Greg calls me Liz Lemon. I am listed as “Liz Lemon” in his phone. Last night over a delicious dinner, I said I didn’t understand why.
45 minutes later, I looked down at my crème brûlée and said, “This was the worst crème brûlée I’ve ever had in my life. But I still ate three quarters of it.” Then, I immediately slammed my elbow into the corner of the square plate, and bent over in pain.
“Ask me again why I call you Liz Lemon,” said Greg.
A good one I forgot to put up (post-gym hair).
Some new things going on:
I think I found an apartment today and it has some serious awesome potential. It’s right in a town that I love, in a weird/cool old building, right across the street from one of my favorite restaurants. The dude that lives there now is legit a quasi-hoarder, but I can envision how I’ll change things up in my head, and it rules. Fingers crossed it all works out!!
I start spring semester on Thursday. I’m taking three classes for the first time (I’ve always taken two) which is a little scary. But I’m looking forward to the challenge, and I know I can handle it. I won’t have a life for a little while, but it will be worth it (I hope).
There’s stuff going on at my job that could mean good news for me, aka new responsibilities and exposure to some very important people. It’ll look good on my resume, for sure. But more on that later because it hasn’t been announced at work and the internets is kinda a crazy public place, you know?
I got my nails done. I know, right? So weird. But I’m hoping it makes me stop biting my nails/cuticles because my hands were starting to look pretty gnarly.
Lastly, I’ve been telling everyone how much fun Dave and I had on our trip to Chicago last weekend, to visit Craig. I definitely want to go back when it’s warmer (so I won’t have to worry about losing toes while we wait to get in a bar). All the food we ate was so delicious, the Art Institute is now my 2nd favorite US art museum, and it was just really fun to walk around and hang out with Craig like “old times.”
Good things about 2009:
A beautiful City & Colour show. Made lots of grad school friends. Ben Folds show in Montclair. So many Spring trips to Boston. Metric show at Terminal 5. Andrew Bird at Radio City! A great 4th of July, including fire works and a few BBQs. Fleet Foxes show at Electric Factory. Lived through my first ever summer class. Got to see rollerblading dancers in Central Park. A perfect NYC bar crawl for my 26th birthday. Fantastic vacation to San Diego. So many friends’ weddings! Rodrigo y Gabriela show at Terminal 5. Visiting my sister in DC. Chopped all my hair off and felt like me again. A fun scavenger hunt. Andrew Bird & St. Vincent show at Electric Factory. Three Guster 10th Anniversary shows. Metric show at Electric Factory. Bouncing Souls show at the Stone Pony. Three A’s and a B+.
An ideal 2010 would include:
My own apartment*. A fabulous job in the city*. More museum trips*. More live music*. Losing 8-10 lbs. A trip to Europe. An easy cheezy surgery for my little barely-an-issue issue.
*carried over from last year
Things I told myself I wanted in 2009 that I got:
More A’s in my classes. Lots of live music. New albums that make me sublimely happy when I listen to them. The perfect pair of boots. A vacation.
Did the concept/casting of this movie weird you out as much as it weirded me out? Thought so.
Anyway. Today people at work were talking about their “Bucket Lists.” I don’t think it’s really necessary to mention here, based on that last statement, but I am the youngest person in my department. In fact, I’m the youngest by an entire generation, so I’m often left to sit back and listen to them discuss their kids, spouses, and home improvement efforts. But in this particular conversation, I was asked for my input.
I’m sorry … my what? ”Bucket List?” No, I don’t have a Bucket List.
In fact, the only list I have is one more or less entitled, “Things I Have to See/Do/Hear Before Life Catches Up to Me and I’m Middle Aged.” I’m far more concerned, at this stage of my life, with the fast approaching death of my youth than any actual permanent death that may await me. Because right now, things like mortgages, diapers, and retirement plans seem far worse than simply dying.
However, obviously it would have been rude to say all that. So I mentioned wanting to go back to Europe.
I’m thankful for the fam. I’m thankful for David; he always makes me laugh and keeps me happy. I’m thankful for my hilarious, thoughtful friends. I’m thankful for straight A’s (so far). I’m thankful for my health, minus a little blip on the radar that will soon be forgotten. I’m thankful for food. Seriously, food. I’ve eaten some delicious meals this year. I’m thankful that we took a vacation to California. I’m thankful for my supposed promotion, which could happen tomorrow or six months from now, but I’m still thankful that it’s happening. I’m thankful for Excedrin Tension Headache; it’s brought me out of some tough times. I’m thankful for new music. I’m thankful that I finally found the perfect pair of brown riding boots, as the search has been over a year long now. I’m thankful there’s been minimal drama in my life this year. I’m thankful for trips to Boston, even in cold weather. Lastly, I’m thankful my sister just woke up and immediately burped, because it was hysterical.
I hate socks. I feel that I should be able to wear flip flops or ballet flats all year long, and keep socks for the gym only. This is directly related to my extreme hatred for weather below 75 degrees, obviously, but since I live in the North East, there comes a time around late October that it’s socially unacceptable to show off blue toes in flip flops. So I suck it up and put on my Hanes low cuts.
But yesterday, on the Sanuk’s website, I found these:
I was in hushed state of both confusion and admiration when Dave said, “Those are your winter flip flops.”
In reality, I could never rock these. They’re called tubeflops and they’re absolutely ludicrous. But it’s comforting to know that there are people out there who are going through the same pain that I am in these fall months – when you could still technically get away with flip flops, but I must admit it’s a bit chilly. I hope to someday see some beach girl/hippy sporting these. I will high five her.
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