Breakfast is overrated. Why does everyone say it's the most important meal of the day? I think the other meals will feel sad, possibly suicidal.
My trainer (Richard) told me to have breakfast before our last training session. I thought I did. Apparently "2 large cups of black coffee and some residual toothpaste" does not make a good breakfast.
Today my breakfast is spaghetti sauce, ritz crackers, and coffee with cream and equal. I represent all food groups (the sauce is meat-flavored).
Wait... fruit... oh, my toothpaste is mint flavored. Is mint a fruit?
Friday, April 14, 2006
Character
I feel like I shouldn't have to apologize for things that are instrinsically a part of my character.
For example: I hate talking first thing in the morning, especially small talk. My roommate loves to talk to me right away, I grumble and walk away. I do not feel guilty because it is in my character.
For example: I hate talking first thing in the morning, especially small talk. My roommate loves to talk to me right away, I grumble and walk away. I do not feel guilty because it is in my character.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Nothing else matters
We all have circumstances that, when we are in them, nothing else seems to matter. You could be going down in a plane, having sex, or both; none of it matters.
For me, at least one of these circumstances is having to pee. At my "mixer" tonight I drank 2 pitchers of water. I went to the bathroom before I left, thinking I'd be fine, but apparently the water was hiding in my body somewhere. I suspect my left foot.
After a 90 minute subway ride (Brooklyn to UWS, with a train change in-between), I thought I was going to die. The motion of the train, the shape of the chair, the annoying-looking kid across from me... all of it reminded me of my full bladder. I actually had to alter the way I was walking it was so bad. But when I finally got to my apartment, it was fabulous.
My point is that 1. don't drink water, drink alcohol and 2. anything could have happened to me, and nothing would have mattered because my bladder was full.
Other such circumstances:
* Wearing shoes that are too small
* Realizing that I forgot to put on deodorant and am starting to sweat
* Having a sliver
More?
For me, at least one of these circumstances is having to pee. At my "mixer" tonight I drank 2 pitchers of water. I went to the bathroom before I left, thinking I'd be fine, but apparently the water was hiding in my body somewhere. I suspect my left foot.
After a 90 minute subway ride (Brooklyn to UWS, with a train change in-between), I thought I was going to die. The motion of the train, the shape of the chair, the annoying-looking kid across from me... all of it reminded me of my full bladder. I actually had to alter the way I was walking it was so bad. But when I finally got to my apartment, it was fabulous.
My point is that 1. don't drink water, drink alcohol and 2. anything could have happened to me, and nothing would have mattered because my bladder was full.
Other such circumstances:
* Wearing shoes that are too small
* Realizing that I forgot to put on deodorant and am starting to sweat
* Having a sliver
More?
Weather
Weather still amazes me. I have lived in climates with sharp seasonal contrasts forever, but it still shocks me when the seasons change. Today was 78 degrees. I was shocked.
Genuinely Good Day
Today was a great day. My parents left (harsh, I know, but we do best when together in smaller doses), I bought a wireless keyboard (using it now!), I got a manicure, and it's absolutely beautiful outside. 75 and sunny. And best of all, I received my regional job assignment. I'm in Manhattan!!! This is supposedly extremely rare since Manhattan is where they need teachers the least (at least in comparison to Brooklyn and the Bronx). I'm definitely on cloud 9 right now.
Tonight I am going to an "accepted applicant mixer" to meet other teaching fellows. I hope to brag about my awesome placement while they lament about being in the Northern Bronx.
Technically I could stay in my apartment now, since the UWS (Upper West Side) is in my regional assignment, but due to many reasons I won't mention here, I need to move as soon as possible.
Well, at least I had 6 weeks where I wasn't looking for an apartment.
Tonight I am going to an "accepted applicant mixer" to meet other teaching fellows. I hope to brag about my awesome placement while they lament about being in the Northern Bronx.
Technically I could stay in my apartment now, since the UWS (Upper West Side) is in my regional assignment, but due to many reasons I won't mention here, I need to move as soon as possible.
