(Incubus)
Dear Bright House Networks,
Want to know what happens when YOU live in a Bright House?
I'm sitting at Starbucks this morning, attempting to participate in a group meeting for one the classes for my Master's degree. I'll be done with this degree, which I have taken entirely online in May- no thanks to you. In the past two years since I've lived with your service, I've been completely astonished to find service that was worse than the Comcast I had in DC. If those people were slightly sadistic and evil, you all are completely fucking inept. In the past 18 months, you have sent someone out to our house to "fix" whatever problem we've had with our internet access no less than 8 times. Every time they come out, find a different problem than the person before them, the internet works relatively well for a few weeks and then the same problem begins again. Considering that I can only actually connect to the internet about 25% of the time, I feel that it's only fair that I should pay you 25% of my bill, yes?
Listen, I understand that things happen. But this problem of not being able to access my internet, which I'm paying quite a bit of money for, has become a problem that's grown from merely annoying, to quite inconvenient, and now absolutely fucking enraging. I have 8 weeks of my class left before graduation. This semester, you have already made me miss giving a presentation for one of my classes, re-write an assignment so that I could submit it from my laptop (since I wrote it on our desktop and couldn't connect to the internet), and travel to Starbucks on a Saturday morning at 8:30am for a group meeting, not to mention countless efforts to get back onto the internet after you've inexplicably kicked me out.
I don't have time for this shit.
Additionally, you provide our cable. Up until about 3 months ago, this wasn't a problem. Recently however, our cable has decided to become temperamental. About three times a week, I turn on the TV and get 30 seconds of black screen, 30 seconds of programming and navigation, and 30 more seconds of black screen, ad infinitum. Fucking annoying. Do you know how long it takes to reset our cable box? Do you have any idea what it's like to live in a house without reliable cable or internet? It can be downright unpleasant. So, you have one more chance to fix this. After Sunday, if my internet isn't as reliable as the sun rising, I will take AT&T up on one of the annoyingly numerous offers they send us every month. U-verse cannot possibly be worse than you are.
Sincerely,
A Very Unhappy Customer
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
and they fly north when winter's done
(Further Seems Forever)
I had dinner with my friend Mel last night. It's been a few weeks since our schedules have worked out and we've been able to see each other. I vented and we talked about all the stuff that's been going on and it made me feel unbelievably better. Isn't it funny? It was the same way after talking to Z on Saturday night. The situation hasn't changed at all, but being around the right people can just change your perspective... or at least commiserate and make you feel less alone in your struggle.
Friendships, like relationships, are never simple. Rarely easy. But totally worth the fuss. I feel profoundly lucky to have so many great people in my life. Being an only child, at least my experience with being an only child, is that you take a long time to feel secure with people. I've had great friends for years now, but I'm not far enough removed from the scared, lonely freshman I was to not continually appreciate how awesome my friends are, how much they make me laugh, and how much they help me.
There's not much point to this post, except to say that my friends continually surprise me. Sometimes in the best possible ways, sometimes not. I'm trying really hard to learn to not take things so personally. What's right for one of us isn't right for all of us and I know that we're all just doing the best we can with what we have. I think that the struggle is from being happy with what you have and wanting your friends to be happy and thus, wanting them to have what you have- even if it's maybe not what they want. Does that make sense? Being friends with someone means that you have to give them room to grow- you have to let them change. And all of this often means biting your tongue, swallowing your pride sometimes, and letting go of old (or new) hurts. I guess it's all part of being an adult and we all know there are some moments when I really struggle with this whole being an adult thing.
But it's so worth it when you have friends who can change your mood in a matter of minutes. Friends that send you Valentines, or-emails with silly pictures in them when you're having a bad day, and bring you soup when you're sick. Friends that celebrate your small victories and help you deal with your big losses. Friends that make you laugh from 800 miles away. Friends that always see the best in you, even when you don't always see it in yourself. Friends that remember when you did that crazy thing and maybe got kicked out of an intramural softball game for it and don't hold it against you. Friends that are there. Just there, regardless of time of day or what's going on in their own lives or how many times they've heard you say all this before.
