Just another Winona

Well, lots of excitement for a Tuesday. Around 1pm, I made the decision to watch Little Women for the upteenth time, hoping I would be able to sustain my exercise routine (see: riding leisurely on a stationary bike) through the duration of the film. I was unsuccessful (see: sobbing at Beth's "I'm-not-afraid-to-die" scene in unmatched pajamas was a huge blow to my glamorous workout facade), but I burned over 100 stationary bike calories, so that's something. Also, I am consistantly amazed at how emotionally invested I am in this particular movie. I never understand why Jo would refuse Laurie's proposal to start with (although she makes up for it by getting with Friedrich -- "your heart understood mine" -- who wouldn't fall for that line??), but even further than that, why Jo is okay with Amy marrying Laurie in the end?! I certainly wouldn't give my blessing to an annoying little sister who burned all my original manuscripts, stole my dream of Europe and eloped with my best friend and faux-former-fiance. "Well, I had it on good authority that our Teddy would never love another" is really code for "Sure, take my leftovers, bitch.. and at least I have one cool sister." Maybe it's because I secretly see myself as Josephine March. I mean, I write by candlelight, have a sister, am becoming more naturally brunette each day, and would totally chop my hair to by a train ticket for my mom so that she could see my wounded Civil War veteran father. The similarities are decidedly uncanny.

/LW diatribe.

Adding to the thrill of the afternoon was a friend calling me (!) to ask me to leave my house (!) and meet him at Qdoba (oohhhh really, Qdoba? but this was looking so promising). Normally I would've gone regardless of destination (the walls of my house have begun to suck away my soul, and leaving is the only chance of recovering small portions of it), but I also had to take into account the time sensitive issue at hand (he wanted to meet in one hour). Alright, so, a math lesson, if you will: time it takes to shower and look presentable/impressive + 25min drive to Qdoba > 1 hour. So I declined, and we rescheduled for Thursday, where I have made a high-priority note in my Google calendar to shower at least 16 hours beforehand. It's hard being a rockstar.

Lastly, I have decided to be proactive in my search for freelance work. Since months of experimentation has proven that it does not, in fact, come to me, I am on the hunt. Well, okay, maybe not hunt. I don't want to spend countless hours freezing my ass off in a tree stand dressed in Obnoxious Orange, waiting for editing work to frolic my way only to shoot it in the gut and later pose by the corpse for a new Facebook pic. No, I take a more metal-detector-on-the-beach approach. I'm a sweeper. It's a talent.

Here's hoping for a beep.