Blue skies, yellow lemons

There are these yum sorbet things we get I think from Costco... sorbets inside the same-flavored fruit (coconut sorbet inside a coconut shell, etc). Interestingly, though I generally dislike lemon, the lemon sorbet is probably my favorite. Mmm. I wish they made lime.

I'm amused, this guy requested me as a friend on MySpace and I'm so clueless as to who he is. He went to my high school, apparently, and has something like 1,000 friends. I, on the other hand, have two: him, and that weird MySpace Tom guy or whatever.

This entry isn't very coherent, but my day at work was way too long. On the plus side, I HAVE FRIDAY OFF! My boss rules that way. And yet... only in that way. Hee. Nobody, not even me, knows how much I need that four-day weekend. Though, in order to avoid tiny paychecks, I'll probably work full days tomorrow and Thursday. Ah well, what you gonna do.

Yesterday, had lunch at Olive Garden with LS. It was awesome, as are the margarita glasses she got for me at Old Navy. I so need a margarita right now too... last night we had some drink my dad made, with way too much vodka. Ow.

In half an hour they're showing the "Law and Order" based on the Paul Bernardo/Karen Homolka murders. I'm still waiting impatiently for that movie with Laura Prepon as KH to come out... what can I say, it makes me giggle to think of her as a sexually depraved killer. I'm still pissed off at her (Laura, not Karen, though I'm not a fan of her either) for going blonde.

I watched "Prison Break" last night... the first three-quarters, anyway. I started to space out around 9:30 and completely missed the last fifteen minutes for sure. Interesting enough, but it's no "Oz." Where are all the hot inmates, dammit? And how can you have Papa Titus (Stacy Keach) as the warden? I miss that show, and it's whole crazy-mom, slutty-dad, stupid-brother thing.

I love the preview for "The Man"... how can you go wrong with Samuel L. Jackson, Eugne Levy, and an Elvis Costello song in the background? Which reminds me, I need more Elvis Costello CD's. Another thing I'm impatiently awaiting: the arrival of my new New Pornographers CD and "Lunar Park." That's where my weekend is gonna go, hopefully: good music, good book, good work on my own book... which itself is not that good. Two out of three is better than... you know... less.

"Homicide is a much healthier therapeutic expression"

"Scream" is such a great movie, with so many great lines. I saw some commercial last week for "Scream 3" that said something cheerfully irreverant like, "Just because Sidney Prescott's mother was a (something?) tramp doesn't mean everyone has to die!" Word. I know I saw part 3, but can't recall it for anything. In any case, it made me want to watch the first... which was on today... synchronicity rules.

Okay, I'm working on "Good Girls" right now (as I have been for the last nine months... I could have a baby by now, yuck), and stalling on killing someone. But god help me, if I have to stay up until two in the morning, homegirl has got to die tonight. Sniff. And, oh yes - not finishing by August 31. It's September 30 or I'm officially the worst NaNoWriMoWriter ever.

OMG, this cop on a rerun of "Cops" just sang - really badly and sarcastically - "I fought the law and the law won." This guy is my new crush/hero. Hee.

Speaking of hot uniformed guys, I still have to watch last weeks episode of "Rescue Me."

I watched the season premiere of "Rome" on HBO tonight. I'm not into ancient civilizations at all (in school, I hated to even study history before WWII), but figured I should give it a shot. I may be biased, considering I was talking to EC on the phone for the first half, but: Boring. Maybe it's the whole "Lack of guns, use of swords" thing. Or the irritating thing about having a character named Octavia with a brother named Octavian. I don't know if they're twins, but even if they are, I hate similar names.

I leave you with a depiction of my latest Catholic obsession, the anima sola (lonely soul): a sinner (generally a chick... naturally) hanging out in Purgatory. I'm so going as her for Halloween.

I need the strength to go and get what I want

I filled up my car awhile ago... $2.75/gallon for the cheap stuff. Harsh. I'm going to be one poor mofo this week, with a temporarily inflated cable bill, and renewing my car registration, or whatever. It wasn't as if I had other important purchases to make this week, but I get nervous when my checking account gets below $50... which it shall... d'oh. At least I get paid weekly. Isn't that sad - it's not even Monday and I'm already waiting for Friday.

So, I gave my notice at work yesterday. Not fun, and I still feel bad about it, especially with Boss T. working a lot at home now. But I'm going to be there until the end of September, and he already has a couple of potential replacements in mind (he did some interviews for another company he's working with), so... there ya go.

Now that I have told my bosses, the only thing left I have to do is... tell my parents! May need a drink before that discussion, hee. They know I've been looking for another job, but I think they'd like me to wait until I had another one lined up. Well, maybe by October I will.

