Here we go again. Apparently, my blog posts will only be a weekly occurrence because I have neither the spare time during the week nor the titillating stories to warrant more frequent entries. If my writing herein seems distracted, know that it is because I am distracted. I'm simultaneously watching season 1 of Game of Thrones and blogging (no small feat, I assure you). This blog post is actually a much needed respite from reading the second book; my eyes are quite weary.
I suppose that I'll start with Game of Thrones, mainly because it is truly a work of art; I refer to both the TV series and the books. I started reading the first behemoth of a novel around mid-July, and since then I have been hooked. My sister recently showed me a nifty trick that got me started watching the HBO show as well. Apparently when you subscribe to HBO, you are entitled to watch pretty much anything the HBO airs whenever you want. It's called HBO Go and in essence it is a Netflix of higher television.
What to even say about the show? Well for starters there is a whole lot of sex/nudity. I'm honestly uncomfortable, sitting here, reclined on my bed with laptop on lap and GoT streaming. Thank the gods that headphones were invented or my parents would seriously be concerned about my life choices. However, there is an abundance of beautiful actors in this series (I'm looking at you, Jon Snow) which makes it even more enjoyable to watch (you go HBO!).
Now onto my life and its activities. I must begin with Friday. First of all, the newest employee at my office (hired a mere three days after I was) gave in her two weeks notice. I guess not everyone is cut out for the grueling and mentally exhausting work of your average dental office. Don't think for a second that I will be giving my notice anytime soon (barring the notice I have to give when I leave for the school year...), I am so unbelievably in love with dentistry and its stunning nuances that I could not imagine any other way to spend forty hours of my week than calling patient after patient to confirm their stupid appointments. Oh, the working world, how beautiful thou art.
Friday night is where the real story lies. My summer pops orchestra had its first concert that night, so after work I spiffed my concert shoes and set out for Riverhead. Naturally, this concert (as well as every other concert we have) was outside. If you know me at all you know that I hate outdoor concerts. They are a string player's bane, and yet every devoted musician finds himself playing outside at some point in time. Suffice it to say, that my bow is significantly worse for the wear thanks to Friday night. The concert itself was an absolute suck fest, for lack of a better word. Music that had not been well enough prepared, subpar musicians (myself included), a setting sun coupled with no source of light, a gusty wind, and mosquitos (oh the mosquitos) made for an unforgettable night. Frankly, I cannot wait for next Saturday when I get to do it all again! -_- [For all my friends out there, I apologize publicly for the surplus of meh faces in my recent texts/messages/snapchats. I'm on a 'meh' kick or something].
So now we arrive at Saturday. I had one objective for the entire day: get a new raincoat. I have gone too long without adequate protection from the elements and I decided enough was enough. Given my need, the mall seemed like the perfect place to head off to. Plus, I needed a new laundry holder (or hamper...) for school and Bed, Bath, and Beyond is right by the mall and they were having a sale (yay college stuff!). Now I don't want to overestimate my abilities, but I don't think it's a stretch to say that I could have been in and out of the mall within an hour, had I been alone. I was not alone. My mother insisted on coming with me (which I obviously didn't mind, even if I had to wait a solid hour and a half for her to finish getting ready). In addition to all of the stores that I went to, frantically searching for the elusive windbreaker, my mother dragged me to a few stores of her liking as well. Yankee. Candle. That's all I'm going to say. It's a tiny store that rarely ever changes merchandise, and yet we managed to spend no less that 45 (forty-five!) minutes there perusing the rows and rows of scented candles. I must say that I was disappointed by their selection (I am quite the candle connoisseur). Disappointed is too soft a word. Disgusted is more appropriate. For a store that purports to sell candles to make your home smell fresh and inviting, they have a lot of repulsive scents. [Man candles. I don't have to say any more.]. They did, however, have cookies and an iced tea of sorts for some special event they were hosting, so the diversion wasn't a total bust. I can happily report that after more than two solid hours walking the mall, I picked out a snazzy new jacket to add to my arsenal of clothing.
Sunday. Today! More than a month ago, my mother and I had a mother-son Blood Drive date (you don't have to say it, I know we're adorable). To incentivize the Blood Drive, free Mets tickets were being given out to all the donors. My mother and I snagged two tickets each because we're troopers and mustered up the courage to do a double unit donation. Needless to say, the tickets were for today's game. What a game it was. The excitement of a baseball game, especially a Mets game, falls somewhere between watching grass grow and watching paint dry. I was going to use "counting grains of sand on a beach", but as a rocks enthusiast I could find some joy in that. By the end of the game, I had probably watched solid fifteen minutes of ball playing. Between an email advertising a sale at the Gap and my fear of heights (we were in the nosebleed section), I found it difficult to pay attention to what was going on. The struggle was real.
I recently got my first peppers from my garden, which were served up in a delectable stir fry courtesy of my wonderful mother. See the beauties below and remain on the edge of your seats for my next post!
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