And I just want to say thank you. Because the past few weeks have been unusually trying for me. And the phone dates and the e-mails and visits and all of it really helped me get over this valley. And I feel lucky to have you.
I had dinner with my friend Mel last night. It's been a few weeks since our schedules have worked out and we've been able to see each other. I vented and we talked about all the stuff that's been going on and it made me feel unbelievably better. Isn't it funny? It was the same way after talking to Z on Saturday night. The situation hasn't changed at all, but being around the right people can just change your perspective... or at least commiserate and make you feel less alone in your struggle.
Friendships, like relationships, are never simple. Rarely easy. But totally worth the fuss. I feel profoundly lucky to have so many great people in my life. Being an only child, at least my experience with being an only child, is that you take a long time to feel secure with people. I've had great friends for years now, but I'm not far enough removed from the scared, lonely freshman I was to not continually appreciate how awesome my friends are, how much they make me laugh, and how much they help me.
There's not much point to this post, except to say that my friends continually surprise me. Sometimes in the best possible ways, sometimes not. I'm trying really hard to learn to not take things so personally. What's right for one of us isn't right for all of us and I know that we're all just doing the best we can with what we have. I think that the struggle is from being happy with what you have and wanting your friends to be happy and thus, wanting them to have what you have- even if it's maybe not what they want. Does that make sense? Being friends with someone means that you have to give them room to grow- you have to let them change. And all of this often means biting your tongue, swallowing your pride sometimes, and letting go of old (or new) hurts. I guess it's all part of being an adult and we all know there are some moments when I really struggle with this whole being an adult thing.
But it's so worth it when you have friends who can change your mood in a matter of minutes. Friends that send you Valentines, or-emails with silly pictures in them when you're having a bad day, and bring you soup when you're sick. Friends that celebrate your small victories and help you deal with your big losses. Friends that make you laugh from 800 miles away. Friends that always see the best in you, even when you don't always see it in yourself. Friends that remember when you did that crazy thing and maybe got kicked out of an intramural softball game for it and don't hold it against you. Friends that are there. Just there, regardless of time of day or what's going on in their own lives or how many times they've heard you say all this before.
And I just want to say thank you. Because the past few weeks have been unusually trying for me. And the phone dates and the e-mails and visits and all of it really helped me get over this valley. And I feel lucky to have you.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
what you're made of what you're not
(Archie Bronson Outfit)
Today was the first day in quite some time that I woke up and didn't feel that sense of impending doom. I credit J giving me a much needed pep talk and letting me vent last night as the source of my new found zen. Sometimes you just need someone to tell you that no matter what, it's all going to work itself out. We're in an in-between place right now. The past few months have been tiring and the past few weeks have downright sucked. Being sick for weeks on end in the middle of my least favorite months have made me blue.
It's more than that though. Work and school and everything else has coalesced into one giant stress ball and made it pretty clear that we need to make some changes. J works minimum 55 hours a week, with an hour commute. I work at my assistantship 20 hours a week, plus at my cataloging position 30 hours a week (45 minutes commute), plus, I go to school full time. In my spare time, I'm planning our wedding. I can juggle and I can make it work, mostly because it's only for about two more months and once I finally graduate a giant weight will be lifted off me. But, it's only worth juggling all of this if we feel like we're working towards something, like what we're doing is worthwhile, and if it's not jeopardizing our health, relationship, or sanity.
We've reached the tipping point. It's not the time, though that's obviously less than ideal. It's the being exhausted every day, it's the being sick all the time, it's the never having energy to do anything for me-ness, and above all, it's the feeling that we're both sacrificing for positions that don't really appreciate us.
So.
We've made the decision that J needs to move on from his current position and do something else. The environment is really negative, the people suck, he's not learning, it's far from home, etc etc. Mostly, it's just making him really depressed. So the first step is to get out of the situation and do something else to bring home a paycheck and then re-evaluate what the next step is career-wise. It's scary. I'm also sure it's not what a lot of people would do. But, right now, our only major responsibility is really to ourselves and each other. We don't have kids, don't have other people relying on us, and until we do we get to be selfish about making our overall happiness and well-being first priority.
