broken glass, broke and hungry, broken hearts and broken bones

(Barenaked Ladies. "The Old Apartment".)

This is the only Barenaked Ladies song that I like. Senior year of High School, JLM "borrowed" the CD for me out of his Mom's boyfriend's truck and I still have it. I've always liked this song. I like the somewhat soft very 1998 rock sound of it and I like that it sounds like the band isn't trying too hard (for once) and I like the whole story of the song... anyone who's moved out of a house where they were really happy or that held a lot of memories for them and then driven back by it to see someone else living in your "home" can relate. It's about more than that, of course, it's about the larger regret of days gone by, but I love the way the singer addresses them in such a round about way.

So, yeah. I haven't been here. But I have literally been everywhere else. I started my new job on Monday, which is going well. For those of you keeping track, yeah, I have two jobs. Both library related, so yay for that. I'm also keeping my internship in reference (though I'm only doing it one afternoon a week and one week-end a month). I really love the people here in Reference and shockingly, I actually get a ton of personal stuff done when I'm in here (like updating this here blog) so I don't want to give it up unless I really have to. Although I will say that two days in to two jobs, an internship, school and life and I'm already so exhausted. How do you people do this for 40+ hours a week, every week?

Also a contributing factor in me being tired? I broke down and got myself a personal trainer. It's just through my gym, although it costs enough that it might as well be private, and it is a little frivolous... but clearly trying to work out myself hasn't really been getting me very far. I don't think it's in any way necessary for everyone (especially if you have a significant other that knows their way around the gym) but so far, for me, it's been awesome. I physically feel like someone kicked the shit out of me for the next day and a half after I go, but I also feel like I actually got a workout. And I need someone to correct my positioning and heft my free weights for me and write down all my reps and to encourage me to finish. Because I obviously wasn't doing it for myself.

Besides that (and school- which is tough this semester, but which I also love for the most part) it's just life. It's worshipping at the alter of my new coffee maker, it's trying to convince J to change his alarm tone to something other than that Ke$ha song, it's the battle to find a wedding dress, and walking the dog every morning and feeling the ever so slight changes in the seasons (it's getting cooler, I swear), it's week-end trips with J and with the girls, it's phone calls from long thought to be lost friends, it's new make-up and old books, the season finale of True Blood, playing fantasy football, and trying to find time to fit it all in. I have a constant running dialog in my head of things I want to mention or stuff I'm contemplating and about 15 half started blog entries. And the truth is that I'm too busy out there actually living my life to stop and talk about it whenever I want to. But as tired or overwhelmed as I am a lot of the time, I do think it's a crazy lucky ride...