Polka Dot Madness

I'm getting sick of the polka dots on my blog. They are starting to mock me with their symmetrical multicolored roundness. They say, "I am cute and bubbly, and you are tired and cranky. Hehehehehehehehe!"

That was either a giggle or maniacal laughter. Take your pick.

Don't get me wrong, I like polka dots a lot. But something about staring at them for long periods of time makes it hard to read straight. And yes, I look at my own blog for long periods of time. What. I'm cool and narcissistic.

I honestly have nothing to say. I've started five different sentences, and deleted them all. I know, me, speechless? Whaaaaat?

I guess I just have a lot on my mind that isn't good blog fodder? Or maybe it would be great fodder if this were a melodramatic blog that delved into my emo feelings. But I sort of try not to be like that.

In other news, do you know how many people are active on facebook right now? I posted a link to something about 15 minutes ago and there have been 5 comments so far. That's crazy to me. Crazy good.

I posted twice yesterday, so tonight, I'm going to bed.

Ok, more

I wasn't going to post again tonight, but I felt compelled.

I'm sitting in my room, it's past my bedtime and I'm listening to itunes and reading about Zachary Levi (he plays Chuck). I just spent 3 hours watching TV online. I'm waiting for Brady to get finished being a DD so he can give me a call. Is it just me, or is this a total flashback to college? I mean, except the Zach Levi part. In college I would have been reading about someone else (like my British lover... Robin Hood).

But there is something about being up too late, letting itunes take you where it wants to, that reminds me of college. Or maybe it's just reminiscent of being on my own (physically if not financially), in my apartment, not worrying about waking anyone else up or about what tomorrow might bring.

It could just be that itunes chose to take me through a medley of college favorites. It's nice though. I feel like a weight has been lifted for now, like the commute tomorrow will be fun. Er, and now back to that Chuck quiz I was taking...

Confessions

I lost 2 pounds this week! I am only 6 pounds away from my Nutella crepe! Huzzah!

Confession #1: I only lost weight because I have been sick and completely stopped eating for a few days.

Confession #2: Sadly, the meals I did eat were really bad for me. I have no self control.

Confession #3: You don't want to know the details of my illness. They are gross. And slimy. And the whole thing was awful. Although, not like throwing up awful. More like sore throat awful. But that's why I didn't post last week.

Confession #4: I have more than $100 in credit card debt (I'll just let you judge how much more... but, a hint...it's a lot more than that) and yet all I want in life is this. Oh macbook pro. I love you. I really do.

Confession #5: I am cutting this blog post short so that I can go watch last weeks Biggest Loser.

Confession #6: CHUCK IS BACK! I watched my first live broadcast of Chuck tonight. The commercials were annoying, but oh Chuck. How I love you. I guess the confession part is that I looked forward to Chuck all day. Er, well actually all weekend. (OK, I've been looking forward to it for 2 weeks. Are you happy now?!)

Ok, I'm off to watch TV...on my computer.

Crepes and Blogs

Ok, so I lost 1 pound this week. I felt really good about this. When I lose 8 more, I will feel like progress has been made. I will also treat myself to a nutella crepe, which is one of those things I dream about. They say (they meaning weight watchers) that you should not reward yourself with food, as it is detrimental to the whole weight loss mindset. Ideally you should never feel deprived and therefore you never need to splurge because you are in control. Honestly, what other rewards are there besides food? Food is my one passion, my one joy. And its the only thing I really want that I am currently denying myself. So I'm going to try food as reward and see if that truly does derail my efforts.

Also, I tried to change the look of my blog and failed. Something is wrong with the formatting and I ended up deleting a picture. One day, I will figure it out. In the meantime, I'm sad I lost the picture. I will try to put it back up, so maybe by the time you read this it will be back. I hope so. Then you'll never know anything went wrong. Except that I'm telling you now.

Anyway, that's really all I have to say tonight. Crepes and failed blog updates. Happy Monday.

I'm Back!

I'm Back!!

I'm sorry about my very long break. It turned out that I had absolutely no internet or phone or any type of modern communication up in Sea Ranch. But, it is true that I came back from Sea Ranch a whole week ago. What have I been doing since then, you may ask.

I've been watching Chuck. Nonstop. For days. I had no time to blog because I was catching up on three seasons of awesomeness. The real question is, how did it take me so long to become hooked? While I was busy watching all these other less worthy shows, Chuck was playing every Monday night, unwatched by me. Some of the less worthy shows I watched have already come and gone (Journeyman anyone? Moonlight?) and yet, I never thought, "Ooh I should watch that new show Chuck.." And now I'm practically obsessed. (I feel like I am the intersect of Chuck...and you will only really get that if you watch the show...which you should!)

I promise NBC isn't secretly paying me to promote Chuck (although, if you want to NBC, I will totally be down with that. I would love to be paid to share my love of Chuck. Unless you make the show suck.) I do think you should watch it though. Rent it today. Fall in love with Chuck. Or Sarah if you love girls. (Actually, I'm sort of in love with Sarah. She makes me want to work out. After watching the pilot episode, in which she is shown TWICE in her underwear, both times unbearably fit and gorgeous, I was ready to diet hardcore. I dream of looking like her. And if I ever decide to date girls, she will be why.)

Ok, so anyway. Now I have confessed both my obsessive personality and my crazy girl crush. I'm so cool tonight. Aren't you glad I'm back?

As far as my goals go, I gained 3 pounds in Sea Ranch (sexy...nope) and wrote 10 pages (I think, maybe more). I think I broke even.

And Brady got a job! He's beat out hundreds of applicants for a host position and there is a strong possibility of promotion soon. I'm very proud of him and cannot say anything sarcastic or witty about it because I am just happy. And now he can take me out to dinner again! Yay! Money is awesome.

Anyway, the real point of this post is that I am caught up on Chuck episodes now and I am back. I'll be updating daily-ish again and I know you're all ecstatic.

That's all for me tonight. Talk to you tomorrow.

Zombies from the third BART car!

Oh my gosh I am so tired!

Work has been sort of crazy insane in a way that makes me want to die and write strange delirious emails to my boyfriend at 11:16. (Sorry Brady...I thought it was so funny when I was writing it...)

I know you are thinking, I'm sure you didn't really send strange delirious emails to Brady. But I did. Just now I sent him a series of "creative" cover letters. Although now that I think about it, they may have been genius cover letters that will totally get him any job he wants. Yeeeaaahhh...lets go with that.

Seriously though, my day began with a sprint to the BART train, followed by a sort of pathetic walk of shame down the train to find an empty seat in a less crowded car. For some reason there was a school group on BART and they had taken all the empty seats. Honestly though I wouldn't have made the train if they hadn't been so slow getting on the train, thus holding up the doors, so thanks schoolkids!

You really have to imagine, I was sweating, red faced, gasping for air and wearing a weird baggy ensemble that screamed bag lady (this is what happens when I try to dress up). I tried weakly to pull the sweaty strands of hair off my face and I staggered haphazardly (the train started moving, I wasn't drunk or anything...I can usually manage to walk...usually) through a group of fresh faced teenage boys. I tried to speak, to say excuse me, but my voice wouldn't come out because I was still gasping for air. Finally the teacher said "Let the lady through guys." My weird grimace-y smile was a feeble creepy thank you. The boys parted and I walked through....the sweaty zombie lady. (My mom is the one who came up with that name after hearing the story. I was going with out of shape bag lady.)

Soooo on my vacation I plan to practice my sprints. The goal...to not look like a crazy lady every day of my life. Yeah yeah Brady...I can hear you now...heh, but Alex, then you wouldn't look like you.

Welcome to my world folks.