On my end, work has been really stressful lately. Much too stressful for something that's not full-time. I don't always feel like it's the best cultural fit. Sometimes, I feel like it's a little drilled in to me that I'm just part-time, but at the same time, I feel like I get responsibilities that I'm not adequately prepared or trained for. And that on top of school and the wedding and life has just been a lot recently. So, I've made the decision to give up the acquisitions portion of my duties (which is about 6 hours a week), go back down to three days, 24 hours, focus on cataloging and get a little pressure off me.
The six hours pay wise doesn't make much difference anyway. It's not the difference between supporting myself or not- come May when I graduate and my assistantship ends, I'll either need to get a full-time job or find another part-time job to augment this one. The hours make a difference in the stress level by a lot though. It also makes a difference in my availability for another part-time position...
I have an interview for one as an adjunct librarian on Wednesday. Academic library, better title, more liberal institution, different job duties. If it does, the next two months while I'm finishing school and my assistantship would totally blow. Besides that, it could be really perfect for me, actually. There aren't a ton of full time positions available in Orlando right now and I really want to avoid moving before the wedding. Ideally, if we have to move, I'd like to do it this time next year.
But, if I don't get it? That's going to be alright too. I have to believe that there is something out there that's a better fit for me. And as J pointed out last night... our worst case-scenario isn't all that bad. We're lucky to be debt free (minus student loans) and have a paid-for wedding. If we can't do much more than break even for the next few months, that's not ideal, but it is alright. Eventually, if we have to move, we will. And that will be okay too.
I just don't want us to make decisions based on fear. I don't want to kill myself at this job because I'm worried that I'll need the extra hours if I can't find something else. I don't want J to stay somewhere that is making him miserable simply because it's a steady job. It's just not worth it. Being in limbo or looking for something new or even starting something new is stressful and scary. But I don't want to live our lives sticking with something because even though it sucks beyond belief- it's consistent and familiar.
At some point, it will all be better than just okay. We've made so many changes in our lives over the past few years to get us to where we are. I'm not complaining, in general, life is really good and we're really lucky and we both know that. I just don't want us to get complacent... and I hope these changes make our lives just a little bit easier and a little bit better.
Today was the first day in quite some time that I woke up and didn't feel that sense of impending doom. I credit J giving me a much needed pep talk and letting me vent last night as the source of my new found zen. Sometimes you just need someone to tell you that no matter what, it's all going to work itself out. We're in an in-between place right now. The past few months have been tiring and the past few weeks have downright sucked. Being sick for weeks on end in the middle of my least favorite months have made me blue.
It's more than that though. Work and school and everything else has coalesced into one giant stress ball and made it pretty clear that we need to make some changes. J works minimum 55 hours a week, with an hour commute. I work at my assistantship 20 hours a week, plus at my cataloging position 30 hours a week (45 minutes commute), plus, I go to school full time. In my spare time, I'm planning our wedding. I can juggle and I can make it work, mostly because it's only for about two more months and once I finally graduate a giant weight will be lifted off me. But, it's only worth juggling all of this if we feel like we're working towards something, like what we're doing is worthwhile, and if it's not jeopardizing our health, relationship, or sanity.
We've reached the tipping point. It's not the time, though that's obviously less than ideal. It's the being exhausted every day, it's the being sick all the time, it's the never having energy to do anything for me-ness, and above all, it's the feeling that we're both sacrificing for positions that don't really appreciate us.
So.
We've made the decision that J needs to move on from his current position and do something else. The environment is really negative, the people suck, he's not learning, it's far from home, etc etc. Mostly, it's just making him really depressed. So the first step is to get out of the situation and do something else to bring home a paycheck and then re-evaluate what the next step is career-wise. It's scary. I'm also sure it's not what a lot of people would do. But, right now, our only major responsibility is really to ourselves and each other. We don't have kids, don't have other people relying on us, and until we do we get to be selfish about making our overall happiness and well-being first priority.
