Oprah and I have a lot in common. We both have dangerously high self esteem. We both ignore the fact that singing your point, arms spread aloft, is maybe not the most socially acceptable communicative strategy. And we both make international declarations of our recently scheduled plans to engage in frivolous and self-aggrandizing activities.
Welcome to December 2010, tentative new name: Fuck-it-let’s-do-it.
I’m tired of the monotony, the negativity, the work with little fun, and maybe also because I have mono. Who knows? So this December I plan to spice things up by capitulating to my impulsive, humdrum, asinine inclinations. And now, of course, is the perfect time for this exercise in self pampering and whimsical desires. It is only appropriate that I decide to de-prioritize when my workload hits its greatest pitch. Fuck it. I’m ready to challenge myself, my work ethic, and my sense of success with the least arduous stuff out there: mundane pleasures.
Fuck-it-let’s-do-it 1st:
Daria the Movie: Is it College Yet? Multitasking. Test writing and movie watching. Take that, desk work! Released the same year I graduated high school. Oh, MTV, thank you for bringing me back to a time I love and hate to revisit.
Singing in the Shower. Sorry roommates, if you don’t like Bill Withers, Martha Reeves, and Smokey Robinson gargled at maximum volume then you can get the fuck out.
Stream table. There’s nothing like forcing your undergraduate students to play in a watery sand box with you while extolling its educational value and demanding that they build the mountain higher. We will flood this town and you will like it!
