Thursday Things

1. After almost three full weeks of running around like a chicken with my head cut off, I finally had a low key weekend. I went to a few workout classes and did some preliminary price/inventory checking at a bunch of stores for new snow boots (since mine cracked, making them a bit ineffective), but by and large I spent my weekend in sweatpants in bed, and it was GLORIOUS. I haven’t felt rested and relaxed in quite some time, and it was so, so nice to have all the time in the world (plus an extra hour!) to chill. Thank you, Halloween, for giving me the perfect excuse to stay home all weekend.

2. Friday’s weather was vile, and I spent my trip home from my workout class that afternoon dreaming about what I’d have for dinner. The rainy/snowy, cold and windy weather had me craving grilled cheese and tomato soup. We didn’t have any tomato soup in the apartment, though, and we were one can of stewed tomatoes short of having enough for me to make homemade tomato soup, but since there was no WAY I was going outside just for a can of tomato soup and/or stewed tomatoes, I subsisted on grilled cheese instead.


Can I brag about how proud I am of my grilled cheese sandwich? I used to be the WORST at making grilled cheese — they always ended up as burnt disasters because I had zero patience. Low and slow is the name of the game here, people. Works like a charm.

I also made a mug cake for the first time in a few years and was woefully underwhelmed, even though I added chocolate chips and caramel. Mug cakes just never taste as good as the real thing, and as far as I’m concerned when it comes to dessert, it’s much more rewarding to have the real thing than a mediocre substitute. Oh well.


2. I keep a daily journal, and last Thursday I filled my most recent journal. I had a couple extras on hand (stored way, way under my bed — trying to retrieve them proved to be QUITE the adventure!) that I thought were empty, but apparently a much younger Bethany had gotten her hands on these things many, many years ago.


Bahahahahaha. Though I now date my entries, apparently I didn’t do that when I was much younger, so I don’t know when this is from (though if I had to guess, I’d say first grade [1996-1997], based on the fact that I had tuna for lunch. At some point in first grade, I swallowed one of the pickle pieces in the tuna salad on my sandwich the wrong way, FREAKED OUT, and from that point on refused to eat tuna salad for YEARS. I think. I remember nearly choking, and I remember that was in first grade, and I think I then refused to eat tuna honestly until like middle or high school. But I don’t remember when my parents started asking me what I wanted in my lunch–if that always happened, or if that didn’t happen until I was a little older–so it’s possible this was some time after first grade). ANYWAY. I find my inventive spelling (I believe “Liveing and trit” in the bottom right corner is meant to be “Leaving and treat”), less-than-stellar letter formation (I believe the “t” in “etersizes” is actually an “x,” and the “a” in “play fan gams” is actually a “u”), attention to detail (“Lunch (12:o5)”), and vague descriptors (“Cool liveing”…what does that even mean??) to be hilarious.

Finding this was also a good reminder of why I keep a daily journal. I started doing this in September 2001, so I’ve built up a bit of a collection of filled journals over the past 13+ years. While I appreciate that it gives me a safe place to vent, or even just record my daily happenings, even more than that I’ve found keeping a daily journal gives me a LOT of perspective. Inevitably, things that seemed like THE END OF THE WORLD at the time turned out to not be the end of the world, and it’s nice to have a tangible record of that (and a tangible record to see how my life has changed in ways I never could have dreamed it would. I think blogging serves this purpose as well.).

3. I’ve been toying with the idea of doing NaNoWriMo again this year, but I’m feeling uninspired, which is not really the best way to feel when one sets out to write a novel. I have no direction, no plan, no vague story idea whatsoever. I wrote a little bit on Saturday to start things off on the right foot (the write foot…? 😀 teehee), but…meh. Part of me thinks it’s silly to do NaNoWriMo if I’m not feeling gung-ho about writing, but another part of me knows that if I sit around waiting for inspiration to strike, I’ll never write another creative word in my life. Then, of course, there’s the third part of me that wonders if I’m even interested in writing anymore, since I haven’t written creatively in years and haven’t really wanted to write creatively for years…but maybe that’s just my ongoing quarterlife crisis talking. When do these things end, anyway?

