Sugary Sweet

An excerpt from a convo with Ryan:

Callie:man, i totally missed out on easter candy last year

i have to make sure that doesn't happen this year.

i gotta stay on top of that shit

Ryan: haha

Callie: damn, it can slip through your fingers in an instant if you don't pay attention

damned seasonal candies...

Ryan: dork

I'm sure we all know how painfully true this all is. You just gotta make sure you pay attention. Fact: Seasonal candy is by far the tastiest of all the candies. So do NOT let it slip away. Grab that cash/candy with both hands and make a stash.

Motivation is a slave-driver

Well, Wednesday went fairly well. I didn't get everything on my list, but I got the bulk of it done, including the most important parts (things that were cut out of my day: lunch, 1/4 of the dirty dishes, my identity project, and one of the businesses I meant to email). Everything else went pretty well, though.

The running, however... Dang. I don't know why people would voluntarily put themselves through such torture! I mean, don't get me wrong, it's only proved to me that I need to go more often. But I was gone for a little more than half an hour, and I came back completely out of breath, my eardrums were in near-excruciating pain (that happen to anyone else?), my chest was on fire, and my legs have officially stopped working for the past two days. This is what I get for trying to turn around and be healthy... I wasn't even running the whole time! On the way back home in my loop, I walked for a good portion of the way, and even stopped completely at some points. I had no idea I was this out-of-shape. Damn those good days, being all tempting for exercise and whatnot! Sunshine will be the death of me. Mark my words.

Also, I must confess that I did not quit smoking yesterday. I only had one cigarette on Wednesday, but I had two more yesterday, and another this morning. However, I've made up my mind for good! I'm done smoking. I promise. So don't tempt me, you temptresses!

Okay, this may be related to the smoking, or maybe not-- I'm not quite sure, since I'm not really a heavy smoker by any means. But I've kiiiind of been coughing up blood lately... I didn't think too much of it until I happened to mention it to Paul this morning, who lightly freaked out at me. So, I now have a doctor's appointment next Wednesday. I'm not really worried, just pretty curious. It's been going on for weeks, but moreso in the past couple days, when I developed a sore throat and cough (before the coughing, the blood was showing up in whatever came out of me clearing my throat). This recent cough has also been accompanied with chills and nightsweats. Do you think it's TB? I think I've convinced myself it's not, but I suppose there's still a chance of it... I'm sure it's something that's practically nothing, though. Don't worry.

So that's what's up with me. I plan on having a nice, quiet weekend with Paul. I'll probably try to finish dreading his hair tomorrow (OH YES. It's finally happened.). It's currently 2/3 of the way done, with the hair of the crown of his head just hangin' out bundled in nine little pony tails. It's gunna look awesome... you can almost feel the dread.

Motivated.

Today:
Smoke my morning cigarette
Brush my teeth
Drink a Strawberry Slimfast
Stretch
Go for a run/jog
Do the dishes piled in the sink
Fold the laundry sitting on the couch
Get another load of laundry going
Make lunch
Figure out what to base my zine on (for a class assignment)
Work on my identity/business card/resume/mini portfolio book look
Post assignments for my group's project
Send my resume to a couple companies
Start dinner, as Paul will probably be home soon by now

I figure if I let the world know what I mean to do today, it might actually all get done. And I know, I know... smoking is maaaaaybe counter-productive to the whole jogging thing, but it's a start, right? Tell you what-- I'll make it the only cigarette of today. And then I'll have one more tomorrow morning, and then I'll quit. Deal? Kay. Deal.

Welp, I'm off to start my day. Wish me luck!

Let's all go to the lobby, let's all go to the lobby. Let's all go to the looobby, and get ourselves a snack!

Wednesday (Valatimes Day): Russian Dolls.
Paul brought me home a single pink carnation (which is the first flower I've ever received from a boy, not including when one picks the flower right in front of me and hands it to me... that's not quite as romantic...). I thought it was very, very sweet, especially considering that Paul's certainly not the type to get a girl flowers. Anyway, our Valentine's Day activity was to curl up together, and snuggle on the couch to watch the 2 hour-long movie that's been sitting on our coffee table for a month, that we hadn't yet had the time to watch. It was interesting-- sort of a strange movie. It was kind of a love story, but not exactly. More like one of those "oh what does it all mean... relationships... love... sex..." kind of movies. Anyway, I liked it (I grabbed it in the first place, because it has one of my favorite actresses in it: Audrey Tatou).

