Lately I’ve been catching up on My Mad Fat Diary and The Mindy Project. Aside from the coming-of-age entertainment (for the former) (and I suppose the latter as well, because even people in their thirties are still coming of age in many ways), and the banter that I look forward to at the end of each day, the two shows offer more than the laughter I hoped they would. This much shows aren’t needed to distract me from my post grad school interview nerves, but I can almost never resist a peek into the lives and minds of interesting characters.
Be warned: Spoiler alert.
These days I’ve been listening to Spotify radio stations of Andy Grammar’s Good To Be Alive, John Legend’s Everybody Knows, and Ella Henderson’s Ghost.
Twenty sixteen started out with breaking the one hundred thirty pound average weight (plus minus five, it settles on one twenty nine), relearning the novelty of gliding on ice, and feeling like the cool new kid that everybody wanted to get to know. It was clear and beautiful, like sunlit snowy days, and going to work feeling good about your clear, dewy skin. Keith Urban’s Somebody Like You. Buzzing, light energy.
But just around the corner was a sharp drop, and I fell. Predictably, I’m binge eating while watching Family Guy up to two in the morning. It’s been a terrible past few days, with the last straw being a phone call that was a welcome reality check, but emotionally exhausting (too exhausting) after a long day at work and class. I’m just tired these days, and needing to crawl into a shell and simply, be.
Happy 2016, all.
At last, I’ve evolved past the Sheldon (from Big Bang Theory Season 1) mitosis (as reproduction) phase into being more human, and maybe even more of a woman. Another shade from the spectrum of human emotion unlocked. What happened is that within the past days, I have joined those plagued by unrequited like. Not love, but like, and even if it’s lighter and not serious, it’s bothersome.
What’s Good At Trader Joe’s?
I’m a huge fan of the company, and I recently started working there as well, making it pretty convenient (too convenient) to peruse the aisles and buy groceries. I’ve been trying a good lot of their products so I figured that I might as well make product reviews. If anyone can make a happier or better purchase with their hard-earned money from the information here, great. Otherwise, yay for food.
Product reviews will be given one to five bells, and this is what they mean to me:
🔔 – Revolting. Stay away from it.
🔔🔔 – Terrible, with little redeeming qualities, but still doesn’t make the cut.
🔔🔔🔔 – It was okay. May or may not be worth the money.
🔔🔔🔔🔔 – Delicious, well-made, reasonably priced. I like it very much.
🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔 – The holy grail of TJ’s products. Stuff typifying my appetite’s idea of perfection which I will try not to hoard and secretly binge on. I’m curious about what might end up with five bells because if I were an english teacher, I might be the type that never gives a perfect essay score because nothing is perfect. But we’ll see!
Prepare for an onslaught of Trader Joe’s product reviews! Since I became part of their awesome crew, I have been mentally noting down new things to try. Who knows how long this new thing of writing reviews about TJ’s products will last, given that I have been wonderfully inconsistent. Whatever. I’ve decided to rate how much I like the product by number of bells (from one to five bells 🔔), since ringing the bell inside the store is a TJ’s kind of thing. On occasion I may include a guest rating (my cousin Megan, whom I trust in all matters relating to food and parking, and other personas) for added perspective on the product!
Has it really been April since the last time I wrote?
Yes, and we can blame it on analysis paralysis (having too many writings in the Noted app of my phone, imprisoned by the insecure need to revise them, and revise again) and having my arm cut off, i.e., not having a laptop to bring around because of a busted screen.
Otherwise, life has been okay. Almost the robotic Good, my response to customers who start an order for coffee with the courteous How Are You Today? I like these fine folks though. Better than people who can’t even look you in the eye throughout an entire transaction, or the ones who shove a credit card at you before anything’s even been spoken. Good times. If you don’t already know, I’ve been a barista for the past months.
Anyway, I’m OK. So here I am, just showing up, here, and maybe something will happen. Or not. But in case it does, let’s get it started:
- Lately I’m learning to forgive myself, which is harder than I even understand because I keep on screwing myself up. I easily forgive others, but when it comes to myself, I’m harsh. The good part is that majority of my problems are all in my head, so it all depends on me to get out of it. But boy am I heavy like quicksand.
- Reading Bird By Bird, a comic of Sun Tsu’s Art of War, and some business books. I’ve also got three thick volumes of an in depth study of the Gospel of Matthew, and half a book remaining of a Kerouac. Curriculum for the year’s been spelled out I guess!
- Halfway towards eating healthy while having my favorite set meal at McDonalds (6 piece chicken nuggets with barbecue sauce, fries, and a hot fudge sundae)
- Watched Tig on Netfliz last night. Recommended. I also watched Welcome To Me starring Kristen Wiig. Dark comedies are good stuff.
- Also watching the following while waiting the The Last Man On Earth to resume: Ink Masters, Iron Chef, Pretty Little Liars, Adventure Time, and Tattoo Nightmares. One of my regulars has an Alphonse Mucha tattoo, which makes me want one too.
- If there’s one thing I can’t live without, it’s my laptop. My hands can’t keep up with the speed my mind in writing down my thoughts. Without it, it’s felt like my arms have been cut off, and I’m disconnected from the world. Even if it means just peeking into it.
- Since I moved to Chicago, I’ve been to church thrice. Maybe four times. It’s taking a toll on me, and I must keep looking. -_-
Let me end with a quote that got me moving:
Hope is a revolutionary patience; let me add that so is being a writer. Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that is you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don’t give up.
From Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott
Have a great week ahead, all.