Summer Challenge: Old Movies

This weekend, I watched one of my all-time favorite films: The Majestic. As it’s basically a love letter to old movies, it’s no surprise that it inspired me to seek out the classics. So I’ve decided to watch as many movies as I can easily get my hands on (read: Netflix!), and perhaps blog about some (or all) of them, as the strikes my fancy.

So I complied a starter list from various articles on Netflix-streaming films and friends’ recommendations. Plus a few that I or my roommate actually already own. Without further ado, I present my list, in chronological order (all links to IMDB):


The Art of Letting Go

I’m a hoarder. I’m absolutely terrible at removing material items from my horde.  Unfortunately, that’s no way to live.

Now, I’m not about to go all minimalist and rid myself of everything but the absolute essentials. That’s going too far.

However, I am going to doing something necessary and terribly overdue: The Great Closet Clean Out of 2012.

I  have a multitude of clothes, some dating all the way back to middle school. And while technically they may still fit me physically, they no longer fit the image I have of myself, the image I would prefer to convey to the world at large.

And thank goodness! Who wants to be the same person they were in middle, or even high school? Not me! *shudder*

Thus, this weekend I’m going to take out every single piece of clothing from my closet and ruthlessly cull the herd. Just thinking about it gives me a combination of shivers of terror and delight.

Have you ever pared down your closet? How’d it go? I may need some emotional support this weekend…

It’s Goal Week!

I’ve had such an insane last few months, with weddings and family events and work events and everything all over the place making it impossible to keep to a schedule. So I’ve resolved that this, my first week with absolutely nothing planned, is going to be my “Goal” week.

I have three major goals for this week, hoping at least one will spark a habit that I can continue beyond just this week.

  1. Wake up a half-hour earlier than usual to exercise. It doesn’t matter what sort of exercise, just so long as it makes my heart race and body sweat. Which isn’t hard, considering how out of shape I am… It’s been too hot recently (it is July, after all) for me to go running, as I have attempted in the past. However, my roommate has a Wii, so I’m hoping there are some programs on there I can use to jump-start me.
  2. Eat no sugary delicacies or treats. I am a chocoholic, and whenever I’m hungry, I automatically go for the sugary stuff. No more! This week is all about being healthy, body and soul, so I’m cutting out the sugar. Except for natural ones. Gotta have my fruit! I have done this before, again for a week, and it was fabulous, but HARD. So I know I can do it for a week at least.
  3. Write something every day. I constantly have so many ideas swirling around in my head, but absolutely no dedication to writing any of them down. That will change. It must. This is my number one goal for this week, and the number one thing I hope will kick off a habit.

Wish me luck!

Over My Shoulder

I rarely have the occasion to work from home with my job, so when it comes up, I tend to relish it and make a big long list of all the writing projects I’ve had sitting on my to-do list forever that I can do so much more easily far away from the distractions of my fabulous co-workers.

However, I have a roommate who is able to work from home whenever she damn well feels like it. And I’ve noticed a peculiar trend: whenever I work from home, there she is!

In a larger apartment/house, this would perhaps be more acceptable. However, we do not quite have enough space to totally be separate while doing work, and thus I feel like whatever I am doing, she is there, reading over my shoulder. Metaphorically of course.

But metaphorically or not, that totally cramps my style, if you’ll forgive the turn of phrase. The one or two times she has not been here, I feel so much more productive than the multitude of times I feel like I’m being judged for my work ethic and whatnot.

Now, we can debate the validity of these feelings until the cows come home (which, as I live in the city, they are rather unlikely to do). Regardless, it hampers my productivity and my list tends to grow in size rather than shrink since I spend my time trying to find things to do I don’t mind being judged on instead of accomplishing my fabulous project list.

I still haven’t figured out a way around these feelings. Have you ever dealt with a similar situation? How did you get over it?

The Tyranny of the TV



First things first: I love television. I love movies. I love amazing, well-written stories on the big or small screen. I love cheesy, insane stories as well. But I love them on my terms.

Since moving in to my first apartment with my roommate from college, we have had the “tradition” if you will of plopping down in the living room in front of the television from the time we get home, through dinner, and until we head to bed.

A few weeks ago, she went home for a few days, over a weekend and then a few weekdays.

And I did not turn on the tv.

And it was glorious.

