Thursday, August 27, 2009

Tweet Tweet

What's the point of Twitter?
People ask me that all the time. The answer obviously is to follow John Mayer. @johncmayer, if you will.
A little preview:
johncmayer: Smucker's Uncrustables peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are to be thawed and not microwaved. But I'm high now!
johncmayer: Mom says I can't wear my new Air Jordans until the first day of school, but I'm walking around the house in them.
johncmayer: Why are some bottled fruit drinks filled so high that they inevitably splash on you when you open them? I need an acceptable miniscus.
johncmayer: Fact: 87 percent of all negative replies sent to me contain the misspelling of the word "you're."
johncmayer: I like to check iTunes every week to see if I'm featured on a celebrity's playlist. When I'm not, I spread vicious internet lies about them.
johncmayer: I'm so full of myself, every time I read a book I blurt out "wait, can I just tell you my story?"
johncmayer: Worst idea for a room scent holding stron
g at ketchup.
johncmayer: 30 minutes to showtime. Finishing lyrics to "Perfectly Lonely" in the dressing room. I love this game.

Other common question: Where the hell have I been?
-I don't know. In a cave? Drag me out.
-(so probably watching tv)
-making homemade granola but being disappointed that it didn't form little clusters. How do you get it to form little clusters?
-Jupiter Island. Gamma turned 80. It was pretty wild.
-shopping in anticipation for my birthday in (less than) 2 weeks. Thanks in advance, Mom!

Classes started at UT this week, and I wasn't a part of it. I'm so ridiculously glad to not be walking into the ugly ugly nursing school this year, but I'm feeling pretty jealous of everyone's college-y lives that are going on without me. Facebook statuses about being hungover in class and other fun things while I'm sitting here preparing to go to bed at 9:30 for work in the AM. I hope tomorrow doesn't suck. Fridays can suck. But maybe if tomorrow sucks it'll be quieter on Saturday.

Or maybe I'll just need a margarita Saturday night? Likely.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Kristin & Julia

....doesn't have quite the same ring to it. Moving on.

Obviously I recently saw Julie & Julia. I went with Dani, which was ultra appropriate. She had a fajita party during my freshman year during which I was clueless as to how to chop an onion (or anything else for that matter). Now things are a little different, but she still owns an apple corer (corer?), so she wins.

Anyway, after the movie I wanted to make Julia's Boeuf Bourguinon asap, but the recipe would require me to use every pot, pan, and utensil in my kitchen. I was kind of ashamed later that night when I used Prego to make pasta. You can't watch Julie & Julia and use Prego later! I'm making up for it tomorrow with Emily's and my* FAJITA FIESTA** and an "I have blueberries and buttermilk that need to exit my fridgie" blueberry coffee cake (for work? probably).

*again with the awkward "____'s and my" that came up in my last post.

**I wrote all that yesterday and didn't post it. Fajita night was a success. If you're interested, this is the marinade I use. As for that coffee cake, I didn't do it. But hey, the buttermilk is good til the 19th, so the possibilities are endless. Watch me end up buying more blueberries in order to make something even though the point was to get rid of my leftovers. Typical.

Other news: I attended a "Booty Boot Camp" last night. I'm sore. The instructor was not amused by my dumb jokes during the class. Apparently there's nothing funny about squats, and after today I think I would agree.

I'm working tomorrow, Saturday, Monday, Tuesday. My booty boot camp accomplice (referring to her first year as a new teacher in a teach-for-America district) shed some light on being the new/overwhelmed/stressed/dumb one at work: all you can really do to reach that elusive "point" that feels so far off is to show up for work every day. Show up to work, do what you can, and eventually things fall into place. So I'm going to do that, hope for the best, and try to acknowledge more than just my mistakes from the day at the end of the shift. Being hard on yourself can push you towards improvement, but after a certain point I think it will push you right past improvement and on towards insanity. Or alcoholism. And I don't have the time for insanity or the liquor collection for alcoholism.