Queue-ing My Life

My last couple of entries have been long and serious, so I'm going to mix it up. I'm going to write a light, short, meaningless entry. Fluffy, even. And potentially boring. I think I'm allowed to do that every once in awhile... right? Okay. Well, here goes.

I started the weekend off by donning my blonde "Hannah Montana" wig (which is hilarious, FYI), and finishing my supply of Midori in order to make a video on facebook for my pen-less pen pal Ricky. Once my blood had been properly diluted, I decided to start singing random songs and posting videos of the events on people's facebook walls. I did it pretty much all night. I had to try to be quiet-ish for them, as there are thin walls in my apartment building (but as I often hear my neighbors doing things that I'd rather not hear, I think that a little songstress payback was probably in order anyway).

And the rest of the weekend (aside from a Saturday night birthday celebration for Anna and a bar excursion following it) I've spent avoiding the things on my to-do list.

I only make myself to-do lists when I have a massive amount of things to get done. And somehow, after making the list, I become so exhausted that I don't accomplish anything.

This list I made by writing things I wanted to do onto note cards and pinning them to my bulletin board. Here's what it looked like:

- Take out trash (I have like 4 small trash bags in my kitchen that are begging to be disposed of)

- Research grad schools (I did a little last weekend, but I've stopped. Too depressing.)

X Unpack (From my holiday trip. Finally accomplished today)

- Keep running monologues (I've been doing this, but I'm not checking it off. I need to keep running them ad nauseum)

X - Switch up music on Project Playlist (I added way more than I subtracted. I especially recommend "Save Me from Myself" by Christina Aguilera and "Love Song" by Sara Bareilles)

- Wash dishes (heh... I haven't done them in about a week and a half)

- Clear off table/desk (You wouldn't believe how many unread copies of "Time Out Chicago" and "The New Yorker" I've amassed)

X Move bed (It was previously next to the windows, meaning that I was always freezing as I tried to fall asleep. I've now moved it near my computer -- I have a laptop, but not wireless internet -- and am currently typing while lying down. This could be dangerous.)

X Change sheets (I don't change my sheets nearly often enough. I'd say I do it about 4-6 times a year... I called my mother to ask her how often you're supposed to change them, and she said Oprah does it every three days. HA! My mother also said not to mention on my blog that I change them infrequently, as people might think it's weird. Whoops.)

- Pick up package from post office (Whoops. I've got to actually do this one of these days)

X Buy scale (I've been trying to lose weight for months now, but it's hard to gauge my progress when I'm guessing based on how well my pants fit.)

- Get 3 pairs of pants tailored (I've been putting this off since October)

- Buy ink for printer (I've been putting this off since at least March. Maybe February.)

X Buy groceries

X Edit chapter 2 of NaNoWriMo novel and post on blog

X Post new blog entry on regular blog (I'm going to go ahead and credit myself for this one now, even though I haven't technically finished it yet)

- CLEAN APARTMENT!!! (I've started, but so far I think I've only made things worse somehow.)

- Shop sales at Benetton, Express, and other places. (I'll go tomorrow after work -- when I should be picking up that package -- and hope they haven't run out of my size in everything cute.)


So I've done some things... But I have many tasks to go. And, I'll be honest, I'm not going to accomplish most of them. I've sort of run out of steam. Why? Oh, no reason. I've been doing mostly nothing.

I've started the cleaning process, as I've mentioned, but it's not going particularly well. Although I did find that hat that I thought I'd lost (the one that I bought a replica of in New York). So now I have two of them. Score.

One other awesome thing I did this weekend: signed up for Netflix. I'm totally amped about it. I can already sense how addictive it's going to become.

I have a history of saying that I REALLY WANT TO SEE movies that come to theaters, but then not actually seeing them. On average, I think I see about three movies per year. And I rarely rent things. The result is that the list of movies that I've seen is short and involves mostly movies that other people wouldn't watch. I haven't seen a wide variety of "classic" movies. I haven't seen many "popular" movies. Ex-boyfriend #1, who was a film major in college, actually once made me a list of over 100 movies that he thought I NEEDED to see. We dated for two years. I think I saw about ten of them.

So now, I'm going through and adding things to my queue like mad. All those movies that people told me I'd love. Like Winter Passing. And Pan's Labyrinth. And The Departed. And Idiocracy. It's a huge mish-mosh of genres. I'm ecstatic.

I chose the "1 at a time/unlimited per month" option. Because, let's be honest, I'm not going to need more than one at a time. I've owned the movie Monster for five years, and Delovely for three, and I've never seen either of them (I got one as a gift and the other as a prize in an Oscar pool -- I even WANT to see both of them, but whenever I'm in the mood to watch a movie, I generally grab Win a Date with Tad Hamilton!, America's Sweethearts, Shaun of the Dead, Animal House, Clue, or Boondock Saints).

My movie queue is really just a to-do list, now that I think about it. Or perhaps my to-do list is sort of a queue. Ah, there we are. Practically existentialist. Not really, but it's bedtime and a wave of sickness has just washed over me again (have I mentioned I've been battling generic winter illness lately? It's back in my throat tonight), so I'm probably just over-thinking things.

In other news, I've acquired a few more New Year's Resolutions. People have begun assigning them to me, which is rather fun.

- IAN - He's attempting to "corrupt" me, so he made me promise to use the word "cock" more often in 2008. I don't recall why I agreed to this. He also said something about sleeping in the nude, but it's too cold for that.

- RICKY - My pen-less pen pal and I made a pact to stop apologizing for things that we shouldn't apologize for. And since making it, I've realized that this was a horrible agreement. I apologize at the drop of a hat! Seriously, if I dropped my hat, I'd probably apologize. In fact, when it's dark in my apartment and I walk into something I apologize (to the wall, the chair, or the random article of mess I've stumbled over). Perhaps that's why it's a good idea to follow through with this. Every time I screw up in front of Ricky (via Facebook video or e-mail or the like), I have to do something (such as serenade him with a song from West Side Story) as punishment. If he does it, he has to give me a lap dance. That should be interesting.

- BRIAN - I've mentioned before that I don't like teasing or being teased. And I don't understand teasing as a method of flirtation. Brian's challenge to me is to learn to be more open to it. I'll probably die.

Alright, I'm out. I have work in the morning and I should probably get some sleep.

May the queue of your life hold many interesting things.

~A~