There are very few things that I enjoy about cold weather.
In fact, I can count the only good things about cold weather on one hand.
*I don’t have to shave my legs
*Can light a fire
*Have an excuse to stay inside more than usual
*My boyfriend looks really hot in a beanie
Still, when I’m not curled-up under a pile of blankets like a turtle, I’ve been trying to make the best of it.
Last weekend I actually dragged my ass out of the house for a good amount of time, and guess what? I didn’t turn into a snowman.
Friday night we went to the Texas Stars game, and I found out that hockey is my new favorite sport. If you live in the Austin area, and you are looking for something fun to do, I definitely recommend checking out a game.
For some reason, Matt was completely obsessed with this Hamburger blimp.
Later, we went to see Harmontown at Cap City. I’ll admit, by the time I got there I was a little tipsy. That doesn’t take away from the fact that it was hilarious.
After the show, someone broke into my facebook and wrote the following message to Dan Harmon:
“Dear Dan, Thanks for being you.You my hero. You funny. I love you. Poop is brown.”
Dan, if you happen to stumble upon my little blog, I’m sorry. It wasn’t me. I don’t think.
Besides that, I’ve been spending the rest of my week trying to forget what’s been happening inside my head while I sleep.
I used to never remember my dreams. Lately I remember every horrifying detail. It makes me not want to sleep. It makes me consider calling up a psych-ward doctor from the 60’s to see if it would be possible to slice out the nightmare-inducing portion of my brain. I believe the procedure is called a dreambotomy.
The other day I dreamt that I gave birth to a baby with just a crying mouth, no eyes or nose. Then I had dreams of tiny explosive marbles that I had to run away from on only my hands. In another, my car exploded and I had to slither my way out. I dreamt that I had to fight an evil cactus. In many, I’m stuck in a carnivale-sque world full of evil midgets whom keep stealing my shoes. I’m often searching frantically for a family member who has been kid-napped.
The worst are the ones where I’m aware that I’m sleeping, but no matter what I can’t open my eyes or move my body.
Fuck you, sleep paralysis.
Yesterday I lay on the ouch, fully aware that I had fallen asleep while watching an old episode of The Vampire Diaries. (Don’t judge).
I swore I heard the front door open, and footsteps walk to the couch around me. Then I could feel and hear the sound of a deep breath across my face. No matter how much strength I put into opening my eyes, they wouldn’t budge, until they did. And I was alone. On the couch. With Vampire Diaries playing in the background. I slept for a grand total of 9 minutes. 9 terrifying minutes.
I obviously need to change something in my life.
I’m thinking I need to find a way to bring exercise back into my life. The last time I was consistently working out was when I was doing Sunstone Yoga in Dallas. I miss it, desperately.
I’m putting it in writing here because I need the internet to hold me accountable.
2013 will be the year I get back into shape. I will start working out daily, one way or another.
Now do your job and bug me about it on facebook. Make me feel really guilty. Just don’t call me fat… I will punch you in your balls.