Saturday. Listen to that word. It just sounds like a day filled with potential, doesn't it? It's got more syllables than any other day [unless you sound out Wednesday], which has got to mean something important. It's the day before your weekend is basically over, but the day after you're too tired from the week to really start your weekend.
I'm pretty sure the proportion of hours I've wasted v. hours worth of plans I've made are insanely higher for Saturday than any other day. I go nuts with all the potential this day has, and then always seem to assume that potential lies ahead of me the further along in the day I stroll. I'll feel like I have all day to take that walk in the park I've been wanting to make time for, so I'll take literally all day to walk in the park.
...which pushes back the three clothing items I wanted to return to Nordstrom Rack,
...which leaves me with nothing to wear for my afternoon plans to catch a movie with a college friend,
...which means I stay in sweat pants and change my mind a thousand times about whether or not I want to go out for a friend's birthday,
...which puts me in a "i can't make any decisions right now; I'll just catch up on some funny tv shoes" mood,
...which lasts 10X as long as the plans it replaced for the plans it replaced for the plans it replaced were supposed to take,
...which stresses me out so much that I start making a list of things I need to get done, and I promise myself I'll just go to sleep early tonight so I can get them all done tomorrow,
...which takes so long that I decide I'll get cruddy sleep anyway, so I might as well just make an appearance at this friend's birthday dinner,
...which has now turned into birthday after-party, because I was so late to the dinner,
...which is so much fun that I stay out dancing 'til every bar on this side of the river is closed,
...which helps me justify a trip to the East Side,
...which costs $5, and only makes sense to spend if I'm going to get serious bang for my buck,
...which translates to me thinking it's most economical for me to stay at Pop's 'til the sun comes up,
...which.is.awesome. but not a sustainable lifestyle for the girl who wanted to be productive,
...which I realize is a lost cause, so makes it easier for me to agree to "breakfast" at noon with the friends I was out with the night before,
...which never makes my stomach feel better, but always reminds me that I didn't finish the season of the funny tv show I started last night when I was supposed to be making decisions,
...which seems like a natural segue into an afternoon of relaxation as long as I promise myself that I'll check 5 things off my list after a short nap,
...which turns into a full night's sleep PLUS a few more hours,
...which keeps me from arriving to work on time,
...which means I can't use my lunch break to get anything from my TO DO list done,
...which.... well, this cycle really just never breaks.
Until this Saturday. THIS Saturday, I'm ... well, I'm writing a blog post. I will get better at this. This time next year, I dare ya, come back to this page, and you'll see that if Google hasn't changed its name to something Jetsen's-related, I'll still have this blog, and I'll have a bucket list-o-completed items for all to be inspired by. You're welcome, future reader. You're welcome.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
Blogger Confession
Forgive me readers, for I have slacked. It has been 10 days since my last blog post. Or blogfession. Or blogger confession. I'll take votes if you really want me to pick one.
Regardless of what I call this confession, that's the extent of my knowledge on the Catholic Confession script. And when I search [using Bing now, instead of Google for a bit ... heyyoooh] "catholic confession script", I'm sent to coding sites. Which makes me think that if Catholics who go to confession were also sent to coding sites, we'd have a lot more computer programmers in the world, aye?
Anyhow, what kept me sooooo busy these last 10 days? Well, I'd love to take you through my schedule of teeth-flossing, beauty-resting and putting on gym clothes as if I'm going to the gym to work out ... but instead I'll just give you 10 things I love, as things I love are usually things that distract me from a task at hand:
1. Sleeping: I'll probably dedicate a post or two to this topic at some point. But for now, note, I.LOVE.SLEEPING. I'm an epic dreamer and a diagnosed narcoleptic.
2. Laughing: I wish I were funny enough [is it 'were' or 'was' funny enough?] to guarantee consistent laughter from an audience. But alas, I'm just a girl who laughs at my own attempts at jokes and still thinks [and often says/writes], "that's what she says" every chance I get.
