BREAKING NEWS:

I think I'm bored with the internet. Like, I've looked at all I can think of to look at and I either get sad because I didn't think of it, didn't understand it, or want to buy it then remember I sold my soul to the Department of Education. It's a sad, sad day when my most visited sites are gmail, weather.com and msnbc.com. WTF, self?

oh dear.

What I know about Haiti I (well, I mean I knew basic geographical, historical and political information) I learned from reading Mountains Beyond Mountains by Tracy Kidder about Paul Farmer and his work on cultural understandings of disease and medicine in Haiti and other countries plagued by infectious diseases. I read the book for a medical anthropology class in college, which turned out to be one of my favorite classes*, in spite of making probably a B- because I inexplicably refused to turn anything in on time. Tracy Kidder's writing and Paul Farmer's super human efforts really made an impact on me. I even donated to Partners In Health when I was still in school. So, not that Haiti is any more or less important than any other area struck by any kind of disaster, but it holds one of the few soft spots in my heart. I implore you to read the book. If you're going to donate to anything, consider a donation to Partners In Health.


*Thanks Dr. Joralemon. I sucked in your class, but you were a kickass professor and I shockingly retained and carry with me much that I learned that semester. Sorry for being an unresponsive jerk.

It's 2010 Bitches

I realize it's now 1/10/10, but whatevs. I've been busy (lie). The point is, it's time to make some nutless declarations. Remember last year? I purchased both items while failing to return to my high school weight. However, I did develop a gym habit, quit caffeine for six whole months, can run several minutes without stopping, completed a boot camp, and dropped 12 pounds and a couple sizes without decreasing my boob size. So, halfway to awesome.

This year, I intend to work on the following:

• Read books besides Real Simple, Living, New York Magazine, TV Guide, Cooking Light and Lucy, which are not technically books. I mean, real literature and shit. Not JD Robb and Patricia Cornwell. Recommendations?
• Organize all of my music; digital, vinyl and and CDs. The gym has thrown me into a terrible shame spiral of popular music. Must climb out and reclaim my musical self.
• Stop hitting the snooze button for hours. HOURS people. The BF loves this. Just ask him. I started a streak of getting to work not on time, but early before break and I intend to keep this up for the rest of the year, mainly so I can get to the gym, commute home, make dinner and get to bed before 1 am. Mornings will be mine!
• Go on a real live vacation. I took a little staycation in October to burn some time off as well as regain my sanity after a difficult spell at work, which was wonderful, but I haven't been on a plane in almost a year. What the what? I need to get out of here. Fortunately, the NY Times has done my research for me. Now, I just need to come into some serious money.
• Deep clean my house. Like Pledge the baseboards clean. I realize that I don't own this home, but it doesn't look like I'm going anywhere anytime soon, so I should just bite the bullet to make it a real home, which means clearing and cleaning the debris of a couple of years and a couple of roommates.
• Change my hair! I've had the same essential hair cut since my page boy grew out in '85. I don't know if that means go lighter, go darker, go shorter, go longer, try side sweeping bangs again, but good Lord, I need to change something.
• Watch less TV. There's nothing I love more than reading gossip blogs and having first hand knowledge of everything mentioned, but sweet Jesus, it takes a lot of TV time. I'm gonna turn in the remote.
• Convince the BF to get dogs (yes, two, because I will never go through the heartbreak of losing a dog through a break up ever again). 2010 is the year!
• Get the Jeff Dunham show canceled. Oh, sweet. Check.
• Dress up at least once a week. I own probably 15 pair of heels that have never seen the pavement. I feel like an ass when I'm gussied up, but as a 28 year old woman, I'm certainly old enough to dress up whenever I Goddamn well please. So, I will.
• Polish off the ol' resume and see what's out there. Let me know if you want to hire me. I'm good at general all around awesomeness.
• Do everything I'm supposed to when I'm supposed to. Like teeth cleaned exactly every six months. Library books returned on time. Birthday cards sent out in at least the correct month. That sort of thing.
• Stop sucking at blogging. My life has become super routine, super boring, super blah, which is probably a good thing, considering how things were a few years ago. But, this year, I need to kick it up a notch. Surely there's something left in my brain, right?
• Try not to cry every time I see the ASPCA commercials.
• Cook from recipes instead of my head. I can make a handful of meals pretty fucking well, but my repertoire is pretty limited. So, this year, I will put my cookbook library (seriously, I have like 30 and haven't even read through half of them, it's an addiction) to work and learn some new tricks.

So, pretty mundane shit, I know.

x-treme ultimate sadness

Yesterday, I was leaving work around lunch and totally backed into a parked car behind me. I just threw it in reverse, looked behind me, didn't see anything that second, and started moving. It was only when I could feel the car meeting some kind of resistance and see the horrified look of the woman whose car door I was crushing before I realized something wasn't normal. BLAST! I haven't been in any sort of incident for over 10 years. 10 years! And now, my rate's gonna get jacked, I can't afford the deductible to fix the damaget my (new!) car, and my parents are disappointed in me for being a 'tard. The moral of this story is, Toyota Matrix's have fucking huge blind spots, so beware. Also, don't sit in your parked car along a no parking yellow lined curb unless you want someone to hit you.

brief letter

Dear Words With Friends,

Please give me my boyfriend back.

Thanks,
Bee