Today's Soundtrack
Any F-listers in the UK - HELP! I was listening to Sirius satellite radio online today at work and heard the song "Whistle For the Choir" by The Fratelli's on BBC Radio One. I am seriously going crazy for this song. I can't get it on US iTunes, and it has totally kick-started my writing muse! HELP! PLEASE! I will upload music for you in exchange - anything I've got that you want, let me know!
Recovering from the Doldrums of the weekend - Sunday specifically. Finished Active Liberty by Justice Stephen Breyer on Saturday, and read The Audacity of Hope by Barack Obama and Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris on Saturday and Sunday. I've joined 50bookchallenge to read 50 books this year, and after this weekend, I'm back on track. It is the only new years resolution I've ever been excited about. I'm keeping track of the dates I'm reading each book, what books, and how many pages - because I am *that* anal.
Sunday night I saw "Catch and Release" with some friends. Everytime I see JG cry - and the popping vein - I just think of pathetic Crying!Syd, the worst spy ever. Timothy Olyphant (sp?) (Bullock from Deadwood) was also in it - and it was really freaky seeing him in t-shirts, and smiling (and not clenching.)
But then I came home and had THE TALK with WG2.
He's healing and all; we've talked a few times since the accident - and the result is that we're just friends. With benefits, apparently, whenever I roll in to town. And this would be no different even if I were still in town. He's "too immature for a relationship." Even better, those words were proceeded by the phrase: "you know me..." Apparently not.
So I cried for 2 hours on the phone to my mom about how much I hate it here and want to go home and am now going to be doing everything in my power to make that happen asap. I guess it just really made me realize how alone I am here, and it somehow made it easier to know that there were people back in Chi that really cared if I was around, which, yes, before anyone interrupts my pity party , I know that there are, but knowing that HE isn't one of them, makes it harder to be here.
I don't know what I'll do when/if I see him again. We're still friends and I kept it together when we were on the phone... but it sucks. I don't know if I can keep up a casual relationship with him or not. Only time will tell. Part of me thinks that if I am patient and just put in my time, he'll eventually come to the realization that a relationship might not be so bad. Then, the other part of me thinks that if he ever touches me again I might have to a) throw-up on him and/or b) punch him.
Watched The Devil Wears Prada and Little Miss Sunshine because I am hopelessly behind on my Oscar movies. Before yesterday, the only movie I'd seen with any nominations was Pirates 2.
Speaking of which, my muse is back-ish... and partly in the above fandom. Bizarre... though I doubt anything publishable will come out of it.
PLEASE help me, if you can find that Fratelli's song. I will be your bestest friend forever.
House tonight! Yay!
Recovering from the Doldrums of the weekend - Sunday specifically. Finished Active Liberty by Justice Stephen Breyer on Saturday, and read The Audacity of Hope by Barack Obama and Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris on Saturday and Sunday. I've joined 50bookchallenge to read 50 books this year, and after this weekend, I'm back on track. It is the only new years resolution I've ever been excited about. I'm keeping track of the dates I'm reading each book, what books, and how many pages - because I am *that* anal.
Sunday night I saw "Catch and Release" with some friends. Everytime I see JG cry - and the popping vein - I just think of pathetic Crying!Syd, the worst spy ever. Timothy Olyphant (sp?) (Bullock from Deadwood) was also in it - and it was really freaky seeing him in t-shirts, and smiling (and not clenching.)
But then I came home and had THE TALK with WG2.
He's healing and all; we've talked a few times since the accident - and the result is that we're just friends. With benefits, apparently, whenever I roll in to town. And this would be no different even if I were still in town. He's "too immature for a relationship." Even better, those words were proceeded by the phrase: "you know me..." Apparently not.
So I cried for 2 hours on the phone to my mom about how much I hate it here and want to go home and am now going to be doing everything in my power to make that happen asap. I guess it just really made me realize how alone I am here, and it somehow made it easier to know that there were people back in Chi that really cared if I was around, which, yes, before anyone interrupts my pity party , I know that there are, but knowing that HE isn't one of them, makes it harder to be here.
I don't know what I'll do when/if I see him again. We're still friends and I kept it together when we were on the phone... but it sucks. I don't know if I can keep up a casual relationship with him or not. Only time will tell. Part of me thinks that if I am patient and just put in my time, he'll eventually come to the realization that a relationship might not be so bad. Then, the other part of me thinks that if he ever touches me again I might have to a) throw-up on him and/or b) punch him.
Watched The Devil Wears Prada and Little Miss Sunshine because I am hopelessly behind on my Oscar movies. Before yesterday, the only movie I'd seen with any nominations was Pirates 2.
Speaking of which, my muse is back-ish... and partly in the above fandom. Bizarre... though I doubt anything publishable will come out of it.
PLEASE help me, if you can find that Fratelli's song. I will be your bestest friend forever.
House tonight! Yay!