Hey. The title of the blog is i-cant-drive, so let’s talk driving for a minute. Driving complaints: bikes, scooters, trucks, slow drivers, fast drivers, honkers, buses, tire pressure light, oil change, need to get my car detailed. Oh, crap, need to go for an emissions test, too. Kids, if you’re reading this and are looking at the photo above, you will note that my hands are NOT at 10 and 2 on the wheel. Do not follow my example. Be a good driver. On another note, it’s obvious that one should not drive while under the influence. I wish I could hand the keys over to someone else when I’m having a bad day.
Are you watching the Olympics? I’m not. I like keeping up with the highlights and results, and I even like reading people’s live tweets. When talking to a co-worker about it today, I realized that one of the reasons I’m not watching is because it stresses me out. Don’t get me wrong — I’m seriously impressed with the athletes and their abilities. But the pressure they must be under! It brings me back to my music competition days when I was a serious stressball and had a serious stick up my ass. It’s honestly gut-wrenching. Hearing about Gabby Douglas’s mishap on the uneven bars made me feel so nervous. Hearing about it. Not watching it. I can’t bring myself to watch it.
MK and I are prepping for our next quarterly party at work. I can’t help but think about how much has changed in the three months since the last one. The last three months, six months, one year… I still feel like I’m a boring, lame girl, but my life keeps getting better instead of worse. That’s good, right? Anyway, this quarter we’re doing a summer theme thanks to MK’s awesome ideas, so I’ve been listening to The Beach Boys tonight while putting a playlist together.
In terms of TV, I’ve been marathoning Lost Girl. I didn’t know what to expect from this show, but I’m fricken entertained. It’s good-looking people in supernatural situations with some sexy times and swearing (if you’re watching the uncensored version anyway), humor that I dig, and a mystery that keeps me invested but doesn’t cause me to lose sleep. It’s not campy but it ain’t Battlestar Galactica, either.
I’m pausing my reading of Everything Happens at Night and started reading The Unnamed by Joshua Ferris. It’s an easy read, which is just what I need right now, but I have a feeling that it’s going to break my heart.
Birthday weekend is coming up! I’m not that excited. I mean, I don’t really have any plans which is totally boring and lame. I thought I would be out of town all weekend but it turns out I’ll only be gone Sunday and Monday. So if anyone wants to go to impromptu dinner, drinks, and a viewing of Step Up: Revolution (because COME ON, I want to see something mindless and happy and corny plus DANCING), let me know. We’ll have a time, as Rayanne Graff would say. If you get that reference, we can be friends forever.
