August is almost over. Like, any day.

I moved home from Dayton ten years ago this month, which I keep thinking about although hello, old news. And August, as usual, is kicking my ass. It can be such a mean month. For me it's just random and weird and doesn't seem to have a common thread that I can identify beyond an insane amount of mental and emotional energy required at work. Therefore, a progress report, a gathering-in, if you will:

Yesterday a student winked at me and said some crazy things to try to cut the line and I can't remember what childrens' story it is where the people turn to ice when you looked at them a certain way because they completely sucked and deserved to be ice? Narnia? I don't remember. Anyway, he did, he turned to ice right there in the chair, except he was ice who could get right up and leave when I told him there was a line and to step off. And my overall reaction to this part of my life means that I immediately decided that I was, indeed, going to go to New Orleans for Voodoo Festival Halloween weekend (it seemed like an entirely logical conclusion to me) and God I hope the $77 fares are still on today because I totally did not complete the sale. 

Haha, this lineup makes me laugh and laugh. (Except for the Black Keys. That part makes me really happy without laughter. I really like them.)

And who can't use a little Kiss, a little Janes, a little Eminem even on the weirdest holiday of the year? (Besides Arbor Day. I like trees, I've just never gotten why they needed a whole day.) And did I mention I'm going with my father, whose apparently newest musical goal is to see Kiss in New Orleans? Oh Daddy. He's been practicing his guitar a lot. He's going to come home with an earring any day now. 

I can't wait, honestly. I've gone on about loving New Orleans in this space before and it'll probably always be a theme. October should be so nice there. Moving on.

Last night I went to the gym for the first time in weeks and did not die, although I did come home and fall directly asleep in a gross, drooly way during Maddow and when I got up off the couch to actually go to bed like a normal person my back was all, GAH, so that was scary because I need my back to work.

I told Twitter right after work that I was going to go so I couldn't back out. I was all BECKY I AM GOING TO THE GYM and since she had already gone (in the morning. Bitch.) I had that in my mind, not like Becky is really going to give a damn if I back out but it's a thing, a thing in my head that works so I run with it. (Honestly? Becky is the best Twitter cheerleader ever. And I'm sure other than Twitter, this is just where she pops up in my life most frequently at the moment. She's @beckydmbr if you're on there and um, don't know her, because you probably do come to think of it. Also do not piss her off. I just wouldn't advise it, because I mean why would you do that?)

I think I can even go back again, though, and although I haven't weighed myself I don't think I've gained back crazy weight. Maybe even none. People keep looking at me in this weird, awkward, "what have you done" kind of way and I'm mostly ignoring it so it doesn't freak me out too much. I do appreciate compliments, it's just weird to deal with them sometimes. I have 25 pounds to go and this is going to be a bitch, I know it, especially because I went to Candy Heaven (yes it is a real place) this weekend and bought an absurd amount of German gummy bears which are just so fabulous you have no idea and variety packs of Nerds that I didn't need but I have a serious Nerd problem. I'm working that shit out on Twitter too.

Devra and Sarah are going to have a Biggest Loser-style contest on their site and I decided to do it because you know, there's nothing like sharing your weight loss hell with other people. Highly motivational. Actually I do have a lot of ideas and tips that have worked for me that I'm feeling oddly benevolent enough to share with other people, which is honestly why I like to do these things. Plus, I won when I did the Biggest Loser at work in the spring. Maybe it's my lucky thing.

I went to a crayfish festival at Ikea this weekend. It was very strange. I have pictures that I haven't dealt with yet from that experience. I also saw 500 Days of Summer which broke my heart in 17 pieces as I knew it would but my recovery period is SO SHORT anymore so that's nice. I saw the movie with someone who made it seem like a good idea to move to Virginia which, although I knew this person had magic powers, just kind of confirmed that. I'm still mulling that over, because, well, Virginia.

Also, I came out as mildly crazy over here. That was a nice start to the week. I really appreciate what Leah is trying to do with the site and I finally decided I was more afraid of never contributing to the discussion than anything that could result from owning my own experience there. So yeah.

Finally, Neil made me his blog crush of the day the other day and I have to admit, that was fun and cool and very much appreciated.

Parts of 2009, big sections of it actually, I really really love. And the rest is just necessary ass-kicking I guess. I have a lot of stuff on my mind, decisions to make and large concepts to put in order in my head. I think I'm on the verge of some things. Some of it is really great, some of it just makes me really tired to think about and I do still get sad from time to time but again, the refractory period is so much shorter. That's good.

And now I have to go answer inane questions and get some coffee, in reverse order. Here, here's a picture of oysters. I'm fond of it, can't lie.

Comments

[AnnQ]

God, I love Oysters! And any place called Candy Heaven sounds pretty good to me. :-)

[medieval clothing]

oh Lorie. 500 days of summer is quite really interesting. lol