It's been a while since I've blogged about life. Blogging is something that over the past year or two I've come to regard as self-serving, delusional, and aside from those things, dorky. But I'm giving it a shot again. Shot of Love with Moira Madeira (the only alcohol I could think of was Madeira wine, sorry).
Anyway, most of my friends aren't physically close to me these days. So I might as well get everything out here and let people see what's up. Or not. It's their choice. That's probably the most beautiful part of the equation, people can not click the link, not see what I'm talking about, and not be subjected to forced listening to my whining, prating, whatever over the phone or IM.
Whatever, though. I don't need to explain myself. I do what I want!
So, then, what's new?
I don't really have much going on at the moment except for the ridiculous need to do some laundry yet the loathing fear I harbor for College Laundromat. I think the name is misleading. I've gone there twice in my 2+ years at CofC. And do you know how many college students I see when I go in there? 1 or 2. Do my friends go there? No. Do scary people go there? Yes. Yes, they do.
I'm trying a new thing this semester called "not hating work." I'm actually really excited to see how it goes for me. I've been trying to figure out what happened last semester to make me really, really dislike work so much. I think it may have been a few things including, but not limited to a-my courseload at school; b-the absence of some of my favorite ex-coworkers; and c-being just plain crazy. Anyway, it's been going pretty well so far. Last night I made a decent amount of money (especially for the winter) and still had time to go meet Moe at Mad River for a few drinks before I needed to call it quits.
As a result of not hating work, I'm actually finding myself liking it again. The other day Mark even went so far as to ask "What the hell do you have to be so damn happy about at ten in the morning?" The answer was, of course, "Nothing." And I didn't. But I was happy anyway. I know, gentle reader, I'm equally as surprised as you are.
Back to Mad River, though. Seriously? People enjoy going there? It's loud and extremely crowded in a non-fun kind of way. Maybe it's better if there's a live band? I'm holding out hope only because I know a lot of people go there and enjoy it. Granted I didn't have a bad time, but that had much to do with the amusement of watching Moe mack. I always thought he was making it up, and it is really captivating to realize that he isn't. He knows a ridiculous amount of people and girls love him, if only for the little orange scarf tied around his neck. (His scarf did not like these girls back, he informed me.) I also got to meet Al, who I've heard much about and was chomping at the bit to get a glimpse of. Dude looks like Morpheus, glasses and all, and had no trouble finding dance partners.
So, then, what today? Well, first of all, I'm not going to see "Atonement" partly because La told me not to and partly because I didn't have an intense urge to see it anyway. Kiera Knightly, thanks for ruining any movie you're in for me by being so annoying and pouty. I think I might actually head to the laundromat, but later. After I fall back asleep for a nice nap.
Hey, have you ever stopped to think about the amount of writing Carrie Bradshaw must've done to tell the stories she told in "Sex and the City?" I'm guessing she really couldn't fit a single episode into one column in the New York Star.
...And so it is.
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