dianaschnuth

Ehh. Part of me wants to do nothing but websurf, and part of me is totally bored with it and wants to leave the computer and do something else. Part of me is perfectly content to listen to the Twilight Singers album I just downloaded. (Amazon recommended the album, but I’m sure they intended me to actually purchase it.)

Part of me wants to be creative. To write, maybe. Part of me wants to read, but isn’t interested in either of the books I’m currently reading. (LOTR won’t fit in the purse, so I’m reading a McCaffrey book at work and leaving the Tolkien for just before bed.) Part of me is tempted to go pick up the guitar, but knows that I’d be frustrated after only ten minutes of playing the few chords I know, mainly because my fingertips would feel like hamburger already.

So, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll turn off the music and play some Civ III. I really don’t feel like watching TV or going to bed yet.

::sigh::

After reading sheryls‘ journal, where she points to this article about weight-loss that you really should read, I decided that I needed to start back up on a regular regimen of physical activity. (So, what else is new?) I ended up doing my Yoga for Dummies Workout DVD… and man, that feels good. My arms and legs are kind of wobbly—a little tired from holding up my still-oversized frame in unusual positions—but it’s that good kind of stretchy I-just-worked-out feeling.

Speaking of feeling good about things: holy crap, can you believe the weather?! Sure, it’s overcast, kinda, but I don’t think it got about 70° today. Feels like October in August—not that I’m complaining. Awesome, awesome weather. I went out to get some Arby’s for lunch today and didn’t want to go back inside.

My brain wandered onto this thought today at work: Am I narcissistic? I don’t think so, but I have a strange predilection for poring over photographs and reflections of myself. Sometimes I think I look pretty good, and other times my gorge rises at how large my double-chin once was or how big my thighs still are. It all depends on my mood, I think. Either way, I don’t think I’m obsessed with my looks—not by a long shot. I just find it weird that my own reflection can keep me captivated like a first-grader for minutes at a time.

Now I’m off to rate more stuff on Amazon, so that it’ll give me better stupid ads and recommendations. 🙂

I hate reading websites with lots of white type on a black background. (Not like yours, Aaron—I’m talking about this one in particular.) It makes my eyes do that spotty thing like I’ve been staring at a light or at the sun, except it’s stripes instead of spots, and it really fucks me up.

That said, I’m going upstairs to read and go to sleep. ::pause:: —Read? Hmm.

All I’ve got is part of the chorus: “You’ve… got… me… runnin’ arouuuuund in circles, runnin’ arouuuund in circles, runnin’ around in—”

I think it’s one of those lesser-known 90’s tunes, but that’s all I can remember of it! I’ve tried Amazon/CDNow, I’ve tried Google, I’ve tried the Ultimate Band List, and nothing’s helping. I thought I had it, and I downloaded a tune called Getting Nowhere by Into Another, but that wasn’t it at all.

Anyone got any ideas?

I am genuinely disappointed that no one has yet commented on The Pink Pig! I mean, really! His skin is a crunchy treat!

Incidentally, The Pink Pig was scanned from a bag of Meijer store brand pork rinds—since discontinued, I am sorry to say. Anyway, Aaron was trying to cajol me into eating some pork rinds one day and came up with the phrase, “My skin is a crunchy treat!” It’s been a catch phrase for pork rinds ever since.

Rest in peace, Pink Pig! In your absence, the newly-redesigned Meijer packaging will still silently say to us, “My skin is a crunchy treat!”