Well, it's mostly in the high 40s and 50s these days. I guess. So that's something. But it's April. And aside from being evil and my least favorite month and all that, April is a time of rain. Cold (but not freezing) rain that just makes everything damp and unpleasant and it makes the earthworms come out. They crawl out of my backyard and onto the patio and just lay there all gross and then they dry out and die and leave that earthworm smell and it makes me sad. So, today I'm just feeling blah. I can't write anything brilliant and I'm not motivated to do my taxes and I just don't care. I need cocoa.
Aaaaahhhh, cocoa.
Okay, my upstairs neighbor is kinda freaking me out. Only three other folks live in my little brownstone and she is the oddest. At first I thought she was sweet. When I had a housewarming party a million years ago I invited the folks in the building. None of them came, but she wrote me a really sweet little note explaining that she already had plans and thanking me for inviting her. She also seemed very pleasant when I first really met her, despite the fact that we met because our building had been broken into and her apartment robbed. But now I feel weird about her.
My apartment is the ground floor/basement one. I have a backdoor that opens into a little backyard which I love. It's one of the reasons I wanted the apartment. You can also get to the yard if you go into the actual basement and come up through the cellar type doors there. No idea what they're called, but you know what I'm talking about. And you can get to it from the fire escape too, which is right above my back door. When I signed the lease the landlord told me that the backyard was mine to do with as I chose, it came with my apartment and not the building. I didn't really feel I needed to hog the backyard, but I was glad it was mine.
So, my upstairs neighbor did a little work in it last summer and told me about it and asked if that was a problem. I said of course not. That if she wanted to have big gatherings to let me know as my backdoor is right there (and I hate being clothed and sometimes have windows open and forget about it...) but that I didn't think I'd be hogging the yard. It seemed okay though I did feel weird about it when she was back there. I don't know quite why. Too close to my back door or something. But she weeded some of it (not well though as the weeds came back soon) and put a little table and chairs back there and seemed happy.
Then my folks started visiting lots and we'd go outside and chat and Mom would smoke and we'd be all family like. Not rowdy or anything. But whenever we'd be out there, my neighbor would shut her windows. Usually very firmly. Like she was a thousand years old and we were disturbing her nap with our youngster chatter or something. I don't know. My folks and I found it very odd. Because she did it EVERY TIME. She'd open the windows when we'd go in, slam them when we came back out.
But then, once the wind blew her window down when I was inside and smashed it. And she was very sweet and came to explain the noise to me and to tell me not to go out there until she cleaned it up. And then she cleaned all the glass up the next morning.
Then this Spring she's started doing bigger work on the backyard and I'm kind of annoyed. Now, I haven't done much with it though I want to. And when she was raking branches and debris I thought that was really sweet. But the last time I peeked outside she'd taken out all the brick boarders around the yard and stacked them on the edge of my patio. And there's quite a pile of slate toward the back of the yard. And I'm kinda pissed off. If she wants to slate a section of the yard or do any real alterations on it, I feel like she should ask me about it. I really would rather have some grass or something in the yard. Laying sod or something like that would make me feel a little better than laying slate. And I wouldn't mind paying for some of that or putting in the work. But I don't like her just redoing the whole yard without word one to me. But then I feel like I'm being all pissy about something for no reason when she's actually putting effort into the yard.
I really think I need therapy. This really shouldn't be bothering me so much. The woman who was there before me was apparently a nut and wouldn't let anyone near the yard and I don't want to be like that. My neighbors do seem nice, if a bit quirky. Ah, I don't know. I should just do what work I want to do on the yard, keep an eye one what she's doing and if she actually does look like she's going to poor concrete on the whole thing I should talk to her. I'm just being silly. Am I using this blog for therapy? God, I hope not. Y'all don't need that.
I think I'm going to survey the area and then swing by her apartment some afternoon and ask what's what and what she was thinking of doing and what I'd like to see and maybe we can figure something out. How reasonable that sounds. Which probably means I won't do it.
Maybe I'll write more interesting things when April is over. I hate April. Bad things happen in April. I lost my grandfather last April.
April sucks.
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
Monday, April 12, 2004
LIES!
Finally, the lies can end. Steph's birthday week is at a close, well, almost at a close. My part in it is done. And now there is no more lying about his various events. I've had to stop myself in here a million times so I wouldn't mention the bar party on the 3rd or xBox shopping or heading to Boston this past weekend for the big party... Muffy has outdone herself on the big 30th Birthday Week for Steph and I am sorta getting scared about the fact that she'll be 30 in 2005 and the madness will begin again.
But yeah. I no longer have to talk about getting a haircut for Easter Weekend (godless wench that I am how was that even believable) as opposed to the party or worry that I might slip and talk about being in Boston on a weekend when I've claimed I'll be sitting at home with my TiVo. Thursday morning (after telling Steph I'd be doing the TiVo weekend) I freaked out at the idea of running into him on the subway platform with all my luggage and the GIANT birthday card. I even called Muffy to see when he was leaving. Then I had to wait long enough to not run into him, making myself late to work. And even then I worked up a story in my head about why I would suddenly need to rush out of town with a big birthday card, just in case there was a train problem and I ran into him anyway.
The weekend was good though. I got to town on Thursday and we were all just pooped so it was an early to bed sorta night. Friday, Pumpkin woke me up by sicing the dog on me and we started on cleaning and list making and the like. Gane popped by to drop off some excellent photos of Steph that she'd blown up. We put those up in the dining room/Steph Shrine Room and then chatted for an hour or two. It was great to talk with her, but it put us way behind on our tasks. So then lots of shopping and cleaning until Fish got home and we all went to the infamous Chunky's I've been hearing about forever and have yet to see. Saw Hell Boy and had a great time. Though I was the jackass who forgot to turn off her phone (I never forget to turn off my phone, honest!) and it rang midway through. Muffy was freaking out while waiting for Steph to get home and needed to vent. Luckily my voicemail was there for her since I was busy with nachos and Hell Boy. Then home for cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. And sangria making. At one point Pumpkin was mopping and I was scrubbing a toilet and Fish was doing something with paper towels and cleaning products. The 80's music is blaring and Fish comes in to inform me that with the particular 80s song playing we were actually in the cleaning 'montage' part of the movie. It was actually kinda true. And, um, y'all really don't need to be reading all the details do you? No, it's not that important.
Friday and Saturday were all about cleaning and brunch and Chunky's and cooking and shopping and Steph's family bringing photos and slide shows and it was fun. But exhausting. And then the people came. And there was merriment. And then the Steph came, with family and friends. And there was merriment. And there was the band. And there was the cake. And the drinking. And the really drunk Steph. And it was good. And then the cleaning. And the bed. And the brunch. And the train. And the TiVo.
And today will be my day of rest. I'm fleeing work as soon as I can and am going to go home, put on comfy pants, curl up on my couch with tea and a book and a journal and a kitty and just bond with my TiVo and my apartment and my quiet time. And it will be almost as awesome as Steph's birthday week.
But yeah. I no longer have to talk about getting a haircut for Easter Weekend (godless wench that I am how was that even believable) as opposed to the party or worry that I might slip and talk about being in Boston on a weekend when I've claimed I'll be sitting at home with my TiVo. Thursday morning (after telling Steph I'd be doing the TiVo weekend) I freaked out at the idea of running into him on the subway platform with all my luggage and the GIANT birthday card. I even called Muffy to see when he was leaving. Then I had to wait long enough to not run into him, making myself late to work. And even then I worked up a story in my head about why I would suddenly need to rush out of town with a big birthday card, just in case there was a train problem and I ran into him anyway.
