Saturday, January 10
I don't even want to talk about it
BC 66, Miami 70. I'm not sure if I'm strong enough to be a sports fan. I think the Pats game tonight might just kill me if it gets close.
Update: I'm still here. Barely.
posted @ 4:05 PM |
Friday, January 9
I know certain things are bad for me: Drinking, smoking, cheeseburgers, spending too much time on the internet, spending too much time with certain people who I love anyway, bananas, costume jewelry, etc. I'm always convinced, however, that I can escape harm if I limit myself to small quantities of these things. I'm just going to quickly check my e-mail. Maybe if I only eat half a banana, I won't have an allergic reaction. I can have dinner with X, because I'm over it. Really, two margaritas never killed anyone.
Except, I never want just a bite, or just one drink, or just dinner. I want everything super-sized, with a pitcher of margaritas to wash it down, and a lifetime of dinners and lunches and breakfasts. And sometimes, I think that's okay. It's who I am; it's part of my charm. But maybe I could be happier if I learned to enjoy moderation. To savor the little things I have, instead of the big things I want.
posted @ 11:01 AM |
Thursday, January 8
Did I mention it's all about me?
Because I saw it over at Jeff's blog, I had to make one for myself: How well do you know Jennifer Garrett? Yes, I really am this self-absorbed. Test your JenGarrett knowledge, people!
(Be warned: The site can take a while to load, but it's well worth the wait.)
posted @ 12:47 PM |
Word of the day
fungible: 1: of such a kind or nature that one specimen or part may be used in place of another specimen or equal part in the satisfaction of an obligation 2: interchangeable
posted @ 10:58 AM |
I cannot be trusted alone with Showtime. Last night, I watched two episodes of Freshman Diaries -- I couldn't even pull myself away for the start of The West Wing. That's just sick, people. There was something so oddly compelling about these 18-year-olds, all young and stupid at UT (several scenes made me oh, so glad to have attended a women's college). I think my favorite was the gay boy with a Texas drawl; it was so freakishly cute. (Of course, my predilection for just a hint of a Southern accent is well documented.)
I really got to get out more.
posted @ 10:26 AM |
Wednesday, January 7
Everybody's doing it
Rebecca Lobo has a blog. That's fucking cool, even if she did go to UConn. (This news via Women's Hoops, the best basketball blog ever.)
posted @ 10:33 AM |
Yesterday, I called to have Showtime added to my cable line-up (as if I didn't already have too many channels to watch). The L-Word is set to premiere in a little over a week, and I am not missing a minute of that show. (In other parenthetical citations, Katherine Moennig is hot and I used to watch Young Americans just because of her. And because I love bad teen TV, okay?)
I was excited to see that Showtime was already up and running on my TV by the time I got home from work -- digital cable is a good time. I had to upgrade my cable package to "gold" in order to add Showtime, so I was excited to check out the random-ass channels I'd gotten in addition to the movie station. Flipping around I noticed that my Oxygen was no longer working. Now, it's not like I spend all day glued to Oh! but I do watch it from time to time, and it usually has WNBA games on in the summer. So I crankily dial my cable provider to tell them to fix it. Now.
The very nice customer service guy informed me, however, that I had lost channels with my upgrade. That's right, I was paying more and losing channels ... and if I wanted Oxygen back, I had to buy a special "Premier Pack" in addition to my "gold" package. Now, this didn't make any sense to me, but extensive use of the phrase "grandfather package" confused me enough that I told him just to add it on to my damn bill. The L-Word better be worth all this, because I was also informed that I couldn't go back to my old package, as it is no longer available.
posted @ 9:38 AM |
Tuesday, January 6
I'm not really one for making resolutions, as I tend to be fairly honest with myself and I know I won't keep the damn things. (For instance, I've been resolving to cut down on my swearing since I was 12.) That doesn't keep me from making resolutions in the shower, however. I'm always so optimistic in the shower; I make lists of things I'm going to do and other stupid things like that. This morning, I decided I was going to "enjoy life more." Then I drove to work. My good mood ended somewhere on Rt. 9 while the crazy biddy in the Crowne Victoria was driving slower than a turtle walking through molasses.
Where was I? Oh, yes, resolutions. I'm going to try to break my usual patterns; it'll be good for me and it will challenge me to like, think and stuff. Which, blogospherically speaking, means I need to find new blogs to read. Suggestions, anyone?
Update: Self-promotion is actively encouraged at being jennifer garrett, so please feel free to leave a link to yourself.
posted @ 9:31 AM |
Monday, January 5
The surreal life
It's so odd to be back at work today. Everything just seems a little off. My monitor suddenly seems huge after weeks with my laptop. And, strangely enough, I'm expected to work instead of watching hours of bad TV. I don't understand. Is this all a horrible dream or is it really my life?
posted @ 1:39 PM |
Sunday, January 4
I've spent the weekend, basically, watching basketball. Friday night was the killer BC-Villanova game (which I got to see in person), and yesterday saw the nationally televised glorious defeat of UConn by Duke. I also snuck in the Minnesota game (goddamn, Lindsay Whalen is good), and this morning I watched the Fighting Illini take on Mississippi State (and beat them, 75-72). It's rare that they show a lot of good women's basketball on television, so I have to take advantage of it when I can. But I will say this: Fighting Illini? What the hell?
posted @ 3:45 PM |
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