Nap!

I am so tired right now I'm surprised I can see straight. Maybe I can't. The typing, it is funny. Hmmmmm...

It's been awesome, but exhausting so far this weekend. It keeps feeling like it's Sunday but I have many gatherings tonight and so much further to go before I sleep.

Okay, I started to describe last night but it was so boring. I'm going to go nap and write later. All you need to know is that cheese fries rule, Turnips friend's are awesome, Muffy is adorable when drunk (sorry about the hangover, hon) and um... that's all really.

WHINE!!!!

I am throwing the biggest little girl fit in my mind right now. Just hair tearing fist beating hissyfit. For no reason. If there were any valid reasons it wouldn't be so much a tantrum though, would it.

I'm cranky because I wussed out and got popcorn when I wasn't really hungry. I'm kinda hurt that a friend of mine is having a birthday party in her town and gathering friends close and I wasn't invited. I doubt I could've made it there for the fest, but I wasn't even asked to try. And that bums me out. I'm annoyed that my coworker just flat out can't get to work on time ever anymore, leaving me with frantic morning calls from folks who need her to do things. And today she told me that she actually finally doesn't feel bad about coming in late anymore. AWESOME for her! I'm bummed that my parents are going on a fabulous trip to China that is too last minute for me to try and tag along on. I haven't gotten enough sleep lately. I'm bummed that I could potentially be too old to go to CT for a college frat slumber party tonight. I'm kinda starting to think that I could plan birthday week this year and just not have enough folks show up and care. I'm hating my coworkers and bosses and their need to micromanage EVERYTHING and their tendency to act as if I'm barely smart enough to type my own name. I'm fucking sick & tired of the rain and the snow and the cold. I'm pissed I'll be losing an hour this weekend due to freakin' daylight savings time. I'm cranky as hell because it's been too long since I've gotten laid (and NO I won't tell you how long it's been, so bite me). I'm mad that, because I weigh about the same amount as a water buffalo, I am no longer hot. I miss being hot. How did I let myself get away from being hot, dammit? Dude, what else? I'm trying to get all this out so I can just let it go and get over my damn self. I'm peeved that either the rain or my friend (probably the rain as I'm believing her since she's trustworthy and the rain has done this before) shut off my cable box connection last night leaving me without Survivor and a bunch of other things I wanted recorded on my TiVo. I'm really ticked off that I am not rich and have to work a sucky job for a living. I'm mad that I somehow am not involved in the performing arts anymore and that's all my fault. I'm kinda sad that I know about 50 wonderful people that I just don't have enough time to see and talk to as often as I'd like. I'm starting to feel tired of whining. Good sign. Let me just do one more pass through my mind to make sure I've gotten all the crap out so I can move on and be pleasant and have fun tonight at Grace and then either the slumber party or the burlesque.

Okay, I think I'm done. I'm feeling better. Now I just need to go to class and kick and hit things and I'll be awesome. Rock on.

I'm so old. So very, very old.

Turnip and I went to see I Am My Own Wife last night and really liked it. I'm a little leery of one man shows and there is the curse of Turnip and I which is a force to be reckoned with, but it all turned out well. So, woo. Apparently the curse only applies to small scale performances that somehow involve friends of ours. See, Turnip comes to town and we go to a show some friend of hers is in or has organized or directed or whatever. And we go and are all supportive and it's just not good. Not that her friends aren't good because they so often are. It's just other things about the performance are bad. Wednesday night was no exception even though it was my friend this time. So we were a bit nervous about last night. But then the show was good and we had fun and I filled out a survey for Playbill that makes me think I drink too much. Ooops. I blame Daddy for that. Apparently I have consumed a WIDE variety of alcohols over the past 30 days. Bad, bad lush that I am.

And Muffy thinks I'm bad because Turnip and I feel that we should all go to the slumber party at the Phi tonight. She's fighting us on it and we feel we can't really go without her. Somehow she thinks we're too old to go and giggle with college students. I hope to NEVER be that old. Though actually, the email that they sent around announcing the slumber party makes me feel kind of ancient. (Yes, Muffy forwarded me this email, obviously because at some level she WANTS to go to this party.) They mentioned something about watching slumber party movies like "The Truth About Cats and Dogs." This is NOT a slumber party movie from my generation. We watched the Brat Pack or "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" or some crap on Cinemax or "Adventures in Babysitting" or something like that. "The Truth About Cats and Dogs" came out my senior year in college.

Fuck, I'm turning 30 this year. Kill me.

Anyway, the plan is to get Muffy drunk at Grace tonight and then drag her to Alpha Delt for the slumber party. Good times, right?


Dammit, help me out. What's the quotation/italicization policy for titles of movies, songs, plays and books. As you may have noticed I don't know it and just pick one at a whim. Help!