On my end, work has been really stressful lately. Much too stressful for something that's not full-time. I don't always feel like it's the best cultural fit. Sometimes, I feel like it's a little drilled in to me that I'm just part-time, but at the same time, I feel like I get responsibilities that I'm not adequately prepared or trained for. And that on top of school and the wedding and life has just been a lot recently. So, I've made the decision to give up the acquisitions portion of my duties (which is about 6 hours a week), go back down to three days, 24 hours, focus on cataloging and get a little pressure off me.
The six hours pay wise doesn't make much difference anyway. It's not the difference between supporting myself or not- come May when I graduate and my assistantship ends, I'll either need to get a full-time job or find another part-time job to augment this one. The hours make a difference in the stress level by a lot though. It also makes a difference in my availability for another part-time position...
I have an interview for one as an adjunct librarian on Wednesday. Academic library, better title, more liberal institution, different job duties. If it does, the next two months while I'm finishing school and my assistantship would totally blow. Besides that, it could be really perfect for me, actually. There aren't a ton of full time positions available in Orlando right now and I really want to avoid moving before the wedding. Ideally, if we have to move, I'd like to do it this time next year.
But, if I don't get it? That's going to be alright too. I have to believe that there is something out there that's a better fit for me. And as J pointed out last night... our worst case-scenario isn't all that bad. We're lucky to be debt free (minus student loans) and have a paid-for wedding. If we can't do much more than break even for the next few months, that's not ideal, but it is alright. Eventually, if we have to move, we will. And that will be okay too.
I just don't want us to make decisions based on fear. I don't want to kill myself at this job because I'm worried that I'll need the extra hours if I can't find something else. I don't want J to stay somewhere that is making him miserable simply because it's a steady job. It's just not worth it. Being in limbo or looking for something new or even starting something new is stressful and scary. But I don't want to live our lives sticking with something because even though it sucks beyond belief- it's consistent and familiar.
At some point, it will all be better than just okay. We've made so many changes in our lives over the past few years to get us to where we are. I'm not complaining, in general, life is really good and we're really lucky and we both know that. I just don't want us to get complacent... and I hope these changes make our lives just a little bit easier and a little bit better.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
oh they'd love to see me fall but I'm already on my back
(Cage the Elephant)
2011 so far has just loved kicking me (in the teeth) when I'm down. It started with a head cold. Then I had that mole removed, endured the stitches and the antibiotics and the not bending over. Then the stitches came out, the nurse ripped my entire scab off and the damn thing is still healing. Finally, when that little incident was over, I came down with strep throat. The universe granted me a brief reprieve- literally a three day window of niceness- when Teddi was here last week-end and then my fiance promptly got food poisoning just in time for Valentine's Day! (Update: It was a stomach virus. Which I also caught. Hell.)
I know I'm not the first to wax on about the evils of WebMD. But this is the first time that it's actually freaked me out in relation to someone else and not myself. Love is constantly running around with your heart in someone else's hands. I cannot imagine having children, them being sick, and then having to wade through the fear-mongering that WebMD spewed at me yesterday. Seriously, it's like... "Well... it could be a flu-like virus. It could be food poisoning. Actually, it probably is just food poisoning! But, you know, just to be on the safe side, you haven't been on a cruise ship recently have you? Because it could be norovirus. Oh oh or malaria! And is your neck stiff? Because you know it might be meningitis..."
Literally, the highlight of my day yesterday was finding a new flavor (Cinnamon Raisin Swirl) of my favorite peanut butter (The Peanut Butter Company) at Publix. (Thus far they've only carried White Chocolate Wonderful, which is my jam [Haha. See what I did there?] and the Dark Chocolate Dreams- which is like a peanut butter version of Nutella.)
I don't even really give a shit that it was a bad Valentine's Day. It was simply a horrendous day in a series of not so good weeks. Everyone keeps saying that maybe 2011 is just getting this out of the way and Lord, I hope so. Because there is so so so much to look forward to and be happy about and events and endings and beginnings and girls trips and bridal showers and weddings and graduation and everything right around the corner and right now, I just want to crawl into a ball under my desk with my pack of cough drops and call it a day.
