I don’t take photos with my iPhone very often because the iPhone 3GS camera sucks and I prefer my real camera. But I do occasionally take photos with the iPhone. Then I forget about the photos because I assume they’re terrible.
Yesterday, after two years, I imported all of the photos to my computer and concluded that yes, 98% of them suck. As in, they’re blurry or dark or are of inexplicable things like a french fry or the ceiling.
Jay left early this morning (*sniff*), which means today is all about settling into my usual daily rhythm. I’m not sure what that is anymore, honestly. The week before Jay arrived was spent in a flurry of non-stop activity. Now the apartment looks totally different. You’d think after two weeks we’d be used to it, but it still feels strange.
Jay left this morning and I was sad to see him go. We had a great time. I think the greatest test of true friendship is how flawlessly you can pick things up again – no matter how many years have passed since you last saw each other. I miss you, moo cow.
But the show must go on.
Today is the first day I’ve sat down at my new desk and thought, “Okay. Here I am. This is my office now.” It’s rather magical. Strange. But magical.
K and I are headed to the US next month and we may – at long last – be back in the Tri-State area. Hopefully we’ll get to drop in on Jay and visit some other friends. Going to New York is definitely in the plans. I have some TBSOL research to do before putting the finishing touches on the manuscript (which I admit I haven’t even looked at in three weeks).
I’m really enjoying Google+ and will likely be using it often. So if you want to keep up with me across social media platforms, feel free to encircle me (or whatever it’s called in G+ lingo): http://gplus.to/idiaz — So many social media options, so little life to actually update with.
My recap of Rizzoli & Isles 2.01 will be up on Wednesday at the latest. I’ve missed this show so much!
Any of you on Tumblr? I’m always looking for cool people to follow.
I’ll leave you with some photos from the past couple of weeks.
Q. U seem to have a lot of notebooks. What kinda stuff do u write in them? Can we see?
A. MY DEEP DARK SECRETS. Err. I’ve gone through this, haven’t I? Randomly? I feel like I have. Well, that’s okay. My notebooks are filled with wondrous things. Mostly Rayne/TBSOL/YA novel-related. And sometimes I just scribble really random things that I later look at and go “Whut?” And sometimes my random scribbles turn into blog posts. But sure, I’ll take some pictures for you, nosy person. I mean…curious and loyal reader.
Here we are again at the end of another 30 day challenge. Can you believe it? I can’t.
The photo challenge was … I won’t say a success because that would imply that I wowed you daily with my superior photo-taking prowess and that would be exaggerating things a little. Let’s just say I managed to take a picture every day for 30 days and that’s a Yay-thing.
Anyway, the “questions” challenge sort of fizzled out there at the end due to the fact that I didn’t get around to blogging over the weekend. I’ve got 99 excuses but a good one ain’t one. I did, however, get a flurry of questions once I asked for questions and I intend to answer every single one. It’ll be less of a daily challenge, and more of a “Imma just answer your questions, k?” thing. IJAYQK? for short.
Our plans for the weekend involve driving up to Yutz (finally) to visit Lea (my sister-in-law) at her new abode. Usually by this point I have a packing list and a to-do list and a make-a-list list and a list of lists to make lists of. Today? Nothing. I’m a little behind. I blame Instagram for this. I was like, “Oooh new app to play with.” And then hours of my life evaporated before my eyes. What was I even doing? I don’t know!
It’s a meh day. I hate meh days. On meh days I feel meh about everything and everything is meh and I don’t feel like doing anything or talking about anything or thinking about anything. The meh takes over.
30 Day Photo Challenge – Day 21: Spaceship & Unicorn
So the world didn’t end…
Are we pleased? Disappointed? Personally, I wasn’t too worried. Rebecca Black prophesized that the day after Saturday would be Sunday, so I figured we were safe. Life may now proceed as normal until the next scheduled apocalypse.
I’m currently super high on caffeine. Despite the fact that the magic of computing allows me to appear calm and collected—semi-normal, even—everything I’m typing looks to me like it’s written in squiggly lines.
I’ve decided that if K and I ever become a famous couple, our portmanteau couple name should be King. Except that sounds a bit manly. So, I’m trying to convince her to change her name to Quarine and I’ll change mine to Eengrid and then we can be Queen. She’s not sold on the idea.
In related news, spring cleaning has begun at Casa King. And of course we’d pick the ugliest/rainiest day of the week to go throw stuff out.
Since K got me a new desk chair for my birthday, we went to toss out an old chair that was kind of uncomfortable and broken and taking up space. The neighbor downstairs, whose window has a pleasant view of the trashcans (and the big blue trash bin they bring around once a year), yelled out that she wanted the chair. K stood in the rain explaining that the chair was kinda fail, but the lady insisted she wanted it. So we gave her the chair.
Then she sat at the window watching us like a hawk for any other delightful treasures we may be getting rid off. I felt like we were in a runway show, modeling trash.