Well, I did not realize that Spring is set to begin tomorrow. Weird. More weird, because after a month of neglecting to clean *anything* in my apartment, I broke out spring cleaning mode this weekend. It’s like I knew it was coming. Dusted, vacuumed, washed the sheets, washed the dogs. Everything. I’m in the G’s on my mp3 collection, as I listen through for stuff not worth keeping. All the dirty dishes are still a work in progress but I should finish up tonight. Man, it already feels better. I apparently got myself in quite a slump there for awhile.

I haven’t written a real madwoman post in quite sometime so this evening felt as good a time as any. I watched The Holiday two days in a row this weekend. I enjoyed it that much. That moment Albert walks in to the auditorium made me cry…both times. You’ll know it when you see it. I think the rest of the movie could have completely sucked and I still would have loved it just by them showing a scene of one of my favorite movies ever, His Girl Friday. Classic.

So yes, I’ve been having quite a true quarter-life crisis for the past month (oh, who am i kidding…year), thus my random trip to San Fran, a last minute attempt to shake myself in to existence. It made it better & worse all at the same time. I loved being absolutely independent in a foreign city, but my loneliness sure bottomed out that first night, not at all helped by the rainy weather. But as I said in the previous post, I did fall in love with San Fran by the end, and I returned home to news of a potential job for me out there. Needless to say, it’s been quite the little crisis. It did force me to examine my ambitions.

Oh, and what spurred this post was the discovery of a Bright Eyes concert at Berkley in May, with supports Jim James, Oakley Hall, & Gillian Welch. I was ready to book the flight, but luckily, I happened to talk to my mom first and realized my sister’s graduation is that same weekend. Sure, she saved me some cash, but I just know Berkley & I could have been great friends.

I need to work in Europe so I can get those 2 months of vacation. So much exploring yet to do and I just feel like I’m running out of time.

But yes, my crisis is leveling out. Thanks for asking. I made some resolutions this weekend that should aid that cause if I can stick to them. But then, Carrie’s wedding is coming up and the bridesmaid dress she’s picked is probably going to give me an eating disorder & skin cancer. I so hate being a girl sometimes. This stuff seriously stresses me out. And the only thing that makes it worse is having to spend money on a dress that stresses me out. I miss having single girlfriends, but it seems I’m gonna save oodles of cash by befriending those already hitched. Sad but true.

In stressing out about this wedding, that’s obviously not even mine, I did dream up my ideal wedding scenario. Well, during a screening of some old Cary Grant or James Stewart film where one of them pops the question to some leading lady, a ring box will be handled over to me & the question whispered in my ear. Yes, part 1 is crucial to part 2. So the actual ceremony will be just us on some really tall hill in the scotland highlands. We’ll be in 40s garb, me in some casual sundress and he in a suit & fedora. Some local minister with an accent so thick we giggle and ask him to repeat every word will conduct the business, all while some bagpipes are playing off in the distance. And when it’s over, we’ll walk down the hill and have some pints at the pub. Pssh, yeah, that’s how I roll. And yes, I feel like such a girl for even typing that scenario, but I might need to reference this someday…maybe….not likely.

Along with my cleaning frenzy, I’ve taken up to playing Wii again and so my arms are completely sore from baseball. I was doing so well at keeping it up. Maybe I can fall back in to habit.

That’s enough rambling for now. How I Met Your Mother is on and I feel like some laughs.