The weekend was good though. I got to town on Thursday and we were all just pooped so it was an early to bed sorta night. Friday, Pumpkin woke me up by sicing the dog on me and we started on cleaning and list making and the like. Gane popped by to drop off some excellent photos of Steph that she'd blown up. We put those up in the dining room/Steph Shrine Room and then chatted for an hour or two. It was great to talk with her, but it put us way behind on our tasks. So then lots of shopping and cleaning until Fish got home and we all went to the infamous Chunky's I've been hearing about forever and have yet to see. Saw Hell Boy and had a great time. Though I was the jackass who forgot to turn off her phone (I never forget to turn off my phone, honest!) and it rang midway through. Muffy was freaking out while waiting for Steph to get home and needed to vent. Luckily my voicemail was there for her since I was busy with nachos and Hell Boy. Then home for cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. And sangria making. At one point Pumpkin was mopping and I was scrubbing a toilet and Fish was doing something with paper towels and cleaning products. The 80's music is blaring and Fish comes in to inform me that with the particular 80s song playing we were actually in the cleaning 'montage' part of the movie. It was actually kinda true. And, um, y'all really don't need to be reading all the details do you? No, it's not that important.
Friday and Saturday were all about cleaning and brunch and Chunky's and cooking and shopping and Steph's family bringing photos and slide shows and it was fun. But exhausting. And then the people came. And there was merriment. And then the Steph came, with family and friends. And there was merriment. And there was the band. And there was the cake. And the drinking. And the really drunk Steph. And it was good. And then the cleaning. And the bed. And the brunch. And the train. And the TiVo.
And today will be my day of rest. I'm fleeing work as soon as I can and am going to go home, put on comfy pants, curl up on my couch with tea and a book and a journal and a kitty and just bond with my TiVo and my apartment and my quiet time. And it will be almost as awesome as Steph's birthday week.
Thursday, April 08, 2004
Scotch + Wasabe Peas = Dinner
Dude, I am sooooo tired. All I want to do is take a nap (I just typed that as nape and as I was typing this parenthetical aside I made two other typos). Really. But the Friday report is not yet done. Because everyone I work with is a loser dumbass. ARGH.
Have I mentioned that I am tired?
The evil Muffy & Steph made me go out again last night. Well, it was Steph's birthday and he is an old man now (30!!!) and so I wanted to go out and celebrate with him. But it's more fun to say they dragged me. So... they dragged me to the St. Regis Hotel to the King Cole Bar were we soaked up the swank. My dinner consisted of scotch & sodas, wasabe peas and some nuts. Sadly I had my back to the bar but Muffy gave a rundown of the patrons. Lots of old fogies, some face lifts, a few folks without jackets and ties like our little Steph. And even a guy in 'ska wear' as Muffy put it. Heh.
Actually, I'm taking a survey of my wide readership (Muffy, Steph & my Mom, maybe PimpDaddy and Pumpkin and Turnip...): Am I mainstream and/or corporate? My little steward called me corporate the other day and Muffy called me mainstream this week and the Muppet agreed with her. I'm all insulted and stuff.
Anyway, the bar was lovely and the drinks were good and the company was awesome and Steph seemed happy with xBox and agreed to let me come over and pick up hookers on Grand Theft Auto so all in all it was an excellent evening.
I'm just tired now and wanting to go home and sleep for days. Hopefully within the next couple of hours. Most of the office has left for the long weekend and the early market close and all. But not me. Because of the aforementioned loser dumbasses.
Damn Friday report.
I am so tired I want to cry.
Have I mentioned that I am tired?
The evil Muffy & Steph made me go out again last night. Well, it was Steph's birthday and he is an old man now (30!!!) and so I wanted to go out and celebrate with him. But it's more fun to say they dragged me. So... they dragged me to the St. Regis Hotel to the King Cole Bar were we soaked up the swank. My dinner consisted of scotch & sodas, wasabe peas and some nuts. Sadly I had my back to the bar but Muffy gave a rundown of the patrons. Lots of old fogies, some face lifts, a few folks without jackets and ties like our little Steph. And even a guy in 'ska wear' as Muffy put it. Heh.
Actually, I'm taking a survey of my wide readership (Muffy, Steph & my Mom, maybe PimpDaddy and Pumpkin and Turnip...): Am I mainstream and/or corporate? My little steward called me corporate the other day and Muffy called me mainstream this week and the Muppet agreed with her. I'm all insulted and stuff.
Anyway, the bar was lovely and the drinks were good and the company was awesome and Steph seemed happy with xBox and agreed to let me come over and pick up hookers on Grand Theft Auto so all in all it was an excellent evening.
I'm just tired now and wanting to go home and sleep for days. Hopefully within the next couple of hours. Most of the office has left for the long weekend and the early market close and all. But not me. Because of the aforementioned loser dumbasses.
Damn Friday report.
I am so tired I want to cry.
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Hair!
Happy Birthday, Steph!
I love my hair. I'm totally vain about it. I think I have awesome hair. The first computer password I ever used (I think) was hair. Seriously. Love my hair. I like the color and the fact that it's straight and all that. I look at myself in the mirror and the rest of me is all eh, but the hair, the hair is awesome. Well, the boobs are impressive too, but that's mostly for the sheer size. But, really, it's all about the hair for me.
I used to hate my hair. I guess it's all part of 'the teenage years' full of self-loathing and all. But I did hate it. I thought it was shit brown colored or too stringy or too boring. You actually can't do too much with it since it's rather straight and shiny and fine. I can't stick chopsticks in it or tie it in a big knot or anything. And perms don't take so well and dyes don't show and making my bangs big requires about two cans of Aqua Net a week. None of which bothers me now but did drive me crazy as a 15 year old in Louisiana. I tried dying it (but not stripping it or bleaching it). I tried perms and weird haircuts. I even had a feathery kinda almost mullet once. And yeah, I had feathered bangs for a brief time in the early 80s. I tried prayer. And then in late high school or so, I realized that my hair was healthy and pretty and awesome and I was just insane. And so, I began a love affair with my hair.
Yeah, I got my hair cut last night. :) And it was shaggy and not hanging properly and I needed to get it done. And if I trim off less than 1 1/2 - 2 inches it just gets shaggy again quickly and doesn't get rid of all the split ends and stuff. And it'll all grow back and then some before I need another trim. Still, I feel so sad and miss my hair now. It's not short, but it feels short. It currently hits the back of my bra and yet it feels like it's only shoulder length. And so, I am in mourning. For my hair.
Let's all have a moment of silence.
And now we will do the Steph Birthday Dance!
Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance. Steph!
I love my hair. I'm totally vain about it. I think I have awesome hair. The first computer password I ever used (I think) was hair. Seriously. Love my hair. I like the color and the fact that it's straight and all that. I look at myself in the mirror and the rest of me is all eh, but the hair, the hair is awesome. Well, the boobs are impressive too, but that's mostly for the sheer size. But, really, it's all about the hair for me.
I used to hate my hair. I guess it's all part of 'the teenage years' full of self-loathing and all. But I did hate it. I thought it was shit brown colored or too stringy or too boring. You actually can't do too much with it since it's rather straight and shiny and fine. I can't stick chopsticks in it or tie it in a big knot or anything. And perms don't take so well and dyes don't show and making my bangs big requires about two cans of Aqua Net a week. None of which bothers me now but did drive me crazy as a 15 year old in Louisiana. I tried dying it (but not stripping it or bleaching it). I tried perms and weird haircuts. I even had a feathery kinda almost mullet once. And yeah, I had feathered bangs for a brief time in the early 80s. I tried prayer. And then in late high school or so, I realized that my hair was healthy and pretty and awesome and I was just insane. And so, I began a love affair with my hair.
