For some reason lately, I’ve been craving sugary foods. I’ve also been exhausted a lot this week. I’m pretty sure the two are closely related. Usually when I eat crap foods, I feel crappy. I don’t think I’m overtired so much as under-rested. I’m going t make a concerted effort to get to sleep early tonight and eat well throughout tomorrow. We’ll see how that works.
…but unfortunately, I am alone. I’ve somehow caught a virus that has brought with it a delicious assortment of symptoms, including a delightful raised, red, spotty, and itchy-as-all-hell rash. On my face. The rash spreads from there down my neck, chest, back and arms but my main concern is the face because I’m a scratcher. As soon as I’m itchy, my id takes over and begins fulfilling my needs, mainly the need to not be itchy. As this rash seems to be particularly irritating (and resistant to the effects of cortisone), I have been scratching a lot and soon expect a whole host of adorable little scars.
I’m also the only one of my friends or family to have acquired this little gem, and so the pity has been scarce. My boyfriend (with whom I live) has been fairly patient listening to me whine, but I’m fairly certain my friends are a bit sick of me.
I’ve been keeping myself busy with a German composition and The Sims. No, really. I have a little Sim family going and everything.
Tonight, I am especially thankful for my MLB.tv subscription, as my TV has no PIP feature and I will be simultaneously biting my nails during and yelling at both the Celts and the Sox games. Obviously it’s a big night for Boston in terms of basketball, as it’s a nice opportunity to bump Cleveland from the playoffs, but it’s also a big night for baseball too, in a sense.
The team has been floundering a bit lately, and it would be nice to get back on our feet. It seems like as soon as something starts to go right (Ortiz hitting), something else goes wrong (Lowell injury). Of course, with players like Curt Schilling, Francona’s no stranger to working around an impaired team, and the Sox certainly know the value of waiting for good things to come, but it would be nice for things to turn around. I can’t handle the stress and disappointment of losing too much, not with the amazing team we’ve got, at least.
Some random tidbits:
I’m currently learning German and wondered if anyone knew of any good online resources for a beginner. The class I’m taking now is not taught by a native speaker, and so I’m missing out on some idiomatic expressions as well as proper pronunciation.
The links don’t necessarily need to be solely in English. French-German or Spanish-German links also work!
Danke!
…or a cokehead to, well, coke (or perhaps other cokeheads; you know, birds of a feather…), I’m back to blogging. As that sentence turned out to be far more awkward sounding than I had anticipated, I’ll make this short to spare myself any further embarrassment.
For some reason, I feel like blogging again. Perhaps its the fact that my boyfriend (with whom I live) has a new job that keeps him out of the (tiny) apartment from 6:30 a.m. until sometime between 8:00 and 8:30 at night; perhaps its the fact that my cats have stopped listening to my bitching, or perhaps it’s the fact that I’ve eaten way too much today, but I feel like voicing my complaints on the intarwebs. And yes, I say that facetiously. Regardless (not to be confused with irregardless, which is both a made up word and a pet peeve of mine), here I am, and since I am shirking a large number of duties — dishes, some German work, vacuuming, other menial tasks — I’ll probably continue blogging for a while.
Also, I have trapped a spider under a glass and a can of tuna (don’t ask me why I felt it needed to be weighted, but if that fucker gets out, I might cry). When Matt gets home, he has some spider relocating to do.
I can’t get enough of The Tudors.
Also, I made lime cupcakes (with a sponge cake base). Delicious.
And in keeping with the theme of having absolutely no theme whatsoever for this blog, I would just like to admit to something potentially damaging to my (spectacular) character: I look at the pets section of CraigsList like it were a blog. I check to see if there is a cat, kitten or particularly cute puppy up for adoption pretty much every thirty seconds while I’m checking email/browsing blogs/doing nothing. In fact, if I could hook that bitch up to a nice RSS feed, it would greatly reduce the amount of times I click on my hot bar (yes, it’s got its very own button), only to be disappointed by the fact that no one new wants to give up their cat. Now I suppose this wouldn’t be too bad if I were looking for a cat, but I’m not. I already have two (and this does not include the two I will inherit when I move back to the States this December). I’m just a sad bastard who likes looking at pictures of kittens, and who harbors tiny hopes of adopting another one. Maybe a long-haired one, or you know, whatever.