Hey, if you want to be my netflix friend, click here.
I like that I can see my friends’ queues now, so I can find out if I’m the only person watching shit like From Justin To Kelly.
I wish they would update their rating system. I wish there was a star for “Eh, it was alright.” You only have a choice of “I liked it” or “I didn’t like it”. Sometimes a girl’s opinion falls in the middle. For example, The Break-up with formerly-hot-but-now-wussed-out-by-Aniston Vince Vaughn and the girl with the world’s oldest hairstyle, Jennifer Aniston - (Seriously, it’s time to LET IT GO. I am so tired of seeing her straight hair just hanging in her face.) it was ok. I didn’t love it, but I didn’t hate it. It was just… eh.
Sunday night, I went over to my parents’ house. My grandma and uncle Chris Peterson came over for dinner, and to help decorate their (ENORMOUS) Christmas tree. As I’ve mentioned countless times, my mother’s side of the family aren’t very… tolerant. So when my sister casually mentioned that she and her best friend would be celebrating Hanukah along with their jewish friend, Chris Peterson went kind of crazy and asked her if she was going to “start hanging out with any fucking muslims, too”.
Nice.
Since 2007 has been deemed “The Year That Andria Gets Her Shit Together”, I went to Target and bought a super cute brown and pink Franklin Covey organizer in which I will maticulously plan and detail the daily activities and tasks that will make me a thinner, less broke, kickass super-human.
Or, I’ll just have a really bulky note pad.
Actually, I really bought it to keep track and detail these next few weeks (or months) before my surgery to write down what I’m eating, and when I get hungry, and a bunch of other boring crap that none of you want to read about.
I don’t want this to be a place where I just whine about my weight every day, but it kind of consumes me at the moment. I sometimes wonder how I could so easily just stop smoking after smoking a pack a day for ten years, but I can’t give up eating when (and what) I’m not supposed to. I’ve managed to resist the baking bonanza at my office so far, and have convinced myself that turkey is really chocolate in a poultry disguise, and that the nasty protein drink is really an iced vanilla latte. I don’t know how long it will last, but it’s working for now.
I’ve turned into this calorie-counting, food-measuring lunatic.
And my road rage and general crankiness is pretty high (which my co-workers LOVE).
I think the lack of french fries and Mexican food (not to mention something [and someone] else, ahem) are making me crazy.
It’s a fucking nightmare right now, but the result is SO much more important than a naughty-snack-impulse.
Comment by girl
December 21, 2006 @
Sounds like a fun holiday season. Really, I love reading about your family, mine are just psycho in a bitchy-not-in-any-way-funny way and that sucks. I’ll be in it with you as well in the getting thy shit togetherness this coming year. Or at least I’ll try. I think.