Yeah, I got my hair cut last night. :) And it was shaggy and not hanging properly and I needed to get it done. And if I trim off less than 1 1/2 - 2 inches it just gets shaggy again quickly and doesn't get rid of all the split ends and stuff. And it'll all grow back and then some before I need another trim. Still, I feel so sad and miss my hair now. It's not short, but it feels short. It currently hits the back of my bra and yet it feels like it's only shoulder length. And so, I am in mourning. For my hair.
Let's all have a moment of silence.
And now we will do the Steph Birthday Dance!
Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance. Steph!
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
Still punchy without sleep
Work has been busy and thus has been interfering with my ability to write here. Most upsetting. I think I shall have to speak to my evil boss about this. Heh.
Actually, work has suddenly become just a little bit nicer. Rock Star Fran is back. Yay! She's back as a temp for the next 10 months or so and now I can see her practically every day. Back when she and Buzz both still worked here it was great. I'd see at least one of them for lunch or coffee or something every day. We'd email and chat more. It was awesome. And then Buzz left for Film School and Rock Star Fran got screwed in the layoffs and I was left all alone. After that we'd have to try and squeeze each other into busy schedules and suddenly I was only seeing them about once every 2-3 months. So we went from knowing what was going on daily in each other's lives to having to play catch up whenever we could. I still have to do that with Buzz, but at least now I can have some serious Rock Star Fran time.
Mom is thrilled as well because I think she likes Rock Star Fran more than she likes me. Maybe not. Though I don't know. Mom probably always wanted a Rock Star for a daughter.
I'm getting all psyched for Birthday Week these days. And it's only April. I'm so sad. Or not. It is the big 3-0 and all. It's going to be from June 11 - 20 so y'all mark your calendars. The big house party will be on the 19th and I'm hoping it'll all be a blast. I'm pondering activities now and so far have been thinking of a Skating Party, a Botanical Garden trip, the Big Backyard Party, maybe a night of Bowling, if I time it right maybe one of the Monday night Bryant Park Movies, maybe a Bar Night if I can find one that amuses me... any other suggestions?
Anyway, back to work. I have to get things wrapped up so I can sneak out early and blow off class to get my hair cut and run some errands. Totally have the shaggy thing going now and we cannot have that for Easter Weekend. So sirree bob. Sirree? I don't know. Whatever.
Actually, work has suddenly become just a little bit nicer. Rock Star Fran is back. Yay! She's back as a temp for the next 10 months or so and now I can see her practically every day. Back when she and Buzz both still worked here it was great. I'd see at least one of them for lunch or coffee or something every day. We'd email and chat more. It was awesome. And then Buzz left for Film School and Rock Star Fran got screwed in the layoffs and I was left all alone. After that we'd have to try and squeeze each other into busy schedules and suddenly I was only seeing them about once every 2-3 months. So we went from knowing what was going on daily in each other's lives to having to play catch up whenever we could. I still have to do that with Buzz, but at least now I can have some serious Rock Star Fran time.
Mom is thrilled as well because I think she likes Rock Star Fran more than she likes me. Maybe not. Though I don't know. Mom probably always wanted a Rock Star for a daughter.
I'm getting all psyched for Birthday Week these days. And it's only April. I'm so sad. Or not. It is the big 3-0 and all. It's going to be from June 11 - 20 so y'all mark your calendars. The big house party will be on the 19th and I'm hoping it'll all be a blast. I'm pondering activities now and so far have been thinking of a Skating Party, a Botanical Garden trip, the Big Backyard Party, maybe a night of Bowling, if I time it right maybe one of the Monday night Bryant Park Movies, maybe a Bar Night if I can find one that amuses me... any other suggestions?
Anyway, back to work. I have to get things wrapped up so I can sneak out early and blow off class to get my hair cut and run some errands. Totally have the shaggy thing going now and we cannot have that for Easter Weekend. So sirree bob. Sirree? I don't know. Whatever.
Monday, April 05, 2004
Tired Writings of a Crazy Lady
I've been playing with Friendster all morning. I have no idea why. I really don't understand the use of Friendster. I just felt like trolling through some of my friends seeing if I can add more people and get my numbers up. Because, Mom, LIFE IS A COMPETITION!!!!! Mom is on Friendster, y'all. Sign her up on your list today! I think it's Turnip's fault. She made me look at Friendster last week and so I was checking it out again. Everyone has more friends than I do. I'm not popular. Alas.
I'm totally punchy today. Exhausted. Last week was a busy one and then I couldn't sleep last night. Well, I couldn't sleep for any length of time last night. Lots of weird dreams and waking up in the middle of the night and stuff. Weird dreams about television shows and things. But combined. Like Ted from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy was helping solve crimes on something like Alias or Law & Order. And then there was another dream with combined TV shows that I can't remember. I even remember laying awake last night thinking that these were so odd and I had to remember them. Ah well. I've often wanted to be one of those people who keeps a dream journal by the bed as I have awesome dreams. But I'm just not one of those people. Somehow I think we will all survive despite this.
The weekend was excellent. Friday night I managed to survive class. It was an easy one as the interschool competition was Saturday. Everyone was taking it easy so they could kick butt the next day. Hopefully they'll take it easy today too because they'll be so tired or something. I'm too tired to not take it easy in class. Hopefully I won't cry. Um... anyway. After class I went to Grace to drink and be merry and take photos. Like the dumbass I am, I AGAIN skipped the rehydrating after class portion of the evening and went straight to the alcohol. This is the third time I've done this and this is the third time I've woken up the next morning with a raging headache. Total dumbass. All I need to do is have a couple of glasses of water first. Let's see if I can avoid doing this a FOURTH time. But the drinking and all was fun. Muffy got totally smashed. She is the cutest drunk in the world next to Buzz's boyfriend, Chuck. Anyway, Muffy was drunk and adorable and Turnip's friends are really nice and friendly and her bartender buddy makes nice drinks and cheese fries rule so it was a lovely evening. And we even stayed out past 1AM so I don't feel as old as I do when hanging out with Muffy & Steph normally. Heh.
Saturday Turnip and I headed up to the Upper West Side for brunch with Meat Boy and his lovely wife. She hadn't seen him in about four years so it was nice to catch up. I'm not really sure why we went all the way up there for brunch. I think it seemed like a good idea at the time. Turnip did want H&H Bagels to take home and popovers at Popover Cafe so I guess that was why. Plus Meat Boy lives right up there. But getting up at 8:45 on Saturday SUCKED. Still, bagels and popovers are awesome. As is Meat Boy. He lives in Manhattan and yet I only see him every few months when a mutual friend comes to town. We gotta work on that. Still, it was the Upper West Side. All the WASPs with the baby carriages and the children and the UWS of it all. It gives me hives. HIVES.
Then the subway system decided to act up which thwarted our attempt to go to Toys in Babeland and then got us stuck on the subway forever. Bad, bad MTA. So we got home in time to sit on the couch and make sad tired noises for 15 minutes before Turnip had to head to Penn Station. And I had to run errands for Steph's surprise b-day party. I had to get napkins and plates and forks and things and pick up my mail and such. Then home to shower and dress and get everything together. I managed to sneak in a 2 second nap which was awesome, but not long enough.