School is hard. It's my last semester. I'm literally counting down the days (70) till I'm done. I'm sure part of it senioritis, I'm so close to being done that I'm losing momentum. But, it's also just that this semester is ridiculously labor intensive. All group work and blog posts and semester long projects. It's worth it, of course, I'm not loathing my classes. But I am really ready to put the degree to use and spend my time in other ways.
Work is hard. I cried in my boss' office yesterday morning. It was mortifying and I don't really want to talk about it. Sometimes, I'm not sure that I'm the greatest fit here. I know that I'm smart and capable and I'm good at my job. But I'm really overwhelmed with every aspect of my life right now and coming in every day and having more things added to my work to-do list is starting to really get to me. Sometimes I think that people here (not my boss who is awesome but other people) forget that I am part-time and that I'm only supposed to be spending a very small portion of my time on collection development. I fully plan on addressing it at the next work flows meeting. Make me full time and pay me more or accept that you're going to have to wait for certain things to get done.
Exercise is hard. Things that are good for you are hard. Z, Winnie and I have a girl's trip in the ATL mid-April (cannot. wait.) and we collectively decided that signing up for a 5k while we were there would be a good idea. It's exactly enough time to finish Couch to 5k. So, I completed day 1 yesterday. Running outside is nothing like running on a treadmill. And I fucking loathe dieting. I don't have that much "weight" to lose, in fact, I'd be fine if I lost none and just toned up... so the amount of calories I'd have to eat in order to make a difference is pretty much the minimum I can eat before I starve. I'm a fairly healthy person to begin with, I mean- I like my donuts and all- but I believe in moderation and eating whole foods and trying to focus on drinking more water and eating more vegetables. I won't even bother telling you about my short foray into weight watchers.
Searching for a new job/additional job is hard. My assistantship ends in May when I graduate. And the debate over work-life-moving is semi-constant in my brain. Do I get another something part time? Do we move? At what point (price wise and other wise) is moving for a job worth it? When is it not? How long do we wait before we make that call? Do we really want to move out of Orlando before the wedding? We just had the damn house painted.
Amidst all the complaints, there are good things. J and I have both been cooking more. We are credit card debt free. We should be getting our first CSA bundle soon. The wedding planning is going pretty well- I found a dress for our engagement photos and some quite probable wedding shoes from BHLDN... and I ordered out cupcake toppers from Etsy. I read the first two books of The Hunger Games trilogy and I'm really enjoying them. Up next: finally reading The Chronicles of Narnia. Light reads before I can full indulge in summer beach reading. This fall's material was pretty heavy. Teddi was here last week-end! We shopped and ate and picked out a bridesmaid dress and ate some more. It was really great to have her here, shopping was glorious, and the meals were way beyond my diet but totally worth it.
Also, I finally got fitted for a bra for the first time since I gained weight. I cannot encourage you enough to do this. I've been wearing the same size since I hit puberty- 32 A. When I gained weight, I bumped it up to a 34 A. The girl measured me, said, "Well, you're about a 34 B, but I bet a 32 C would fit you the best." I laughed, took the bra, fully expected it to be too big and guess what? I am a 32 C. She handed me a little card with my size and everything- I think I might have it fucking framed. I really thought I'd have to get knocked up before I ventured into C territory. It's sort of changed my outlook- like, I might be pudgy but at least I am pudgy with C cups, you know?
I'm just so ready for the next two months to move by. I want life to return to normalcy, yes, in that I'd like us both to be healthy. But, I'm also so ready to be done with school and feel like I actually have time for things. Our lifestyle has made small changes and now I'm so beyond ready for some bigger ones.
2011 so far has just loved kicking me (in the teeth) when I'm down. It started with a head cold. Then I had that mole removed, endured the stitches and the antibiotics and the not bending over. Then the stitches came out, the nurse ripped my entire scab off and the damn thing is still healing. Finally, when that little incident was over, I came down with strep throat. The universe granted me a brief reprieve- literally a three day window of niceness- when Teddi was here last week-end and then my fiance promptly got food poisoning just in time for Valentine's Day! (Update: It was a stomach virus. Which I also caught. Hell.)
