Thursday, January 29
But I must admit -- sometimes I hate the hairs themselves. Individual hairs are beginning to invade everything. Once the hair has left the mother ship it is free to roam about the house, the bed, or Tom's undershirts, or socks, or the sink, or the shower wall, or the washing machine, and on and on. I am not going bald. In fact, if all the hairs I find everyday were still on my head, I would not be able to lift it. When we lay in bed Tom has to pat my head in order to keep hairs out of his mouth/eyes/nose. And now all these free hairs are starting to gross me out. It's as if we two are microscopic beings living on a hair brush.
However. I must press forward. 7 inches to the butt crack (which is my end goal (ha ha)); that will probably take me until the end of the summer, or longer. We'll see which comes first: the butt crack or a hair cut.
Thursday, January 22
Wednesday, January 21
Tuesday, January 20
Monday, January 19
Saturday, January 17
Friday, January 16
But by the time I arrived home, all the things I had heard were lurking in the back of my mind. I wasn't thinking about them directly. The thoughts would slip past my consciousness and then back into the shadows. Tom was not yet home and the apartment was quiet. Still. I tidied up the bedroom. I walked into the closet to hang up shirts. As I reached up my arms I began to feel creepy and exposed. I turned around and looked out at the empty room. Nothing there, nothing to worry about. I held my breath and steadied myself to walk back out to the room and keep my back to the closet. I bent down to throw out the water bottles by the bed and stared at the dark space known as 'under the bed.' I looked over my shoulder to see the closet. Nothing. I threw away the water bottles and then went into the bathroom to organize the clutter on the counter. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, transfixed. Didn't Bloody Mary come out of mirrors? I thought I heard the front door open and close and ran to the stairs. As I peeked over the railing, waiting to see Tom walking up, I peeked over my shoulder again -- just to make sure nothing was behind me. And no one came up the stairs.
Thursday, January 15
I think it's worth it to go see, despite the length. The message (or theme or lesson or whatever you want to call it) of the film seems to be that love is an experience worth having, regardless of the end, regardless of pain, regardless of circumstance, regardless of selfishness. In order to have a full and happy life, we need to open up to new experiences and new people so that we can learn more about ourselves and die, if not necessarily "happy," at least content that we lived life and loved many.
Wednesday, January 14
- a painting class
- cello lessons
- piano lessons - again
- a ballet class
Here are some of the downsides to any of these options.
- I don't know how to paint and am a horrible artist
- I do not own a cello and I can't really see how this skill set would produce anything worthwhile for quite some time
- I already know how to play the piano and I don't think my teeny tiny hands are going to grow in the next litte while
- I am way out of 'dance' shape -- like WAY
- I can't think of any negatives, per se, of pottery, just that it was last on the list because it was the last thing I thought of, which must mean something...
Despite the potential shortcomings of any of these choices, I must choose one. Because I must prevent overeating, overspending, and oversleeping, as aforementioned. Of course, maybe it would be best to just lose myself somewhere and write all day. Hmm, I hate it when things change and the inevitability of choice enters the equation once again. Routine can be so comforting - but I guess I should just kick my own ass into gear.
Tuesday, January 13
- Unpack books and put on bookshelves
- Take down Christmas tree and decorations
- Put up shelves in the garage and fill them with various crap
- Organize the mail
- Build the table we bought at Ikea a month ago
- Do the dishes
- Clean the bathroom
- Get a car wash
Hopefully nothing interesting (or uninteresting) will keep me from completion.
Monday, January 12
Sunday, January 11
Saturday, January 10
Friday, January 9
I'm at the gym and I'm in trekking class. I'm in front of the fan because I get so overheated that I will get sick and pass out if I don't have circulating air on my face. I am running, no, sprinting. And I am sort of gasping for air. Slowly, my breathing catches a hint of stink. The hint eventually turns into a decisive point -- and where is it pointing? To the guy next to me who has apparently passed gas while running full speed.
This is disgusting on several levels. First of all; I am running. I am breathing deeply and each breath feels like it might be my last. Do I want my last breath to reek of ass? Second of all; his farts were super stinky ... like a dead animal. I'm thinking, what is this man eating? He smells like he's about to rot. Thirdly; where is the common courtesy? The treadmills at my gym are upstairs and fans are kind of scarce and the air is hot and muggy. Can he not just a) hold them in or b) at least jog away to expel his disgusting puff?
