miserable midnight randomness
I am in such misery.
But enough about that.
Randomness.
1. You ever find yourself watching "Saving Private Ryan" at midnight on a local channel and you're sitting on your bed getting really fucking annoyed by the amount of ad breaks and you're just about to tweet your annoyance when it hits you. I own this film on DVD.
And you delete your tweet and hope no one saw it.
2. A couple of months ago my mother was taking care of my ill self and one day asked me if I needed anything from the store. I weakly replied, "Vaseline - a big thing of it." She just stared blankly at me until I added, "I use it to remove my mascara." (yes, I apply mascara when I'm sick - shut up - I only go without mascara when I'm being wheeled into the operating room). She returned with this large-size container of something called "Baby Days Petroleum Jelly" and tells me that she couldn't find Vaseline.
Now I'm willing to try another brand. How different can Vaseline be to another brand of "petroleum jelly". They are both jellies, right?
Wrong.
This stuff doesn't even feel like Vaseline. It sort of separates when you apply it. Like it won't even adhere to my cotton ball well. It also smells something bizarre.
Lesson? Never ask anyone to buy you Vaseline for fear they'll bring home the generic. Or buy yourself hug vats of Vaseline.
3. Yes, I am currently watching "Saving Private Ryan" and taking off my make-up. I'm not very original tonight.
4. There is this obsessive quality about me that demands that if I fall in love with an author I must immediately read everything they have ever written. Now this isn't a problem when it's like 4-5 books. It isn't even a problem when it's 120something books because I've been reading the 120something books over 20 years. My problem is that I've lost track of which of the 120something books I have read and haven't read.
Since I have some free time, I decided to try to organize this obsession. I have about 40-50 of these books, and I have a bunch in e-books and then there are the titles that I have read but have lost my copies of. I think I have it pretty much in control except, you know, 20 years ago there wasn't a Goodreads or a Tumblr or blogging in general so I never wrote any reviews down. I wish I had now obviously. Also this particular author (lovely and talented and so very British) wrote essentially the same story 120something times. It's actually quite charming, but it is almost impossible (save for the titles you REALLY REALLY adored) to remember the plots and characters of each because they are all so similar. Even some of the books that I have read and listed on Goodreads and gave 3, 4, 5 stars to, I didn't write reviews of (shame on me) so I'm not even any help to myself.
This whining is all just an excuse to re-read all 120something tales though.
5. My randoms are very long today. I have no clue why because I really have nothing to talk about.
6. Oh so my nephew graduated from high school yesterday. I wasn't invited *cough* my sister is a careless snot *cough* but apparently everyone else in my family was. So my mother called to check in today and the first thing she says is, "We left this morning. There was too much drama. WAY TOO MUCH DRAMA." So they spent a grand total of 18 hours, probably less, with their assorted children and grandchildren and in-laws, etc.
Something about this just cracked me up. I would have probably lasted 6 hours max.
7. I cried almost the whole day today. I cried a little over a Harlequin romance I read this morning. I cried looking at 'Mad Men' screencaps and quotes on Tumblr because the season finale is tomorrow. I cried because I feel incredibly sorry for myself. I cried a little out of frustration. I cried because the dogs would not stop barking. I even got a little teary when I realized I was running low on my painkillers.
It's been a long fucking day.
8. This is just one long list of negativity.
9. You must always buy these brands: Vaseline (see above), Kleenex, and Charmin (or whatever high quality brand of toilet paper you prefer). The cheap alternatives are just not worth it. Maybe in your 20's when you're struggling but middle age? No. You've worked too hard and paid too many taxes to scrimp on things you wipe on your body.
10. Tomorrow is the third most important Sunday of the year! You guessed right.
THE TONYS!!!!
Expect a live blog to rival the "I watched The Grammys and didn't really enjoy any of it" blog post of earlier this year.
Really it will just be another silly blog where I scream (type in all CAPS) every time "Once" wins an award.