I know I'm not the first to wax on about the evils of WebMD. But this is the first time that it's actually freaked me out in relation to someone else and not myself. Love is constantly running around with your heart in someone else's hands. I cannot imagine having children, them being sick, and then having to wade through the fear-mongering that WebMD spewed at me yesterday. Seriously, it's like... "Well... it could be a flu-like virus. It could be food poisoning. Actually, it probably is just food poisoning! But, you know, just to be on the safe side, you haven't been on a cruise ship recently have you? Because it could be norovirus. Oh oh or malaria! And is your neck stiff? Because you know it might be meningitis..."
Literally, the highlight of my day yesterday was finding a new flavor (Cinnamon Raisin Swirl) of my favorite peanut butter (The Peanut Butter Company) at Publix. (Thus far they've only carried White Chocolate Wonderful, which is my jam [Haha. See what I did there?] and the Dark Chocolate Dreams- which is like a peanut butter version of Nutella.)
I don't even really give a shit that it was a bad Valentine's Day. It was simply a horrendous day in a series of not so good weeks. Everyone keeps saying that maybe 2011 is just getting this out of the way and Lord, I hope so. Because there is so so so much to look forward to and be happy about and events and endings and beginnings and girls trips and bridal showers and weddings and graduation and everything right around the corner and right now, I just want to crawl into a ball under my desk with my pack of cough drops and call it a day.
School is hard. It's my last semester. I'm literally counting down the days (70) till I'm done. I'm sure part of it senioritis, I'm so close to being done that I'm losing momentum. But, it's also just that this semester is ridiculously labor intensive. All group work and blog posts and semester long projects. It's worth it, of course, I'm not loathing my classes. But I am really ready to put the degree to use and spend my time in other ways.
Work is hard. I cried in my boss' office yesterday morning. It was mortifying and I don't really want to talk about it. Sometimes, I'm not sure that I'm the greatest fit here. I know that I'm smart and capable and I'm good at my job. But I'm really overwhelmed with every aspect of my life right now and coming in every day and having more things added to my work to-do list is starting to really get to me. Sometimes I think that people here (not my boss who is awesome but other people) forget that I am part-time and that I'm only supposed to be spending a very small portion of my time on collection development. I fully plan on addressing it at the next work flows meeting. Make me full time and pay me more or accept that you're going to have to wait for certain things to get done.
Exercise is hard. Things that are good for you are hard. Z, Winnie and I have a girl's trip in the ATL mid-April (cannot. wait.) and we collectively decided that signing up for a 5k while we were there would be a good idea. It's exactly enough time to finish Couch to 5k. So, I completed day 1 yesterday. Running outside is nothing like running on a treadmill. And I fucking loathe dieting. I don't have that much "weight" to lose, in fact, I'd be fine if I lost none and just toned up... so the amount of calories I'd have to eat in order to make a difference is pretty much the minimum I can eat before I starve. I'm a fairly healthy person to begin with, I mean- I like my donuts and all- but I believe in moderation and eating whole foods and trying to focus on drinking more water and eating more vegetables. I won't even bother telling you about my short foray into weight watchers.
Searching for a new job/additional job is hard. My assistantship ends in May when I graduate. And the debate over work-life-moving is semi-constant in my brain. Do I get another something part time? Do we move? At what point (price wise and other wise) is moving for a job worth it? When is it not? How long do we wait before we make that call? Do we really want to move out of Orlando before the wedding? We just had the damn house painted.
Amidst all the complaints, there are good things. J and I have both been cooking more. We are credit card debt free. We should be getting our first CSA bundle soon. The wedding planning is going pretty well- I found a dress for our engagement photos and some quite probable wedding shoes from BHLDN... and I ordered out cupcake toppers from Etsy. I read the first two books of The Hunger Games trilogy and I'm really enjoying them. Up next: finally reading The Chronicles of Narnia. Light reads before I can full indulge in summer beach reading. This fall's material was pretty heavy. Teddi was here last week-end! We shopped and ate and picked out a bridesmaid dress and ate some more. It was really great to have her here, shopping was glorious, and the meals were way beyond my diet but totally worth it.
