Addendum

My dad is super cute, and I felt the need to share. This can be added to the list below. "I G-chatted with my dad about Wii."

dad: i was supposed to go to a wii party at nate's today but we didn't get back in time
me: have you played before?
i've only played a few times
i just recently got into guitar hero/rock band though
some of my coworkers are obsessed
dad: we bowled, boxed, and played tennis one night a couple of months back. i kicked butt in boxing
nate created characters - barack and sarah palin. i was sarah palin and kicked ass. i felt really bad though and thought i might be putting a jinx on the election :(
me: haha, well fortunately you don't have to live with any wii guilt!

Weekend Update

These are the things that made my otherwise shitty week a little better:

I felt smarter than some people I know because I got why the new Britney song "If U Seek Amy" is so controversial. Or maybe that just means I have a dirtier mind.

I joined a gym.

I finished Season 1 of Heroes.

I saw my friend's band play a sold-out show at Schubas and found out they will be playing Pitchfork this summer. I also saw a lot of friends that night I hadn't seen in awhile.

I poured a bag of peanut M&Ms into a bowl of popcorn and called it dinner one night.

I had fun with my coworkers on Friday night.

I watched the Parent Trap (LiLo version, obviously).

I bought a beautiful dress for a third of its original price. Birthday outfit!

I am no longer friends with my mom on Facebook.

FML

This morning I read this.

Tonight, I get an email from my mom regarding my Facebook profile picture that says:
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I really don't like that photo of you in those big glasses. It really creeps me out for some reason. It's not cute or flattering. Sorry but I had to tell you."

Not flattering applies to me in turtlenecks at age (almost) 24, not a picture of me at age 4 that she probably took!

I'm changing my picture anyway now just because I don't want to think about her every time I look at my profile, which is at least 17 times a day. Back to tallying minigolf scores for Carlton and the chubies!

Random addendum:
I would like to thank Mr. Kanye West and his latest album for adding genre variety to the sort of music that suits my mood this week.

Oh Moon, Oh Man [edited]

This is the first time I have really felt the influence of lunar events on my life. It could be coincidental, I may be going crazy, but everything seems to be really oddly in synch right now. I am seeing symmetry and circles in everything. Things are happening so quickly. And most of these things aren't great. Yet I am feeling strangely grounded. I have a renewed sense of purpose and clarity even though I'm also confused as all hell. I read my horoscope for the month today, too, and was pretty amazed by its accuracy.

Note to Ally, the second the moon gets a little thinner, I won't be talking, or at least not blogging, about these things anymore. It will be your realm and you'll be the only author on the subject in the whole entire blogger world.

Here's to another feelings-filled blog post!

February

At the end of January, I decided I was going to try to like February this year. I have hated this month the past few years because winter seems to be at its worst and it felt even worse (worse than worst?) because I had usually just returned from a trip to some place warm (SF was the case all through school, last year it was the business trip to Phoenix). And then hello, hellish February.

My end of January forecast for February this year was bright and filled with happiness and sunshine. While the weather forecasts are proving to be true (apparently it's nearing 50 degrees outside today), my happiness forecast is proving to be false.

I think I'll be okay, but this was maybe the shittiest week of all weeks I've had since I moved here. I'm feeling a little better now because it's Saturday and I have plans tonight that I've been looking forward to for quite awhile. But this week was just bad. Weirdly bad. I received bad news about my mom's dad on Tuesday, stepmom's dad on Wednesday. And their illnesses are semi-related.

Last night while cooking dinner, I burned my wrist pretty badly and now have a suspicious mark there. My week wasn't that bad! I swear it's just a burn!

I apologize, readers. I don't normally blog about my feelings (or maybe I do?), but it was necessary. Thanks.

February, you have three weeks to redeem yourself.