I just put the Olympics back on and horse jumping is OOC! WHOA!
My roommate got an antenna for her TV so we can watch the Olympics which has been pretty great. I just turned on the TV and decided that I wanted to maybe watch something else besides the Olympics. Also, there was a commercial on. Booo. After a few seconds, I was about to give up the search. There seemed to be nothing on the few channels we can receive. But wait, channel 11 is playing Degrassi: The Next Generation. Best morning ever.
Yes!
Why are you here already?!
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?!?!