Well, at least I had 6 weeks where I wasn't looking for an apartment.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Things I do that are odd.
A running list...
* Shout "BREW NOW" when I click the "Brew Now" button on my coffee maker
* When I inevitably forget to put on some pore minimzer lotion that a nazi-esque saleslady made me buy, I mockingly shout "MY GOD my pores will be HUGE now."
More later.
* Shout "BREW NOW" when I click the "Brew Now" button on my coffee maker
* When I inevitably forget to put on some pore minimzer lotion that a nazi-esque saleslady made me buy, I mockingly shout "MY GOD my pores will be HUGE now."
More later.
Monday, April 10, 2006
New Words
We need more new words. Or better words. When my "word of the day" is "cum," it means we have to create some new words.
Today's new word: ferturbed. def: slightly annoyed, but mostly indifferent.
As in: Tourists on the subway wearing matching NYC hats make me ferturbed.
Today's new word: ferturbed. def: slightly annoyed, but mostly indifferent.
As in: Tourists on the subway wearing matching NYC hats make me ferturbed.
A friend is someone who knows you and loves you just the same.
I believe that I, and my friends, are intrinsically better than other people. I understand that you probably already agree with me since you are reading my blog, but let me go through my evidence anyway.
These are some of the attributes I love about my friends, and also try to emulate.
My friends:
* will take a good pub over a danceclub or a lounge any day of the week. I want a place where I can get a pitcher (and the occasional good cosmopolitan), have a conversation, and listen to music.
* understand that "good" music is based mostly on feelings and experiences associated with songs. Also, anything you can drunkenly sing along to is good music.
* are able to talk after years of being apart as if we have lunch together every day.
* laugh at not only ourselves, but others. Nothing is so serious that we cannot laugh at it. However, we also understand that we cannot make most of our jokes in public.
* don't judge each other based on superficial, non-defining-as-a-person events. You made out with an engaged guy you just met on a stoop? Great! You snorted coke off of a key from a stranger in a public restroom? Fabulous!
* do not choose our clothes or belongings based on what is popular. In fact, when we like something that then becomes popular, we actually like it a little less.
* have a vice. Whether it's alcohol, food, drugs, reading hoaky self-help books while drinking phenomenal amounts of diet coke... it's all good.
* will laugh out loud in public, even when by ourselves.
* are never ashamed of being ourselves, even when it means crying, drunk-dialing, or otherwise violating societal norms.
* are brutally honest. Yes, that shirt does make you look fat, but the haagen-dazs doesn't help either.
* are there for each other. Cat died? Boyfriend left? Girlfriend is dumb? TV is kind of staticky? Call me.
* will tell each other when we're repeating a story. Unless the person telling it is really excited about the story, then we'll just nod and smile.
* are not afraid to be the annoying ones. Playing a 1980's version of trivial pursuit during finals week in the quiet room of the university cafe? Excellent. The answer is East Berlin, by the way.
* are random. M: "Do you ever think that you're talking, and no one is really listening?" L: "... my boobs look really big in this top... what were you saying?"
* know that we're funny. Even when other people disagree, we shake our heads and wonder what's wrong with them.
* are not completely sane. We might be manic, or depressed, or bipolar, or just be a little out of it. But, we know that it just makes life more interesting, which is good.
* are unique, despite having most of these things in common.
I am picky with friends. I believe there are several criteria that have to be fulfilled before someone is a "friend" and not just an acquaintance. A friendship of convenience is an oxymoron.
Friends must:
* know each other for at least a year. If it's less than a year, you can't know for sure.
* step up to at least one challenge. Being a friend is a privilege, not a right, and it must be earned.
* be able to be quiet with each other.
* be comfortable with each other. The more comfortable you are, the better. (Although, there are limits... Pete... I don't care if you are genetically flatulent, and Megan... knock louder next time you're early to meet me)
* have seen each other at a not-so-great point. Passed out on the toilet? Crying over a not-worth-it significant other? Falling on your ass? Actually admitting that you watch American Idol? All of these work.
