My sister told me yesterday that she feels like the world is telling me to get a robot tattoo. This after I went to this website and Barack Obama built me a robot. Apparently this was strange since she clicked a dozen times and never got a robot. So Barack Obama wants me to get a robot tattoo. And just now, when I was finding that link, he thinks I'm cute. I feel like using the word kismet here.I've been thinking long and hard about the failure of the experiment and today I had an epiphany. My cookie maker was dying. So I bought some batteries, and whiz, bang, I think that might explain things. I also want to note that I think I might have been in a mid-winter slump. I think there were things adding to the weather causing glumness...but I think I have crested the slump. I will be trying the experiment again - but this time I'll be "eating cookies" 5 times a week. I'm thinking April. Or should I just go ahead with March?And, in a moment of craziness, I found myself thinking what my modern day dowry would be. Let's say that tradition was still around...what would my dad bribe some guy with to get me hitched? Here's the list I quickly created:- In lieu of goats, livestock, etc, one little gray schnauzer.
- Cases of wine
- A pinball machine
- A guitar or two
- Some golf clubs
That list solely comprised of things my dad has in abundance. Besides piles of cash. I think that dowry might make me a pretty desirable catch...
I failed.I concede Alex. Here's what happened (or didn't): (Before I explain, can you just imagine quotation marks around everything? I don't feel like trying to quote it all out). I was all set last night, gung ho, ready to prepare and then eat my cookie. I did in fact start the process. And kept at it. And continued. And finally I realized that I was somewhere else entirely and no matter how long I kept trying to eat that damn cookie, I wasn't going to be able to. The thing is, I thought that once I got over the Wednesday hurdle and managed to eat a cookie, I would be able to conquer anything. I was wrong.So the experiment? Over for now on this blog. I may need to reconsider. Here's what I learned:- I don't think it put me in a better mood. If anything, it made me more tired (however, that could also be attributed to the never-ending winter).
- I did have a bit more cookie on the brain than usual.
- And sort of building off of that, I suddenly found myself thinking dreamily of spooning with someone. That's not like me. I'll blame it on the cookies.
I may need to modify the experiment (every other day? 5 times a week?). Sorry Al.
First, let me just state that I pulled through and did not ruin the experiment last night. And, as a point of interest, that was the best cookie I have eaten yet in February. But I was at a place for a while yesterday where my main thought was "screw the experiment." If I manage to eat a cookie every day in February I will be shocked. At this point, I just have this stupid competitive drive that makes me:- Not want to give up.
- Not want to quit before Alex quits.
So I'm hanging in there....Adjectives...Morning: tranquilAfternoon: middle-of-the-roadEvening: tranquil
Adjectives...Morning: Numb (I don't remember this morning, I was so tired)Afternoon: PersnicketyEvening: Unbridled exhaustion...Right now, the idea of "eating a cookie" is so unappetizing that I have no idea how I'm going to do it. February is looking longer every day.
Adjectives...Morning: bitter (slight headache again!)Afternoon: occupiedEvening: sluggishLast night I finished another book quest novel, The Crying of Lot 49. My summary:- I do not like Thomas Pynchon. Which means that reading this book might just be the final death knell on Gravity's Rainbow.
- Some "literary fiction" is crap.
- I learned nothing.
That being said, I didn't hate it but I certainly didn't like it. My review: it was OK. Unless you're on a quest or you liked Gravity's Rainbow (if you do, please explain how that is possible), don't read it. 52 read, 70 to go...Atonement next.
Adjectives...Morning: ravaged (wishing a different rav* word started my day)Afternoon: ordinaryEvening: searching Has someone ever said something to you that is mostly innocent at the time and you don't think anything of it...and then some time later it's suddenly "WAIT. That's not true/I don't want that to be true/is that true"? Yeah. It's been that day, where I am rehashing all those innocent bits.As a side note, you should vote tomorrow if you have a primary in your state. I don't care who you vote for, although some of the reasons for voting for your candidate infuriate me. Examples: Hilary because she's a woman. Hilary, because of her experience (PAH, being the first lady IS NOT experience. No matter how you want to twist it). Or voting along party lines just to stick to your party. Fingers crossed tomorrow for Obama.
Adjectives...Morning: resignedAfternoon: neutral.Evening: crazy mixture of happy, anxious and annoyed.
Adjectives...Morning: chipperAfternoon: chipperEvening: chipper (but with a bit of tired mixed in)
The chipper probably has nothing to do with the experiment, I just slept well last night.
Day 1 adjectives...Morning: urgh. (not really an adjective, but I woke up with a splitting headache)Afternoon: passive.Evening: listless.I feel like this isn't the best start to my experiment. Today was a little weird (snow day, didn't trek to work) and yesterday was weird (sick day) and so I'm starting the experiment in a different mind set than usual (how often do I get four day weekends?).
I found out yesterday that there is going to be some remodeling done in my apartment in the middle to end of February. In order to start 2008 with full annoyance and apartment inconvenience my landlord is remodeling the bathroom and the kitchen. Apparently this is mostly about tile (at least in the kitchen) and some major upgrades in the bathroom (more light, possible new sink and toilet, more tile/upgraded tile, a new medicine cabinet). The only issue I have with any of this is that I know these workers and if I end up with a working toilet each night I'll be shocked. Shocked. I'm not sure what I'll do if I can't use a toilet - watch out, I'm about to ask you if I can stay with you. And, I painted my medicine cabinet and feel quite attached to it. If I get more fake wood in that bathroom, I'm going to have to pull out some more black paint. So that could provide some February drama.February 1 on Friday. Check in to see how grumpy I am each morning, afternoon and night.And in My So-Called Life news, I'm currently watching the boiler room/hand holding episode. I predict that in about 40 minutes I'm going to want a boyfriend for the first time in 10 years. Or, for the first time since I last watched this episode.
Hope your day isn't full of bad luck like everyone else I know...Anyway, a few questions were asked:I am considering posting my adjectives here every day. I can't promise perfect FebBloPoMo or anything, but most days I'll post my morning, afternoon, night adjectives.No, I will not "eat a cookie" at the same time everyday. Most days it'll probably end up being around the same time, but there will be exceptions.And, am I going to "eat" the same "cookie" every day or try different varieties? This is a super tricky question. I only have access to a few types of "cookie" so...I imagine I'll "eat" what I have access to. Seriously, this whole post should be in quotations.
For some reason, it suddenly seems that everything revolves around etiquette....how you should behave around others, what you should discuss in public and with whom, what I can't say here and how you should conduct yourself on facebook. In the end I've come to the following conclusion: fuck it. I'm going to talk about sex loudly in public, I'm going to play rock band and not be embarrassed about how I look and I'll go ahead and write what I want here.So. I've talked in the past about my tendency to concoct experiments out of hare-brained ideas. This February I will begin a month long experiment in which I will try to figure out how "eating a cookie" every day affects my life. I will somehow be monitoring my mood and outlook on life. Yes, that is the vaguest of the vague. I have no clue how to monitor....my plan right now is to write down an adjective for how I feel at three points each day:1)Upon waking up2)Sometime around 2pm3) After dinner but prior to bedI have a friend who is also going to participate. And another friend who is sort of half-assedly considering the idea. Either way - hopefully it'll be an interesting month....
