At work, there are times when I have a bunch of things to do, can’t figure out what to do first, so I don’t do anything. I’m at the same place right now. There’s still a lot of stuff to deal with in my apartment, but I don’t know where to start. Should I put away the winter clothes? Should I figure out where to put the CD tower, thus providing a place for all my CDs? Should I unpack boxes? I do need to do laundry, but someone’s using the washing machines.
So…I think I’m gonna watch X-Men. I saw the third one last night, but I haven’t seen the first two, so I need to get on that. I usually get motivated later in the evening, anyway.
And why why why is there a Band of Brothers marathon on? So distracting.
I cannot tell you how excited I am right now. I went to IKEA tonight and bought a bunch of stuff for the new apartment, including a shoe rack. And oh my, it actually looks like my closet is organized! It’s so awesome! No, seriously, I get this happy about that sort of thing. Which is why The Container Store is just so, so bad for me. I go there and dream of a beautiful, organized home.
Anyway, very happy. I’m looking forward to a long weekend. It’ll be pretty low-key. No cookouts…I went to one of those last weekend (congrats, Becca!). Tutoring, HOSC, manicure with Becca. Hopefully Monday will involve a LOT of sleep. I need to make sure my DVD player is hooked up properly. And with some luck, by the time I go back to work on Tuesday, my apartment will be VERY close to put together.
Need some entertainment? Watch this awesome video of a guy’s take on dances through the ages. Very funny.
Monday morning I was in a really good mood. Odd, yes, but I was excited because I had absolutely no plans for the evening. I didn’t have to go anywhere, be anywhere. I didn’t have to think about the old apartment because I turned in my keys on Saturday. It was gonna be awesome. I was going to clean Colin’s litter box (whee! what could be more exciting?), organize my clothes so they weren’t in random piles around the room, pay my bills, maybe rearrange the living room a bit. And yes, this is what makes me happy.
Anyway, so what of that did I do? Nada. I picked up a coffee table, then watched Alias for the rest of the evening.
I did, however, accomplish all of that last night. And it totally does make me happy. Tonight: Spend the 45 minutes I have at home before tap madly practicing so I don’t look like a complete idiot at our performance.
Look, I don’t know what the Orioles did to piss off a higher power, but this needs to end. I mean, seriously. Hayden Penn goes on the DL with appendicitis the day before he’s supposed to make his first start of the season? And they’re calling up Adam Loewen? Seriously? Nothing against Loewen, mind you; he’s totally my Reserve Oriole Boyfriend–up until now, my Reserve Oriole Boyfriend Who Is So Reserve He’s Still in the Minors. (Ignore the fact that he’s 22; I’m a dirty old lady.) But…gah. I mean, theoretically Brian should be back in the lineup soon, but…
I can’t think about the O’s right now. It makes me want to curl up into a little ball and hide.
It was a good news-bad news-good news day for the Orioles today.
Good news: They finally locked Melvin Mora into a 3-year deal. Hurrah! He’s a great player and is great with the community. He wanted to stay, the fans wanted him to stay. Seriously, he’s so much more than a good player. Though he is a good player. And how cool was it last year at the All-Star Game when Terry Francona put in Mora so the infield was Mora-Tejada-Roberts? Very cool, that’s how cool it was.
Bad news: Brian still hasn’t been activated from the 15-day DL. His groin is still a little sore (…heh). There was an interview with him on SportsNite and you could tell how frustrated he was by keeping himself out of the game. He’s a guy who loves to be out there, and this is totally killing him. I saw him playing in Bowie last night. He was totally adorable, of course. I managed to not proclaim my undying love, even though he was only 10 feet away.
Good news: The O’s beat the Nationals, 5-1. I mean, true, the Nats are one of the few teams out there that are worse than the O’s, and true, Benson is one of our few, you know, good pitchers. Who knows what will happen tomorrow and Sunday, when RLo and Chen take the mound. But tonight? Was good.
*sigh of relief*
My computer is finally hooked back up. I can once again surf the web from home. And I have cable! On both tvs! One of which also has digital! And a DVR! It’s all beautiful! I thought this day would never come. But finally, everything got worked out and I’m all set up. Well, technically I need to get a dual DVR, but for the moment, I’m content.
Now I can go to bed and sleep, content in the knowledge that I am, once again, part of the 21st century.
Uh oh. Bridget Jones’s Diary is on Bravo. When I’m flipping around, this is totally one of those movies that I have to stop and watch. Even when it was on TBS all the time, I stopped every single time I ran across it. At least I know it well enough that I can do other things while it’s on. Of course, at the moment I’m playing on the computer instead of, you know, packing more. Ah well. I don’t move for, like, 12 hours. It’s all good.
I don’t think I’m supposed to drive today. Or, at least, not if I want to get somewhere in a timely manner. Everything was going great on my way to tutoring this morning, then I got caught in a tie-up on 270 thanks to an accident that took up 2 lanes. I arrived a couple minutes late when I had been on pace to arrive about 10 minutes early.
Then, on my way back from lugging more of my crap to my new apartment (how did I get so much stuff???), there was an accident on Georgia Avenue that tied up 2 lanes and gummed up an already messy stretch of road. Super fun!
I did see a license plate on 270 that says “W L1ED”. First, wow, that’s commitment right there. Second, the fact that she had to use the “1″ implies that someone already has a “W LIED” plate. Which is kind of amusing.
On an unrelated topic, I think I made a terrible mistake putting that video clip on this blog, because now it’s even easier for me to watch. I don’t have to fast forward my tape or zoom through it on iTunes (…shut up). I don’t have to go to YouTube. I can just come directly here. Sad, I know.
I am still swooning over last night’s season finale of The Office. It’s turned me 12 years old. I keep giggling. Why, you may ask, if you are foolish enough not to watch this show? Because of this:
I cannot say how happy I am at Chris O’Donnell being on Grey’s Anatomy lately. He looks so nice all grown up–all hot and stubbly and wearing comfy clothing. Chris might have been my first real celebrity “boyfriend.” I remember seeing The Three Musketeers back at Thanksgiving 1993. I thought he was adorable; it was probably the eyes. (It certainly wasn’t the hair.)
I’m sure before then I found some boys cute–I mean, in 1993, I was 15. But Chris O’Donnell was my first boyfriend. I rented all his movies. I watched him on Leno and still retain tidbits of information from that interview. I cut out articles on him from magazines.
He’s still adorable and isn’t doing anything to stop me from loving him. I mean, he’s taken off time the past few years, undoubtedly to spend more time with his family; he has two or three kids (with his wife, who’s a teacher; I mean, how cute is that?).
I do totally go for the good boys, don’t I?
Current song in my head:
The Band-Aid jingle