sometimes I play along

Like today, with Young People in Love..

     It’s hard for me to multitask. I don’t care that women are supposed to be able to do it, I can’t.
     I’m reminded of how much I love B. when I wake up in the middle of the night and look at him sleeping next to me. (Unless he somehow woke me up for the millionth time that night, then I tend to flop over to my other side really aggressively, rocking the bed so that he wakes up too. Which totally doesn’t work, he just goes back to sleep while I lie there. Karma, I suppose.)
     I feel self-conscious when I express an opinion and people actually listen to me. That’s the cue for me to turn red and shut up and assume what I’m saying isn’t important anyway.
     I am mildly dishonest when I don’t buy the extra ‘Zusatsticket’ when crossing the Dutch/German border by train even though I technically should.
     I can’t imagine a world without being able to lose myself in my imagination.
     I’m surprised that I still attempt to run every so often. I am so not a runner yet I’m determined to become one, some day.
     I get a little too easily wrapped up in watching new tv series, like Six Feet Under. (I’ve banned the series for the time being, at least till I finish my conference talk, due need week.)
     I indulge in guilty pleasures like reading cheap crime novels and eating popcorn, usually at the same time.
     I wish all things in life were as wonderful as walking out of a bookstore with a brand new book (oh, for a new-book-smell and a smooth, uncreased cover!).

not new books, but awesome because of the autographs.


2 thoughts on “sometimes I play along

  1. Catherine says:

    Hi there! Cute blog and I’m jealous that you live in Germany! I’ve been wanting to visit there for sometime!

    I wanted to let you know about a new blog FEST about food, style & travel. Come follow along as I document my wardrobe challenge: to not but any clothes in 2012. It’s gonna be great. Also, be sure to join the site so you can enter the giveaway.

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