*480. That's a lot of bloggin' for no good reason. I'm not as constant as I used to be. I hardly comment on anyone else's blogs anymore. I'm still lurking, though. What is up with all these Blogspot and Xanga sites requiring you to have membership before you can comment, anyway? I understand it's anti-spam, yada, yada, yada, but it's dang annoying. Spam, schmam. (Watch me get bombarded with spam tonight.)
*I'm really happy to see some springish weather around here. Sunshine just makes everything better. Too bad I can't just go hang out in the lovely weather all day. I'm off work Friday, so if it's still sunny, I can spend some quality time with my bicycle in the park.
*I'm still loving my job. It's funny how I ended up where I am. Since I never really know what my next step in life will be, but I always feel the need to have an answer when people ask what my next step will be, I just started saying that I was interested in getting into the mortgage business. Well, I was really just saying that to have something to say, but I guess I was right. And I like it. Just like when I was about to graduate college and people would ask me what I was going to do after graduation and I would say I was either going to go to grad school in Texas or move to Monroe, not necessarily intending to do either, but I ended up doing both. I'm glad my other standard answers (joining the circus or going to the diesel driving academy) didn't work out. Maybe next time someone asks me what my next move is, I'll have some grand scheme of travelling across Europe with friends or some other adventurous thing and I'll end up doing it. Somehow though, the things that I'm really planning to do while I say I'm planning on doing all these other things, never seem to work out. I'll have to see what can be done about that. ; )
*Phone's ringing. Must go. Long lost friend calling.
1. What was the last song you heard?
Rufus Wainwright's "Hallelujah"
2. What were the last two movies you saw?
I watched "What's Up Doc?" Saturday -funnier than ever- and I watched "My Architect" last week - really a documentary rather than a movie and I found it rather boring.
3. What were the last three things you purchased?
A Diet Coke (which I had been craving for several days), turkey (thinly sliced from the deli), and gasoline (at a painful $1.97 a gallon)
4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?
Clean my room (which I've needed to do the last 2 weekends, but have avoided), mop the kitchen, ride my bike (if it's warm enough), and mail some notes and items to friends (is the post office open on Saturday?)
5. Who are the last five people you talked to?
Aaron, Amy, Sophie (at their house last night), Betty (my boss), Charlene (my underwriter)
I am obsessed with:
drinking 8 glasses of water every day, making sure the doors are deadbolted at night, my credit score, coffee, gray hair, running faster and further, finding the perfect black shoes, checking my e-mail, checking weather.com (even though I sit right beside the window), how many miles I get out of a tank of gas, the perfect mixed CD, being single, fresh mozzarella, deja vu, reading blogs that irritate me, the perfect blue pen, being married, sleeping until the very last moment I have to get up, Target, turquoise (the color, not necessarily the stone), tulips, crossing things off my list, doing better tomorrow.
"I wish I could write songs," I tell a friend the other day.
"Why would want to write songs?" she asks.
"Don't you ever get that feeling where you just want to do something terribly beautiful and moving? Don't you ever hear a song and think, 'Wow. Whoever wrote that was really amazing'? I guess I just wish I could be expressive like that."
"So why don't you just write a song?"
"That was the whole point of my bringing this up. I can't write songs. I'm a card carrying member of the 'every-good-boy-does-fine' school of music reading," I remind her.
"You can do anything you set your mind to. Hasn't anyone ever told you that?"
"The last time I bought into that lie was in kindergarten when the teacher said I could be the President if I wanted. That's what's wrong with people today. They think they can do anything they want and it will all work out. Incidently, that's probably also why there are so many bad songwriters out there."
"You're so cynical."
"I'm cynical and I can't write songs. Sounds like the beginning of a good personal ad."