April 04, 2004 :: 12:27 a.m.
chickie chickie bang bang
Ew, Daylight Savings Time starts tonight. I hate losing an hour... and it's pointless, really. Dammit. Like there's not too few hours in the day already. No, they just have to steal one away while you sleep. Whatever.
This is so sad. I haven't felt like writing at all lately, because I either have nothing interesting to say or so much to say that I don't really feel like typing it all out. I was supposed to go sign up at the temp agency today, but I didn't. For some reason I'm, like, scared shitless about going there. It's completely irrational, I'm aware. That just means that it's in overdrive for me. Irrational fears do seem to be my gift.
So instead of doing something that may have been genuinely beneficial to me and my future plans, I got all weepy for no reason and then Adam and I went to Target, where I spent most of my very little money on things that I didn't really need. Like incredibly adorable, big-headed easter chickies. Adam got me this chickie bowl that I was squealing over, even though I told him not to. It's strange and fabulous - a big yellow bowl with eyes and a beak and little feet and wings and a tail. CUTEST. THING. EVER. And it's microwave safe! I don't think I'll ever actually eat anything out of it, but still. Good to know.
Oh, shopping. How I love thee. And how very seldom I get to do thee. Alas.
After frivolous money spending, we dropped by his mom's house to pick some things up (and to sneak in a little, er, sexercise - his mom was in Baltimore watching his niece) and then headed back here for dinner and Extreme Organization. We went through all of my clothes and tossed everything that didn't fit or was just plain ugly. I was really surprised at how many things I had to part with because I swim in them now - slightly annoying, but also very gratifying. And I found two pairs of pants that actually FIT! Wow. I didn't even remember that I owned them.
So now I have about four bags worth of clothes to donate to the Salvation Army. A lot of which actually came from Sal's in the first place... but let us not speak of that. It was a somewhat exhausting process, but it did feel nice to do something genuinely productive. And tomorrow is day 3 of my jogging program - I'm actually looking forward to it. Crazy. I also "weigh in," which hopefully will mark the end of this dreadful plateau I've been on. I swear to god, if that number hasn't changed... heads will roll. And a sack of Doritos may well be consumed, as completely counter-productive as that sounds. So, here's hoping.
Hey, it's 04-04-04 now. I just remembered/realized that. Wacky.
Well, I'm going to try to get up relatively early - around nine - so I should hit the sheets. Yes, nine is early for me. I'm fully aware that I'm a pathetic sloth. No need to pound it into my skull or anything. Yeesh.
edited 12:42 a.m. Wonderfalls was cancelled! After FOUR episodes! What the fuck?!? I hate you, FOX. You cancel this wonderful, witty, intelligent show after FOUR episodes, and yet Tru Crapping continues on unharmed? What the fucking fuck ever.
Dear FOX executives,
I hope vultures eat your children.
Hatefully Yours,
Amanda (one pissed off Wonderfalls fan)
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