It seems like writing about something in my blog is a sure-fire way to ensure I will never do it again. I wrote about being obsessed with budgeting and mere days after writing it, I fell off the budgeting wagon (is that the appropriate use of that analogy?) and overspent like mad. And forget budgeting my food - I've been eating like a starving person... at every meal. I wrote about how I was going to write in the blog more often and then I ceased to write for a month.
But... I did manage to accomplish a few things in the interim. We just concluded the very busy performance season at my work, and so my late nights at work are (hopefully) at an end. Also I did a little reading. Or a lot of reading (I mean, I guess it depends on what you think "a lot" is). I read (in no particular order):
- The Story of Edgar Sawtelle
- Books 1-3 of "The Mortal Instruments" series (Don't judge! Everyone needs some trashy teenage fantasy romance now and then. It was great, especially after that depressing Edgar Sawtelle book.)
- The Hunger Games Trilogy (I'm still recovering - that is one dark series)
- Heir to Sevenwaters (Ok, you can judge me for that one.)
I reccommend all of them, although you should only read the Edgar Sawtelle book if you are in a very happy place and can stand to have your emotions ripped out of you. Also it is a dense book and not an easy read. Seriously, it took all those other books combined to get me over Edgar Sawtelle. I'm only just now feeling like I can read a "grown up" novel again.
In addition to reading some excellent literature I managed to finish all 6 seasons of Doctor Who (no small feat! That's over 70 hours of TV...wait, should I be proud of that or ashamed?) and I'm halfway through Downton Abbey ( I know, I know, obsessed with British TV much Alex?). In my defense it took me several months to finish Doctor Who. Less in my defense, it took the rest of the world 6 years to watch it when it was airing. (!!!New episodes are back on this weekend, so I know what I'll be doing...!!!)
I should add that I was petsitting for my boyfriend a few weeks back, which means I was home alone with a cat for days on end (except when I was at work of course). Then I petsat for my mom for a week after that, which means I was home alone with 6 cats. Suddenly that whole Doctor Who marathon makes more sense, eh? At one point I found myself talking to the cats in a (bad) british dialect as I fed them dinner. At another point I was crying to them about David Tennant's departure from the show. Um, speaking of which, I completely love David Tennant (or at least his portrayal of the Doctor) and want to marry him. Only I can't because he is marrying someone else...who is exactly my age. I was willing to overlook the fact that he was maybe too old for me, but it turns out he wouldn't have had a problem with it. If only we had met. The girl he's marrying is even blonde like me... I am so obviously on the wrong continent.
In any case, now I am just completely babbling. And also I have a giant picture of Doctor Who on my blog. Yeah, that pretty much sums up my life right now.
OOOH except also I started bouldering. At this gym. Go ahead, click that link. Look at the pictures. Recall how coordinated I am. Are you imagining me falling off the rock walls? Because, um, that's really what it looks like when I do it. Over and over. Me flailing to get a grip on the next handhold. Me grabbing the wrong handhold and slipping. Me gripping fruitlessly at whatever is nearest. Me falling backwards off the wall to the sounds of Brady's laughter. But it's so fun! Brady and I have been going together and we've been loving it. Judging by how fit all the hardcore people at the gym are, Brady and I are going to be super hot and skinny soon. Too hot for each other really. :-) If I don't fall off the wall and break my neck. Or decide that maybe clinging to fake rock wall for dear life is maybe not as fun as it appeared to be at first.
In any case, that's my life at present. So you can see why there was no time for blogging. Hopefully I've made it up to you by composing an essay of rambling thoughts for you. You're welcome.
