I woke up with that in my head this morning. Actually, I wake up with that in my head on the 5th of every month, but until this morning when I looked it up on Wikipedia , I had no idea what I was supposed to remember.
Actually I still have no idea what I’m supposed to remember. Something about Guy Falkes, pennies, children,Thanksgiving and fireworks. Basically, I think the crazy Brits combined Thanksgiving, Halloween, and the fourth of July because they were jealous of our holidays.
In other news.
I’m so fickle.
About everything! I truly look up to the people who are able to wake up, make multiple decisions, then just move on with their lives as if they didn’t choose “choose a path” or something like that. Oh, here she goes again going off on some whiny tangent about paths and finding herself, blah blah>blah.
Don’t feel bad for thinking it, I’m wearing myself out.
Today I’m not complaining about life choices so much. It’s the little, probably not-effecting my life choices that are getting to me today.
This morning I sat at my desk and stared at banana for about five minutes, then walked into the break room and stared at a bag of Taco bueno breakfast burritos. Then I went back to my desk and stared at the banana for another 5 minutes. And then I went and got a breakfast burrito, brought it back to my desk, and then decided to eat the banana. About half way through the brown banana, I started thinking how much better the breakfast burrito would have been. I stuck with the banana, only because by ttime the burrito was cold and for me, my laziness is usually my deciding factor.
Then I had to decide what to listen today, which hurts my brain to even think about. I have 11,205 songs on my ipod, plus countless audio books and podcasts… Then there are all the amazing stations I’ve created on Pandora and on Grooveshark. How is a girl to choose?
I decided to settle on the latest “This American Life” episode because they never fail to make me happpy, but something that Ira says reminds me about a Mountain Goats song I haven’t heard in months. So I put that on. That made me a little sad, so I decided to put on Paul Simon’s Graceland, which made me really happy the other day. Then that made me start to sing out loud, which isn’t great to do at work, so I figured I needed to put on something with less singability, so I settled on Tom Waits, which sort of kind of makes me in a bad mood, but I’m a glutton for punishment, so I stuck with it.
Then I lunch I decided I needed to try and write a little something. I started 4 different posts about things that I love about myself, in attempt to stick to the 30 days of truth meme. I wasn’t satisfied with any of them, so I decided not to post today at all.
Then I started feeling guilty, because after all I did commit to writing every day for 30 days, and it’s only day 5… how sucky would that be of me if I quit now? Do I care? Is it even that important to me?
And then piece of crap post somehow made its way onto my computer. I still don’t know if I’m going to post it or not.
But if you’re reading this, well then… I couldn’t come up with anything better for today.