Like a kick in the ass
Man, I'm really full of energy for some reason today.
Actually that reason is due to the fact that I just watched half of Step Up 2: The Streets. It's awesomely bad and predictable, but I love hip hop and movies about dancing. Sitting on the couch bopping around...I must look like more of an idiot than usual.
But I had to stop because all of a sudden I was a big ball of energy. Not really sure where that came from. Maybe it's that "happiness" thing that people are always talking about. I'm starting to come down from it now.
Anyway, my purpose for writing today (listen to me, all "my purpose in" blah blah blah)...I wanted to write about the really shitty day I had on Sunday in great detail. I wanted to pontificate on the horrors of trying to find parking in downtown St. Paul on a Sunday afternoon and toss in some funny one-liners about how the whole thing was a disaster and I ended up walking much farther than planned with a heavy package and arriving half an hour late, sweaty and bedraggled into an elegant hotel meeting room and being stared at by fifty women was humiliating, but I think you get the idea.
It was suggested I make a joke out of the experience, but mentally I'm still cringing from the memory. The whole thing really, really wounded me and it's not something that can really be glossed over with a couple of jokes. I thought I had finally reached the maturity level where I could laugh off the experience of being That Girl - the one who (through several hilarious misfortunes) ends up making it late and completely disheveled - and just enjoying myself. Apparently not.
So there's that.
Other than that, I managed to score myself a lovely sunburn on Saturday. Didn't really realize how burned I was getting by hanging out in a backyard for several hours, and now I have a lovely burn on my forehead, nose, cheeks and chest. Next Saturday is Heather's wedding, and I have to get up to do a reading at the ceremony. And I don't heal from sunburns very quickly. FML.
And now I've lost interest in journaling. Figures.
Actually that reason is due to the fact that I just watched half of Step Up 2: The Streets. It's awesomely bad and predictable, but I love hip hop and movies about dancing. Sitting on the couch bopping around...I must look like more of an idiot than usual.
But I had to stop because all of a sudden I was a big ball of energy. Not really sure where that came from. Maybe it's that "happiness" thing that people are always talking about. I'm starting to come down from it now.
Anyway, my purpose for writing today (listen to me, all "my purpose in" blah blah blah)...I wanted to write about the really shitty day I had on Sunday in great detail. I wanted to pontificate on the horrors of trying to find parking in downtown St. Paul on a Sunday afternoon and toss in some funny one-liners about how the whole thing was a disaster and I ended up walking much farther than planned with a heavy package and arriving half an hour late, sweaty and bedraggled into an elegant hotel meeting room and being stared at by fifty women was humiliating, but I think you get the idea.
It was suggested I make a joke out of the experience, but mentally I'm still cringing from the memory. The whole thing really, really wounded me and it's not something that can really be glossed over with a couple of jokes. I thought I had finally reached the maturity level where I could laugh off the experience of being That Girl - the one who (through several hilarious misfortunes) ends up making it late and completely disheveled - and just enjoying myself. Apparently not.
So there's that.
Other than that, I managed to score myself a lovely sunburn on Saturday. Didn't really realize how burned I was getting by hanging out in a backyard for several hours, and now I have a lovely burn on my forehead, nose, cheeks and chest. Next Saturday is Heather's wedding, and I have to get up to do a reading at the ceremony. And I don't heal from sunburns very quickly. FML.
And now I've lost interest in journaling. Figures.