Thursday. 5.25.17 8:50 pm
I'm kind of glad that I didn't book my first hotel, right when I was 21. There's something gratifying about looking at all the hotels in the area we need to stay, spotting one with a rooftop pool, and not even considering the extra $20/night necessary to take a swim 25 storeys off the ground. Did I use a rewards program to get a discount, though? Hells yeah--I'm a salaried employee, not an idiot.
In a couple of weeks, R and I are going to be visiting friends, about fifty minutes north of my current location, and both of us are going to drink, and neither of us is ending up on a shitty air mattress that deflates around 4am. We are getting a taxi to our hotel room, where we can sleep in a king-size bed, wake up to a hot buffet breakfast, and then go for a swim in the fucking sky.
Special occasions are great, and deserve to be celebrated, but, holy crap, sometimes it feels so good to look forward to celebrating just for the sake of it.
Things, otherwise, are going fine. I've been trying to harness my wardrobe, lately, because everything else has steadied. It used to take somewhere around 40 minutes for me to put together enough outfits for a long weekend trip, and now it takes me somewhere in the ballpark of two; I'm convinced that this is the sign of an exceptional wardrobe--to be able to look at your clothes and know that everything matches with at least something, and there is at least one garment for every occasion.
R and I are good, steady. We had a rough patch, while he was dealing with some hard stuff, and we were fighting a lot because of that stress...but I'm all about seeing arguments/long-term issues/sniping as opportunities to strengthen our communication and conflict resolution skills. That's exactly how we handled it, and now we're more disgusting than ever.
Generally, things are very stable, and that's all I can ask for, right now. We're trying to buy some mountain land within the next five or so years, and I'm trying to get enough savings built up to pay less than $50/month on a compact SUV and still survive well beyond six months off of a salary...so stable is good. Sometimes, I ask myself if I might regret not spending more money on adventures during my twenties, but then I picture bathing in an enormous jacuzzi overlooking a remote lake, and I'm like,
a quick blog on books
Thursday. 12.1.16 9:40 pm
I'm devouring books, as of late.
The Night Circus is really fun as an audiobook; Jim Dale--the narrator for the Harry Potter series, too--does a spectacular job, but, sometimes, it's kind of weird when he tries to do voices for feminine characters. Either way, people say the book itself is insufferably dwindling...the audiobook moves so well, I hardly noticed. I think someone said the whole thing was thirteen hours, but it felt like maybe four.
OH, and I just read The Paper Magician, which, apparently, is being made into a movie? That's what R tells me. This book came as a result of my interest on Amazon in The Night Circus, so I don't just have a thing for books about magical worlds...once I like one book from a theme, though, I tend to pursue that theme, for a while. I read these two, and then the first two books of Harry Potter (can you believe I've never read those?) within the past two weeks, along with three novels outside of the theme, and I am STARVING for more Audible credits, more money to spend on Kindle books. The Paper Magician is in a trilogy, and the first book was free through Amazon Prime (btw, Amazon Prime now lets you read a buttload of books for free, with the one issue that many of these books are part of a series, all of which is not free. Pain), but the second one is $5, and I've promised myself that I won't waver even a step off my savings plan. I'm doing really well, and it's because I'm so strict with myself.
The Paper Magician is about this young magician-to-be, and she is bonded with only the ability to use magic on paper; everyone works like that--some can do glass, some metal, etc. etc. She has to become an apprentice to someone who is already a magician under that same medium...and then a bunch of stuff happens, all of that stuff being spoilers. It's good. I'm really loving my book intuition, lately; I returned my racist-ass, repetition-loving Lovecraft audiobook for The Night Circus on a whim (after deciding to return just for the sake of not wasting a credit, that is), and it worked out wonderfully...and, a few months ago, I found a book called Metro 2033 (post-apocalyptic Russian metro tunnels, super philosophical, downright unnerving) OUT OF NOWHERE, and it turned out to be a huge obsession for both myself and my S.O. ...AND his dad. His dad got into it, too. They made a video game, and they're making a movie; the guy who worked on Blade Runner is also working on this.
This is what I had time to say, but it isn't all I have going on by a long shot. For another time.
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Thursday. 10.20.16 9:12 pm
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