|Life still boring
||[Jul. 22nd, 2010|04:06 am]
Jesus Christ, when was the last time I posted on here?
So I went to Infinitus. It was a lot of fun, but wow. We are an awkward fandom. A Very Potter Sequel was incredible (better than the original), visiting The Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal was incredible, Swish and Flick was incredible (so much better live), hanging out with my siblings while in Florida was incredible. It was an excellent vacation, but it could have used more alcohol. We didn't really take a lot of photos because I didn't want to have to carry around my enormous fucking camera for a week, and somebody forgot to charge his camera. So Jon and I had to rely on our shitty camera phones for photos in Hogsmeade. Oh well! It was still awesome. Did I mention we blew a shitload of money there? I bought another Ravenclaw scarf and Hermione's wand. SCORE. We didn't have to wait in line for The Three Broomsticks, and can I just say that pumpkin juice > cold butterbeer > frozen butterbeer. Also, the Hogshead Ale is mediocre.
I don't know, what else is going on? Still no concrete thesis plans. Possibly going to make the participants at the therapeutic workplace stop dressing like total slobs. Does anyone know how to discriminate between acceptable and unacceptable athletic wear in a business casual workplace? Designing a dress code is hard. SCIENCE.
Trying to lose weight. I always have such better luck accidentally losing weight than trying to lose it, so we'll see how this goes. The goal this time is 36 pounds. I've already lost 8 of those, so that's progress. I'm not really doing anything more than restricting my net calories with the help of CalorieKing and Wii Fit. Losing weight was so much easier when my job consisted of little more than trying not to get my ass handed to me by children, but now that I'm not in constant danger of physical harm I'm mostly just sitting on my ass. Lame.
Oh, uh. I read this book, which is embarrassing. I love Pride and Prejudice but I don't actually give a damn about sequels focusing on Lizzy and Darcy's marital bliss or sex life, so a well-reviewed retelling from Darcy's perspective seemed like it might be pretty good. It's annoying that the story is split into three books, but it's not like I don't know what's going to happen, right? Also, the author writes Lizzy as completely boring and rude, so much so that you wonder why Darcy would have ever been interested. I give the book a B- for meeting expectations but not exceeding them. Now I'm working on The Plague, but I'm not very far in so I have nothing to say yet. I don't anticipate it being as good as The Stranger.
PS: This is the brokest I've ever been in my life. I have $11.49 in the bank and I had to borrow $600 from my dad last month just to make rent. What the fuck am I going to do until my student loan checks come in? Besides turning tricks.