Lise is doing this challenge, which seemed like fun so I thought I’d join.
While I have no concerns what so ever about spamming your feed (Hello, Captain Obvious here, how can I help you?), since October is already well on its way and since I’ve got posts planned for..well most days to be honest, it’s going to be a weekly affair.
Today we’re going through 1–7.
ONE. October goals
I don’t do goals. I am severely uninterested in competition and thusly goals. You have no idea the extent to which the line WE’RE GOING NOWHERE appeals to me. I’m just pure impulse. No, it’s not great. But you know, people don’t change (Nick Cave says, so it must be true); I’ve long since accepted that this is who I am.
Not that I’m not aware I should have goals, I’m sure I should structure my workouts, work on finding a job that doesn’t bore the life out of me, drink less tea, practice mindfulness, just make a goddamn effort in all sorts of areas in order to reach one destination or another…but what’s the fun in that?
Today is Sunday, this is my standard uniform for weekends:
leggings // over-sized tee // over knee socks + warmer pair socks
THREE. Story behind my blog name
Weeellll..to paraphrase one of my fave bands when asked about their name; it leaves all doors open. If they wanted to start crooning, they could. I.e., if I wake up tomorrow and feel the urge to croon, I could. Or you know, write about people who croon. It’s just a name with no particular connotations.
…let’s pretend it wasn’t just pure lack of imagination. And lack of goal. Do I have to specify I’ve pretty much no idea what I’m doing? I have no idea what I’m doing. OK. There.
FOUR. Who inspires you
Lots of people inspire me all the time. Because I’m easily distracted and excel at the art of being a fangirl.
Currently, a main inspiration is Roxane Gay. I’ve just read her Bad Feminist and I find her ideas and writing truly inspiring. Almost makes me want to embark on an academic career. Almost. What stops me: knowing that with this type of writing that I do, you’re not meant for academia. Also, kinda think you need to be goal oriented to do academia. ALSO, just spoke to someone doing a licentiate this very week, he wasn’t exactly raving about it.
Getting off track as per usual…
In general, I’m quite inspired by people who dare to be different and who have a bit of a oh fuck it attitude. Oh and bitter and angry feminists in general. They are my heroes, the lot of them.
FIVE. 5 things about you
- I have the worst blood circulation; I live in a pretty much constant state of freezing.
- I live in fear of people with social skills trying to engage me in conversation. Social morons like myself is fine; I can carry on a conversation with people like that. Mostly. But with people who expect certain things out of a conversation, I’m just going to disappoint, making one and all uncomfortable. They’ve got themselves to blame tho, there is nothing about me that reads open for conversation.
- You know when you call some sort of service function and you get to talk to someone who’s positively hostile and you’re left wondering just WTF that person is doing working there? Yeah. Hi. That’s me.
- I’m deeply offended by the following assumptions:
- That I drink coffee.
- That I don’t eat bread (i.e. trying to avoid carbs and for the record NO, I ♥ carbs).
- That I like Disturbed. Or Metallica for that matter.
- That Pinterest thinks I’m interested in Johnny Depp. I’m sure he’s a lovely fellow, but he’s as irrelevant to me as I am to him, you know? Now give me pics of ppl in metalbands! Or at least Oli Sykes. Please?
- That I don’t know In Flames. I ♥ In Flames, OK?
- I still dream of having TRez’s shoulder muscles, you know, the ones in the Hurt video. It’s not a goal; is a completely unrealistic dream.
SIX. Thankful Thursday
I find this being thankful thing quite difficult. It’s too positive. I’m not overly fond of positive. I much prefer bitter and negative; shocking right?! You never saw that coming, never heard it before.
Also. Who am I supposed to thank, really?
Let’s just say. At this moment in time, I feel fortunate that I am in a position to lead a fairly comfortable life, that I’m happy with where I’m living, that my work allows me time off at any sort of random time, which enables me to see bands play. I also feel fortunate that I don’t consider the fact that I’m really too old for this type behavior a problem at all.
Again, who am I thanking? The Fates..? I’d be OK with the Fates.
SEVEN. A day in life
GOOD MORNING. Matching my socks with me eye make; giving the terrible shorts another shot at proving themselves. POSITIVE my neighbors are thrilled about my choice of music at this hour, starting the day with some Architects; Alpha Omega.
ON THE BUS. Last few pages of Roxane Gay + The Amity Affliction keeps me company.
BREAKFAST. At work. What a sad affair. But hey, I’ve got raspberries, banana and a cup of good herbal. Listening to Editors.
SLOW START. Trying to get some proofing done. Giving Helios a go. It’s not bad.
STARING AT CREDIT TRANSFER. You want to transfer credits from the course you’re currently taking to well, the course you’re currently taking. YOU CAN’T TRANSFER CREDITS ON THE SAME COURSE. How am I the only person getting that?!!?? Course coordinator already OK:ed the application so now I’m going to have to sort this shit out. Playlist returned to default and is playing me Architects again.
MIXING TEA, WAITING FOR TEXT TO PROOF. First cup of the day (herbal doesn’t count). This corner of my desk, it’s the focal point of my workday. Gawd the exciting life I lead. Playlist has found me some of the Editor’s latest release. Will have to make an effort soon.
LUNCH. What will it be!?! Exciting! Grabbed the last frozen meal I had in my freezer no idea what it is. Fingers crossed it’s not just chickpeas.
Score! Roasted broccoli, pureed aubergine, kidney beans and pasta. Spent rest of lunch hour searching HappyCow for places to eat in Gothenburg.
AFTERNOON. No internet, more tea, message from person with text that it’s not coming after all (editing is taking longer than expected he says, me: really), listening to Balance & Composure, because a certain singer in a certain band just tweeted that they were good. It’s a bit of hit and miss, sometimes he’s spot on sometimes…we just don’t have the same taste at all. This is not bad, but for the time being, I’ve got other preferences.
The afternoon wasn’t completely wasted, found a recipe for bean pesto. Bean pesto! Genius stuff. Not that I’m going to follow a recipe, but I’ll do something similar.
LEFT WORK EARLY. Had taken stock of my knits the night before and decided that I could use a couple more. Threw some money at a store that wasn’t H&M for a change.
BUS HOME. Liv Strömquist’s latest comic book keeping me company. Might have been some more listening to a certain band starting with an A. Starting to feel like a guilty pleasure it is.
FORCED MYSELF TO MAKE DINNER. This week has been impossible. Dinner has been raw veggies + Ryavita all week because cooked meal, who can stand it!? Today my brain was all about the peas. It wanted nothing but peas. Finally convinced it pasta + peas + some asparagus + half an avocado and cabbage roasted in mustard was a good idea. The wine was also quite good.
CLEANING. Was a bit lazy and only cleaned half the apartment while listening to Thrice on loud, lifting weights in between.
WATCHED LAGGIES. And then I was off to bed.
PS. If anyone knows why it’s called Laggies and/or what that means, feel free to inform me. I’m. Confused.