The mundane journal entry
This weekend I'm going to write. For my own sake. The sickness is winning the battle, because given the onset of a cough and pressure in my ears I'm pretty sure I have the beginnings of an ear infection.
Nonetheless, I'm going to try to keep myself busy. Sometimes I wish I wrote more about the mundane aspects of my life in this journal. It would keep things short and uncomplicated. So I'm going to dedicate this entry to that task.
Last night, Adam and I watched Stranger than Fiction which actually really impressed me. It wasn't a life-changing movie or anything but more quirky and offbeat than most of what Hollywood puts out and it proved that Will Ferell can actually act. I actually really liked the romantic comedy aspect of it, it seemed much less ridiculous and contrived than movies usually are.
In other news, watch out world ("Who's intimidating who now, big city?") because in the last two days I actually turned in my taxes, washed most of my dishes and responded to all the ladies of Craigslist who thought I was worth their time. Today I made a box of cheap ass Centrella mac and cheese (49 cents a box, I believe), but I mixed in green peppers, chopped onions, garlic powder, cilantro, a generic "All-seasoning" spice, Portillo's cheese sauce (Adam's leftovers) and some Tofurky and it was one of the more amazing things I've ever cooked.
It occurs to me that I rarely write about work in here, even though during the week I spend more waking hours commuting to and from work and actually at work than anywhere else (I assume it's the same with almost all other 9-5ers). It's not that I hate my job or find the people there to be dull or that I don't have interesting stories about it (my Dad, of all people, inciting workplace drama; the shady business behind the firing of an employee who had been there for 19 years; and Cesar and I's constant back and forth trash-talking among other things)- it just seems to be all contextual- it can only really exist within that 9-5 stretch and with people who are actually there. After writing that I realize how ridiculously pompous and stupid that sounds, especially considering it's not very interesting, but I mean to say that in my mundane situation, I just don't want to bother thinking about it outside that context. For example, yesterday I felt like a badass after completing a particularly brutal copy job where I had to exactly match a binder full of tabs, clips, staples, rubber bands and other hazards to the sanity of the person doing the photo-copying. But somehow while seeming badass at work, that seems incredibly boring outside of work. The inside jokes, trash talk, lunch talk, playful faux-flirting all make the day go faster, but they're not very interesting outside of work. Maybe The Office just made me try to seek meaning and comedy in office work. I don't know and I'm too tired to write (or think) coherently.
If I manage to stay healthy- this week should be fun- either Explosions in the Sky (pleasepleaseplease let some good Samirtan in line sell me a ticket for a reasonable price) or Cornmeal (a bluegrass band Adam's been raving about for weeks) tomorrow night, a Bulls game (FINALLY) Thursday night, possibly Spitalfield and Holy Roman Empire on Friday night, SOX OPENING DAY on Monday (FINALLY) and the Chicago Fire's Opening Day match on April 7th (against the hated New England Revolution). Who knows maybe a date or two- although I can't in good conscience expose a girl to my ear infection/death cold/whatever.
As for now- BED.
Nonetheless, I'm going to try to keep myself busy. Sometimes I wish I wrote more about the mundane aspects of my life in this journal. It would keep things short and uncomplicated. So I'm going to dedicate this entry to that task.
Last night, Adam and I watched Stranger than Fiction which actually really impressed me. It wasn't a life-changing movie or anything but more quirky and offbeat than most of what Hollywood puts out and it proved that Will Ferell can actually act. I actually really liked the romantic comedy aspect of it, it seemed much less ridiculous and contrived than movies usually are.
In other news, watch out world ("Who's intimidating who now, big city?") because in the last two days I actually turned in my taxes, washed most of my dishes and responded to all the ladies of Craigslist who thought I was worth their time. Today I made a box of cheap ass Centrella mac and cheese (49 cents a box, I believe), but I mixed in green peppers, chopped onions, garlic powder, cilantro, a generic "All-seasoning" spice, Portillo's cheese sauce (Adam's leftovers) and some Tofurky and it was one of the more amazing things I've ever cooked.
It occurs to me that I rarely write about work in here, even though during the week I spend more waking hours commuting to and from work and actually at work than anywhere else (I assume it's the same with almost all other 9-5ers). It's not that I hate my job or find the people there to be dull or that I don't have interesting stories about it (my Dad, of all people, inciting workplace drama; the shady business behind the firing of an employee who had been there for 19 years; and Cesar and I's constant back and forth trash-talking among other things)- it just seems to be all contextual- it can only really exist within that 9-5 stretch and with people who are actually there. After writing that I realize how ridiculously pompous and stupid that sounds, especially considering it's not very interesting, but I mean to say that in my mundane situation, I just don't want to bother thinking about it outside that context. For example, yesterday I felt like a badass after completing a particularly brutal copy job where I had to exactly match a binder full of tabs, clips, staples, rubber bands and other hazards to the sanity of the person doing the photo-copying. But somehow while seeming badass at work, that seems incredibly boring outside of work. The inside jokes, trash talk, lunch talk, playful faux-flirting all make the day go faster, but they're not very interesting outside of work. Maybe The Office just made me try to seek meaning and comedy in office work. I don't know and I'm too tired to write (or think) coherently.
If I manage to stay healthy- this week should be fun- either Explosions in the Sky (pleasepleaseplease let some good Samirtan in line sell me a ticket for a reasonable price) or Cornmeal (a bluegrass band Adam's been raving about for weeks) tomorrow night, a Bulls game (FINALLY) Thursday night, possibly Spitalfield and Holy Roman Empire on Friday night, SOX OPENING DAY on Monday (FINALLY) and the Chicago Fire's Opening Day match on April 7th (against the hated New England Revolution). Who knows maybe a date or two- although I can't in good conscience expose a girl to my ear infection/death cold/whatever.
As for now- BED.