Thursday: Pan's Labyrinth
This movie is everything I've always wanted in a movie since I was a little girl. It has a fairy tale storyline filled with darkness, violence, mystery, wonder, betrayal, mystique, and very blurred lines between fantasy and reality. It's amazing, that's all I can say. Paul and I each downed three beers and then decided to walk down to the movie theater. I figured it would be the perfect time to see this; I've heard nothing but good things and my curiosity had been thoroughly roused.

Friday: Apocalypse Now!
We ended up with another stretch of time, since it was somehow too late to do any homework, yet too early to go to bed still. So we settled down to watch this three-hour-and-twenty-minute movie, which Paul snagged for ten bucks at Best Buy a while back. Unfortunately, this movie was as slow as it was long. I was this close to falling asleep by the end of it. I'm not saying I disliked it, because it was admittedly one of the better war-story movies. It's just not exactly in my taste. And man-oh-man, Harrison Ford is so young! Hah! It was silly. Oh right, Martin Sheen, too (and dang, I had no idea how much Charlie looks like him!).

Saturday: Ghost Rider
Not "Ghostwriter," as I previously had thought (only for a few minutes, though). Mr. Nicholas Cage is quite the BA (imho). Now, listen. I'm sure most of you know the difference between a "movie" and a "film" so I won't go into it. But let it be known that Ghost Rider is a fun "movie." I like it, I don't care what you say. I don't mind the bad actors or the bad special effects. I think it's fun to watch. I enjoyed it. Muchly, considering the slandering brief I'd been given from Paul, beforehand (After watching it, he puts the movie at a step above Fantastic 4. Now that was a bad movie-- a crappy piece of crap that should never have been produced. This movie, however, was fun! I can't sum it up in any other word). Fun.

Sunday: The Shins (live at the Paramount Theater, Seattle!)
YYYYEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!! I saw them. I did. For reals. And you know what? It was awesome. And I got a cool t-shirt. AND, I am the proud owner of the crumpled piece of paper that is The Shins' set list!!! YES!!! UUuuuuggghhhh it was so worth this lack-of-sleep hangover I have. MMMMmmm hmmmmm.

Shouldn't a song called "Cowbell" include some cowbell?

If only blogging were as satisfying as digging the crud from under my fingernails with an Xacto knife... I think I'd post a lot more often, and have more interesting things to say when I did.

It seems that lately, bloggers across teh intarwebs are having existential discussions. "Why do I blog?" "Do I really want comments?" "Who really cares?" Well, I've decided to join the bunch, in giving my own opinions on the matters.

Concerning comments: I certainly don't expect comments. I'm not disappointed when I don't receive comments, and when I do, it's like a little bonus. I blog mainly for me, because it's much easier than keeping a diary (I've started diaries before, and they always fall by the wayside), but of course, it's also to keep my friends informed. It's somewhat of a record of my thoughts. Although, I certainly don't use it that way... maybe I should.

Concerning content: I write about anything. I don't really have many constants in my life, so it's easier just to write about "my life, in general." Though, I can't help but wonder... does that make it boring? Does that make it irrelevant to anyone I don't know? Probably. I think if I were someone else, I certainly wouldn't look forward to reading new posts on this blog. It's inconsistent, and it's less-than-entertaining.

That said, let's move on to today's regularly scheduled post.

The good news is, Backstreet boys has not been stuck in my head since the day I posted about it. Hooray! The other good news is, Paul and I were not fighting about the little incident that occurred a few days ago. Instead, it spurred a lengthy, in-depth, nice discussion, which was great. Just thought I'd let you know. And the last good news is: there is no bad news.

Avantasia

Epic.

Peat:Repeat

Do you have any idea how many times "All I Have to Give," by Backstreet Boys, has been stuck in my head over the past few days?!?! Waaay too many. I don't know where it's coming from, but it won't go away. Jeezy creezy!

Peat:Repeat

Do you have any idea how many times "All I Have to Give," by Backstreet Boys, has been stuck in my head over the past few days?!?! Waaay too many. I don't know where it's coming from, but it won't go away. Jeezy creezy!

This video is TOTALLY MATH!

Lucas posted this on his blog a few weeks ago, which led me to believe this was going to be one of the most awesome things I've ever seen, before I even watched it. And you know what? I was right. Thanks Lucas!!