Pain, Suffering, and Tar-jay
So the Back to Morgan campaign is going...well, it's going. I got up at my new time (6:00 a.m.) this morning for another work-out, and my legs are so incredibly sore today that I have been hobbling around like an old lady. And not a cool old lady. A wicked, gnarled, evil old lady. I even showed up to a meeting 10 minutes early today so that I would have ample time to lower myself into a chair without having anyone stare at me in my pained state. It has been so, so laughable. But, in a way, it kind of inspires me to do more. It's like my boss said--the pain feels good because it lets me know what muscles I haven't been using for so long. Let's just say there are a lot of them. I guess you don't use too many muscles flipping through channels and watching marathons of Flavor of Love. Who knew?
So I am much in pain, and slightly hungry. My body still hasn't gotten used to the reduced caloric intake, but I am looking forward to the day that it does. I almost broke and had a Joe Joe cookie this afternoon, because I'm thinking, "It's organic--how bad can it be?" One cookie is like 70 calories! One freaking cookie! I never knew. And not that that's a bad thing--I would just rather, if I am going to eat 70 calories of something yummy, have a miniscule piece of awesome Brie or something like that. Not. A. Processed. Cookie. But anyway, whatever. I am fixing salads for supper tonight, and I bought myself the most divine Dutch bleu cheese. I figure if I can only have a little, it better be good.
On to things that do not involve my digestive system...today a student came in, and while he was waiting on his interview, I just started a little conversation. I'm finalizing orientation right now, so it's mega-stressful, and I needed a break. Somehow we started talking about writing, and I mentioned that I am only working in my job until I can actually support myself with a writing gig (which will be a long time--my last "take" from a lit mag was $50 and three copies of the mag) . He goes, "Oh, yeah, I'm a writer too." So I get all interested, because I love talking to other writers (side note: my aesthetician is a writer too, so when I go for a bikini wax, it is almost pleasurable to get to talk to her. This is weird, I know). So I say, "Well, what kind of writing do you do?" And he goes, "Oh, all kinds of stuff, but I like to do fanfic." So I'm thinking, "What the hell is that?" but I suddenly remember this INCREDIBLY, PAINFULLY geeky girl I used to work with ages ago (well, not that long ago if you read this blog regularly--he he) who did that and how she wrote about Star Trek or something and how we all used to make fun of her (ah, memories of the midget priest!). I immediately think, "Oh, so you're not a REAL writer."
This brings me to my next phases of Back To Morgan. Turns out, I'm not so much a REAL writer either. I have an 80 page novella on both my work and home computer, but I haven't worked on it in ages. My last short story was written quite a while ago, and was no where near the quality that I wanted it to be. And I can't tell you the last time that I had a great idea that I was truly excited about. So, I need to get back in the swing of things. I need to write so that I'm a better person. Which brings me to...
I need to be a better person. I need to stop differentiating between "Real Writers" and "Nerdy, Geeky People Who Need to Get Laid in the Worst Way." I need to stop reading other people's blogs so that I can feel better about my own life. I need to stop making snarky comments about people who haven't found their way yet. I need...
Oh, screw it. That's not going to happen. I have a much better chance of writing the great American novel than I do of stopping the snark. Sad, but true.
So anyway, I'm a bitch, but if you care, here are the Back To Morgan Daycaps.
Today's Outfit: black Michael by Michael Kors pants (I usually wear these on Wednesday's to coincide with Project Runway day, but they're really comfy, and I need comfy today), purple double layer Tara Jarmon for Target tank, floral Tara Jarmon for Target trench coat, black round toe Aldo flats (see, the pain was so bad I wore flats...seriously, it's that bad).
Let me just interrupt to say, I love the Go International line at Target. I heart it with a ferocity that is only eclipsed by my love for cheese and VH1. I have quite a few pieces from each collection. But I have yet to buy any of the Paul and Joe stuff. Not that I haven't wanted to. In fact, I am thinking of buying the hoot-owl bag I saw online the other day. I'll keep you posted. But just know, if you want cheap and chic, Go International is the way to do it up right.
Today's Makeup: BareMinerals foundation and mineral veil, Benefit Dallas blush (LOVES IT), Sonia Kashuk eye shadow in neutral territory (applied with my new Sonia Kashuk brush set--thanks, Mom!), Benefit Bad Gal Lash, Benefit Lip Gloss in Rave Reviews.
Today's purchases: None. I paid the PG&E bill and it depressed me. So I didn't buy anything today. Not even a coffee. It's a wonder I'm functional at this point.