Then Big D came over for dinner and got dragged all around Brooklyn for his troubles. We had to get the cake that Muffy ordered and then we tried to head toward one store that I somehow misplaced in my mind with the fatigue. Then I realized I forgot the card that Muffy made and which was too awesome to ignore so we had to go back and get that. Then we managed to finally grab some dinner before heading to Vegas (the bar not the home of my stripper fake boyfriend) where we waited for the posse to show. It appears Steph was somewhat surprised and he seemed to enjoy himself, I think. There was pool and Erotic Photo Hunt (a wonder that Buzz & Chuck introduced me to) and cake and a drink that goes well with cake and Big D and Taylor and Charlotte & Watts and PimpDaddy and Muffy & Steph... So it was awesome. And one of the bartenders even offered to throw down with me. We had it all planned out so that we would break lots of glasses and then one of the tables we didn't like. He even said he'd claim he started it so that I wouldn't be banned from the bar forever. So that was very nice of him. Then everyone fled and Muffy & Steph & I went for dinner food so we could be awake to watch 2AM become 3AM instantly. So upsetting.
Then yesterday I was a sloth, clearing TiVo and loafing. Because what else could I do?
Y'all don't comment in here nearly enough. Just so you know.
I'm totally punchy today. Exhausted. Last week was a busy one and then I couldn't sleep last night. Well, I couldn't sleep for any length of time last night. Lots of weird dreams and waking up in the middle of the night and stuff. Weird dreams about television shows and things. But combined. Like Ted from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy was helping solve crimes on something like Alias or Law & Order. And then there was another dream with combined TV shows that I can't remember. I even remember laying awake last night thinking that these were so odd and I had to remember them. Ah well. I've often wanted to be one of those people who keeps a dream journal by the bed as I have awesome dreams. But I'm just not one of those people. Somehow I think we will all survive despite this.
The weekend was excellent. Friday night I managed to survive class. It was an easy one as the interschool competition was Saturday. Everyone was taking it easy so they could kick butt the next day. Hopefully they'll take it easy today too because they'll be so tired or something. I'm too tired to not take it easy in class. Hopefully I won't cry. Um... anyway. After class I went to Grace to drink and be merry and take photos. Like the dumbass I am, I AGAIN skipped the rehydrating after class portion of the evening and went straight to the alcohol. This is the third time I've done this and this is the third time I've woken up the next morning with a raging headache. Total dumbass. All I need to do is have a couple of glasses of water first. Let's see if I can avoid doing this a FOURTH time. But the drinking and all was fun. Muffy got totally smashed. She is the cutest drunk in the world next to Buzz's boyfriend, Chuck. Anyway, Muffy was drunk and adorable and Turnip's friends are really nice and friendly and her bartender buddy makes nice drinks and cheese fries rule so it was a lovely evening. And we even stayed out past 1AM so I don't feel as old as I do when hanging out with Muffy & Steph normally. Heh.
Saturday Turnip and I headed up to the Upper West Side for brunch with Meat Boy and his lovely wife. She hadn't seen him in about four years so it was nice to catch up. I'm not really sure why we went all the way up there for brunch. I think it seemed like a good idea at the time. Turnip did want H&H Bagels to take home and popovers at Popover Cafe so I guess that was why. Plus Meat Boy lives right up there. But getting up at 8:45 on Saturday SUCKED. Still, bagels and popovers are awesome. As is Meat Boy. He lives in Manhattan and yet I only see him every few months when a mutual friend comes to town. We gotta work on that. Still, it was the Upper West Side. All the WASPs with the baby carriages and the children and the UWS of it all. It gives me hives. HIVES.
Then the subway system decided to act up which thwarted our attempt to go to Toys in Babeland and then got us stuck on the subway forever. Bad, bad MTA. So we got home in time to sit on the couch and make sad tired noises for 15 minutes before Turnip had to head to Penn Station. And I had to run errands for Steph's surprise b-day party. I had to get napkins and plates and forks and things and pick up my mail and such. Then home to shower and dress and get everything together. I managed to sneak in a 2 second nap which was awesome, but not long enough.
Then Big D came over for dinner and got dragged all around Brooklyn for his troubles. We had to get the cake that Muffy ordered and then we tried to head toward one store that I somehow misplaced in my mind with the fatigue. Then I realized I forgot the card that Muffy made and which was too awesome to ignore so we had to go back and get that. Then we managed to finally grab some dinner before heading to Vegas (the bar not the home of my stripper fake boyfriend) where we waited for the posse to show. It appears Steph was somewhat surprised and he seemed to enjoy himself, I think. There was pool and Erotic Photo Hunt (a wonder that Buzz & Chuck introduced me to) and cake and a drink that goes well with cake and Big D and Taylor and Charlotte & Watts and PimpDaddy and Muffy & Steph... So it was awesome. And one of the bartenders even offered to throw down with me. We had it all planned out so that we would break lots of glasses and then one of the tables we didn't like. He even said he'd claim he started it so that I wouldn't be banned from the bar forever. So that was very nice of him. Then everyone fled and Muffy & Steph & I went for dinner food so we could be awake to watch 2AM become 3AM instantly. So upsetting.
Then yesterday I was a sloth, clearing TiVo and loafing. Because what else could I do?
Y'all don't comment in here nearly enough. Just so you know.
Saturday, April 03, 2004
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.
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.
Friday, April 02, 2004
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 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!
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!
Thursday, April 01, 2004
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 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.
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
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.
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.
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
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.
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.
Monday, March 29, 2004
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.
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.
Friday, March 26, 2004
Random Babble
You know how you say things about people in your head when they do something dumb? Like when you're getting off a full train and a whole family of idiots is trying to push their way on while 7 or 8 people are still trying to get off? Slowing the whole system and just being annoying? And so you think "Jackasses" in your head? Yeah, I'm starting to say that out loud. Gotta work on that. Before I say it out loud to a crazy violent person who turns on me for calling him a tool.
I'm feeling less nervous about my test I think. I'm remembering that I do this for fun and it's not like lives depend upon my ability to break the board on my first try. I totally flubbed my pattern last night though. The black belt reviewing it with me was focusing on some things I'd never worked on before and kept stopping me midway through and totally getting me flustered. And then Grand Master Flash totally started mocking me. As is his way. Ah well. I'm sure it'll all be fine and it's about damn time I got that stripe. So.
My push-ups are getting better. I really think I'll be off my knees and on my toes next month. Woo. And the jumping jacks aren't killing my feet and calves as much. It is a lot of weight to be hoisting up and down rapidly you know. Poor feet and calves. And it is fun. Though I really do want to kick and punch people all the time when I go to class regularly. Like just randomly kick and push friends and stuff outside of class. I got keep reminding myself that it isn't appropriate. Though hey, maybe I'm calling random people jackass out loud so we can fight and then I can kick and punch them in a situation that would almost be appropriate.
I was discussing cute youngins (and I DO mean the legal ones, thanks for asking, brats) and how they can be so pretty and adorable yesterday and she said that she's okay with it if I mean only for play and not for real. She's so cute. So I now have my mummy's permission to play with youngins. Just so y'all know.
I'm feeling less nervous about my test I think. I'm remembering that I do this for fun and it's not like lives depend upon my ability to break the board on my first try. I totally flubbed my pattern last night though. The black belt reviewing it with me was focusing on some things I'd never worked on before and kept stopping me midway through and totally getting me flustered. And then Grand Master Flash totally started mocking me. As is his way. Ah well. I'm sure it'll all be fine and it's about damn time I got that stripe. So.
My push-ups are getting better. I really think I'll be off my knees and on my toes next month. Woo. And the jumping jacks aren't killing my feet and calves as much. It is a lot of weight to be hoisting up and down rapidly you know. Poor feet and calves. And it is fun. Though I really do want to kick and punch people all the time when I go to class regularly. Like just randomly kick and push friends and stuff outside of class. I got keep reminding myself that it isn't appropriate. Though hey, maybe I'm calling random people jackass out loud so we can fight and then I can kick and punch them in a situation that would almost be appropriate.
