Thinking

Screw women's lib, I could totally get used to this whole 'being taken care of' thing.

REPENT YE SINNERS!

Harvard beat BU in the first round of the Beanpot.

Maybe Johnny and the Mayans are right and the end of this era really is nigh....

Thinking

I want to see a whole lot of really bad movies lately, including:

• Jumper - traditionally I hate movies with Hayden Christiansen. His doleful, pretty face reminds me of my ex-boyfriend. This isn't bad its just distracting... and lets all face the facts people, unless you concentrate really hard on the movie to get past HC's horrible acting, you're can't enjoy the film.


• Be Kind Rewind - Jack Black and Mos Def working in a video store and re-recording their own versions of movies because apparently one of them was magnetized or something and it erased all the film in the store? This is going to be AWESOMELY BAD.


• Step Up 2 The Streets - I only want to see this on the off chance that Channing Tatum will be making an appearance in the film. I won't lie.


• Hannah Montana & Miley Cyrus: Best of Both Worlds - There's no excuse for this one. Now the internet knows my secret shame.

Charming

Last night was Valentine's Day and Boyfriend made me dinner. Really delicious dinner... and then he showed me the first part of my present - a blow torch. Needless to say, I was confused.

Then he showed me what was waiting in the refrigerator.

Ramekin after ramekin of creme brulee. HOMEMADE CREME BRULEE. My favorite dessert ever that I can only get at schmancy restaurants because its custard-y deliciousness is really difficult to do correctly.

...after dinner and delicious dessert I got a lovely massage that made me all relaxed and half-closed eyed. After that, we went to bed where Boyfriend, the non-cuddler, more or less slept on top of me - and I loved every minute of it.

I usually hate Valentine's Day because I think it's ridiculous, regardless of my relationship status. But this year? This year I totally and completely loved every freaking minute of it.

How to depress me

Send me a refund check for $10,575.00 and in the same breath tell me that it's earmarked for my summer courses.

Balls.

Do you know how much that could buy!?

How the Universe responded to my last post:

1. Torrential downpours. Goodbye, beautiful snow. Goodbye, dry feet. Goodbye, any hope of looking decent at work and school. Hello, late-for-work-and-class-drowned-rat-Lindsay.
   


2. Long hours at a shitty office with unappreciative people who apparently have mistaken me for someone with the ability to turn back time.
   


3. Major guilt for neglecting Boyfriend this week. Major major major.
   

I can't wait to go snowboarding. I've already told my boss that I'm not going to be in town and that despite his best efforts to track me down electronically I will be staying in one room log cabin without running water, let alone cell connection, in the middle of Juhbumblefuck, Upstate.*

*In reality, Boyfriend and I will be staying at The Spa (also known as my parent's house) which is located in a very populated area that the US Census Bureau has deigned to label a "small city". My boss however believes the roughing it story (minus log cabin, I'm sure) because anywhere past Westchester to New York City folk is the sticks, ya'll.

3 reasons my day was awesome.

1. It snowed. Enough to stick to the ground. Finally. I've seriously been waiting for this since November. (Also, to anyone in the New York City area who is about to start complaining about the snow, screw you. Snow is made of chilly awesome and it covers all the ugly of this godforsaken world in a blanket of sparkling pretty for a few hours.)



2. I was locked out of my personal office today for about 2 hours. Now, one would assume that I was un-locked out of my office by locksmith or a maintenance man. One would be wrong. After several attempts to pick the lock (all unsuccessful) by various comp sci people one brave engineer stepped up and KICKED MY DOOR IN. What used to be my workable office door is now a splintered slab of wood on hinges.

1. Boyfriend called and asked me on a date for Valentine's Day. Now, I know that lots of you are thinking, "but Lindsay, you've been with Boyfriend for over a year. What gives?" I refer you back to the first sentence of this section. My boyfriend called and asked me out on a date. Do you know when the last time he actually asked me on a date was? Really? That's funny - neither do I. After a year 'dates' don't really happen so much as meeting up for dinner and drinks (maybe) and then going to bed at a sensible hour.
   

Bonus Awesome: Going snowboarding this weekend.

Watching: 200 People Freeze in Grand Central

Photography

The night before the burial of her husband's body, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of "Cat," and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. "I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it," she said. "I think that's what he would have wanted."

So I was stumbling around the internet this morning, avoiding work, and found the above page. This image and the text below it break my heart.

How to Be Pathetic

Take notes.

1. Sit in your office watching the rain fall on 42nd Street and listening to Mary J's "Be Without You" on internet radio.

2. Pine for the good ole days of your relationship. You know the ones - the discovery days when you're just learning who this person really is and you can't stop talking.

3. Blog about this depressing fact whilst eating a peanut butter cup cupcake from Crumbs, damn the calorie count to hell. If you're going to be miserable, you may as well be fat too.