I’ve got a lot of time to kill. And oh so little to tell you, Internet. But it is only now 3:00 and I have two entire hours to go before I can leave my frigid little cubicle of tedium. I therefore present this random list of the things that have recently been going through my head:
1. I saw President Bush on TV last night talking to Brian Williams. His summer reading list, he said, even included “two Shakespeares”. That’s right, our Commander in Chief has read not one, but two entire Shakespeares. God help us, that man is in charge for two more years.
2. Project Runway. I can’t decide who I like this year. I do know for certain that I am not a fan of Neck Tattoo Guy or Whiny Rectangle Glasses Guy or Angela. So far I’m rooting for Michael or Uli. You people may not be aware that I wield enormous power over these things. My picks almost always win the reality shows (Chloe! The Hippies! The Geniuses!) so it’s vital that I make up my mind and soon. And correctly.
3. If only that worked for football. Because, wow. Packers. So sad.
4. At my last temp job, I filed some invoices from Ms. Frankie Champagne. Which may just be the best name ever. Even better than Saxby Chambliss, in my opinion.
5. I recently tried the Lean Cuisine Chicken Club Panini, which I cannot recommend strongly enough. So I bought some at HEB and received a coupon for $2 off 7 of them. And when I used that, I got a coupon for $2 off 10 of them! Where will it end? I kind of want to keep buying them and using the coupons just to see how many Lean Cuisine Panini they think a person will buy just to redeem a $2 coupon.
6. Do you ever sort of forget how old you are? You’re thinking of yourself as a certain age and then you’re shocked to remember that you are in fact much older. I ask because this happens to me. I made a decision around my 25th Birthday that I would not like to turn 25 and would therefore remain 24 until I could no longer pass for it. And I’m afraid that I have somehow mentally bought this idea, surprising myself now and again with my actual age. And yet, with 2 ½ weeks yet to go before my Birthday, I keep thinking of myself as 29 already. What is up with that?
7. I had a friend who told me about a party she went to where the theme was “Come dressed up as what you wanted to be when you were a kid.” Apparently, the party throwers were just out of college and looking for ideas about what to be now that they had grown up. I would go to this party as a cowboy/princess. Which could make for an interesting costume. How about you?
8. It’s Labor Day coming up. Probably I should not be allowed to observe this holiday since I spend my days not so much laboring as covertly reading blogs, but they’re not paying me for the day off, so I suppose it all evens out. I have no plans (except perhaps some Passions viewing) but anything would be better than that Labor Day in 1994 when I came down with mono. No matter how awful your Labor Day plans might seem, mono is not the answer (unless the question is, “What is the most miserable illness you have ever had, Lori?”) I did have a boyfriend at the time, but he didn’t have mono, so I don’t think we can blame the kissing.
9. I just applied for the Best Job Ever, which would involve reading blogs as part of the job. I would work overtime at that job. For free.
10. Did you ever see that movie Ten Things I Hate About You? I did, on TV this weekend. And it’s pretty good (and by “it” I mean Heath Ledger and by “good” I mean hot.) Apparently it’s based on The Taming of the Shrew, so maybe I’ll take the President’s lead and read me a Shakespeare! Just one Shakespeare though. I don’t have the kind of time on my hands that the Leader of the Free World apparently does.
Mother of pearl, it is only now 3:43!
Remember back at the beginning when I used to spend hours writing and editing these things, making sure they were pieces of comedic literary art? No? Well I do, and apparently those days have come to an end, kids. I thereby deem this stream of schlock a Post and put it right up on the interweb next to my photo of authorial pensiveness.
And if I don’t die of hypothermia by 5:00 maybe I’ll actually write you a little something later.