Friday, February 27, 2009

Longing for Summer

I am feeling so desperate for summer that I am almost ready to resort to this:

Monday, February 23, 2009

Wish My Bed Was Already Made

The thing is, at least once a week I find myself stuck right in the middle of a Morrissey song. And this week, "Everyday is like Sunday, everyday is silent and grey". It just all seems to pile up and explode on Mondays. Oh my gosh my eye just started twitching, a sure sign that I am seriously stressed. The good part of all this is that on Tuesday, after I have gotten 8 hours of sleep and chilled out just a little bit, I will realize that I was freaking out for no reason at all. All of a sudden everything will be calm again, the sun will shine, and I won’t remember why it was that Monday turned out to be total shit or the reason why I wore a hat all day that said 'Vile'. I won’t remember why I was upset at all. But for right now, it’s completely obvious. And so I am going to put on my headphones (and hope that I don’t accidently sing out loud) and blast me some Manic Monday.
Hope everyone elses day is running a little smoother!

Monday, February 9, 2009

The News

Sitting at my desk this morning, I gazed out the window and watched the earth being covered with zillions of huge fluffy snowflakes, when it occurred to me: I don’t believe the weather should be allowed on the news. Here is why: Because the weather is 50% Science and 50% prediction. It’s not 100% fact. And the truth is when the weather man is wrong, (as he was last night in telling me that we would have rain until the commute home and only then would it start snowing) I feel within me the grumbling roar of resentment. I don’t mean to resent him. I sat here, solemnly looking out the window and thinking of Damon Yahney who actually did not give me the muffed up forecast last night, but who’s face I associate with ‘All’ weathermen, and I began to feel the fire of that old familiar resentment. Whyyyyy WHY can’t ‘he’ just predict the weather correctly just once in a while? I could have told you last night that by morning the ground would be blanketed in snow because you know why?????? Yeah, I went outside and there was that weird calm in the air, the sky was mixed with grays and whites and the clouds seemed closer than normal. I could smell it. I could see it. I could feel it in the wind. And yet when I checked my weather anticipating them to tell me “The snow will here when you wake” I instead went against my better judgment and believed them when they said instead that it would not snow until tonight. 6” later….. Now you may be asking “What was the consequence she suffered for listening and believing them last night?” and my answer is; there was none. It just further lessoned my belief, my hope, that weather can be guessed correctly.