Yay for Nada Surf playing on KEXP (in New York) this morning! It was great to hear those guys. I've missed them. They're on a break.

Boo to Nada Surf for not playing a show in Seattle for so long! I can understand being on a break, but I can't understand being on a break from Seattle. Come on! The good news is that they have a new album of covers coming out and an upcoming tour. The bad news is that while Portland is currently on the list, I see no Seattle on there. What?!? How can this be??? I'm going to be watching that schedule very carefully, and if Seattle isn't added, I guess I'll be heading down to the Wonder Ballroom on May 29th, dragging my sisters to the show.

Ok, ok, and even if a show IS added here, I may end up going to both like a true super-fan freak. Because that is what I am. It's how I roll.

Yay to This Emotional Life! Like a fully-fledged old person, I watched PBS three nights in a row to catch this special, and I enjoyed. Monice's husband made cracks about how I'm a young, free-spirited lady who should be out on the town doing shots, not watching PBS. Well. Little does he know that actually I'm more like a prudish librarian than a fancy-free single girl who downs shots of tequila on a Tuesday night. I embrace my PBS.

Parts I & II were my favorite; the third night on Happiness was ok. It looks like there is a DVD available out there, so if you missed the program on the tube, keep an eye out for that.

Boo to my cable not working properly lately! I can't watch my very important Real Housewives and things if Bravo no worky. Get with the program, Comcast!

Yay to me for working hard on my MSW application essay! It's coming along, but I'm going to have to work hard on it over the next week to wrap it up before the deadline. That's right. It's due in a week. Don't boo me for being a procrastinator! I just can't work too seriously on anything until there is some pressure to get it done. For better or worse, it will get done. Probably with some tears.

Boo to me for getting water on and in my cellphone! Serious boo. The phone still works, but it's all twitchy and unpredictable now after its near death experience. It seems dicey, and I have a ways to go on my T-mobile contract. Waaaaaaaaah!

Yay that Elizabeth Gilbert's new book is out! I haven't ordered it yet, though. I have a dilemma. Like Em, I decided that this year is going to be about reading all the unread books laying around on my shelves. There are a lot of perfectly good options right here and, yet, I still end up buying or checking out new ones regularly. I'm all about recycling and composting and saving the earth. I need to shift this 'tude to reading material, too. It's unacceptable that I'm letting these interesting books just sit. They will not go to waste!

So yeah, it's the Year of Reading My Own Damn Books. Yay me.

Boo to me and the Boyfriend having really bad memories. Seriously bad. Completely checked out bad. Here's the deal. Last night, lovely BF picks me up from work, and we proceed to have a lovely evening together. We run some errands and go to Temple to play pool and have dinner. It's fun. The BF remembered to return luggage I borrowed to our friends, and he brought all the little items needed for our errands (shirt to return, movies, etc.) without any reminding. Very good. Yet, at the end of the night we zip home without a care, unaware that we're forgetting something important, so I can watch This Emotional Life. We watch. After that, we go to sleep and morning comes. The BF gets up and goes to work, I sleep a little bit more. La, la, la. A short time later, I wake up to start my day. I'm just about to step in the shower when I realize, "Oh crap! We totally forgot to pick up my car in Wallingford!"

That's right. We remembered shirts, luggage, and movies, but totally forgot about a CAR sitting far away from where I live. It never crossed my mind. You may recall that I park in a neighborhood near work and either walk or bus in, since parking is so expensive where I'm at, and I have a thing about walking. After the BF picked me up last night, the subject of my car never even came up. We just happily went about our business (the BF beat me at pool, so some of us were happier than others). After realizing this morning what had happened, and having a moment of internally thinking "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" I had to speedily get ready and race out the door to take a convoluted bus route to the office. 50 minutes and quite a bit of walking later, I was there. I even had the chance to crane my neck to see out the window that my car was still where I left it as the bus sped by.

The bad news is that I was late. And, I felt like I had to explain my lateness, especially since we're really busy right now. I opted for honesty. If you think the "I forgot to pick up my car last night" excuse is a good one, think again. People clearly believe you're a complete dope, even though they're expressing understanding. You know they're wondering what kind of person forgets their car. They laugh and shake their heads. Coworkers tease you and call out "Don't forget about your car!" as they leave the office to head home. You can't even make a snippy retort, because it happened once so who's to say it won't happen again. Hmph.

Back to essay writing.