Unfortunately, I fail at putting on sunscreen. The saddest part was that I was convinced that today would be the day that I don’t fail. I put it on before I left the house, once we arrived at the beach and once more during the day. Somehow, I did a terrible job with my shoulders and now they are so red! My body is so many different colors, with the redness of the shoulders, the tan line on my legs from my shorts and my super white stomach that has not seen the light of day in I don’t know how long. My bad.
I can’t stop listening to Destroyer’s Rubies. This is probably not good for a few reasons. First, there is no way that this is work related and now I’m not being very productive. Second, I have promised at least 2 people I would make a mix CD. One of them was my sister, who I just sent like entire albums to though, so it’s okay. And she’s my sister. Duh. Anyway, I can’t make a mix CD out of just one record, OBVIOUSLY.
It’s probably less can’t and more won’t.
Breakfast: Iced coffee on the train, more iced coffee in the office and an orange…at noonish. Sensible? Probably not. A real serving of fruit though. And not a bagel or panini.
Lunch: Chicken parm sandwich. Healthy? No. Delicious? Absolutely.
Before radio meeting: Sugar Free Red Bull because I was falling asleep at my desk. Helpful? Nope. Cancerous? Likely.
Now I’m home and it’s almost 9 and I still haven’t had dinner. I have successfully drank half a glass of wine though so I think I need to get some food quickly, before this becomes a repeat of last night and I get nothing done. Unfortunately, nothing sounds like anything I want to eat.
Dear future boyfriend,
Please be someone that wants to make me dinner. Oh, and please meet me soon, before I become completely malnourished. I promise that I’ll be nice to you. Thanks!
Sincerely,
j. marms
Be better at taking care of personal things. Like, I can take care of stuff in my job fine. But my life? Oh no, what a mess.
Breakfast, lunch AND dinner. Not and/or/maybe if I get around to it.
Similarly, gin + tonic does not = balanced meal. Lime does not = daily fruit serving.
that I still identify with My So-Called Life?
Angela said something about it being unfair that Jordan Catalano gets to be the one with “other things on his mind.” Because she has nothing else on her mind, meaning only Jordan is on her mind. AH BOYS!
OMG this just happened in the episode I am currently watching. Angela’s mom just said, “Hillary Clinton is a brilliant woman and people should stop judging her by her hair!” Awww she’s like my mom! There was just another scene where she’s singing and dancing in the hallway and the obnoxious younger sister, Danielle, screams, “Mom! Stop singing!!!” And she goes, “I know, I’m not allowed to sing, I’m not allowed to dance. Amish Mom!” Also something my mom would say as she continues to dance in the hallway.
I’m going home Thursday. Who knew this would make me so happy?!?!
Right?! Most good blogs are about something specific. Travel, pop culture, movies, television, shopping, etc. My blog is neither good, nor themed. Well part of that is about to change! I have a theme! Okay so a while ago Cary and I were discussing that what is constant about my blog is that it involves the awkward things I say, do and think throughout the day. Today, I did another dumb thing and was just about to write about it when I realized that this awkward-constant idea was definitely true, and things were never clearer. That is the theme of my blog. People throw the word “awkward” around a lot, willy-nilly. Like, “Awkward turtle!” or “that situation was a little awkward…” But I truly believe that any of my friends would agree that I do/say/think a LOT of awkward things. I am legit. So, here’s the thing that I did that inspired the last paragraph:
I was walking to Union Square after work because I had some things to do. I’m walking down 6th Ave. and talking to my mom on my cell phone about some ridiculous drama and happened to walk by Vance. You may remember Vance from the day I got my bike and I got lost and called him and he saved my life. Well, I was very involved in this conversation with my mom and was oblivious to the fact that I walked mere inches away from this boy that I see ALL THE TIME. I realized once I had already crossed the street that I must have seemed like a crazy because I just walked by him in a mad rush without saying “hi.” I felt SO bad. My mom told me I was crazy. Well, she was right. After I got off the phone with her, I texted him to apologize for walking by him without saying anything, I realized too late and I was on the phone. Crisis averted. Well, it turns out that he didn’t even see me! There was no crisis. I’m just crazy.
Is this twitter business a waste of time? I’m still not sure why it exists but I’m finally okay with it. Unfortunately, I think I got on board when everyone else got over it.
Also, if i didn’t have a job in music promotion, I think I would want to be in the Union of Concerned Scientists. True, science is one of my worst subjects. But, they had some pretty cool PSAs and they seem to be making the world better. I appreciate their concern.
Okay. So sometimes there are success stories associated with Missed Connections. But most times, there aren’t and they’re just this silly thing that people do. I don’t know too many people who admit to being an avid reader of Missed Connections. That is, besides my sister who, when she was without the internet for a few weeks she cried, “What if someone posts a Missed Connection about me and I NEVER know?!” I don’t know why we don’t talk about this- I’m sure more people read them than I am led to believe. Sometimes I have read all the celebrity gossip I can handle and, yet, I need another time-waster. Missed Connections to the rescue. And now, I present you with this gem:
I have no words.