3. Dancing: I genuinely don't know if I'm a good or bad dancer. I've heard feedback on each extreme end, but never found a way to deal with the cognitive dissonance resulting in the opposing opinions. So I've chosen to just let my stance on my dance skillz sway as they do with my audience / dance partner's ... Judge if you will, this is one of my all-time favorite dance moves:
4. Writing: Yeah, yeah, I get the irony here. Why would writing be something that distracts me from writing my blog posts for ten days?! Here's the thing ... I still have no idea who I'm technically supposed to be "targeting" with these posts, and I'm a bit concerned that some WhakJobs are my primary audience. The stuff I really love writing is even less filtered than these posts [I know, hard to believe], so a girl's gotta be careful, right? I'll write my top secret / deeply personal stuff in a journal or in emails to besties overseas or in my mind during those aforementioned epic dreams.
5. Reading: I wish this referred to novels or even great pieces of poetry or something more impressive than ... uh, whatever's on the internet. But here's the thing - I'm a collector of good books, a starter of classics, a notetaker in margins and a girl who wishes I had the self-discipline / focus / time / attention span to just plow through all the books I wanna read in a given week or even month. I'm working on it, but for now -- thank you, Al Gore for inventing the internet. And thank you, Asiz Ansari for relating to my serious obsession with the interwebs.
[there's a better clip out there somewhere of the particular portion of his standup I'm referring to ... he prefaces the Val Kilmer comment (is that what that technique is called?) about Val Kilmer with a full on story about spending hours online and learning random things he may never need to know again...]
6. Eating: Yet again, you might read this list item and assume I'm some impressive foodie. You might check out my Pinterest profile and assume I'm actually a decent cook based on some of the recipes I pin. You might check out the common followers we have on Twitter and think you've got me coined as a local food snob. You might notice that we've attended some of the same food-based events because of our Facebook page's oversharing of details and tag me as ... uh ... someone who gets invited to important things ... what are these people called? Well, you might tag me as one. You're wrong. I mean, I wish I was a good cook. I try to pay attention to what I eat and where it came from. I sneak into cool foodie events if I notice that anyone on the guest list is someone I have a costume for. But overall, I'm just tryin' to get my three meals in.
7. Conversations: The top three reasons you'll see me eating out =
a. I'm a terrible cook, and I'm sick of Raman Noodles.
b. It's 3 AM, and girlfran needs some JITB.
c. Mostly ... I'm enjoying ... uh, whatever I'm eating .... with someone I just love talking to. And that list is pretty long. I realize this makes me sound like someone who is going to make my #8 a "lover of networking" or "passion for making connections" or something uber corporate. But truthfully, those types of things make me a bit queasy. I'm fairly awkward and may actually have a slight case of turrets. I wish so badly that I had the conversation skills Betty Draper recommends, but small talk makes me nauseous. I ask too many questions, get wayyyy too excited, share too many details, apparently touch too much? [who knew?], cross lines on.the.reg. and have little regard for time when I'm in a conversation that makes time fly.
8. Planning: I wish "following through" was on this list. It will be some day! For now, it seems crucial to note my obsession with planning. I can't even begin to count the number of lists I have roaming around my digital and physical life. I'm constantly attempting to categorize the takeaways I can from everything I do or read, and I'm almost always in the middle of three different bachelorette parties / two weddings / one birthday party and a fun weekend trip all the while trying not to let my email inbox overload stress me out TOO much. I'm terrible at prioritizing, so you'll notice that the first text I get about a friend needing help with a wedding invitation design will take precedent over the 5 reminder emails I've had in my inbox for 4 weeks telling me that I seriously have to pay those parking tickets.
