6 posts tagged “lists”

Onslaught in the past twenty-four hours - my b.  I'm into numbering now, too, which goes to show that I'm just as tired of me as you are.

1. So in this article that discusses Senator Obama's race, there is someone quoted in the first few paragraphs whose job is said to be a "cultural critic".  WHERE IN THE EFF WERE THESE JOBS WHEN I HAD TO PICK A CAREER TO RESEARCH IN NINTH GRADE??!?!
2. At midnight-thirty, I boxed all of my books.  It took three large stackable containers to hold every book, but I filled each to the brim and had just enough room.  See how the seventh move this year has come in handy?  Just call me the Moving King.  I rule.
3. I ran today.  I still hate running.  I'm liking not smoking a lot more, though, so maybe once that seriously kicks in, I'll be able to quit with the running.  Except for the part where I was smoking all those years cuz - newsflash - I have an oral fixation and, therefore, I'm eating instead.  So maybe the running will continue.  Sucks.
4. Ooh!  OH!  I'm giving a whole bunch of things to the Salvation Army, which I'm a big fan of.  Anywho, in doing a hundred students' FAFSAs this year and pouring all over their parents' financial records for the year I found out that when you donate items you get to .. uh, write a number on a line and deduct ... okay, I don't know, but it is good and I'll figure it out next January.  Anyway, imagine six hundred shirts and lamps and whatnot - my taxes are going to thank me.  http://www.salvationarmyusa.org/usn/www_usn_2.nsf/vw-text-dynamic-arrays/D477340FFA28755C8525743D0049D1EF?openDocument
5. I slept for like five hours last night and didn't fully wake up till one this afternoon.  Now, one thirty, and I can't go to sleep.  I hate life.
   

Things I Love:
So happy I'm doing the love section first this week .. I think this is very telling. 

• The reggaeton beats blaring from my computer's speakers into my dark living room
• Being oddly sought after this weekend for no apparent reason.  It was such a bizarre bit, being in a house at a party with friends and then being propositioned like whoa by a beautiful, intelligent, gorgeous-lipped gangsta and seriously having to turn him down because his roommate is a long-term fella in my life (i.e. I've had a very hush-hush, off-on relationship with him for roundabout a year and some change).  The other roommate, as well, and a former flame all made attempts.  Very odd - I think I've gotten hotter.  Or it's summer and people's sexual appetites are virtually insatiable.  Regardless, feels good.
• Also, random girl I hooked up with this past weekend who is so not my type at all ever.  Much older and a spiritual healer .. equals the things she says are on some next level shit (something about my "earth plane" .. I don't know), equals she has no steady income and floats from apartment to apartment and I don't know if I'm ready for all that.  Either way, she was crazy hot, so score some for me and the lezzy action.
• Feeling greatly at peace with the apartment decision and the time frame with the move and, overall, just getting a life together that makes some sense.
• Spending Monday afternoon into the evening at a bbq with friends and, of course, folks I don't really know.  Free food and fantastic chats, laughing till I cried and hyperventilated, catching up with acquaintances from undergrad who in all respects were good people, I just had too many things goin to connect as much as maybe I should have.  Great weather and whatnot.  I've never been a fan of holidays, in particular those that just seemed an excuse for a three-day weekend, but this made me a believer in Memorial Day.
• Random tag sale my landlords are having that can include my things if I want .. might actually make the effort to rid my life of this (broken) couch or some random things I certainly don't need anymore.  Can we say perfect timing?
• Wearing skirts and dresses and finally feeling it for spring/summer
  

  Dressssss
• My car got out-of-control gas mileage this weekend and I have no idea why.  I got a fleeting desire to call all my friends because it was just that damn exciting, but I didn't wanna jinx it.  Now, normally I'm not influenced by the power of "jinx", but the number of miles I got was just downright freaky.  Nearly 400 miles on a sixteen-gallon tank in a fifteen-year old Grand Am.  If this is what not having a properly functioning muffler was making me miss out on, I woulda gotten that shit fixed months ago.
• The seriously weirdo mood I feel like my iTunes is in considering the music it's spitting at me.  Story:  for a short period of time I was sort of obsessed with figuring out the algorithm behind the iTunes Shuffle mode.  It occurred to me that I was channeling that dude in Pi who pretty much killed himself trying to figure out the pattern to the stock market or whatever, and I sorta stopped cuz I know how I get with math and it's likely that I woulda turned out like him or that guy on A Beautiful Mind.  Oh yeah, I'm hella nerdy if you actually know me.  (Speaking of, I just remembered that back in the day I memorized pi to like twenty-some digits just for the hell of it, and I can still call it .. so weird.)
• Made tentative Fourth of July weekend plans to go to a cabin in new Hampshire with several friends to basically do the drunk slash bonding thing.  Tentatively excited.
  

• The battery on my computer is most certainly dying.
• Impending charges for fixing the car, which is now going to be a necessity due to work location and apartment location - lookin at roughly $300, probably more
  
• My boss pulled some serious bullshit today even though I called him this weekend (Sunday, to be exact) in a whirl of excitement about finally figuring my life out.  Claimed that I couldn't work at the high school near my place because someone else was already going to work there, though as of Friday at about noon that wasn't the case, so I'm thinking that he's pulling some shit.  Furthermore, he was a bit skittish about which high school I could work at, and wasn't into giving me specifics.  Essentially he was being shady and unresponsive and I'm just pretty sure he wasn't being forthcoming about a few things.
• The moving thing as a whole - I have an outrageous couch (mentioned above) that needs to be disposed of, a bed to move (I want to keep the queen in lieu of buying my friend's full off him which is already in the room I'll be renting .. is that unreasonable??) then probably 2 other car loads that I'll turn into 3.  Boo with the smaller car (save for the gas thing above).
• I'm pretty sure I lost my phone.  Or left it at work.  Or something.  Basically I can't find it, but what else is new?
  

