I miss my toy

It's only been a couple hours, but I miss my little iPod so much. The poor thing is in a box on it's way to Apple land and I miss it so.

For the past while it's been freezing and restarting and skipping some songs and just acting up a little. And it just kept getting worse. So, I went to the little iPod page and told the iPod people and they sent me a box and said to send that puppy on back. And so, I'm without my little guy for the weekend. And maybe longer. I'll have to start compulsively checking the status of my iPod on the website and haunting my mailbox waiting for it's return.

I am obviously nothing without my little iPod. Luckily I'll be in a car with a CD player both going to and returning from Connecticut. Unfortunately I forgot the Guns N Roses CD. Hopefully Aerosmith and Billy Idol will be enough to get me through. This wouldn't've been a problem with my little iPod.

Poor little iPod.

AAAAAAAAAAH!

I think someone is spiking my food or drink. I've been feeling totally wired lately. Since about Tuesday. And weirdly so. Is it one of y'all? Do you think I'm just not hyper enough? Because I think I am. Really, I am.

Right now I'm all stressed trying to get things ready for the weekend. Tonight I head to Connecticut to sit through endless meetings, drink lots of beer and flirt inappropriately with collage kids. Should be a rockin' good time. Mom, I'll do you proud.

And I packed my camera. Woo.

DAMMIT

They're putting summer interns in our fucking pod. Summer interns. Have y'all ever met summer interns who WANT to spend their summer working in fucking Equity Research? Geekiest, dumbest, most annoying people you will ever meet. Well, 99 times out of 100. We had one in our pod a couple summers ago. We still cringe when his name comes up. My whole summer is ruined. Well, not really, but I'm very, very unhappy.

Oh, they're so awful. The interns are awful. Young and dumb and big ole losers. Dammit. And so loud. They're always so loud. And they ask the dumbest questions ever. Really.

My god I am a shallow whiny bitch.

Grrrrr...

We have parties in the Econ pod. This is just going to ruin the workday aspect of Birthday Week. I am NOT inviting them to Birthday Week. Where will I keep my Taekwon Do clothing? Dammit.

Topless Boys!

Y'all, someone got to this blog today by doing a yahoo search for "photos of topless boys". I'm going to go do that search right now. Hee hee hee hee. Either they were sorely disappointed or it was someone who knows me well and wanted to find my blog and knew I'd mention topless boys and photos. Hee.

There are more topless girl photo pages coming up in this kind of a search. Even one with the Olsen Twins. Ew, there is some sick stuff out there when it comes to looking for photos of topless boys. Apparently you can see Julie Andrews naked with this search. And Vaginal Childbirth Photos. I guess if a woman were birthing a boy he would be a topless one... They don't come with tops I don't think. "butter topless girls" what does that even MEAN? Okay, I looked through 320 listings of sites on that search and not one was mine. So odd. Wonder how on earth that person got to me.

I went shopping last night and dragged Lovey with me. She's not quite as bad an influence as Pumpkin ("Buy it. Buy that too. Get that. BUY!") but she's bad. And even I was getting ready to kill us if we said, "That's so cute" one more time. Pity the folks shopping around us. "CUTE!" I went looking for cute (heh) pants and didn't find a single pair I liked. I did get a skirt and six different tops though so that's something. And more pink for my wardrobe. And I actually opted not to buy the adorable shoes I was lusting after. Once I realized I really had nothing to wear with bright green shoes and the green top I was buying wouldn't work. I'm so proud of me.

Oh, and if you're wondering, Banana Republic WILL accept a gift certificate from four years ago. Rock on Banana Republic. You're my buddy.

See, shopping tips from Amanda. That's sorta like advice. So maybe my blog title isn't a sham after all. I should start giving advice here. Just put in random questions that people ask me during my day and the responses I give. Heh. I have one to put in here... Do I have to get people's permission before putting their questions in here do you think?

I want a 10 year old of my very own.

My little Beyonce is adorable. We had a great time today at lunch. Apparently she won three fish and got a sunburn at a street fair this weekend. And she named one of the fish Beyonce which amused me. But sadly that fish died. We think it's best not to name the other two as it seems to be bad luck. We also talked about her boyfriend of 4 1/2 months and about how boring boys are no good but that the interesting ones always break your heart. And we discussed the awesomeness of Science and how she likes History and wishes she could time travel. The we read a little. Then more pre-algebra. She is just so awesome and smart and interesting. I am going to miss her like mad this summer. I only have one more day with her and then it's done. I want to find her a really cool math practice book of sorts for her for over the summer. She's 10 but smart with math so if anyone has any suggestions, let me know.

I have a giant red pimple on my forehead. I'm the grossest woman alive.

I'm sorta out of control on this Birthday Week thing and now I'm paying for it. I sent out an email basically demanding love and attention and now I'm getting it in spades. Well, attention, no so much the love. My friends are all so dirty. I think I need to email them all and remind them that my Daddy is on this email list and they should keep it clean. Or he will beat them all up. Poor, poor Daddy. Hopefully he'll just ignore anything not from me. Daddy, if you read this first, just ignore any Birthday Week emails that don't come from me. But I am hopeful that people will attend Birthday Week. Yay!

Brad Pitt's Ass

Troy was so, so bad. Really. So cheesy. Such bad acting in so many places. Such a trashing of an awesome story. There were some decent moments here and there, especially involving the decent actors, but that really just made it worse. Because then you'd think about how it might've been an okay movie. The audience just gave up before an hour was even up and started laughing and mocking the movie so hard. So, so sad. And not nearly enough naked buff Brad Pitt. I decided my 2 and a half hours would've been better spent reading the Iliad at home while naked Brad Pitt wandered around my apartment. So, I'm going to try and find a way to do that. Though Pumpkin had to remind me last night that Brad is married and I have a rule and all. And I hate to break my rules. But I think I'll worry about that when I actually have naked Brad Pitt in my apartment. Heh.

New York Minute was a thousand times better and that only had shirtless CuteDean and offscreen naked Olsen Twins.

I have nothing else. I'm spent. Done for. I should just go plan birthday week some more. Yay! Birthday Week!