As I walked from my car to my apartment last night, I noticed a woman wearing a shirt that proclaimed, "50% Single." I really have no idea what this means. Is she in a relationship, but it's open? Did she recently break up with someone and doesn't feel ready to begin a new relationship? Does she secretly love someone, but he doesn't love her back? Is she in a relationship but wants to cheat? If anyone has any other ideas, please let me know.
Current song in my head:
"Double Trouble" from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
I was walking from the ATM to the convenience store to grab some breakfast when I noticed a small statue on the edge of the sidewalk. It was a 3-foot wooden rabbit tied to a tree outside of a stationery store. Bizarre.
Yesterday during my break at the HOSC I wandered over to the Natural History Museum to check out the Baseball As America exhibit. It was pretty good, though there wasn't nearly enough about the Yankees in it. There were nice sections on Babe Ruth and Joe DiMaggio but otherwise they were noticably lacking. In one of the highlight reel things it had a clip of the Diamondbacks winning the 2001 World Series. Like that was some great moment of baseball. Whatever. But the clips of the teams immediately following 9/11 were very moving. And they had a fun montage of baseball in films.
And then I spent a lovely evening sitting outside on the balcony finishing Band of Brothers. Big thanks to Carrie for cleaning the chairs and making the balcony all pretty.
Current song in my head:
"Sweet Home Alabama" by Lynrd Skynrd
So Arnold Schwarzenegger has decided that a good way to save money is to allow animal shelters to put animals to death 72 hours after they've been captured, even if the shelter wasn't open during that time. That's just cats and dogs, though. Other animals could be put to death immediately, shelters wouldn't have to use the microchip technology to find pets' owners, and people convicted of animal cruelty would be able to adopt another pet. Argh! I do love this quote, however, from a political analyst on why it's bad politics to go against animals: "Cats and dogs are like mom and apple pie. Don't mess with the pets. Most people prefer them to other people."
Fortunately, the proposal didn't go through. But what kind of person would be like, "We need to save money. I know! Let's kill pound animals!"
Typical. I leave Bigbie off my list of boyfriends and he totally starts heating up; he had 3 doubles in last night's game and 2 hits the night before. I can only assume that he's trying to win my affection back from Roberts.
Current song in my head:
"Whiter Shade of Pale"
I was on the highway this evening behind a pick-up truck. Its tailgate wasn't solid so I could see right into the bed of the truck. "Funny," I thought, "that kind of looks like a hand." It obviously wasn't an actual human hand, but a mannequin one, and it was sticking out from a pile. I paused and noticed that the pile was made up of mannequin parts. There was a head, and a torso, and some legs. At that point I noticed that the plates of the truck distinguished it as an official fire department truck. But it was still somewhat disturbing.
Anyway, I've meant to write more this week, but I feel like I haven't had anything to say. I'm at a point where nothing is going on, really, and I've just been sort of blah of late. There have been perks; I went to the Orioles-Yankees game on Wednesday and saw the Orioles win 13-2. That was nice (the Yankees can afford to lose one or two and besides, Boston also lost). Things are just sort of plugging along for me. It would be nice to be excited about something. I mean, I'm looking forward to going to Ohio next weekend and seeing my family, but the 8-hour car ride each way with my parents and grandmother is keeping me from being too excited about it. So I don't know. I'm sure something will come along.
I did, however, revise my list of boyfriends. It's been almost 2 years since I posted my last list of boyfriends so I thought it was time for a revision. I made a comprehensive list and got frightened and its length (it came to 19; yeah, I know). So I boiled it down to the absolute necessary boyfriends, which was terribly traumatic. But after much deliberating, here's the new list:
Head Boyfriend
Michael Ball
Boyfriends (in alphabetical order)
Ioan Gruffudd
Damian Lewis
Brian Roberts
Jon Stewart
Michael Vartan
Current song in my head:
"Daydream Believer" by the Monkees
I had a good weekend. It involved a lot of sleep, which is always nice. Altogether very relaxing, particularly as Friday was my compressed day. We came thisclose to having today off. They spent the weekend fixing the air conditioning of the office building, which meant the a/c was off. If this weekend had been just a bit hotter, we probably wouldn't have had to come in today. Darn.
Anyway, yesterday I found myself on the couch, reading the paper and flipping between the O's game and Band of Brothers (it was a marathon--evil!). Then I noticed that I was flipping between sports and a war movie, causing me to realize what a boy I am. But one would think that this sort of behavior would just make guys like me more. Which, to this point, has certainly not been the case. Oh well.
Current song in my head:
"Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves
TBS clearly has it in for me. They've added Bridget Jones's Diary to their rotation. If it's on, I have to watch it. I've seen this movie twice in the last week, and I know that if I flip by it again, I'll have to keep watching it. I can't resist. Evil!
I get very impressed with myself for doing some basic activities. Like, last night I made an actual, real meal for myself. I marinated some steak and broiled it and made some mashed potatoes and a salad. A real meal. I used a broiler! When you have low expectations, it's easy to be impressed.
Current song in my head:
"What Would Brian Boitano Do?" from South Park: Bigger, Longer, Uncut
There's nothing like starting a morning by having multiple people--strangers, mind you--tell you that you look tired. As I trudged into the Metro station this morning, the guy handing out copies of the Express (who isn't exactly a stranger; I mean, I do see him every day) said "Morning" and I said hello back and he asked how I was. Per usual, I said, "Good" and he goes, "You know, you look tired." Swell. Standing behind him was a woman handing out fliers about the Purple Line who chimed in with, "Yeah, you do look tired." Great. Thanks.
It's much less interesting than yesterday, when I was walking to my car in the apartment parking lot to find a woman standing right in the middle of the parking lot, doing stretches. Totally bizarre. As I got into my car, I saw her get picked up. So apparently she was simply waiting for her ride. She was complemented later in the day by the guy who was standing at the entrance to a parking garage, also doing stretches. Was yesterday National Stretching Day and nobody told me? Or is stretching how people celebrate Flag Day?
In other news, the Army redesigned their uniforms. I just want to point out that these are way less sexy than the old ones. Because, you know, it's the sexiness of the uniform that's important.
Also, I'm a bit disturbed by this story. Well, really, it's the picture that's upsetting. Looks like Rasputin was endowed with more than just a persuasive manner.
Current song in my head:
"Waltz for Eva and Che" from Evita
As I was pulling out of my apartment complex this morning, I noticed two guys standing near the exit. One of them approached my car with a small brown bag. I opened my window and he handed me the paper bag, saying, "Here, breakfast is on Ridgewood! I hope everything is going all right with your stay." I told him it was and proceeded on my way to work. Breakfast consists of a juice box, Nutter Butters, and a granola bar. But can I just say that my initial reaction was, "Wow, I love this place! I should stay here another year!" Which I will, seeing how we just renewed our lease, so will be at Ridgewood through May 2005. I'm so easy. Clearly the way to my heart is through my stomach.
Current song in my head:
"Moments in the Woods" from Into the Woods
There are times I just want to drive. Fast. When I lived in Montana, I could hop on I-15 and drive the 10 miles down the road to Ulm. I would hit the pedal, blast the music, and cruise down the road at 100 miles per hour. I'd forget about my family and my friends and school and life. It was just me and the music, flying down the road. Nothing else. No thoughts. Simple.
You can't quite achieve that feeling anywhere around here.
Current song in my head:
"A Kiss Is a Terrible Thing to Waste" from Whistle Down the Wind