What’s Going On?
I had an epiphany in my car on my way home last night. I thought of the most awesome blog entry ever. I remember the idea occurring to me. I remember coming up with a title. I remember writing the first paragraph in my head.
But I don’t remember a thing about what I was going to write.
Oops.
So, I guess you get a little metablog there… and now onto the babbling!
This part of my life is turning out to be somewhat interesting. Everything I do feels just a little bit different than it used to. Change. Change is not my favorite thing. But here I am, actively changing my life. By the time the next three months are over, I’ll be working my new job, living in a new apartment, taking a new public transportation route, listening to new things on my iPod, and generally just being new.
But, really, it’s still the same old, same old. I’ll still be watching too much television, caring too much about the Red Sox (not that that’s even possible), eating too much cheese, running too fast to breathe, and singing too loud.
Speaking of singing (I told you this would be a babble), it looks like I’ve gotten myself nominated onto the music committee at church. It’s a three-year sentence term, during which I will meet monthly with other church people to talk about music. I like music. I like church. I guess it can’t be too bad.
Someone at work got it into their heads that I’m going to sing some German opera at my going away lunch next Friday. This will probably haunt me. I’m thinking I may need to dig up something, just in case. I really hope they didn’t mean it, though.
My ex-interim-boss’s-boss reminded me of something last night, at his farewell party (he’s going back to his regular job). At my interview with him, he told me about some other interview where the applicant had written that he can sing a perfect fourth. That caused the interviewer to ask him to do so. I volunteered to do it too.
Since he brought that up last night, my brain just keeps singing it. Mostly in the form of the beginning of the Mexican Hat Dance. I doubt that will go away quickly…
I don’t know what much else to say. I didn’t bring in my lunch today for the first time this week. I’m sick of zucchini casserole. It’s good stuff, definitely, and any day I can get Mike to eat pasta is a good day for me, but perhaps I overestimated the sheer amount of food I should make. Seven servings came out of that pot.
I guess it’s good for me, though, that I don’t eat so much pasta as I used to. I used to be able to easily eat a quarter of a box, if not more. My mom would make more than a pound of pasta for just the four of us, and there were rarely leftovers. Pasta was totally my stomach filler.
I still love pasta. Just, I can eat a sensible amount at a time now, rather than wanting the whole damn box.
Thank you Donna!
I’m not going to see her tonight. I have to behave all on my own and do my own workout like a good little girl. I’m hoping to come back to her next week missing large amounts of fat. :-D
I think perhaps I should be done with this drivel now. You all have a great day, kids.
Why do I call so many people “kids,” anyway? A question for another day.
“But I don’t remember a thing about what I was going to write.”
I do that ALL the time. Come up with some brilliant idea the night before, even have it written in my head only to draw a complete blank when it’s time to put the words down.
But I can use drinking as my excuse ;)
I had two beers last night! Good idea! I’ll blame them! Those evil, bad, mean, tasty pale ales… Shame on them!
I don’t think there is a single thing that is the same in my life now as it was a year ago short of maybe my name (okay so maybe a few other things :p). I live in a new apartment in a new town, I have a new job, a new boyfriend, drive a new car, have met a ton of new people, have a new kitten…generally just everything around me changed in a very short period of time. Basically if you showed me a video of me now a year ago and said “this is your life” I would have laughed at you. But you know what? I’m loving every single minute of it and I’m really and truly happy everyday. I used to be terrified of change but now I think change can be pretty darn good :)
I’ve actually started carrying around a voice recorder in the car with me, because I get all my best ideas on my commute home and never remember them later.
I tried that for a while when I wrote more songs. I don’t even know what happened to that little gadget. I don’t have the discipline.
I wonder what the new commute will do for me? I’ll have to keep a notebook on me for the train. I did re-subscribe to Games magazine, so that should be nice. I’d better thow out the old ones…