1. I have unsuccessfully tried to download iTunes update (7.6.2) or whatever about ten times and something fucks up with my QuickTime Player each time .. help??!?!
2. I love Microsoft Office 2007, and fuck all of you who don’t.
3. ABC isn’t allowing me to watch last night’s Grey’s Anatomy so I’m just sitting here mad drowsy cuz it’s raining like a motherfucker and lord knows I haven’t slept well in weeks.
4. The battery on my computer is spazzing so I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to get it replaced in some fashion very soon.  What are the life expectancies on these things and how costly will it be?
5. Just registered for my first class for grad school .. of course I'm wait-listed.  Their policy is that you pay the full amount for the class anyway and attend all classes and complete all assignments and they just sort of ... tell you if you're not wait-listed anymore.  Lame.
6. Finding great apts for my friend and I in the Boston area.  Okay, so "great" is very much over-stating what's actually going on, but I'm so excited about it that I think everything a bit more rose colored, and I'm aware of this and I'm so happy that I can be exhilarated about things.  4.5 weeks < T < 8 weeks
   

My sister is bummed about Mother's Day this year, even though she is the one who still speaks to our mother (not so much because she wants to or enjoys it or even respects the lady).  It's funny, because I just wish I was in Missouri right now so that I could go have lunch with my grandma, that's the only thing I miss or yearn for.  Maybe I'm heartless, I don't know, but considering the pain she intentionally inflicted on my family and the choices she has made in the past couple of years, I feel it a blessing, actually, that my mother is not in my life.  I think it's important to cut out the poisonous things, and she most certainly was poisonous.

Otherwise.

Today is laundry and reading (Their Eyes Were Watching God .. so excited) and dishes and kitchen-cleaning and bathroom-cleaning and putting away all my clothes (I've gotten careless and they have made their way to each room on my first floor) and I'm baking muffins and I plan to throw things away. 

Ooh, and I shaved my legs.  That was a big thing.

Today will be productive, I swear.

I'm sort of (mildly) obsessed with running away to Canada for about a thousand reasons, but none of them are even remotely good.  Take, for example, what I just said:  I'd like to run away to Canada just so that I could say, "I ran away to Canada.  I was on the run.  Y'know, '03 Bonnie and Clyde style."  In my head there are a ton of reasons, but I bet that when I list them out, like I'm about to, it will turn out to be three.  Also, I betchu that at the end of the list I'll digress and reclaim my love for the good ol' U.S of A.

1) Provinces - I think I'm just tired of states.  Plus, I'm a big-time champ of U.S. states and state capitals and their placement on a map (there's a game on Addicting Games), so I think it's time to move on to better things.

2)  The names of said provinces:  Manitoba, Nova Scotia (that one's my faves), Prince Edward Island .. list just keeps on a'goin, but doesn't babble on through fifty provinces.  I like my list of provinces like I like my coffee:  short and sweet and interesting.

3) This one time when I got lost in Canada  - took a right into Canada rather than a left to the U.S. (I've told this story before I think) - I stopped at a gas station for directions and the lady said told me to go "aboot twenty kilometers" in some direction.  I almost laughed in her face, both from delirium and from childish hilarity:  Aboot?!?  Kilometers??!? Sign.  Me.  Up.

4) The Royal Mounted Police which, up until about five seconds ago when I Googled that shit, I thought was "The Royal Mountie Police".  Maybe not as funny when I say it correctly, but in my mind they are a group of men on horses wearing bright red coats with shiny golden buttons and silly park ranger-esque hats and black tights.  Policing.  Saying "aboot".

5) They speak French in Québec, which I heart.  I would def brush up my French action to live in that province.

6) Ooh, on Bowling for Columbine, Michael Moore talked to all these people who didn't lock their doors, and I think that's pretty sweet.  They basically don't fear for their lives every waking second, and the news isn't chalk-full of violence.  It's a different culture in that way, and I'ma fan.

7) I call it Canadia (Cuh-nay-dee-uh), and even though that might get me beat up no less than five time throughout my life there, it makes me happy and I'd get to say it more often if I lived there.

8)  Their colorful money, which America is finally adopting.  Big fan.

.. See?  Toldja I'd run out after a few.  Not even close to a thousand reasons.

No digression.  I am moving to Canada. 

43 Things is both a curse and a blessing, challenging me to put into a list the things I have always wanted to do and taunting me as I do not experience them.  Recently, I decided to undertake the task of reading 52 books over the next 52 weeks, which is proving to be, um, insane.  I might have forgotten to take into account that I work roughly 55 hours per week and that most books are longer than 150 pages.  I might have forgotten to take into account that I get realllllllly competitive with myself and will completely put off other responsibilities in order to read all 52 books in the next year.  Seeing as I am currently four books behind where I should, theoretically, be, I'm kinda going bananas about  the whole thing.

Anyway.

Check my list if you'd like - my personal "things" range from the arbitrary to the mundane to lifelong desires - and read the theory behind the site.  I highly recommend.