* have at least one inside joke that will always be funny. Some great ones: *It's just Jews... *PIckle-palooza *Nu-unh, he gets the sperm *Life is like a cup of tea, it's all you know how to make.
* experience a "first" together. It must be a first for both of you. The bigger the experience, the better. Highlights from my list of firsts: haunted houses, the Antigo historical museum, gay-pride festival, gay bar, and several illegal activites I won't list here.
* be willing to share chapstick, soda, food, whatever. Random, yes, but still true.
* take your side in a fight. Yes it sounds a little 5th-grade, but it's even more important now.
* be willing to read your insanely long blog entries written at 2:30 AM and comment on them, telling you much how they love them and you, and that they're going to come visit you in New York City. Unless they live in New York City, in which case they are going to buy you a beer.
These are some of the attributes I love about my friends, and also try to emulate.
My friends:
* will take a good pub over a danceclub or a lounge any day of the week. I want a place where I can get a pitcher (and the occasional good cosmopolitan), have a conversation, and listen to music.
* understand that "good" music is based mostly on feelings and experiences associated with songs. Also, anything you can drunkenly sing along to is good music.
* are able to talk after years of being apart as if we have lunch together every day.
* laugh at not only ourselves, but others. Nothing is so serious that we cannot laugh at it. However, we also understand that we cannot make most of our jokes in public.
* don't judge each other based on superficial, non-defining-as-a-person events. You made out with an engaged guy you just met on a stoop? Great! You snorted coke off of a key from a stranger in a public restroom? Fabulous!
* do not choose our clothes or belongings based on what is popular. In fact, when we like something that then becomes popular, we actually like it a little less.
* have a vice. Whether it's alcohol, food, drugs, reading hoaky self-help books while drinking phenomenal amounts of diet coke... it's all good.
* will laugh out loud in public, even when by ourselves.
* are never ashamed of being ourselves, even when it means crying, drunk-dialing, or otherwise violating societal norms.
* are brutally honest. Yes, that shirt does make you look fat, but the haagen-dazs doesn't help either.
* are there for each other. Cat died? Boyfriend left? Girlfriend is dumb? TV is kind of staticky? Call me.
* will tell each other when we're repeating a story. Unless the person telling it is really excited about the story, then we'll just nod and smile.
* are not afraid to be the annoying ones. Playing a 1980's version of trivial pursuit during finals week in the quiet room of the university cafe? Excellent. The answer is East Berlin, by the way.
* are random. M: "Do you ever think that you're talking, and no one is really listening?" L: "... my boobs look really big in this top... what were you saying?"
* know that we're funny. Even when other people disagree, we shake our heads and wonder what's wrong with them.
* are not completely sane. We might be manic, or depressed, or bipolar, or just be a little out of it. But, we know that it just makes life more interesting, which is good.
* are unique, despite having most of these things in common.
I am picky with friends. I believe there are several criteria that have to be fulfilled before someone is a "friend" and not just an acquaintance. A friendship of convenience is an oxymoron.
Friends must:
* know each other for at least a year. If it's less than a year, you can't know for sure.
* step up to at least one challenge. Being a friend is a privilege, not a right, and it must be earned.
* be able to be quiet with each other.
* be comfortable with each other. The more comfortable you are, the better. (Although, there are limits... Pete... I don't care if you are genetically flatulent, and Megan... knock louder next time you're early to meet me)
* have seen each other at a not-so-great point. Passed out on the toilet? Crying over a not-worth-it significant other? Falling on your ass? Actually admitting that you watch American Idol? All of these work.
* have at least one inside joke that will always be funny. Some great ones: *It's just Jews... *PIckle-palooza *Nu-unh, he gets the sperm *Life is like a cup of tea, it's all you know how to make.
* experience a "first" together. It must be a first for both of you. The bigger the experience, the better. Highlights from my list of firsts: haunted houses, the Antigo historical museum, gay-pride festival, gay bar, and several illegal activites I won't list here.