9. Shopping: Errr, speaking of paying parking tickets ... I really wish the local governments would make paying a parking ticket more like shopping! I think you'd see huge recoveries compared to what you're used to. I don't know exactly what I'm recommending here, but I feel like if I knew I was going to get a sticker or cute bag or coozie or fanny pack that said, "I paid my StL Parking Ticket ON TIME", I'd be a lot less angry when I got one and a lot more excited about paying it. Until the Chief of Police or some random DoGood Policeman makes that happen, I'll shop the old-fashion way ... seriously old-fashion ... I think I am responsible for keeping 43% of all vintage stores in the metro St. Louis area in business. You are welcome.
10. Playing: My father once stayed awake for half of Christmas break playing Super Mario Kart. I blame him for this. I also blame the creator of board games. Especially backgammon. I don't know what it is about that game, but I could play for hours into the night ... think all morning about perfect miniature dice trickling gracefully from the perfectly scented oval-ish shaped containers from whence they were uh shaken ...spend my afternoon dreaming of the soft yet rough feel of that felt cloth dancing beneath my impatiently tapping fingers ... then rush through dinner to enjoy yet another start to the dangerous, dangerous cycle that is backgammon!!!
Ok, I'm not that obsessed. And I know, that just got weird. But I really do like the game. Uhh. And other games. Frisbee, Catch Phrase, Catch [is that what you call it?], Kickball, TETRIS!!!! ...
There you go and there you have it. My top ten faves for the top days I missed. Oh, crap, I just thought of a way better idea ... David Letterman's Top Ten! Why didn't I think of this earlier? Well, stay tuned, they may make an appearance at some point.
Regardless of what I call this confession, that's the extent of my knowledge on the Catholic Confession script. And when I search [using Bing now, instead of Google for a bit ... heyyoooh] "catholic confession script", I'm sent to coding sites. Which makes me think that if Catholics who go to confession were also sent to coding sites, we'd have a lot more computer programmers in the world, aye?
Anyhow, what kept me sooooo busy these last 10 days? Well, I'd love to take you through my schedule of teeth-flossing, beauty-resting and putting on gym clothes as if I'm going to the gym to work out ... but instead I'll just give you 10 things I love, as things I love are usually things that distract me from a task at hand:
1. Sleeping: I'll probably dedicate a post or two to this topic at some point. But for now, note, I.LOVE.SLEEPING. I'm an epic dreamer and a diagnosed narcoleptic.
2. Laughing: I wish I were funny enough [is it 'were' or 'was' funny enough?] to guarantee consistent laughter from an audience. But alas, I'm just a girl who laughs at my own attempts at jokes and still thinks [and often says/writes], "that's what she says" every chance I get.
3. Dancing: I genuinely don't know if I'm a good or bad dancer. I've heard feedback on each extreme end, but never found a way to deal with the cognitive dissonance resulting in the opposing opinions. So I've chosen to just let my stance on my dance skillz sway as they do with my audience / dance partner's ... Judge if you will, this is one of my all-time favorite dance moves:
4. Writing: Yeah, yeah, I get the irony here. Why would writing be something that distracts me from writing my blog posts for ten days?! Here's the thing ... I still have no idea who I'm technically supposed to be "targeting" with these posts, and I'm a bit concerned that some WhakJobs are my primary audience. The stuff I really love writing is even less filtered than these posts [I know, hard to believe], so a girl's gotta be careful, right? I'll write my top secret / deeply personal stuff in a journal or in emails to besties overseas or in my mind during those aforementioned epic dreams.
5. Reading: I wish this referred to novels or even great pieces of poetry or something more impressive than ... uh, whatever's on the internet. But here's the thing - I'm a collector of good books, a starter of classics, a notetaker in margins and a girl who wishes I had the self-discipline / focus / time / attention span to just plow through all the books I wanna read in a given week or even month. I'm working on it, but for now -- thank you, Al Gore for inventing the internet. And thank you, Asiz Ansari for relating to my serious obsession with the interwebs.
[there's a better clip out there somewhere of the particular portion of his standup I'm referring to ... he prefaces the Val Kilmer comment (is that what that technique is called?) about Val Kilmer with a full on story about spending hours online and learning random things he may never need to know again...]
