spring | freelance

It's Friday afternoon and I am actually in a real spring-cleaning mood (what with spring in the air and all), and my apartment sort of desperately needs some organizing of the piles of jewelry littering my dresser top and the piles of mail stacked on my desk and the various unpacked luggage on the floor at the foot of my bed, and a good once-over with the swiffer, but instead I will be putting in three more hours of proofreading this extremely horrifying book about Nazis and mindrape (yeah, you heard me). Whee! Looking forward to the actual weekend.

can I get a "YAY"?

So excited about this:



Especially since the weekend will be spent at Kathryn's with her lovely deck and yard.

hello, monday.

It's always a little blech-feeling to come back to the city after a visit home, especially when the trip back is a seven-hour one. So while it wasn't a superb day, and it was raining and freezing, I'd say it was a Pretty Okay Monday owing to the following:

Three new episodes of How I Met Your Mother on my iPod for the subway

My first Maghound magazine arriving

A total day of Mom-provided food (which, okay, spent seven hours in my Vera Bradley duffel bag, but whatever), starting with a breakfast of whole wheat mini bagels which I swiped from home, a lunch of homemade spicy chicken Pad Thai, and a plate of leftovers from my sister's birthday dinner complete with a slice of Funfetti cake

Making a dent in my behemoth 800-page freelance project

happy spring from chelmsford

more shameless consumerism

I haven't bought a Beanie Baby since 1996, but today I will only semi-sheepishly admit that I kind of want one. Come on! Look how cute he is! Plus, how cute are the Obamas with the actual, live dog, seen here. And he's Portuguese, what up?

mailbox happiness

This really cool girl gifted me an unlimited Netflix subscription last year while I was at home and sans real job or life, and it was awesome for those six months. (I watched the complete run of My So-Called Life, which is fantastic and I highly recommend.) Now I'm so cheap though that I can't even justify spending the five dollars a month for the lowest-level subscription, because I feel like I won't end up watching the movies because when I'm at home I usually just have the TV on in the background rather than sitting down to watch a full two-hour feature.

But, lo and behold, I found Maghound, a.k.a. Netflix for magazines. A mere $4.95 a month gets you three magazine subscriptions. Three! My first one hasn't come yet, so I'm not entirely sure yet that it's not too good to be true. But from what I understand, it's three full subscriptions, meaning if it's three weekly magazines, I would get each one every week. It almost seems like cheating. I signed up to try out New York, Time Out, and Martha Stewart Living. The first one is due to arrive in my mailbox on May first!