But enough about that.
Randomness.
1. You ever find yourself watching "Saving Private Ryan" at midnight on a local channel and you're sitting on your bed getting really fucking annoyed by the amount of ad breaks and you're just about to tweet your annoyance when it hits you. I own this film on DVD.
And you delete your tweet and hope no one saw it.
2. A couple of months ago my mother was taking care of my ill self and one day asked me if I needed anything from the store. I weakly replied, "Vaseline - a big thing of it." She just stared blankly at me until I added, "I use it to remove my mascara." (yes, I apply mascara when I'm sick - shut up - I only go without mascara when I'm being wheeled into the operating room). She returned with this large-size container of something called "Baby Days Petroleum Jelly" and tells me that she couldn't find Vaseline.
Now I'm willing to try another brand. How different can Vaseline be to another brand of "petroleum jelly". They are both jellies, right?
Wrong.
This stuff doesn't even feel like Vaseline. It sort of separates when you apply it. Like it won't even adhere to my cotton ball well. It also smells something bizarre.
Lesson? Never ask anyone to buy you Vaseline for fear they'll bring home the generic. Or buy yourself hug vats of Vaseline.
3. Yes, I am currently watching "Saving Private Ryan" and taking off my make-up. I'm not very original tonight.
4. There is this obsessive quality about me that demands that if I fall in love with an author I must immediately read everything they have ever written. Now this isn't a problem when it's like 4-5 books. It isn't even a problem when it's 120something books because I've been reading the 120something books over 20 years. My problem is that I've lost track of which of the 120something books I have read and haven't read.
Since I have some free time, I decided to try to organize this obsession. I have about 40-50 of these books, and I have a bunch in e-books and then there are the titles that I have read but have lost my copies of. I think I have it pretty much in control except, you know, 20 years ago there wasn't a Goodreads or a Tumblr or blogging in general so I never wrote any reviews down. I wish I had now obviously. Also this particular author (lovely and talented and so very British) wrote essentially the same story 120something times. It's actually quite charming, but it is almost impossible (save for the titles you REALLY REALLY adored) to remember the plots and characters of each because they are all so similar. Even some of the books that I have read and listed on Goodreads and gave 3, 4, 5 stars to, I didn't write reviews of (shame on me) so I'm not even any help to myself.
This whining is all just an excuse to re-read all 120something tales though.
5. My randoms are very long today. I have no clue why because I really have nothing to talk about.
6. Oh so my nephew graduated from high school yesterday. I wasn't invited *cough* my sister is a careless snot *cough* but apparently everyone else in my family was. So my mother called to check in today and the first thing she says is, "We left this morning. There was too much drama. WAY TOO MUCH DRAMA." So they spent a grand total of 18 hours, probably less, with their assorted children and grandchildren and in-laws, etc.
Something about this just cracked me up. I would have probably lasted 6 hours max.
7. I cried almost the whole day today. I cried a little over a Harlequin romance I read this morning. I cried looking at 'Mad Men' screencaps and quotes on Tumblr because the season finale is tomorrow. I cried because I feel incredibly sorry for myself. I cried a little out of frustration. I cried because the dogs would not stop barking. I even got a little teary when I realized I was running low on my painkillers.
It's been a long fucking day.
8. This is just one long list of negativity.
9. You must always buy these brands: Vaseline (see above), Kleenex, and Charmin (or whatever high quality brand of toilet paper you prefer). The cheap alternatives are just not worth it. Maybe in your 20's when you're struggling but middle age? No. You've worked too hard and paid too many taxes to scrimp on things you wipe on your body.
10. Tomorrow is the third most important Sunday of the year! You guessed right.
THE TONYS!!!!
Expect a live blog to rival the "I watched The Grammys and didn't really enjoy any of it" blog post of earlier this year.
Really it will just be another silly blog where I scream (type in all CAPS) every time "Once" wins an award.