Since then, I have made it a goal not to watch any tv during the week, and then catch up on my shows on the weekends, on my schedule. The main problem with watching them during the week when they air originally is not the ads, since those appear on OnDemand and online as well, but rather how easy it is to watch something else before and after that show instead of just that show.

Since then, I have been instead reading, writing, creating more than before. It’s been fabulous!

Except my roommate continues to have the tv on from the moment she gets home until she goes to bed, which is always after me. From having visited her parents house, I understand that this is mostly a learned habit, and it’s just white noise to her. But it’s annoying to me. It’s always blaring, always loud.

Our apartment is big, but not big enough that I have somewhere else to escape to besides my bedroom, and thus my bed, which is problematic for my sleep problems. The best days for me are those when she works late, because it means at least an hour of quiet time for me.

But I didn’t intend for this to become a screed about my roommate issues. Rather, it’s something that I’ve been noticing in my life, something that I’m curious about, both my subconscious feelings and intentions, and perhaps hers. It’s all wrapped up in a series of posts I’ve been considering writing about different ways to think about living life.

But now I’m really getting off topic, so I shall end here, and instead ask you: what are your feelings about television? Something that should be removed from all households as it hinders development in other, better areas, such as art and writing? Or something that should be incorporated into everyday life as a matter of fact? Or somewhere in between?


On Wasting Time

It’s so easy, isn’t it?

It’ll just be a minute… I just want to see one thing. Ok, one more thing. One more. More. More. More!

And even when there’s nothing more to see, even when every single site you regularly go to to escape has no more updates, you keep cycling through them, hoping something will pop up that will transport you somewhere else, anywhere else, anything to escape the reality you are facing.

Even if that reality is just an empty apartment, an empty room, an empty bed.

Nothing scary, nothing to be worried about.

Just sadness. And missing-ness. And wishful-ness.

Wishing for company. Specific company, not just any. Company that is a mere hour away, but might as well be across the world…

Is that a picture of a cat in an implausible but adorable situation? Let’s go!

The Power of Pretty

Growing up, I never paid much attention to what I wore. High school was filled with grungy jeans and massive sweatshirts.

When I reached college, my self-confidence grew, and with it, my consideration of my wardrobe. I discovered dresses and skirts and flowing pants, oh my!

Today, working in an office that requires me to dress semi-professionally (i.e. no jeans, but pretty much anything else goes), I revel in wearing dresses and skirts of all lengths and styles as many days as the weather allows.* My winter/bad weather wardrobe still needs a good deal of updating, but since it’s only the beginning of sunshine season, I think I can give myself a bit of leeway there.

But the point is, I care. When I put on clothing that I adore, I feel FABULOUS. I feel glamorous and joyous. I feel like I can do anything. And who wouldn’t want to feel that way?

I still have a long way to go before I feel that way every single day, but I am learning. I am experimenting with my current wardrobe** and when I find an outfit that I adore, I find excuses to wear it at least once a week. I need more. But it takes time, and cultivation, so for now, I am reveling in what I can, and aiming for a brighter, more glamorous future!

Who’s with me?

*And since recent weather shifts have allowed such behavior, a coworker was shocked when he realized I was wearing pants the other day because he had grown so used to me in skirts 😛

** Someday soon I’m going to need to do a huge purge of my closet. I need to get rid of what doesn’t fit, what I don’t like, and discover old pieces that I love, yet are currently buried beneath heaps of stuff. Someday…

Sick. Blech.

At the beginning of last week, I was feeling rather smug and happy. You see, I had avoided the office plague that had decimated our ranks the two weeks prior.

And then I caught it.

A miserable flu that didn’t even have the courtesy of announcing itself with a stuffed nose or any of the other regular symptoms of the flu. Instead, it simply left me exhausted with a pounding headache. For the last six days.

On the plus side, I completed every single beginner-level park in Rollercoaster Tycoon 2 and its two expansion packs!

On the downside, I was miserable and bored and simply ready. to. be. well.

To feel like myself.

That’s the problem with getting sick. It strips you of all your you-ness and leaves behind an empty shell that just wants sleep and trashy TV.

So today, even though I still felt fluctuatingly weak all day, when I actually wanted to sit down and write something, I knew I was finally on my way to getting better.

And just in time – I’m going on vacation Wednesday night!


Postscript: Just as I hit “Publish” on this post, “Bad Day” by Daniel Powter came on my iPod. The perfect accompaniment, methinks!