Welcome to David Boreanaz’s birthday, for those of y’all who haven’t been through this with me before, I celebrate May 16th like it’s a national fucking holiday. Prepare yourselves.
So I’m using my laptop in bed, which always ends poorly, but I’m doing it anyway, and I think I just attempted to hide under my computer the way that you hide under your covers?
I think that means it’s time for me to put the computer away and go the fuck to sleep.
So I currently have 22 items checked out from the library, 12 of these items are books. 5 I’m at least partway through, 7 that I haven’t even started yet.
I haven’t read an actual book all the way through in months. It’s legitimately been months. Plus I have at least 4 books in my room that I own and haven’t begun to read.
I’m fairly certain the last book I read all the way through was Everyday, by David Levithan. Fantastic book, I read it in a matter of days, in…November, I believe. I don’t know when the last book I finished before that was. Maybe September?
I don’t know why, but my brain just doesn’t want to finish a book, I just can’t convince myself to read the books in my room. I can convince myself to check a book out, but I can’t convince my brain to actually read it once I have it in my room. I can read things, I’ve read plenty of things on the internet, but not a proper physical book. I can always convince myself to check tumblr one last time before I go to sleep, or to get up an extra hour early to watch that Doctor Who rerun on BBCA, but never to read one of those lovely books. So instead, I just keep renewing them. I’ve had some of these books checked out since August, just sitting there waiting to be read.
Two of the books I have checked out are books I’ve read before! They’re both fantastic, and I’d love to reread them, hence why I’ve checked them out, but I feel like I need to finish the books I haven’t read before I reread those.
The point of all of this is that today I’ve checked out Silver Linings Playbook, and I really want to read this in a timely manner, partially because I’d love to see the movie, and I’d like to read the book before I do so. I don’t know what’s wrong with me right now, but I feel like I need to say something to hold myself accountable for it, to force me to get get my butt in gear and just do it already.
So tonight, I am not going to catch up on Supernatural (or Bones, or Parks & Rec, or anything else I’m behind on…), I am not going to read that article about Michelle Obama at the inauguration, I am not going to listen to This Year on repeat for several hours while fixing my nails, I am going to read a fucking book.
If I haven’t finished it by Monday, somebody come find me and punch me in the face until I do it.
Ugh, I’ve left my phone at work, and now I’ve become that asshole who goes through withdrawal without their smartphone for more than a few hours.
Seriously, though, I didn’t realize how much I relied on it always being on me until it was gone. It’s driving me crazy, I keep forgetting it’s not here & re-remembering that I don’t have it.
I’ve never been one for naming my inanimate belongings…apparently I don’t name them until I miss them. It’s like when I thought my computer died, and suddenly she was Donna. Apparently my phone’s name is Pippin, because my brain keeps going come back to me, Pippin!
For some reason, one of the first thoughts that popped into my head when I saw this picture was “That looks like Sally Draper as a grown up.”
For a second when he first took off the helmet, I thought this was Andrew Garfield. Is it just me? Is it time that I go to sleep?
My best friend moved into her dorm today, which inevitably means that we watched half a season of Gilmore GIrls on DVD while she “umpacked” and I “helped.”
We were watching the episode where the Elementary School puts on Fiddler on the Roof (Which IMDb tells me is called “Jews and Chinese Food.”), and there was a Pianist playing all the music in the Fiddler rehearsal, and I swear, the pianist was Brad from Glee. I may have flipped out slightly, insisting to Charissa that it was the same guy. She wasn’t even denying it,; I was just very adamant.
Unfortunately, my trusty IMDb is failing me, and not telling me if it was him or not. All I was able to find out is that the guy from Glee’s name is Brad Ellis. This isn’t really that helpful…
Am I just crazy (which is quite possible; I’m pretty sure taking the GRE completely fried my brainpan), or is it actually the same dude?
This time, before I realized it was an Earthquake, I definitely thought it was people fucking.
All I could hear was this obnoxious squeaking of the mattress of the bed in the apartment directly above me, and I was like “Oh, great. Is this what it’s gonna be like all year?”
Then I realized the whole room was moving. That wouldn’t shake my whole damn bedroom, and everything in it, would it?
Then I checked facebook, and sure enough…everyone’s posting about the Earthquake. Google doesn’t know that there was an Earthquake yet (though it did tell me the last one was July 16th, 2010), but facebook sure does!