Every Monday morning, I print out my Outlook calendar.
I know. Who’s all but defeating the purpose of technology? That’d be me. Whatever. I have my reasons. One of them being that I find electronic calendars way too abstract and I need to write down my appointments to remember them.
I also still need that little song to remember how many days hath September. But nobody’s perfect.
Anyway, the first thing I do (even before I ever figure out where I need to be for which meeting or who I’ve got to call and for what reason) is ink-in the week’s social events in red at the top of every day. You know, because a girl has got to have something to look forward to, lest she stab herself to death with a number two pencil during one of those aforementioned meetings. So this morning, I got out my red pen and started markin’ away. And now I’m tired.
I’m tired and I haven’t even gone out yet.
I’m tired and I haven’t gone out straight from work, had too many cocktails, stumbled home drunk, filled the cat’s water dish with science diet, fallen asleep face down in my pillow, awakened in a smudge of drool and mascara and hit the snooze button seven times. Yet.
But that’s what’s in store for me.
Sarah says this means I am the most popular girl in school. With four exclamation points. But I think what it really means is that, like me, all of my friends are solar powered. A change of the season, a tilt of the earth on its axis and suddenly we all can’t wait to stay out too late on a school night drinking, making plans we may very well never keep and inside jokes that were probably never funny, and not regretting it one bit the next morning.
I am so there.
Except on Thursday. Because I’m already like, totally double booked.
I *so* remember what this was like– pre child. And damn. I don’t regret a thing.
Now if I can only get a sitter on a week night.
Ooh, I’ll babysit!
This makes me miss college! Being home for the summer in my tiny little hometown leaves me with no red-inked events.
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I loooove that song (the month song) I use it all the time!
Thirty days hath September,
April, June and November.
All the rest have 31,
except for February,
which has 28 or 29.
(The last part is kind of lame meter- and rhyme-wise.)
The only thing that would make it even that much better would be to have your parents peeking out of the window as you’re kissing on some really hot guy on the front doorstep!
I am sooo long overdue for a drunken night of fun! I could use a sitter too. Get a few more and you could totally rake in some major money.
I wish! My Outlook is instead entirely populated by classes, deadlines, papers, tests, applications to be filled out, work to be done, and appointments to keep. Maybe one day I’ll finally have a degree and I can PLAY!!! Just in case, play a little for me too!
Sounds like fun! I’m prematurely old at 26. All I do is work, clean house, and hang with the bf. I can’t remember the last time I was drunk.
Sad? You betcha.
How sad is this? I know the rest of the song…
All the rest have 31,
except February,
which has 4 and 24
and leap year gives it
one day more!
(yep, the rhyme is screwed up)
I’ve heard the last two lines as:
…February.
And that has 28 days clear,
and 29 in each Leap Year!
Sad, but it never failed me. Now if only I could learn the 50 States song…
Long time lurker -
30 days hath september
april june and november when short february’s done
all the rest have 31
oh. and i always thought it was 30 day HAS sept.
Me too! I color code my actual Outlook – social event are yellow; family obligations are blue; work items red. So guess what color predominates when it’s a “good” week
I never learnt that song. I always followed the knuckles. Bumps are 31 and valleys are 30 (but February is special).
Hi, I’m new to this blog and it is certainly fascinating…what is it you work as? I’ve always wanted to be a writer but am uncertain of how to go about it! WHatever happened to Rob? Was there a part 4?
This little blurb is a nice change from its predecessor, “The Guns N Roses Blog of Death” Great use of the word “hath” although I am slightly sad that the word “wroth” was not used. But that’s my issue, Dad never took me to the Ren Fair.
I always heard …
all the rest of 31,
save February which has 28,
and leap year gives it 29.
Double booked? I think I’m insulted. Just for that I should bring a moody friend that you won’t like.
I am the same way. I print out my outlook calendar and then write in everything for work– I love that song. It keeps everything in order.
My sisters finally went back home today, after invading my apartment for three weeks. I hadn’t seen them in over three years and now that they’re gone you have to see my ‘ojeras’ (sorry don’t know how to say that in English) Partying until early hours on a ‘school night’ for three weeks… I just can’t do it anymore. I swear I had more Red Bull these past weeks that I’ve ever had my entire life.
Ps. When do we get together for early drinks after work???
RosaBella – I think “ojeras” might be “bags under the eyes.” Just a guess but it seems right from the circumstances you’re describing.
Yep, that’s it, thatâs what I have! I look like a Raccoon (That might have explained it better!) Thanks anyways! Fish knows my English gets stuck sometimes.
The cat won’t mind that there was food but no water in the water bowl. If, that is, the toilet lid is up. One of our six cats actually seems to prefer toilet water. Must be tastier, somehow
sigh. and here i feel like norma no mates. not a social plan in sight.
Norma no mates! I love it!
Does this mean we’re not going to the junior prom together anymore?
My mom said she’d drive us and everything.
What high school junior can’t drive himself?? So sad, Goldy. So sad.
I’m not allowed to have the station wagon out past sundown, is all.
I need printed out paper calendars as well…though I have every gadgetry imaginable to do it electronically. I just LIKE writing it down, it reminds me that I actually have hand writing.
I print mine out, too, but mostly so I can cross things out with Sharpie when I’m done. It’s just so…satisfying.
Does that make me a giant loser?
after feeling really sorry for myself after reading your blog (it’s not you, it’s me!) i went out with the ex for a glass of wine. big mistake. no surprises there. went home and bawled my eyes out. pity party continues.
I work three jobs and still go out and get smashed and hook up with ……. some guys even if i am doubled booked i still make time to go out with whoever i havae made plans with. i dont regret anything even if something is really bad i look at it and laugh and say i still got my whole life to live so not time to waste it now
Congratulations?