In tomorrow's edition: Morgan goes to a sexual harassment training! Won't that be fun! (I'm serious. Three "team leaders" in my office have to go. I thought it was cool to be a leader, until I found out that I'm going to a sexual harassment training. In a Holiday Inn. Is that not paradoxical on some level? )
So I am much in pain, and slightly hungry. My body still hasn't gotten used to the reduced caloric intake, but I am looking forward to the day that it does. I almost broke and had a Joe Joe cookie this afternoon, because I'm thinking, "It's organic--how bad can it be?" One cookie is like 70 calories! One freaking cookie! I never knew. And not that that's a bad thing--I would just rather, if I am going to eat 70 calories of something yummy, have a miniscule piece of awesome Brie or something like that. Not. A. Processed. Cookie. But anyway, whatever. I am fixing salads for supper tonight, and I bought myself the most divine Dutch bleu cheese. I figure if I can only have a little, it better be good.
On to things that do not involve my digestive system...today a student came in, and while he was waiting on his interview, I just started a little conversation. I'm finalizing orientation right now, so it's mega-stressful, and I needed a break. Somehow we started talking about writing, and I mentioned that I am only working in my job until I can actually support myself with a writing gig (which will be a long time--my last "take" from a lit mag was $50 and three copies of the mag) . He goes, "Oh, yeah, I'm a writer too." So I get all interested, because I love talking to other writers (side note: my aesthetician is a writer too, so when I go for a bikini wax, it is almost pleasurable to get to talk to her. This is weird, I know). So I say, "Well, what kind of writing do you do?" And he goes, "Oh, all kinds of stuff, but I like to do fanfic." So I'm thinking, "What the hell is that?" but I suddenly remember this INCREDIBLY, PAINFULLY geeky girl I used to work with ages ago (well, not that long ago if you read this blog regularly--he he) who did that and how she wrote about Star Trek or something and how we all used to make fun of her (ah, memories of the midget priest!). I immediately think, "Oh, so you're not a REAL writer."
This brings me to my next phases of Back To Morgan. Turns out, I'm not so much a REAL writer either. I have an 80 page novella on both my work and home computer, but I haven't worked on it in ages. My last short story was written quite a while ago, and was no where near the quality that I wanted it to be. And I can't tell you the last time that I had a great idea that I was truly excited about. So, I need to get back in the swing of things. I need to write so that I'm a better person. Which brings me to...
I need to be a better person. I need to stop differentiating between "Real Writers" and "Nerdy, Geeky People Who Need to Get Laid in the Worst Way." I need to stop reading other people's blogs so that I can feel better about my own life. I need to stop making snarky comments about people who haven't found their way yet. I need...
Oh, screw it. That's not going to happen. I have a much better chance of writing the great American novel than I do of stopping the snark. Sad, but true.
So anyway, I'm a bitch, but if you care, here are the Back To Morgan Daycaps.
Today's Outfit: black Michael by Michael Kors pants (I usually wear these on Wednesday's to coincide with Project Runway day, but they're really comfy, and I need comfy today), purple double layer Tara Jarmon for Target tank, floral Tara Jarmon for Target trench coat, black round toe Aldo flats (see, the pain was so bad I wore flats...seriously, it's that bad).
Let me just interrupt to say, I love the Go International line at Target. I heart it with a ferocity that is only eclipsed by my love for cheese and VH1. I have quite a few pieces from each collection. But I have yet to buy any of the Paul and Joe stuff. Not that I haven't wanted to. In fact, I am thinking of buying the hoot-owl bag I saw online the other day. I'll keep you posted. But just know, if you want cheap and chic, Go International is the way to do it up right.
Today's Makeup: BareMinerals foundation and mineral veil, Benefit Dallas blush (LOVES IT), Sonia Kashuk eye shadow in neutral territory (applied with my new Sonia Kashuk brush set--thanks, Mom!), Benefit Bad Gal Lash, Benefit Lip Gloss in Rave Reviews.
Today's purchases: None. I paid the PG&E bill and it depressed me. So I didn't buy anything today. Not even a coffee. It's a wonder I'm functional at this point.
In tomorrow's edition: Morgan goes to a sexual harassment training! Won't that be fun! (I'm serious. Three "team leaders" in my office have to go. I thought it was cool to be a leader, until I found out that I'm going to a sexual harassment training. In a Holiday Inn. Is that not paradoxical on some level? )
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