4. I would just like to publicly acknowledge my extreme guilt and shame over not voting in Tuesday’s midterm elections. I had a spotless voting record from the time I turned 18 until I moved to Chicago (I even voted in school board elections, you guys — I was THAT dedicated to the democratic process), and then I kinda let things slip by the wayside and voted absentee for important things like the presidential election in 2012 and…then…yeah. I couldn’t justify casting an absentee ballot in Michigan this year since I, you know, haven’t lived there for over two years, and I delayed and delayed on registering to vote in Illinois, and when I finally got around to it, it was too late. (I do realize I could’ve registered to vote on-site at a couple locations on Tuesday, but that would have likely required taking the day off work, and apparently I’m more dedicated to not taking vacation days than I am to the democratic process.) Anyway, even though my one measly vote wouldn’t have made a decisive change one way or the other in anything, I still feel terrible that I didn’t vote at all, and I’m sorry, Founding Fathers and especially Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Lucy Stone and Lucretia Mott and everyone else involved in the women’s suffrage movement, for not exercising the right you all fought very hard to make sure I had 😦 I’M SORRY AND I FEEL AWFUL AND I’LL NEVER, EVER, EVER SKIP AN ELECTION AGAIN UNLESS I’M DYING, I PROMISE. Because I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so ashamed of myself as I did on Tuesday when people asked me if I voted and I had to say, “No, I didn’t, because I’m lazy.” UGHGHGHGHGHGHGH.

Did you have a good Halloween?
Did you keep a diary when you were younger? (Or keep one now?)
Did you vote? i.e., can I vicariously live through you and assuage my guilt that way? Haha 😛

14 thoughts on “Thursday Things

  1. I posted a comment, but it apparently didn’t publish….so:
    Your journal is adorable! When my family was moving a few years back we discovered my old journals from elementary school and they were also silly and random, and like breaking a code. Rereading more recently old journals though is also always fun and insightful isn’t it? I mean looking back on who you were 13 years ago is epic.

    • Your first comment came through but needed approval for some reason…maybe you used a different email address? Whatever — we’ll just use this one 🙂

      Haha, thanks! I think my journals from middle and high school in particular (and college, especially in my first couple of years) are really remarkable to read. I was always SO STRESSED about how much work I had to do, but no matter how overwhelmed I felt, I always got everything done. I think that’s a really helpful reminder!

  2. You know, you’ve lived here long enough you should probably get at LEAST an Illinois state ID card. And when you get that you can register to vote and cross two things off the list at once 🙂 (P.S. Yes, I voted. I even took advantage of the Illinois law that let’s me take off work to do it because my work hours qualify me!)

    • I knooowwwwwwwwwwww. It’s just such a HASSLE. I’ll have to take a day off work, and trek out to God knows where because only certain Secretary of State offices let you get your first Illinois license, which is what I’d get before a state ID card, since my Michigan license expires next year anyway. So I WILL get an IL license…I’m just putting it off as long as possible because I don’t want to deal with it. Also, Illinois licenses are ugly, and Michigan licenses are pretty, which maybe is a silly reason to put off getting an Illinois license…but I LIKE my Michigan license! And they’re going to take it away from me when I get an Illinois one 😦 Life is hard.

  3. I keep a daily journal too! It honestly has helped me sleep better and feel better overall – I often refer to it as my personal pensieve, haha.

    You should do NaNo! I’m doing it, and it’s not too late to start at all. I’ll give you a first sentence, and you can go from there 🙂

    • Hooray journals! I also find it really helpful to get everything out on paper before I go to bed.

      Maybe I’ll do it…I may not win, but I don’t think winning is *really* the point of NaNo anyway. I think the point is to force you to write something–ANYTHING–and I could use a good kick in the pants in that department.

  4. Cute post.
    Boo to snow last Friday – so early!!!
    I love grilled cheese sandwiches – not sure why I don’t make them more often.
    And, I did not vote – I have several reasons but basically I just didn’t.

  5. Hahaha that old journal is gold!! I love finding things from my childhood. As much as I *think* I remember the kind of young girl I was, I’m always surprised at how I used to think and view the world. Gold I tell ya…

    I didn’t vote 😦 I’m not registered in NY and so I failed at being a good citizen.

    • Hahaha I’m glad I’m not the only unregistered bad citizen out there 😛

      Isn’t it funny how we don’t really notice ourselves changing until we go back and look at something from a long time ago? There are very few moments in my life where I can point out “I was this was at x time and then that way at y time,” but then going back and looking at stuff from when I was younger shows I’ve changed a LOT more than I realized. Not to mention my spelling has improved by leaps and bounds 😛

  6. Hahaha I saw the photo before I read what you said about it being a younger-Bethany and I legitimately thought that was your handwriting. No judgment but WHOA that would’ve been crazy haha. I had a zillion journals growing up and every time I open one to walk down memory lane I end up SO embarrassed at myself!

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