Also, I finally got fitted for a bra for the first time since I gained weight. I cannot encourage you enough to do this. I've been wearing the same size since I hit puberty- 32 A. When I gained weight, I bumped it up to a 34 A. The girl measured me, said, "Well, you're about a 34 B, but I bet a 32 C would fit you the best." I laughed, took the bra, fully expected it to be too big and guess what? I am a 32 C. She handed me a little card with my size and everything- I think I might have it fucking framed. I really thought I'd have to get knocked up before I ventured into C territory. It's sort of changed my outlook- like, I might be pudgy but at least I am pudgy with C cups, you know?
I'm just so ready for the next two months to move by. I want life to return to normalcy, yes, in that I'd like us both to be healthy. But, I'm also so ready to be done with school and feel like I actually have time for things. Our lifestyle has made small changes and now I'm so beyond ready for some bigger ones.
Monday, February 7, 2011
I got out of bed today, swear to God I couldn't see my face
(Wintersleep)
After the stitches debacle? I got strep throat for the first time since 3rd grade. Today is my first day back at work, I have a literal pile of papers on my desk to sort through (not to mention the two carts of books that need cataloging), two classes tonight, homework, and a dear friend coming into town this week-end. So this is what I have to offer.
New music (to my iPod) for 2011:
- Wintersleep: "Weighty Ghost"
- Iron and Wine: "Each Coming Night"
- Rolling Stones: "Gimme Shelter" (My favorite Stones tune.)
- Rise Against: "Audience of One" (Proof that sometimes I do hear things on the radio I like. The singer's voice reminds me of Samiam.)
- The Hives: "Hate to Say I Told You So"
- Cage the Elephant: "Shake Me Down" and "Back Against the Wall" and "In One Ear" (So far, I like everything from this band. So far.)
- Archie Bronson Outfit: "Dart for My Sweetheart" (Watched too much UK Skins when I was sick.)
- Mike Posner: "Cooler Than Me" (Caught this video for this during an insomnia episode a few weeks ago and couldn't get it out of my head.)
- Mountain: "Mississippi Queen" (Because I am literally pining away for summer.)
- Stone Sour: "Say You'll Haunt Me"
Also. Due to the stitches and strep, I didn't accomplish a single one of my January goals- not even the eating of kale. So.
February Goals:
- Walk Sam everyday.
- Take a walk during lunch everyday.
- Try Kale.
- Make more smoothies.
- Break the dessert habit. Michael Pollan claims that I should eat dessert everyday, so who am I to argue?
After the stitches debacle? I got strep throat for the first time since 3rd grade. Today is my first day back at work, I have a literal pile of papers on my desk to sort through (not to mention the two carts of books that need cataloging), two classes tonight, homework, and a dear friend coming into town this week-end. So this is what I have to offer.
New music (to my iPod) for 2011:
- Wintersleep: "Weighty Ghost"
- Iron and Wine: "Each Coming Night"
- Rolling Stones: "Gimme Shelter" (My favorite Stones tune.)
- Rise Against: "Audience of One" (Proof that sometimes I do hear things on the radio I like. The singer's voice reminds me of Samiam.)
- The Hives: "Hate to Say I Told You So"
- Cage the Elephant: "Shake Me Down" and "Back Against the Wall" and "In One Ear" (So far, I like everything from this band. So far.)
- Archie Bronson Outfit: "Dart for My Sweetheart" (Watched too much UK Skins when I was sick.)
- Mike Posner: "Cooler Than Me" (Caught this video for this during an insomnia episode a few weeks ago and couldn't get it out of my head.)
- Mountain: "Mississippi Queen" (Because I am literally pining away for summer.)
- Stone Sour: "Say You'll Haunt Me"
Also. Due to the stitches and strep, I didn't accomplish a single one of my January goals- not even the eating of kale. So.
February Goals:
- Walk Sam everyday.
- Take a walk during lunch everyday.
- Try Kale.
- Make more smoothies.
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