Oh god, my throat hurts. (And other after effects of vacation.)

Got home last night from the big theme-parking trip with the roomies. I’m still feeling exhausted, and my throat feels like dry rocks layered with sandpaper. So wonderful.

I won’t go into detail about my trip, since I don’t have the energy to dive into or explain that wild time. But do know that I can now cross “Get super intoxicated at a Disney park” off my bucket list, and we’ll leave it at that.

I’m betting on this October to be a solid month. And here’s why:

• I’ll be starting to prep for NaNoWriMo. Okay, I am aware that NaNoWriMo is during November, however, the planning period is now! And since I’m terrible at plot development, I need all the planning time I can get.

• Halloween is on my mind. Last year I went all out and was Daria, and about 30 percent of people understood my costume. To prevent being mistakenly called “Ugly Betty” again, I’m thinking about wearing/being something less meta. Like a panda or monkey or peach. Maybe I’ll go as a sexy slug or whatever. People suck sometimes (actually, the majority of the time).

• I plan to buy this, and really, really, smash writer’s block with the intensity of Bruce Lee’s left fist.

• I’m going to catch-up on Downton Abbey. Hopefully.

• I’m excited to bake a bunch of random fall pastries, because it’s colder in Los Angeles now, and drinking coffee and eating a pastry is automatically romantic to me. My “romance” threshold is horribly low.

• I’m going to sleep.



65th post, and I’m a nerdo.

. . . What the what? It’s hard to believe that Oh Mel, Gee. . . has been up and running for at least two years, and I only have 65 posts. Shit. I need to blog more, clearly. I’ve had good reason though, you know, like a full time job.

Anyways, I’m going to work in a half hour, so I wanted to give you a quick run down of the things I’m currently in love with. And just note that I do live with two dudes and we just got cable a few days ago, so I think since then, I’ve slowly started to turn into one myself:

Captain Hotpancakes.

1. Captain Apollo. I’ve been watching a whole lot of Battlestar Galactica, the sci-fi series that’s swooned the heart of many, including those who aren’t so self-aware of their inner geek (which is me, I guess). Honestly, everything about this series is epic, and I’d go check it out, even if you aren’t a middle-aged man still living in your parents’ basement. Continue reading