Klutzy
I was all excited to open this post with a song lyric. Belle & Sebastian’s “Act of the Apostles II,” which I thought contained the lyric “I’m a genius / a prodigy / My sad sighs / are up for a prize.” Prize-winning Sad Sighs?? Yes, please.
Turns out “my sad sighs” is actually “at maths and science”. Stupid Scottish accent. So that is not relevant at all.
ANYWAY.
I’m just here to report on a small Sad Sigh. I’ve had a nosering for, like, 5 years now. See:
So I’m used to it, right? Except that apparently the other night I rolled over violently on that side of my face OR SOMETHING because now I have a cut inside my nostril and a bruise surrounding the cut from the nose ring.
Yes, that’s right, I injured myself in my sleep with my own nose ring. My friends know that I’m very prone to falling down randomly, dropping glasses, and generally being awkward, but apparently I’m also capable of hurting myself when I’m dead asleep.
I’m bringing Snuggie back, yeah!
Shit happens when it’s cold, midnight, and ABC.com is making you watch the same Suave ad in between those moments on Lost where the music gets really loud to indicate a commercial break is coming.
Temporary insanity leads to temporary vanity
In a way I’m happy to not have to be working and dealing with the break-up. At the same time, work might be exactly the type of distraction I need from it. The ex tends to occupy my thoughts the majority of the day, and when I wake up too early in the morning and start drifting back to sleep, all it takes is a split-second thought of him to render me wide awake. But now, for the past couple of days, it seems day time thoughts haven’t been enough, and my subconscious is causing me to dream about him at night. And they’re not the best of dreams either. They’re the ones that really just sort of unveil my insecurities and make me wake up feeling like shit, even though it’s just a dream.
I guess the upside to all of this is my usual fatty self hasn’t been in full eating mode, as it usually has been. Feeling hunger is sort of rare, and when I do feel it, sometimes it just switches to nausea. Even if I’m hungry, and I start eating, I find it difficult to finish, but pick on my food because I know I’ll probably be hungry later - and then I’m not. It sounds a bit dramatic, but it’s not, I’m eating enough. It’s just weird because I really like eating, and my “I eat what I want” attitude has led to some weight gain. Now, I’m down to my college weight and my muffin top jeans are too big. I need a new belt. Or, a new wardrobe. Or, I just want to be able to eat like normal again, even if normal = gluttonous. Because what’s the point of eating if you can’t even enjoy it? The only good thing about it is my double chin has lost some prominence. Woot.
Happy Valentine’s Day
Defective Ears
I dropped a pretty penny on some Audio Technica noise-canceling headphones for an upcoming trip. Lord knows I sure do enjoy some marathon movie watching on them flying machines, and for once I’d like to hear the dialogue of said crappy entertainment. Anyway, after much debate between over-the-ear or in-ear headphones I chose the latter and had a seriously frustrating hour of shoving the earbuds in every which way in an attempt to get them in my goddamn ears. No dice. Finally, I was able to get them in and vowed never to remove them. Then of course I tested out my iPod and almost became deaf thanks to Justin Timberlake. Woops. Audio settings can hurt. Well, the learning curve is over now, I’m pretty sure I can correctly wear my headphones maybe 50% of the time. The other 50% I’ll just be drawing attention to myself as I attempt to manipulate my ears until I either puncture an eardrum or get myself in a position where I can wedge the earpiece in place in a vain attempt to cancel out screaming children and airplane engines.