I was discussing cute youngins (and I DO mean the legal ones, thanks for asking, brats) and how they can be so pretty and adorable yesterday and she said that she's okay with it if I mean only for play and not for real. She's so cute. So I now have my mummy's permission to play with youngins. Just so y'all know.
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Band & Band Camp: Geek or not? Geek. Of course.
So yesterday we ran off to the old alma mater so Muffy could inform a whole new group of folks about my showering habits, matching underwear compulsion and appreciation of olives. Good times. I think whatever credibility I had as an upstanding fraternity board member is gone. I am powerless in front of the undergrads now. Or something. Yeah, like I had any respect from them before.
Yesterday was pretty awesome. Starting the day off with an egg and cheese biscuit really is a good thing. Then Bon Jovi and fabulous chatting on a lovely drive with gorgeous sunny weather. Muffy really is entertaining on a road trip. And I did get her to drive on the way to Connecticut so rock on with my bad self on that one. We made it in time for lunch so I could sample the new chef's cooking and get abused by the youngins. One of 'em even called me OLD PERSON and didn't seem to be doing it with any sense of whimsy. And while Walt Disney World may think I'm well-preserved, 18-21 year old college kids do NOT agree and are vocal about it. Troublemakers the lot of 'em. Luckily there was cake. And the mall. And some of my buddies. And my little stewards.
We wandered around campus some and Muffy got all nostalgic. For some reason it didn't feel any different to me than when I was there. I think I just can't be bothered to grow up or something. Don't know. But it was pretty awesome to be wandering around campus with a friend on a lovely Spring day without having to dash to class.
We ended the evening by watching a D&D game for a couple of hours. Heh. Muffy had to drink for one of the players who was on anti-biotics and couldn't drink. Pretty much putting me on return driving duty, which really was only fair... And I could see how the bourbon would help with the game watching. It was actually kind of amusing. Though a few of the players kept getting yelled at because they were chatting with us and not following the game. Oops. I could never play the game. I'd want to giggle and snark too much and would be yelled at by the Dungeon Master. Hee hee hee. The Dungeon Master. Hee.
It was a nice day. I'm totally not describing it well I don't think, but it was just a fun time. And it was even spring like. Of course NOW it is rainy and cooler. Fucking March. Pissing me off.
I'm totally nervous about testing on Saturday and I have no idea why. It's actually kinda hard to fail a test. I know my stuff and while still out of shape I should be able to do most things fairly well. I know the pattern and all. But I'm still nervous. I think it's largely because I feel so out of shape and know that'll keep things from being perfect and I hate not being perfect. I hate not thinking I'm nailing stuff or that I'm not the best or whatever. I don't know what it is about me, but that's just the way it is. I'm trying to accept that it won't be perfect on Saturday but it'll be good and I'll pass and get my green stripe and then will be much, much better when it comes time to do the green belt test. Though I'm noticing that I'm going to be out of town for both the May and June tests and have no clue when I'll be testing for my green belt. Dammit!
The Mall is very empty at 3PM on a Wednesday. Eerily so. In case you wanted to know. Still fun though.
Yesterday was pretty awesome. Starting the day off with an egg and cheese biscuit really is a good thing. Then Bon Jovi and fabulous chatting on a lovely drive with gorgeous sunny weather. Muffy really is entertaining on a road trip. And I did get her to drive on the way to Connecticut so rock on with my bad self on that one. We made it in time for lunch so I could sample the new chef's cooking and get abused by the youngins. One of 'em even called me OLD PERSON and didn't seem to be doing it with any sense of whimsy. And while Walt Disney World may think I'm well-preserved, 18-21 year old college kids do NOT agree and are vocal about it. Troublemakers the lot of 'em. Luckily there was cake. And the mall. And some of my buddies. And my little stewards.
We wandered around campus some and Muffy got all nostalgic. For some reason it didn't feel any different to me than when I was there. I think I just can't be bothered to grow up or something. Don't know. But it was pretty awesome to be wandering around campus with a friend on a lovely Spring day without having to dash to class.
We ended the evening by watching a D&D game for a couple of hours. Heh. Muffy had to drink for one of the players who was on anti-biotics and couldn't drink. Pretty much putting me on return driving duty, which really was only fair... And I could see how the bourbon would help with the game watching. It was actually kind of amusing. Though a few of the players kept getting yelled at because they were chatting with us and not following the game. Oops. I could never play the game. I'd want to giggle and snark too much and would be yelled at by the Dungeon Master. Hee hee hee. The Dungeon Master. Hee.
It was a nice day. I'm totally not describing it well I don't think, but it was just a fun time. And it was even spring like. Of course NOW it is rainy and cooler. Fucking March. Pissing me off.
I'm totally nervous about testing on Saturday and I have no idea why. It's actually kinda hard to fail a test. I know my stuff and while still out of shape I should be able to do most things fairly well. I know the pattern and all. But I'm still nervous. I think it's largely because I feel so out of shape and know that'll keep things from being perfect and I hate not being perfect. I hate not thinking I'm nailing stuff or that I'm not the best or whatever. I don't know what it is about me, but that's just the way it is. I'm trying to accept that it won't be perfect on Saturday but it'll be good and I'll pass and get my green stripe and then will be much, much better when it comes time to do the green belt test. Though I'm noticing that I'm going to be out of town for both the May and June tests and have no clue when I'll be testing for my green belt. Dammit!
The Mall is very empty at 3PM on a Wednesday. Eerily so. In case you wanted to know. Still fun though.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
I'm not feeling well...
A friend of mine and I were talking ages ago about The Onion (I think*) and this one infographic they had on the euphemisms for currently having your period. The funny in it was that they were mostly very detailed descriptions more than euphemisms. My favorite was "I'm not feeling well because I'm bleeding from my vagina." I use it all the time. I'm sure my friends hate me for it. But they often use it too now. Heh. Actually, half the time we just use the first half so we don't have to say vagina in front of strange coworkers or squeamish boys. "I'm not feeling well (nudge, nudge)." Just sharing.
Tomorrow I'm taking the day off work and will be journeying to The Phi with Muffy. I'm kind of excited about it. Road trip with a gal pal. Hanging with the youngins (I'm almost 30, you know). Getting to know my little stewards better. Meeting the new Chef. Going to the Mall. And while it's still cold (fuck you mother nature!), it will be sunny and all so that's good for the drive. Woo.
I'm an interesting driver. I think. I'm not a bad driver. No matter what you mean folks say. I am kind of a stupid driver. I'm amazed I've never had an accident with some of the stuff I've pulled. I attribute it to luck and lightning quick reflexes. Heh. I hate driving with shoes on and when I know I have to drive I try to wear slip on shoes so I can get those puppies off. When I lived in Louisiana and Hawai'i I'd often drive with my left foot out the window. I don't know why. It seemed comfortable at the time and it's not like that foot is needed with an automatic transmission. I'd probably have lost the leg if I ever got in a bad accident though. Creepy thought.
When I first started driving I was scared and stupid so while I got my license two days after my 15th birthday, my parents wouldn't allow me to drive on my own at first. They have higher standards for driving skills than the state of Louisiana. Oddly enough. My Mamaw & Papaw were fine with it though. Went to visit them a couple of weeks later and they gave me the keys to their car and sent me off to the drive-in with my cousin. After a long lecture about not getting out of the car EVER at the drive-in or the scary folks would snatch us and eat us or something. First we were going to stop at the store. My cousin tells me to turn in as we're passing the turn. Somehow, while turning on the windshield wipers along with the turn signal and shrieking a lot, I make the turn. Then, as we're pulling into the drive-in I come within centimeters of taking out the ticket booth. My cousin thinks this is all hysterical. Of the two of us, she's the only one who has since totaled a car. I think. Somehow we made it home alive. And even with getting out of the car lots to roam and get french fries. And even after getting back in the car and letting me drive home.
