1. I had absolutely zero plans or obligations for Memorial Day weekend, and it was great. I had a very ambitious to-do list going into the weekend that I thought I would never possibly get through, but I made it through everything! Well, I guess I left a small portion of my room uncleaned that I meant to clean, but it’s such a small area that I can easily tackle that in a couple minutes later on. I was worried about not getting through the big things (cleaning my closet, cleaning my dresser, getting ahead on blogging), but all of those things are finished, and I’m so pleased 🙂
2. Because cleaning is made one billion times better when it is both cleaning and a singalong, I listened to a fair amount of music over the weekend. Or at least, that was my intention. I did listen to the entire Hamilton soundtrack, and my plan after that was to listen to the entire Dear Evan Hansen soundtrack. Instead, somehow–and I truly could not tell you how this happened–I stumbled across full episodes of Lizzie McGuire on YouTube, and, well…
I binged through six episodes of Lizzie McGuire over the weekend, and man, that show has stood up to the test of time! I really thought that, now that it’s been 13 years since the series finale (*insert sputtering about how I’m old here*), that I’d go back and watch it and be like, “Whoa. This is WAY worse than I remembered.” But it’s not! It’s still really good! A little corny, maybe, with the life lesson learned in each episode sort of thing, but the characters aren’t caricatures, some of the lines are still really funny, and overall I think it’s just a really quality TV show, even at 26!
Cleaning makes me nostalgic, because inevitably I find things I didn’t know I still had, so, as my recently watched list shows, I spent a fair amount of time pretending it was still the ’00s over Memorial Day. Nostalgia’s a weird emotion, that’s for sure. Listening to old songs and watching old TV shows made me want nothing more than to go back in time to 2003, but man, given the actual opportunity to be 13 years old again, I don’t think there’s enough money in the world to convince me to do that. Being a teenager was hardly a pleasant experience for me (is it for anyone? Other than maybe the most popular people in school?), and I have to say, overall I’ve substantially preferred my 20s to my teens. But man, give me some Miley Cyrus and all of a sudden I’m wishing I were in high school again.
On a somewhat related note, you may see that one of my recently viewed videos is Malibu. Guys. I’m am all aboard the Miley Cyrus post-crazy train. I love Malibu. I think it’s her best song yet, by far, and if the rest of her album turns out like Malibu, I can’t wait for it to come out. Also, apparently she re-recorded/updated The Climb for her new album? YES PLEASE. Man, that was my jam the summer after my freshman year of college.
(Oh, and I did eventually get around to listening my way through Dear Evan Hansen. By which I mean sobbing my way through. I swear, the more I listen to that soundtrack, the sadder and sadder it gets. I desperately want to see the show, but I don’t know how I could, since I’m sure I’d be crying pretty much the entire time.)
3. In my cleaning, I discovered my collection of orphaned socks under my dresser. I hang onto orphaned running socks when I first discover they’ve lost their partner just in case I missed the other sock somewhere in the laundry and it turns up the next time I wash my clothes. Needless to say, none of these guys’ companions ever reappeared. But can we discuss this for a second??
I have nearly every brand of running sock under the sun: Injinji, Feetures, Softsole, SwiftWicks, probably others as well. Why does my dryer god only accept Balegas as sacrifices?? This makes no sense to me at all. Granted, I probably have more Balegas than other brands of running socks in my collection, but every. single. time! My dryer doesn’t even eat my plain cotton white socks! Only Balegas! Clearly, it has very exclusive taste in socks.
Does your dryer eat socks?
What makes you nostalgic? This weekend, I learned that, in addition to music and TV shows, which I already knew made me nostalgic, certain items of clothing that I strongly associate with people or events and random memorabilia I’ve refused to throw away over the years also wield a lot of power over my emotions.