* be willing to share chapstick, soda, food, whatever. Random, yes, but still true.
* take your side in a fight. Yes it sounds a little 5th-grade, but it's even more important now.
* be willing to read your insanely long blog entries written at 2:30 AM and comment on them, telling you much how they love them and you, and that they're going to come visit you in New York City. Unless they live in New York City, in which case they are going to buy you a beer.
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Girl Drama
Freaks me out. Like on Mean Girls. I can't handle it. Guys are so much simpler. And Kristin is too. And Megan. And Carrie. And any of my other female friends who read this.
Friday, April 07, 2006
11:55 AM, Today
Employee (guy): Yeah, I mean he was cute and everything, and I would've probably fucked him anyways, but I thought he was going to give me money, but then he didn't, and I was like, you know, disappointed.
Customer (old guy): You need money?
Employee: Yeah, I mean, the sex was good and all, but it was with a guy, so you know... money would be nice.
Customer (old guy): You need money?
Employee: Yeah, I mean, the sex was good and all, but it was with a guy, so you know... money would be nice.
Title: Just for the thrill of it
Songs:
1. Just a Ride -- Jem
2. What About Everything -- Carbon Leaf
3. I Wish -- Skee-Lo
4. Video Killed the Radio Star -- Buggles
5. I Wear My Sunglasses At Night -- Corey Hart
6. Everyday -- Dave Matthews Band
7. You Gotta Be -- Des'ree
8. Que Sera Sera -- Doris Day
9. Proud -- Heather Small
10. Legend of a Cowgirl -- Imani Coppola
11. The Rainbow Connection -- Kermit the Frog
12. What a Wonderful World -- Louis Armstrong
13. Free to Be You and Me -- Marlo Thomas
14. 99 Luft Balloons -- Nena
15. Wig in a Box -- Hedwig and the Angry Inch
** This is a first draft.
1. Just a Ride -- Jem
2. What About Everything -- Carbon Leaf
3. I Wish -- Skee-Lo
4. Video Killed the Radio Star -- Buggles
5. I Wear My Sunglasses At Night -- Corey Hart
6. Everyday -- Dave Matthews Band
7. You Gotta Be -- Des'ree
8. Que Sera Sera -- Doris Day
9. Proud -- Heather Small
10. Legend of a Cowgirl -- Imani Coppola
11. The Rainbow Connection -- Kermit the Frog
12. What a Wonderful World -- Louis Armstrong
13. Free to Be You and Me -- Marlo Thomas
14. 99 Luft Balloons -- Nena
15. Wig in a Box -- Hedwig and the Angry Inch
** This is a first draft.
Lindseytrack (like Soundrack, but with Lindsey... get it?)
Everyone should have their own soundtrack.
Here are the guidelines:
* 8-15 songs
* Each song should have a different reason for being on the list
* Don't be too obvious (Don't Worry Be Happy can't be on everyone's list)
* Don't just pick songs you like! God!
* The reasons shouldn't be immediately obvious (e.g. "I'm not a hollaback girl, so I'm going to pick that hollaback girl song!")
* You shouldn't pick the hollaback girl song
* The entire soundtrack, when put together, should represent where you are in your life right now; you don't need to talk about your history, or your future -- only as it connects to right now.
* Make sure you actually get the message of the song. It doesn't matter that it sounds happy if it's about how he killed a puppy for his dead girlfriend.
* Be proud of every song, and its reason for being on the list, even if its connotation isn't positive at first glance
These are the official soundtrack rules. Let me know if I've forgotten any.
I will now spend the 20 hours before my test picking my perfect soundtrack. You people know me (hopefully, unless you're CMB, or a stalker), anything I should add?
Here are the guidelines:
* 8-15 songs
* Each song should have a different reason for being on the list
* Don't be too obvious (Don't Worry Be Happy can't be on everyone's list)
* Don't just pick songs you like! God!
* The reasons shouldn't be immediately obvious (e.g. "I'm not a hollaback girl, so I'm going to pick that hollaback girl song!")