I did almost sorta get into an accident once in Louisiana. I was kinda making out with a boy while driving (see, Stupid driver) and kinda sorta drove into a ditch. What with the not really paying attention thing. After freaking out and getting the car out of the ditch (really not a big thing as it wasn't a big ditch and backing out worked fine) and realizing there was no damage we decided to park and make out. I think this is the first Mom has heard of this. Mommy, I'm so sorry. The Buick was fine though. Honest.
My friend Tangerine and I used to drive 'together' in high school. One of us (the one in the driver's seat) would 'work the pedals' and the other (in the passenger seat) would steer. Such jackasses. One time we were merging (yes, we drove this way on the highway, why do you ask?) and both looking back rather than forward, just assuming the other one was looking forward. Luckily one or both of us looked forward just in time to miss rear ending someone. We took a break from that style of driving for a while. But, we didn't actually vow NEVER to drive that way again.
Tangerine and I actually spent a summer driving around the country during college. We did not use our 'together' style of driving then. It was a manual transmission and I like to pretend we were smarter people then. I sorta knew how to drive a stick, but wasn't good at it as I was very uncomfortable with it and a total chicken about it. I think I sorta hoped she'd do all the driving for two months (17,000 miles and 24 states), but she's smarter than that. So I learned. And got okay with it. Except every single time I'd get behind the wheel the first couple of months - traffic and hills would appear. Middle of nowhere flat field country at 2AM... I'd get behind the wheel and you'd think we'd driven right into LA rush hour. Horrid. But I learned well enough to be a stupid driver again. Hooray! I think the two most stunning driving moments of that trip were both on Route 66. We drove on the original road as much as possible but had to get on the highway from time to time. In a couple of stretches the highway was built right over Route 66. Once I was driving onto the highway when Tangerine spotted the pink road. So I backed off. The on-ramp. Like a total moron. Luckily, no one else was entering at that exact moment to ram into me, and no cops were around to arrest me or give me a million dollar ticket. The next time we were going up this steep, steep road where burros apparently wandered out all the time and there were many sharp curves and also a gorgeous sunset. So I'm doing my sharp curvy driving while Tangerine is hanging out the window (only her body from the knees down was actually in the car) trying to get this photo and I'm watching her and looking for burros and trying not to drive off a cliff and trying to drive into a good position for her to get the shot... Yeah.
And now, I live in New York and don't drive so much. Last time I went to visit family in Indiana I rented a car to get from airport to town to town to airport and my great aunt asked my Mamaw if I actually knew how to drive. Gah. But I do only drive every few months or so now. I don't think my skills have faded, but my attention span is so much worse. I just get more distracted by what's going on in the car then I used to and that's not so good. So I do okay when it's just me and my tunes, but put someone interesting in there... I also learned to drive in Louisiana and Hawai'i and all so this North East weather thing. Man. Not good. I drove to Boston in an ice storm by myself not too long ago and am in awe I didn't drive off the road at all. Woo.
Anyway, all this is in the hopes that Muffy gets too scared to let me drive tomorrow. :) Heh. Just kidding. I'm willing to do some driving if you want. Really.
* I can't find the infographic at the Onion's site and a search of the word vagina only came up with five options. Onion, I'm very disappointed in you.
Actually, funny & creepy sidenote. I had an online journal once and I realized that in one entry I mentioned the Olsen Twins and the word vagina (not relating to each other, just in the same entry). I then worried that if someone did a google search of 'olsen twins vagina' they might find my journal and that creeped me out. So I did that google search. It was a sick, sick thing. Ew. Some sick folks out there. Seriously. Ew.
Tomorrow I'm taking the day off work and will be journeying to The Phi with Muffy. I'm kind of excited about it. Road trip with a gal pal. Hanging with the youngins (I'm almost 30, you know). Getting to know my little stewards better. Meeting the new Chef. Going to the Mall. And while it's still cold (fuck you mother nature!), it will be sunny and all so that's good for the drive. Woo.
I'm an interesting driver. I think. I'm not a bad driver. No matter what you mean folks say. I am kind of a stupid driver. I'm amazed I've never had an accident with some of the stuff I've pulled. I attribute it to luck and lightning quick reflexes. Heh. I hate driving with shoes on and when I know I have to drive I try to wear slip on shoes so I can get those puppies off. When I lived in Louisiana and Hawai'i I'd often drive with my left foot out the window. I don't know why. It seemed comfortable at the time and it's not like that foot is needed with an automatic transmission. I'd probably have lost the leg if I ever got in a bad accident though. Creepy thought.
When I first started driving I was scared and stupid so while I got my license two days after my 15th birthday, my parents wouldn't allow me to drive on my own at first. They have higher standards for driving skills than the state of Louisiana. Oddly enough. My Mamaw & Papaw were fine with it though. Went to visit them a couple of weeks later and they gave me the keys to their car and sent me off to the drive-in with my cousin. After a long lecture about not getting out of the car EVER at the drive-in or the scary folks would snatch us and eat us or something. First we were going to stop at the store. My cousin tells me to turn in as we're passing the turn. Somehow, while turning on the windshield wipers along with the turn signal and shrieking a lot, I make the turn. Then, as we're pulling into the drive-in I come within centimeters of taking out the ticket booth. My cousin thinks this is all hysterical. Of the two of us, she's the only one who has since totaled a car. I think. Somehow we made it home alive. And even with getting out of the car lots to roam and get french fries. And even after getting back in the car and letting me drive home.
I did almost sorta get into an accident once in Louisiana. I was kinda making out with a boy while driving (see, Stupid driver) and kinda sorta drove into a ditch. What with the not really paying attention thing. After freaking out and getting the car out of the ditch (really not a big thing as it wasn't a big ditch and backing out worked fine) and realizing there was no damage we decided to park and make out. I think this is the first Mom has heard of this. Mommy, I'm so sorry. The Buick was fine though. Honest.
My friend Tangerine and I used to drive 'together' in high school. One of us (the one in the driver's seat) would 'work the pedals' and the other (in the passenger seat) would steer. Such jackasses. One time we were merging (yes, we drove this way on the highway, why do you ask?) and both looking back rather than forward, just assuming the other one was looking forward. Luckily one or both of us looked forward just in time to miss rear ending someone. We took a break from that style of driving for a while. But, we didn't actually vow NEVER to drive that way again.
Tangerine and I actually spent a summer driving around the country during college. We did not use our 'together' style of driving then. It was a manual transmission and I like to pretend we were smarter people then. I sorta knew how to drive a stick, but wasn't good at it as I was very uncomfortable with it and a total chicken about it. I think I sorta hoped she'd do all the driving for two months (17,000 miles and 24 states), but she's smarter than that. So I learned. And got okay with it. Except every single time I'd get behind the wheel the first couple of months - traffic and hills would appear. Middle of nowhere flat field country at 2AM... I'd get behind the wheel and you'd think we'd driven right into LA rush hour. Horrid. But I learned well enough to be a stupid driver again. Hooray! I think the two most stunning driving moments of that trip were both on Route 66. We drove on the original road as much as possible but had to get on the highway from time to time. In a couple of stretches the highway was built right over Route 66. Once I was driving onto the highway when Tangerine spotted the pink road. So I backed off. The on-ramp. Like a total moron. Luckily, no one else was entering at that exact moment to ram into me, and no cops were around to arrest me or give me a million dollar ticket. The next time we were going up this steep, steep road where burros apparently wandered out all the time and there were many sharp curves and also a gorgeous sunset. So I'm doing my sharp curvy driving while Tangerine is hanging out the window (only her body from the knees down was actually in the car) trying to get this photo and I'm watching her and looking for burros and trying not to drive off a cliff and trying to drive into a good position for her to get the shot... Yeah.
