Is it just me or are you feeling like the most boring person in the world too?

Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve simply been staring at this blank blinking cursor for the last 5 minutes thinking, “Wow… what can we talk about today??” Wasn’t that what I was saying a couple posts ago, too? I’m sensing a reoccurring theme!

I have this weird thing about leaving old posts up too long, and my last one has been up since Thursday- so just humor me.

I’ve watched The Beach three times since I’ve been home. I watched it twice on the plane and for some random reason it was on TV this past weekend.

Just as a side note- did you know The Beach is almost always on the “Independent Films” section of long flights? Whoever plans the movie rotation must seriously love that movie.

Anyhow, I’ve been watching it to remind myself that even paradise has its issues.

I mean- shark attacks, getting dumped by your girlfriend (poor Entienne), not to mention the threat of being shot to death by the crazy weed growing Thais across the waterfall!

See, even paradise has its problems.

It seems silly, but it’s been a reminder I’ve needed lately!

Oh- and I must say, the TV version is SO much better than the original. Do you know they say the F-bomb 126 times in that movie? Okay, I have no idea, but they seriously say it all the time. It’s distracting. Their mothers ought to ground them!

I gotta level with you, though, I think I’d take my chances in paradise just so I could figure out it’s not perfect all on my own.

Because I’m officially boring today (and uh, every other day), I thought I’d look back and see what I was doing last year at this time and do you know what I was doing!?

Getting ready for the Super Bowl! There is certainly nothing boring about that at all. I can’t believe it’s been almost a year.

Sigh.

That was such a great trip. We were only gone for a week, but we had so much fun eating Maggie Moos everyday and doing absolutely nothing just because we could. Plus the Colts won! You just can’t beat a combination of laziness, football, and an exorbitant amount of chocolate ice cream mixed with Reece’s.

Oh, and speaking of exorbitant amounts of chocolate ice cream- I sort of kind of (totally) blew my diet a teensy bit this weekend.

I did really well at TGIFridays, but afterwards we got some delicious gelato- BUT- I did manage to make it to the gym that night.

Friday and Saturday, however, I did abysmally bad.

I sat there eating a stuffed crust piece of pizza mockingly saying to myself, “I’m on the South Beach diet!” I would then erupt into laughter.

So, back on the wagon.

Eating “good” on the week days isn’t an issue. It’s those stupid weekends…

Okay- so crap. I just spit coffee all over myself.

Not Spilt- Spit.

I’m a mornon.

There wasn’t even any laughing involved. I can see how laughing and spitting coffee is a possibility- but no laughing. No talking. I simply somehow managed to have coffee fall out of my mouth.

And I’m wearing a white shirt.

Better and better, I tell you.

I can’t be taken anywhere. My life mission is to break, stain, and drop everything within a 3 mile radius.

I hope the stain comes out. Bummer. I literally just drooled on myself. Are you kidding me?

Not to mention I just wasted a perfectly good sip of my latte.

It’s the middle of the afternoon and I had a coffee craving. I opted for decaf because, well, if I have regular I’ll be lying in bed at 1:30 a.m. thinking about the stupidest things- like funny words that rhyme, or outfits I should wear the following week.

Oh- and speaking of latte, you Diet Wardens are probably all, “That’s not South Beach, Brittny!”

HA! I say to you. I got a latte with SKIM milk. So shut-y. I know coffee is okay, so I think a skim latte is approved… it has to be, right? Don’t answer.

(please don’t ask about the 5 sweet and lows. I’m pretty sure that’s unadvised)

I think I’ve heard some comedy sketch about Coffee Order Anxiety, and I have to say I fully agree. I pretty much stick to the three things I can rattle off real quick. If I am forced to make any last minute decision- or if I’m unsure if the stupid thing I’m ordering even comes with milk- I don’t order it. There’s nothing more stressful than ordering coffee.

Alright, that’s a stretch.

I think the shark attack and weed growing psycho killer Thais on The Beach were pretty stressful too.

Almost as stressful as ordering that venti decaff sugar free vanilla latte no whip. Whew- I’m getting all frazzled just typing it. There should be a syllable limit to coffee orders.

Okay, this post is getting out of hand. Can I use Monday as an excuse?

It’s not exactly a viable excuse for me, as Sunday is my Monday and Monday is my Tuesday.

Did you catch all that?

Okay- I seriously need to go.

Happy Monday!