* You shouldn't pick the hollaback girl song
* The entire soundtrack, when put together, should represent where you are in your life right now; you don't need to talk about your history, or your future -- only as it connects to right now.
* Make sure you actually get the message of the song. It doesn't matter that it sounds happy if it's about how he killed a puppy for his dead girlfriend.
* Be proud of every song, and its reason for being on the list, even if its connotation isn't positive at first glance
These are the official soundtrack rules. Let me know if I've forgotten any.
I will now spend the 20 hours before my test picking my perfect soundtrack. You people know me (hopefully, unless you're CMB, or a stalker), anything I should add?
Impending Doom
Ever feel like something bad, yet undefined, is about to happen?
I assume it's a similar feeling to that of Anne Frank when she thought she heard the doorbell downstairs.
I'm going to get crap for this one, aren't I?
I assume it's a similar feeling to that of Anne Frank when she thought she heard the doorbell downstairs.
I'm going to get crap for this one, aren't I?
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Awake at 7:00 AM!
In an attempt to prepare for my test in a way that doesn't involve studying, I've started waking up early. Today I got up at 7:00 AM. Some of the more observant of you will say, no, you posted this at 8:00 AM. Well, it has taken me an hour to figure out what my name is and what that infernal beeping was.
However, I now have coffee and a toaster streudel and am watching Saved By the Bell. Zack had a crazy plan, but it backfired! Oh they are so original. I think it's time for another made-for-TV reunion movie.
Also, when is a cell phone company going to jump on my Zack Morris phone idea? It would be cheap to make, easy to sell, and incredibly fashionable. I want one in purple, with rhinestones.
However, I now have coffee and a toaster streudel and am watching Saved By the Bell. Zack had a crazy plan, but it backfired! Oh they are so original. I think it's time for another made-for-TV reunion movie.
Also, when is a cell phone company going to jump on my Zack Morris phone idea? It would be cheap to make, easy to sell, and incredibly fashionable. I want one in purple, with rhinestones.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Failure is Okay.
Last night, in order to procrastinate more, I went out for "a drink." Long story short, ended up going to sleep at 10 a.m. this morning. I just woke up and am watching The Ellen Degeneres Show that I recorded.
Best line of the night, other than the meat metaphor: "So, this guy in the bathroom asked me to snort some blow off of a key, and of course I did..."
Best line of the night, other than the meat metaphor: "So, this guy in the bathroom asked me to snort some blow off of a key, and of course I did..."
Monday, April 03, 2006
Procratination
It is AMAZING the lengths I will go to to procrastinate.
I'm now watching a baseball game instead of studying.
I'm going to fail this test and be jobless forever. Forever!!
But ooh, the mets are winning.
I'm now watching a baseball game instead of studying.
I'm going to fail this test and be jobless forever. Forever!!
But ooh, the mets are winning.
It's time for a new
AIM screen name. I need ideas, because the last one was kind of a bust.
It must be:
* Funny
* Memorable
* Able to stand the test of time (aka, not "LindsinNYC")
Possible ideas:
* Smurfette
* Diet Coke
* Mike (my original name)
* Bootsrap Whore (Thanks Pete)
Maybe something to do with:
* Diet Coke
* Friday the 13th
* Queer as Folk
* Law and Order
Help!!
It must be:
* Funny
* Memorable
* Able to stand the test of time (aka, not "LindsinNYC")
Possible ideas:
* Smurfette
* Diet Coke
* Mike (my original name)
* Bootsrap Whore (Thanks Pete)
Maybe something to do with:
* Diet Coke
* Friday the 13th
* Queer as Folk
* Law and Order
Help!!
Blogging Sabbatical
I may not be posting for a while because my certification test is on Saturday.
Or, I will be posting a lot because I'll be procrastinating studying.
The latter is much more likely. Hence, this post at 3:13 AM.
Or, I will be posting a lot because I'll be procrastinating studying.
The latter is much more likely. Hence, this post at 3:13 AM.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
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