6. Eating: Yet again, you might read this list item and assume I'm some impressive foodie. You might check out my Pinterest profile and assume I'm actually a decent cook based on some of the recipes I pin. You might check out the common followers we have on Twitter and think you've got me coined as a local food snob. You might notice that we've attended some of the same food-based events because of our Facebook page's oversharing of details and tag me as ... uh ... someone who gets invited to important things ... what are these people called? Well, you might tag me as one. You're wrong. I mean, I wish I was a good cook. I try to pay attention to what I eat and where it came from. I sneak into cool foodie events if I notice that anyone on the guest list is someone I have a costume for. But overall, I'm just tryin' to get my three meals in.
7. Conversations: The top three reasons you'll see me eating out =
a. I'm a terrible cook, and I'm sick of Raman Noodles.
b. It's 3 AM, and girlfran needs some JITB.
c. Mostly ... I'm enjoying ... uh, whatever I'm eating .... with someone I just love talking to. And that list is pretty long. I realize this makes me sound like someone who is going to make my #8 a "lover of networking" or "passion for making connections" or something uber corporate. But truthfully, those types of things make me a bit queasy. I'm fairly awkward and may actually have a slight case of turrets. I wish so badly that I had the conversation skills Betty Draper recommends, but small talk makes me nauseous. I ask too many questions, get wayyyy too excited, share too many details, apparently touch too much? [who knew?], cross lines on.the.reg. and have little regard for time when I'm in a conversation that makes time fly.
8. Planning: I wish "following through" was on this list. It will be some day! For now, it seems crucial to note my obsession with planning. I can't even begin to count the number of lists I have roaming around my digital and physical life. I'm constantly attempting to categorize the takeaways I can from everything I do or read, and I'm almost always in the middle of three different bachelorette parties / two weddings / one birthday party and a fun weekend trip all the while trying not to let my email inbox overload stress me out TOO much. I'm terrible at prioritizing, so you'll notice that the first text I get about a friend needing help with a wedding invitation design will take precedent over the 5 reminder emails I've had in my inbox for 4 weeks telling me that I seriously have to pay those parking tickets.
9. Shopping: Errr, speaking of paying parking tickets ... I really wish the local governments would make paying a parking ticket more like shopping! I think you'd see huge recoveries compared to what you're used to. I don't know exactly what I'm recommending here, but I feel like if I knew I was going to get a sticker or cute bag or coozie or fanny pack that said, "I paid my StL Parking Ticket ON TIME", I'd be a lot less angry when I got one and a lot more excited about paying it. Until the Chief of Police or some random DoGood Policeman makes that happen, I'll shop the old-fashion way ... seriously old-fashion ... I think I am responsible for keeping 43% of all vintage stores in the metro St. Louis area in business. You are welcome.
10. Playing: My father once stayed awake for half of Christmas break playing Super Mario Kart. I blame him for this. I also blame the creator of board games. Especially backgammon. I don't know what it is about that game, but I could play for hours into the night ... think all morning about perfect miniature dice trickling gracefully from the perfectly scented oval-ish shaped containers from whence they were uh shaken ...spend my afternoon dreaming of the soft yet rough feel of that felt cloth dancing beneath my impatiently tapping fingers ... then rush through dinner to enjoy yet another start to the dangerous, dangerous cycle that is backgammon!!!
Ok, I'm not that obsessed. And I know, that just got weird. But I really do like the game. Uhh. And other games. Frisbee, Catch Phrase, Catch [is that what you call it?], Kickball, TETRIS!!!! ...
There you go and there you have it. My top ten faves for the top days I missed. Oh, crap, I just thought of a way better idea ... David Letterman's Top Ten! Why didn't I think of this earlier? Well, stay tuned, they may make an appearance at some point.
P.S. Happy[almost] Earth Day!
St. Louis Earth Day Festival is this Sunday in Forest Park. You.should.attend.
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