Dance, baby, Dance!

So, last night Turnip and I went to a friend's fundraiser. Well, it wasn't to raise funds specifically for her. It was for a dance/performance art group that she's involved with. She's not a performer but is on the board of sorts and helps plan events like the one last night. So, of course I wanted to go and support her. And Turnip was in town so I dragged her with me. And it was fun. But I didn't love the performances.

I do like performance art and I love so many kinds of dance, but I didn't really like any of the performances last night. I'm kind of picky about my performance art. It has to move me or entertain me or visually stun me or something. Nothing last night did that. One of my big problems was that not all of the dancers were very good. One of them was even pretty bad. Whenever more than one dancer was on stage none of them were in synch. They were all slightly off from each other. But the steps were the same so they looked like they should've been in synch. So that totally took me out of the performance because I couldn't stop thinking about it. My touch of the OCD spreads far and wide. Also, the meaning and symbolism behind the performances (yes, I know finding meaning in art is subjective to a large extent - hush up) weren't really things that I found intriguing, thought-provoking, interesting, important to me, etc. And the movements themselves weren't interesting or stimulating to me. I just wasn't thrilled or even entertained.

The one piece that I almost liked was the last one. Turnip didn't love the song choice (something about how folks pick foreign language songs because they sound pretty without actually paying attention to the lyrics and how they don't go with the performance at all) an I agree with her on that, but the dancing was more structured. And the movements were ones I liked watching. The dancer had some talent and control which I wasn't seeing with some of the performers. But the gimmick behind the performance wasn't as funny to me as it was to the audience. And that's what kept me from really liking it.

I also was not impressed with the Poekoelan demonstration. I think part of that was my newfound love for Taekwon Do. This Poekoelan stuff was done to music which instantly set me on edge. A kind of disco song almost. Ugh. I also didn't really find the movements as sharp as I'd like and I didn't enjoy watching it. Everyone else seemed into it and I'm sure that for the right kind of person it can be fun and useful. Just not for me. Though one of the guys in the performance had a really nice ass which Turnip and I enjoyed checking out the rest of the evening while it was encased in some tight jeans. So that was totally a plus.

I like watching bodies move with control and purpose and strength. It's just amazing to me what the human body can do. And how good it can look in all its forms. And so I love dance performances and fights and gymnastics and circus performances (human) and the like. But when the performers don't seem to be making it about what their bodies are doing it keeps me from enjoying it. I don't think making a statement is a bad thing in art, but if the skill and control and enjoyment of the movement isn't there, I'm probably not going to give a rat's ass about what you're trying to say with that movement.

But, I'm glad I went. It's important to Muppet and I was happy to support her and to learn more about this thing that is so important to her. Plus, I won Cyclones tickets in the silent auction and that was awesome. And Turnip and I had fun and there were snacks; brie and crackers and cookies and mini quiche. And that really nice ass (which still is not as perfect as my stripper fake boyfriend's ass). Though now lots of folks from the office think Turnip and I are dating. Heh. She's a cutie, but we've been friends for a million years and she's totally straight so no. But it is a physical relationship with lots of touching and hand holding and all that. Physical without being sexual. You know? A lot of people don't always get the distinction.

Fuck. My iPod headphones are getting beat up. Dangit. I'm so hard on headphones. I don't know what it is with me. Guess I'll be getting new ones soon. Maybe I should just get 20 pair or so to keep handy.

I am the GOP's Bitch

At the circus on Sunday we ordered our soda in a big container with a large elephant head on top and a straw coming out of his head. The tiger was a bit too creepy and the lion was too small and blah. So we got the elephant. Muffy does this weird thing with the elephant to make it look alternately sinister and evil then friendly and cute. Muffy is odd. Especially after too much cotton candy. Anyway. I kept the container and decided it would make an awesome water bottle for work. Silly me. I've had three folks ask me where I got it. They think I'm making a political statement. Someone asked if it was in preparation for the Republican National Convention here in NYC. They were all so disappointed to learn it was just a cup I got at the circus. Fucking financial geeks.

The whole bitch comment in the title comes from a time when I was at Wesleyan and a friend of mine had an RNC pin for some reason. I mean, he was a Republican and all, I just don't remember why he had a pin from them. Anyway, he put it on me, or someone did, and we joked about how I'd been pinned by the RNC and we were now going steady and so on and so forth. Then somehow it led to me being the GOP's bitch. Which is kinda funny if you know me. Because while I agree with some of the very basic ideals of the Republican Party I disagree almost totally with the way they interpret these ideals and try to govern and all in practice so I would never be the GOP's bitch and the GOP would never want me as their bitch because I'm a bit of a troublemaker and, um... I think you had to be there. It was funny. At the time. And now it's a title.

