I love you. No, I hate you.

Re below post: everything's fine. We talked it out, both admitting shortcomings and committing to do better. Then we beat the shit out of each other. So it's cool.

I found a pretty neat little website today called the thedailyplate. It's a pretty neat beta site into which you punch in all the food you eat per day, how much exercise you get, and your weight goals. And it tells you how many calories you can still eat to be ok. Except that I eat a million little things per day, like 7 almonds and 5 leftover Sunchips (harvest cheddar yum). And that kind of thing is hard to put in the site. Not hard, exactly, but time-consuming. But maybe this is what THEY want. THEY being the non-fatty type who want others to be less-fatty. Because I can see wanting to eat something and then being like fuck it I don't want to have to log this in.

Or maybe I actually hate this website after all.

This is not a funny post.

I feel like crap. I have approximately 1,852 things to do before Ginny and Paul get here tomorrow and I have been running around like a madman all day today and will continue to do so until I pick them up tomorrow afternoon. So when my boyfriend calls and tries to make funny (read: not funny) jokes about me not being busy at all, I get angry and end the call. Then call back and leave a message about why I am pissed. Then take his call, find out he hasn't listened to the message, get mad and hang up. And steam for a while. But now my steam is condensing into sadness. And I can't concentrate on my shit that I so desperately need to work on. And it sucks. And I realise that sometimes it is easier being alone. Not that I'm going to do anything rash, but it's true for right now.

Thanks for letting me vent and putting up with my bullshit.

I like television.

Especially when I have lots of boring reading to do and I want to procrastinate. Last night, I had about 50 pages to read of horrendously boring motivation theory claptrap, so I decided that it would be a good idea to watch telly and then mute it during commercials and read. So basically a 5:1 telly:reading ratio. Not particularly clever. Cut to me still being up at 130am. Hallucinating. But I couldn't help it! Scrubs was on! I wasn't even aware of this show until it was on for a couple years. And I still haven't figured out when it actually comes on network television. But since it's syndicated now, I don't have to! Plus I have about 4 years of episodes to catch up on, so it's like new!

Even though I find Zach Braff ever-increasingly whiffing of dickhead, he does have good comic timing. And John McGinley is pretty much always spot on. Turk, Carla, the Janitor, Elliot: fantastic. Last night an episode made me laugh out loud. By myself. That's pretty hard to do.

So I give Scrubs props up. I'm a fan. A very, very late fan who doesn't know when it actually comes on. But when I accidentally catch it, I like it!

Welcome, wee one!

I am pleased to present to you my goddaughter, Miss Meaghan Sophia Kelly. She is three days old, 19.5 inches long, and around 7.7 lbs. Her talented and now very tired mother knitted this gorgeous sweater.
Wave and she waves back. With her mitted little paw. To protect her from her teeny little fingernails that can't be cut yet. She sleeps a lot--she has, after all, been through a lot in such a short time. I am visiting her for the first time tonight. See you soon, darling. Love!

Things I just thought about today, okay?

Totally inspired by Elbo's aces post today, I wanted to write something similar. Except the things I thought about were 1) something I used to be obsessed about and no longer am, and 2) something that I was never and have no plans to ever be obsessed about. So it's um, not really the same thing after all. But, as my mother always says, fuck it!*

1) The album OK Computer by Radiohead. I have bought this CD approximately nine times. Every time has been precipitated by a sudden, jerking memory of a song off of it, followed by the complete and utter destruction of my dorm room/apartment/house looking for it, followed by a resigned repurchase. This last time, though, I found it hiding behind the sunshade in my car. Naughty OK Computer!

This album fucking rules because of, and I'll just put it out there, track 5. Let Down is one of the most heartbreakingly tearsmashingly soulrippingly amazing songs ever written. It has seen me through some times, my friends, and it is aural beauty, plain and simple. Clearly, the rest of the album doesn't suck by a long stretch, but oh. Let Down. I was playing it during my errands at lunch and had to fight the urge to not go back to the office and drive around all day. And smoke pot. And wear thrift-store clothing. And too much lipstick. Good times.

2) Movies are so expensive to rent these days. So I find myself buying films that I wouldn't ordinarily purchase because it costs 53 more cents than renting it. And I would probably return it late, so I am likely saving money in the long run.

Anyway. I purchased Thank You for Smoking during one of these vid sto trips the other day. And after watching it in silence, I thought, "Eh." Immediately afterwards, I thought, "I bet this film has a lot of deleted scenes." Sure enough, it had approximately 900. I suspected this, because it just seemed so disjointed and not very connectedy. This is a technical film term that I learned from my years on the international cinema circuit. Great cast. Interesting premise. It just didn't. . . it just didn't. Shame. But now I have it forever to watch again and again!

I also bought Young Adam, a film with Ewan McGregor and Tilda Swinton that has some of the most sexually charged scenes in a well-made film that I've seen in a while. So if you're needing some sexy time but don't feel like shilling out for the purid porn again, I highly recommend it. You know who you are.

*Ann Quin would never say this, how dare you.

Classic. Dork.

So I'm on Spring Break. Woo Spring Break! Sping Bake! Rustle me up a beer bong and a joint! Clothe me in a string bikini and . . . nothing! Date rape me and leave me unconscious in an alley in Mexico! Spring. . . break. Hmm.

So what Spring Break really means is that I am still at work like normal, but I don't have to go to class this week, do any homework, or stress about the homework that I'm not doing. So it's really not very exciting at all.

But because I always have to be wired up about something, I made a massive to-do list to capture all the things I have been putting off for the last couple of months because of school. To organise it all, I put the list into excel, adding columns for due date and status so that I can effectively sort and update the action items.

Instantly, I felt the cloak of social awkwardness envelop me like an old friend. My netherparts shivered as though I had never been laid. My glasses grew into hornrims and a plastic protector sprang from my pocket.

But I am embracing my nerdiness because I love typing "Complete" into a row of something I have done. And yes, I did think about creating a drop-down menu of options instead, like "Not started" or "In Progress." And yes, I still may do it. My list is up to 36 rows. I told you I had a lot of shit to do. And yes, get a life is on it. So shuuuuuuuuuuuuurup!