I admit, I was pretty rude after the first fart was followed by many and I realized that apparently his jogging was compressing his bowels and that he would be releasing gas the entire HOUR LONG class. I started putting my hand up to my face under my nose. I would take my towel and whip the air in front of my face. I would roll my eyes and make a slightly (but really more than slightly) disgusted noise. I would turn my head away in a most determined fashion. I hope he got the hint. The hint being: if you are farting, it's time we were parting. And hopefully he was appropriately embarrassed and will think twice about his treadmill etiquette.
Thursday, January 8
- Lunch with college roommate
- Niece's birthday get-together
- Dinner with out-of-town childhood friend
- Late-night flick with work buddies
Hopefully I will have time for a quick cat nap...Tom asked me why I booked so much stuff on one day -- but honestly, everything just sort of fell into place this way. It will be a day of catching up with loved ones, gossip, reminiscing, and fun. What better way to spend the day?
Wednesday, January 7
Kellie is going to come down around noon tomorrow so we can go sledding if anyone wants to come
like, at your dad's?
or at a real place, cause it was warm and Dad said his hill is deteriorating quickly
I commented about my dad's bday a while back and said at least if you are going to lie about your birthday, Go Younger!
What are your plans today and tomorrow
i went to tai pan with my mom today and i got this great mirror for the living room for $35
I love tai pan!
and then we're going to see a movie later
and tomorrow i've got lunch with my college roommate
and then dinner with jonah wright
and then a movie with my work friends
Aren't you coming to Ken's party?
what time is it at?
oh, we can still go
lunch is early and the dinner is at like 7
and the movie is a midnighter... I guess...our days end at 7, lol
lol - the movie's at 10:30
Kenley helped me clean the house last night til amost 930 and it is still a huge mess!
so when you guys come over, just look past the disgusting mess
how dirty can your house be?
I have been in pain all week with the endo, and Aaron worked 6 days in a row...
It's probably the worst it has ever been since we moved in
I am going to take some ibuprofen and lay down, talk to ya later... take care
okay- see you tomorrow
Tasha has left the conversation.
Oh god. I laughed until I cried. Tom told me that he was just going to keep saying "penis" until she responded - but Tasha, being his sister and having grown up with his obssessive antics, just ignored him until the very end. And promptly logged off. I love my family.
Tuesday, January 6
Monday, January 5
- apply makeup
- blow dry hair
- brush hair
- do hair (i.e. ponytail, curling, waving, you know 'doing')
- paint nails
- file nails
- trim nails
- get a pedicure
- whiten teeth
- brush teeth
- wash face
- moisturize using anti-aging cream
- get dressed
- put on lotion
- shave various areas
- pluck eyebrows
- wear perfume
- wear jewelry
- pop zits
- use nose strips
- dye hair
- trim hair
- use hairthings like headbands/scarves
- curl eyelashes
- pumice heels
Doesn't that sound ridiculous? I mean, I don't do all that shit every day, but goddamn; that seems like an awful lot. I'll have to think of something I can cut out...maybe the sleep. Sometimes I hate being a high-maintenance low-maintenance-appearing female.
Sunday, January 4
I have a difficult time finding jewelry that I like because my taste is very particular and tends to be very expensive. Unfortunately, I have been plagued with this since I was a small child -- I always liked the most expensive thing, despite not knowing how much it was before I desperately fell in love with it.
And here are some expensive things that are absolutely fabulous and that I must have despite bank breaking or excess of bracelets...neither of which are true. Okay, that's a lie. But please.
Friday, January 2
- Revolutionary Road
- The Reader
- Gran Turino
- The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
- Rachel Getting Married
- Slumdog Millionaire
- Yes Man
- Madagascar Escape 2 Africa
- He's Just Not That Into You
Thursday, January 1
- weigh 105 pounds
- finish writing a novel of fiction
- start writing a novel of non-fiction
- write a book of poems
- write every day
- read every day
- run a marathon
- work on my correspondence
- finish projects from 2008
- organize the mail
- take ballet classes
Wish me luck.