Glitter rules

Do you ever read books and sorta start feeling like the main character sometimes a little; walking around with their attitude and all. And then have to remind yourself that the character has two really hot boyfriends and not you? Is that just me? Maybe.

Today I'm feeling a bit better than yesterday. I find that when I'm awakened at about 6AM to the sounds of people busting through concrete it just colors the whole day with a bit of gray. Dumb Con Edison. Or Keyspan. Or whomever from that gas leak a while back. Yesterday morning they decided to come and pull up the quick fix concrete job for the courtyard next door and pour a nice and proper concrete square. At 6 in the morning. Evil, evil people. Made me a little tired and cranky all day long. Today I got to wait for my alarm to wake me up. Good times.

Really nothing interesting going on in my brain today. I'm just gearing up for my little reading buddy. It's her birthday tomorrow so I got her a really pretty card with a dancing costume on the front. We're not allowed to give gifts or treats in this program which is depressing as I wanted to bake cupcakes or something. But alas. I think they're afraid people will bring gifts as bribes and the children are supposed to be glad to see you and spend time reading with you rather than looking forward to just the treats and gifts and things. And also that it's not fair to kids who are paired with less generous reading buddies and all. I can sorta understand it, but I still wish I could get her something. But cards are allowed so I always try to find her awesome ones. This one even has glitter on it. She loves glitter. She's so awesome.

Yellow Belt, green stripe. Fear me.

My mother sends a nightly email out to the family. Just a little run down of what she's done that day as well as what's going on with anyone she talked to that day. Dad and I get mentioned a lot. Muffy and Steph have been mentioned quite a bit as well (yeah, y'all were in last night's email about the Circus). The most recent email has my Mom gushing over some "totally cute and adorable" 14 year old soccer player. I think she's been talking to me too much. Heh.

So, the kick I had to do for my test on Saturday wasn't the one I was expecting. And it took me three tries to break the board. I kept kicking too high and mostly beating up on the hand of the guy holding the board. I'm a bad, bad Taekwon Do girl. I'm bummed about that since I nailed it on the first try for my first test. But I'm trying to come to terms with it. Muffy and Steph came to watch and they don't seem to respect me any less because of that. And while I was terrified right beforehand, the testing was fun. I just really like the school and the people and all the kicking and punching. And today I get to go to class and hopefully start learning a new pattern and all. Woo. The excitement. It's barely containable.

This weekend was nice. Saturday was testing and all that. Then afterwards Muffy, Steph and I spent an hour or so being cranky about Times Square while trying to figure out what we wanted to do for the night. After a trip to the Hershey's Store (free Swoops samples), a call to information, a call to Mom (so she could uncross her fingers for my testing), drinking water in a park and wandering down to the Flatiron area we ended up at Bread Bar at Tabla which was pretty awesome. It's kinda like fucked up Indian food. Like onion rings and saag paneer pizza and nan with cheese and red peppers and such. Good stuff though. I kinda didn't feel like I should eat again after that little experience. We waddled down Union Square to possibly catch a movie but no one but me was up for Jersey Girl. Alas.

Actually, there's been this recent trend with Muffy & Steph & I coming home way too early. One night we were all home before midnight. Saturday we were home about 10:30PM. So sad. On the way to the circus yesterday, Steph and I decided that sometime soon we're going to have to go out at night and somehow stay up and out to see the dawn. I don't care if he and I are turning 30 this year. Doesn't mean we have to grow up and go home early.

Now, the circus. The circus was an experience. The huge crowds of people scared me and the children in front of me with the fake sword fighting that was taking everyone down with them were kind of annoying. But some of the acrobatic stunts were fun. And who doesn't like to mock clowns? Though I was sorta frightened by the clown bit with the giant teeth and the strange dental assistant clown with a giant toothbrush. But I enjoyed Sumo Elvis clown. Because it was Sumo Elvis Clown. But yeah, some parts were fun (nachos! motorcycles!) and some dragged (audience participation!). And I'm torn on how I feel about animals in circuses. I didn't really like that the trainers held whips though they didn't really seem to be doing much with the whips. And the animals seemed to be getting lots of pats and treats and things. But then the lions' transporting cages seemed awfully small. I'm trying to find out more information on how these animals are treated. Because I loved watching the elephants and the dogs and the goat. But I also felt kind of uncomfortable about it. You know? But none of the animals seemed to be doing anything horrible. Just some running around and all. And the goat got to climb over some pigs who just stood there and chewed treats. But some of the stuff I've been reading online this morning about circus animals makes me kinda sad. I'm glad I went and got to see the circus again as an adult (the last time I went I was about 7 I think) but I think I'm now more of a Cirque du Soleil kinda girl these days.