And now, I live in New York and don't drive so much. Last time I went to visit family in Indiana I rented a car to get from airport to town to town to airport and my great aunt asked my Mamaw if I actually knew how to drive. Gah. But I do only drive every few months or so now. I don't think my skills have faded, but my attention span is so much worse. I just get more distracted by what's going on in the car then I used to and that's not so good. So I do okay when it's just me and my tunes, but put someone interesting in there... I also learned to drive in Louisiana and Hawai'i and all so this North East weather thing. Man. Not good. I drove to Boston in an ice storm by myself not too long ago and am in awe I didn't drive off the road at all. Woo.
Anyway, all this is in the hopes that Muffy gets too scared to let me drive tomorrow. :) Heh. Just kidding. I'm willing to do some driving if you want. Really.
* I can't find the infographic at the Onion's site and a search of the word vagina only came up with five options. Onion, I'm very disappointed in you.
Actually, funny & creepy sidenote. I had an online journal once and I realized that in one entry I mentioned the Olsen Twins and the word vagina (not relating to each other, just in the same entry). I then worried that if someone did a google search of 'olsen twins vagina' they might find my journal and that creeped me out. So I did that google search. It was a sick, sick thing. Ew. Some sick folks out there. Seriously. Ew.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Random
It's snowing right now and I'm so irrationally angry about it that I can barely see straight. Snowing!!! I'm so sick and tired of snow. Hateful, hateful stuff. Where the fuck is Spring?!?!?!?!?!?!?
See, I'm too upset to write more. Or busy. Or losing my mind. Or whatever. The snow is killing me.
See, I'm too upset to write more. Or busy. Or losing my mind. Or whatever. The snow is killing me.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Daddy, don't read this entry.
My body hurts more now after taking a day off from class than it did yesterday. Hmph! Maybe going tonight will help. Or maybe Tylenol Back & Body will help. The things I do to become a better ass kicker.
Bon Jovi is currently edging out Aerosmith on my iPod. I keep feeling an overwhelming need to make my hair big and my lashes thick and crusty and my lids blue each morning. Ah, the good ole days. That will never happen though as it takes an hour and a can of Aqua Net to get my hair big in the mornings and I just cannot be bothered to do that these days. I get ready in about 15 minutes in the morning now and I like it. Though with the email and the TiVo it actually takes about 45 minutes to get me out of my apartment. It's the showering at night that helps with the speedy prep time. And speaking of my showering habits...
I was out with Muffy & Steph the other day and some reference to me showering at night came up. Steph is all, "I know your showering habits." And then some reference is made shortly after about my freakish need for my bra and undies to match each other as well as to match my outfit. And then he asks me if I like olives. And that just sorta cracked me up. That he knows about my shower habits & my underwear but not if I'm an olive person or not. Just makes me think about what people share about themselves and what sticks in people's minds. Obviously underwear is more exciting than olives (in most cases) and the matching thing is a quirk of mine that I'm not shy about. But it amuses me.
It also makes me think of how often people claim (not actually to my face in most cases) that I talk about sex all the time. It used to bother me and make me think I'm a bit of a skank or something, but now I figure it's more their issue than mine. Sex is awesome and I'm a big fan, but I actually have other interests. I know I've bored people silly with chat about Aerosmith and Taekwon Do. I dig Duran Duran and truly believe Walt Disney World is the happiest place on earth and love the movie Bring it On and can lecture on it's status as the greatest movie of 2000 for hours and hours. I dig my little Beyonce and her mad math skills. I love TiVo beyond reason and don't even get me started on television shows I adore like Silk Stalkings and Charlie's Angels and Gilmore Girls and such. I read all kinds of things that I love talking about or forcing upon others. Bitching about work could be neverending with me if I was allowed. But none of that is all that exciting. Sex is. And I'm not really cowed by the topic. It doesn't make me giggle and hide my face (unless you're trying to pry specific personal details outta me). I'm happy to be frank and honest about it (unless you're trying to pry specific personal details outta me) and very few things shock me about the topic at this point (unless you're trying to pry specific personal details outta me). I dig porn and I'm bi and I know my way around a toy store and so on. Which is apparently 'spicy'. So that seems to be what people remember about conversations with me. I think some friends of a friend used to call me porn girl and only want to talk about that on the few occasions when we'd meet. Because sex is a topic that people like to dish on. 'Cause if you aren't getting it right that second you might as well talk about it.
So, I think folks just remember that they had this conversation with me that wasn't typical. Or that we talked about a fun aspect of sex at a party. Or played some horrible drinking game where it came up a lot. And it was way more interesting than the previous hour long coversation on the various good and bad hairstyles of the seven seasons of Buffy, so that's what they remember. Or maybe they're just so uptight about the topic that all they can remember is that I wasn't uptight so I must be a ho. Or maybe they think I'm awesome and just want to sleep with me and think it's cool that they got to talk about being nekkid with me. I don't know. But I now figure it's most likely one of those things or something like it and not actually that I talk about sex nonstop.
And if y'all start leaving little comments saying otherwise, we're going to rumble.
Jon Bon Jovi would now like to tell me how he'd die for me so I'll have to write more later. Sorry.
Bon Jovi is currently edging out Aerosmith on my iPod. I keep feeling an overwhelming need to make my hair big and my lashes thick and crusty and my lids blue each morning. Ah, the good ole days. That will never happen though as it takes an hour and a can of Aqua Net to get my hair big in the mornings and I just cannot be bothered to do that these days. I get ready in about 15 minutes in the morning now and I like it. Though with the email and the TiVo it actually takes about 45 minutes to get me out of my apartment. It's the showering at night that helps with the speedy prep time. And speaking of my showering habits...
I was out with Muffy & Steph the other day and some reference to me showering at night came up. Steph is all, "I know your showering habits." And then some reference is made shortly after about my freakish need for my bra and undies to match each other as well as to match my outfit. And then he asks me if I like olives. And that just sorta cracked me up. That he knows about my shower habits & my underwear but not if I'm an olive person or not. Just makes me think about what people share about themselves and what sticks in people's minds. Obviously underwear is more exciting than olives (in most cases) and the matching thing is a quirk of mine that I'm not shy about. But it amuses me.
It also makes me think of how often people claim (not actually to my face in most cases) that I talk about sex all the time. It used to bother me and make me think I'm a bit of a skank or something, but now I figure it's more their issue than mine. Sex is awesome and I'm a big fan, but I actually have other interests. I know I've bored people silly with chat about Aerosmith and Taekwon Do. I dig Duran Duran and truly believe Walt Disney World is the happiest place on earth and love the movie Bring it On and can lecture on it's status as the greatest movie of 2000 for hours and hours. I dig my little Beyonce and her mad math skills. I love TiVo beyond reason and don't even get me started on television shows I adore like Silk Stalkings and Charlie's Angels and Gilmore Girls and such. I read all kinds of things that I love talking about or forcing upon others. Bitching about work could be neverending with me if I was allowed. But none of that is all that exciting. Sex is. And I'm not really cowed by the topic. It doesn't make me giggle and hide my face (unless you're trying to pry specific personal details outta me). I'm happy to be frank and honest about it (unless you're trying to pry specific personal details outta me) and very few things shock me about the topic at this point (unless you're trying to pry specific personal details outta me). I dig porn and I'm bi and I know my way around a toy store and so on. Which is apparently 'spicy'. So that seems to be what people remember about conversations with me. I think some friends of a friend used to call me porn girl and only want to talk about that on the few occasions when we'd meet. Because sex is a topic that people like to dish on. 'Cause if you aren't getting it right that second you might as well talk about it.
