Russell Brand reading US WEEKLY. Tonight.
If I could turn back time…
Actually I promise I’m not going to channel Cher. I just felt like it was appropriate because I was about to post about how much I hate New Year’s resolutions, and then I had a thought…if I went back to posts around this time over the past few years, I’d be willing to bet I could just reblog my own old posts with a similar sentiment.
If I’m not original, at least I’m consistent.
With that said, this year in particular I have found myself in a bit of a New Year Bluesy funk. The kind of funk that has me stuck in my own brain going over the past year’s accompliments, or what I perceive as the gaping lack there of. The same kind that has me making that list in my brain that is dangerously close to a resolution list.
I hate resolutions the same way I hate boxy shirts. They look good on no one (please listen to me America), and are trendy every so often forcing millions of women to have a year of photos where they look like rectangles, and gyms across the country to rake in the dough this time of the year.
Anyway, this year has been particularly rough, and uneventful, and the worst part is, I fear it’s my own fault. I’m a waffler. When it comes to big decisions I make one, and then I hear everyone else’s voice telling me why I’m wrong, or the million ways it won’t work, and then I’m paralyzed.
I’m not saying I’m making a resolution, but, if I were, I would say that 2012 will be a year of less waffling.
I didn’t do anything exciting for New Year’s, in fact I found myself drowsing at 11 and awoken by fireworks at midnight signaling that I had lamely fallen asleep pre-new year BUT I did party it up with my family the night before. My wonderful mom turned 50! (I should clarify, by party it up I mean there was cake, candles, and some happy birthday singing). May the day to day 2012 be more exciting than it was rung in.
Glasses half (use)ful
During my last visit to the eye doctor, I had an aha moment. “Aha, that’s why I can’t read signs when driving and night driving especially has become teeth-grinding anxiety provoking…I need more glasses.” Seems obvious enough…
My optometrist suggested that many patients my age (clinging on to the last of 20s) opt for a pair for far-sightedness, and one for near-sightedness vs. bifocals. It only just now occurred to me that this is a brilliant scheme to get me to spend more $ on glasses (2 pairs is better (read more expensive) than 1).
I took the bait and here I sit with 2 pairs of glasses flanking me but it’s the dumbest thing ever. Who ONLY looks at things far away?! Who ONLY reads things close up?!
Am I wrong? Are bifocals worse than switching back and forth between glasses?
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How Soon Is Now? by Mike Viola
dear lord
