wisest eating choices, and that’s where quite a bit of the flab has come from. Still, ever since I’ve started trying to be more careful and work out on a more regular basis, I find the mirror a frustrating thing. I want to look in the mirror and at least feel like it looks like I’m trying. Instead, I feel like I’m preparing to audition for The Blob.
I envy other girls. I envy them their long legs, slender waists, and their hair that sometimes does what it’s supposed to do.
Honestly, I feel like a failure as a girl. It seems that the harder I try to be feminine the more epic the failure is.
I’ve been a late bloomer in so many areas of my life, maybe this is just another one. Maybe my awkward teenage years actually hit in my 20’s. Perhaps my 30’s will be for me what the 20’s have been for everyone else.
I’ve always been a literal person. I can figure out the symbolism of something if that’s what’s required, but usually I approach things I read from a literal point of view. This makes taking lit classes interesting.
This weekend the assignment for my Brit Lit class was to read Caedmon’s Hymn and do a short writing assignment about it. I did the reading and writing, and when class time came I felt fairly ready for class. During class, there was discussion about the reading, and our teacher asked who Caedmon was. My first thought was, “Illiterate Cowherd,” because according to the text that’s how he was described. I didn’t say this, though, because I figured it wasn’t a deep enough answer. One of my classmates raised her hand and proceeded to start to say, “I wrote about how he was a sub-human…” (this isn’t an exact quote, but she definitely said sub-human). She was interrupted by our teacher re-asking the question. Turned out, our teacher actually wanted the answer that he was a cowherd.
I guess this means it’s not always a bad thing to take things literally.
It’s the start of a new week, and it seems like it’s a good time to make a list of things that make me happy.
1. Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along-Blog
Okay, stop whatever you’re doing and dedicate the next 42 minutes to watching this:
Before I saw this I didn’t realize that Nathan Fillion could sing. Really, though, this is awesome. Neil Patrick Harris, Felicia Day, and Nathan Fillion directed by Joss Whedon. The same guy who brought such awesomeness as Firefly and The Avengers to us. If you absolutely can’t stop and watch it right now, it’s supposed to be airing on the CW in October. “Home is where the heart is, so your real home’s in your chest.” and “Oh goodness, look at my wrist, I have to go.” are just a few of the great lines from this.
3. The mini-Joslyn art museum on my wall.
Okay, this isn’t the best picture, but let me explain. Those are all postcards that I got at the actual Joslyn Art Museum. I have my favorite two pictures from the museum up, along with several other pictures from there that I really like. When I look at them, it’s like getting a moment at home.
4. The pile of reading that I’m wading through.
These are just three of the books I’m using this semester. I’m loving getting to read fun stuff. (Okay, I’ll be honest, grammar isn’t fun. In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s where fun goes to die.) Right now I’m reading parts of The Illiad. The Odyssey and Beowulf are rapidly approaching.
5. Having my own room.
6. The Piano Guys
I posted one of their videos the other day. I’ve been watching some of their other videos, and I’m really impressed. It’s not just piano that they are awesome with, either.
This was a joke gift given to my grampa when I was really little. At the time I didn’t understand the joke, but I get it now. I claimed this when we were sorting things after the funeral. It’s now hanging above my desk. (And yes, there’s a bathtub playmate inside it. If anyone wants to know what’s inside, just ask and I’ll post a pic.)
8. My bedding
I’m a big fan of my bedding set. It looks like newsprint, and it’s reversible. Plus, there’s matching pillow shams! I really, really love this bedding.
9. Taco in a Bag
This is my Monday tradition here at school. Every Monday afternoon (provided it’s not a holiday weekend) the dining center’s To-Go special is Taco-in-a-Bag. This is the closest I get to decent Mexican food here in ND (which is quite sad when you think about it), so it makes me really, really happy! For the uninitiated, Taco-in-a-Bag is a bag of chips (lunch box size, I get Doritos) with a scoop of taco meat, some lettuce, nacho cheese, and salsa. (You can put tomatoes, sour cream, and whatever else you want in, I’m just a super picky eater.) Then you kind of close the bag, squish it all together, and then you eat it. Sounds weird, looks gross, tastes amazing!
I always get excited when someone comments, but I was uber excited this week when I saw that someone I’ve never met outside of the internet commented! It probably sounds silly, but I find it amazing that these little posts can be read by anyone, anywhere.
The other day, a guy passing by me said, “…f***ing two ‘o clock.” He wasn’t mad, he just decided to use f***ing as a descriptor for time. Last night, in the middle of a thunderstorm, I heard some guy running around outside and every time there was a flash of lightening he’d yell “F***!* (I think he and all the other people running around outside must’ve been drunk. I don’t know too many sober people who run around outside yelling profanities during thunderstorms.) Sadly, this wasn’t a unique, unheard of statement. I regularly hear people use cuss and swear words in every way imaginable. Sometimes, they create an entire sentence using almost all foul language. In fact, there’s not even a concept of what foul language is. I’m not innocent of this. I’ve had a fair share of bad words go flying out of my mouth. I’m not proud of this, and I’ve been working to not have these words come out of my mouth.
What concerns me is the fact that I’m hearing these words coming out of kid’s mouths. They say them with pride. It’s almost like they believe that saying any of these words means they’re a mature grown-up. I wish they’d realize that anyone is capable of saying these words. It’s not a badge of honor. It doesn’t make other people consider you an adult.
Also, cussing is not an appropriate way to win an argument. It just makes you look like you don’t have enough in your head to compose a well-reasoned response.
Finally, please try to keep from cussing in front of your kids. It’s not impossible. I grew up in a house where my parents knew every cuss and swear word known to mankind, and they never used any of them in front of me, even when they were stressed and/or upset.
Actually, school isn’t that bad. I’m feeling slightly panicky, but I keep taking deep breaths and telling myself it’s not as scary as it seems. I’m not very good at adjusting to new changes and I usually end up running away. Even if they’re for the positive (a small part of the reason I’m so delightfully single).
So, I have a confession. I will probably take a few weeks to get into the swing of this new schedule and a routine down for my homework. This means that my weekend posts will continue much like the posts up until now, but my weekday posts will be short and sweet, and probably contain a video that I’m currently loving.
Tonight’s video is a very cool one that I’ve listened to several times this week. It just makes me happy. I love that while there is some singing, the focus is the piano.
For those who don’t know me, I’m a big fan of Doctor Who. Which is why I’m incredibly excited that the new season will be starting in less than a month. Here’s the trailer…Enjoy! (Just a short post tonight because I’ve got to get back to my homework.)