So, I think folks just remember that they had this conversation with me that wasn't typical. Or that we talked about a fun aspect of sex at a party. Or played some horrible drinking game where it came up a lot. And it was way more interesting than the previous hour long coversation on the various good and bad hairstyles of the seven seasons of Buffy, so that's what they remember. Or maybe they're just so uptight about the topic that all they can remember is that I wasn't uptight so I must be a ho. Or maybe they think I'm awesome and just want to sleep with me and think it's cool that they got to talk about being nekkid with me. I don't know. But I now figure it's most likely one of those things or something like it and not actually that I talk about sex nonstop.
And if y'all start leaving little comments saying otherwise, we're going to rumble.
Jon Bon Jovi would now like to tell me how he'd die for me so I'll have to write more later. Sorry.
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Wet Angry Beet
Class kicked my ASS last night. Gah! I almost cried. It was a small class so more time at the bag and all, more room for more kicks. And then lots of hard drills and kicks and all. But I did make it through all of class. And looked like a wet angry beet as always. I will never be picked up in a gym setting. When I workout my little round face turns bright red, I sweat and sometimes cry and am very soggy and usually do NOT look happy. It's so sad. I wish I could be one of those people who sweats and exerts all pretty like. Whatever. We all have our crosses to bear. One of mine is my tendency toward the wet angry beet. I'll soldier on. Somehow. It would help if my body didn't hurt so much. I cannot believe I'm going back for more abuse tonight.
Aerosmith is still going strong. Just so y'all know. But I'm loving the Bon Jovi right now. Because I know you need to know what's happening in my iPod at all times.
Beyonce was adorable today. She had a shirt on announcing that she was Momma's girl and spoiled and perfect and a little princess (and yes, it was a pink shirt - she is my hero). So we discussed how she is a spoiled princess. And we read part of yet another Olsen Twin Mystery. And then more math. We even rocked a division problem. Yeah, baby. And then I got to read an essay she'd written that was posted in the hall. It was the sweetest thing about how her brother is her bridge and how he's taught her to be strong and to ignore people who are mean to her and things like that. It was awesome. I can't wait to hear how he likes it once she takes it down and gives it to him. She's too cool. I want to adopt her. I don't think her folks would be too keen on that though. Alas. Although she also demonstrated how she can cry on cue. I told her to use her powers for good and not evil. We'll see...
My whole body aches! When did I become 80?!?!?!
Aerosmith is still going strong. Just so y'all know. But I'm loving the Bon Jovi right now. Because I know you need to know what's happening in my iPod at all times.
Beyonce was adorable today. She had a shirt on announcing that she was Momma's girl and spoiled and perfect and a little princess (and yes, it was a pink shirt - she is my hero). So we discussed how she is a spoiled princess. And we read part of yet another Olsen Twin Mystery. And then more math. We even rocked a division problem. Yeah, baby. And then I got to read an essay she'd written that was posted in the hall. It was the sweetest thing about how her brother is her bridge and how he's taught her to be strong and to ignore people who are mean to her and things like that. It was awesome. I can't wait to hear how he likes it once she takes it down and gives it to him. She's too cool. I want to adopt her. I don't think her folks would be too keen on that though. Alas. Although she also demonstrated how she can cry on cue. I told her to use her powers for good and not evil. We'll see...
My whole body aches! When did I become 80?!?!?!
Monday, March 08, 2004
Aerosmith Still Holding Strong
So, Saturday Pimp Daddy came to Brooklyn (because he's that cool) and we joined up with Muffy & Steph to do the brunch thing. Because that's just what you do to be social on a weekend before 4PM. I don't know why, but it just is. So we did the brunch thing and then we worked on filling in some holes in Muffy's childhood. The woman has never seen Caddyshack. We watched the Oscar's last weekend and loved the Tiger Woods ad so much and she was just all, 'huh? That was kinda funny.' Steph and I were appalled. So, Saturday afternoon was all about the Caddyshack and the Animal House (which she had at least seen part of at some point in time). We all need to email her parents for allowing her to reach junior high graduation without these films. So get on that. She also was denied the Dukes of Hazzard, y'all. She never got to dream of dressing like Daisy while making out with Bo. I just, I can't even imagine a life like that.
Anyway, now that the darling Muffy hates me... back to the Aerosmith point. So midway through the day's activities I realized that I had not listened to Aerosmith that day. And that it could well be the first day since Vegas 2004 that I did not hear my lovely "Love in an Elevator" or "Ragdoll" or anything like it. And it made me sad. But I didn't think the trio was going to let me run home and get a quick fix. And the iPod was at home as well. It was a sad, sad moment. But then there was red wine and Caddyshack and I tried to overcome my sorrow. Oooh, and Root Beer Float Mike & Ikes.
After the movies and dinner and some rearranging of original plans (got canceled on by two different chicas this weekend and I'm starting to wonder if I smell or something), Muffy, Steph and I went to see Starsky & Hutch (Owen Wilson is also now on my ever growing list of boyfriends/girlfriends) and it was fun. And then the credits started and after about two notes I realized I was getting my Aerosmith for the day. Yeah, baby. It's a sign from god. That Matthew and I are to be together 4-eveh! And I must listen to Aerosmith every single day.
It really is. Honest. You just have to believe!
Today has been a crummy Monday. Late to work, cold, wet, snowy weather. And I saw the friend's Psycho EX AGAIN on my way to work. I gotta come to work earlier. Luckily we both head earphones on and it was raining so she didn't stop me. But she did wave and smile. She HATES me and she waved and smiled. Ugh. Of course my first reaction was to smile back. Then I remembered things she's said about me and scowled. But she was long gone by then. Dammit.
Anyway, now that the darling Muffy hates me... back to the Aerosmith point. So midway through the day's activities I realized that I had not listened to Aerosmith that day. And that it could well be the first day since Vegas 2004 that I did not hear my lovely "Love in an Elevator" or "Ragdoll" or anything like it. And it made me sad. But I didn't think the trio was going to let me run home and get a quick fix. And the iPod was at home as well. It was a sad, sad moment. But then there was red wine and Caddyshack and I tried to overcome my sorrow. Oooh, and Root Beer Float Mike & Ikes.
After the movies and dinner and some rearranging of original plans (got canceled on by two different chicas this weekend and I'm starting to wonder if I smell or something), Muffy, Steph and I went to see Starsky & Hutch (Owen Wilson is also now on my ever growing list of boyfriends/girlfriends) and it was fun. And then the credits started and after about two notes I realized I was getting my Aerosmith for the day. Yeah, baby. It's a sign from god. That Matthew and I are to be together 4-eveh! And I must listen to Aerosmith every single day.
It really is. Honest. You just have to believe!
Today has been a crummy Monday. Late to work, cold, wet, snowy weather. And I saw the friend's Psycho EX AGAIN on my way to work. I gotta come to work earlier. Luckily we both head earphones on and it was raining so she didn't stop me. But she did wave and smile. She HATES me and she waved and smiled. Ugh. Of course my first reaction was to smile back. Then I remembered things she's said about me and scowled. But she was long gone by then. Dammit.
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