Saturday, August 16, 2008

Read this week: "A Flaw in the Blood" by Stephanie Barron - "Passion" by Lisa Valdez. Think I've been suffering from a low-grade fever for most of the week and I'm sort of nostalgic for Fall. Sometimes, when I'm awake, I don't know if my memories are mine or if they're dreams from the night before. And sometimes I'm not sure if they're dreams or books I've read.

I should probably work out more.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Last night John and I watched "Vantage Point" and "Juno". The first was pretty okay. The second was too awesome. We've had it for over a month now and I'm such a digit for not watching it sooner. But I loved it so much I want to watch it again... immediately.

We are two poor folk. But I suppose it's all how you're looking at it, right? Today I was ranting- to myself- about China and the Olympics and all that and observing how most of the "store-brand" products of the company that I work for, an American owned and operated company, are made in China. This seems un-right. I understand it's the cheap labor. I get it. So then I was thinking how can we rectify this and blah, blah, blah... so my decision was to stop spending money on "things". That's why we out-source to other countries isn't it? Why we all take advantage of one another? Because we want cheaper things, and lots and lots and lots of them. Of course this isn't really so much a comment on America, as it is a comment on me and my thrifty-spending ass. Exactly how many pairs of Gap jeans and pseudo-funky t-shirts does one aging hipster-doofus need? How many picture frames and candle holders and shiny little baubles? No, really... I want to know. Because a few weeks ago I donated 2 huge garbage bags full of said articles to the Salvation Army, and yet I'm still smothered. To be fair our place is tiny. Too tiny for 2 fleshy adults and 1 rotund feline. Even still. I am sickened by myself. The way I whine about being broke like a joke and then turn around and buy yet another piece of luggage. Friggin' A. Go have another Big Mac, Janet. Don't get me wrong. I'm not aspiring to invest my sweet-moolah. There isn't really anything else I'd rather be purchasing. Although it's about time I start saving up for Savannah. It's just the whole more, more, more mantra that I'm sick of chanting. All the pretty things are out there and I'm feeling over-whelmed and exhausted. So along with the 10 pounds I've vowed to lose by the first of October, I'm also vowing not to buy another non-essential thing for... well, I don't know for how long. Until I break down, I guess.