Because I know you've all been sitting on the edge of your seats, I found my New Pornographers CD inside the Placebo case... I had put it on top of a stack of books on my bookshelf and it fell behind them. Yay for not really losing things that I love.

I had my first class Wednesday night... very cool. I left at like 6:10 for a 6:30 class, more than enough time seeing as I live but a few minutes away, and I still had to sit at a table where there were people I didn't know. I hate classrooms that have tables instead of desks. Note to self: Next time, leave at 6:00. And, don't sit next to Irritating Eyeshadow Girl and Stupid Hat Boy. I'm hoping they drop.

I'm very excited about the class, though, and maybe even hoping that it can give me some direction that I sorely need. Maybe what I need to do is this: Go to school for three years, work for three years, and repeat. Employers aren't going to find that irritating, right?

I'm wearing my new glasses right now. They do look startingly like my old pair, but then again that was the first pair of glasses I was ever happy with (in terms of how they looked on me). They feel about the same when I'm looking at something close to me, but looking across the room feels kind of odd. Hopefully it won't take too long to get used to them.

Man, did I get some good sleep last night. I crashed around 9:30 last night (because I am a wimp), had a brief awakening at 3:30 when Pepé went outside, and fell back asleep until almost 8. My lack-of-sleep forehead wrinkle even disappeared! I did have some odd dreams, including one where I was auditioning to join some country club by making a hilarious prank phone call (well, I didn't think it was that funny, but they all did), and then one at a huge party where I almost drank some poison Kool Aid.

That, however, doesn't top a dream I had earlier this week in which I was a guy and had the guy-parts to prove it. My thoughts? Interesting place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there. In the dream I had to give a urine sample, and since the whole having-a-penis thing was new to me, I couldn't for the life of me pee into that little cup. I had a good laugh about it with myself when I woke up.

The "season finale" of Degrassi was yesterday! I use quotation marks because seasons on The N last like a month, go away for two months, and return. This is confirmed by the next "season" starting on October 7 - the birthday of your humble narrator. I am going to be so old.

A delicious tenant in every room

I'm annoyed... I can't find my New Pornographer's CD. Actually, it's a New Pornographer's CD inside a Placebo case (I have the corresponding NP case with the Placebo CD on my bookshelf). I'll tear apart my room and my car to find it (them?), if I have to.

Besides annoyed, I'm also tired. What I wouldn't do for some long, uninterrupted sleep... I need a lot of things right now, body-wise. I have really been neglecting myself lately. Stuff I want:

- Fruit, and lots of it. Especially peaches. Especially the one I should have eaten for breakfast, and it better be there when I get back home this afternoon.

- Exercise. I'm not even going to embarrass myself and tell everyone how long it has been since I've done anything.

- Something to clear out of the yucky pores on my face. Ew...

- An eyebrow wax... this one is needed very badly...

- My new glasses. Headaches suck.

- Aforementioned sleep.

- Fresh morning air. That's my favorite part of the day, the drive to work - or it would be without all those other cars.

- To get my hella-weeks-old, severely-chipped nail polish off my nails.

Man, taking care of a body is a lot of work, and generally more work than I'm usually willing to put in. I so need a spa weekend or whatever. But until then, at least I have various products to treat myself, my current favorite being the "Do You Need a Margarita?" citrus scrub from (who else) Bath and Body Works. Yes, I do need a margarita, and I also need this scrubby stuff, which smells so good.

Okay, so I still haven't given my notice at work, but I will this week, promise. Cause... I don't think I can stand staying here any longer than through September. Last week I got asked to phone screen for the 8th of October (uh, day after my birthday, hell no) and some other day that month. Well, that'll have to be something my replacement takes care of.

And so even though I really detest being here, I'm going to try and work as much as I can till the end... if nothing else, as a cushion for any downtime between this and my next job (I wouldn't mind a little break, but hey, what's the fun of breaks without money). Also because the more stuff I buy, the more stuff I want. My currently-impossible wish list:

- Tattoo
- Paint job for my car
- Weekend alone somewhere
- Radical bedroom makeover
- Every season of "Six Feet Under" on DVD

Do you like how that last item segued into my next topic, which is the series finale of "Six Feet Under"? I know it's not "real", but I hate having to let go. Sunday nights will never be the same without the Fishers, and the Diazes, and the Chenowiths, and so on. I've spent the last five years with these people and they seem just as real to me as you do, dear reader. I used to think this was just weird, but it makes more sense to me now. Certainly I've learned a lot more about myself through fiction than I have any other way.

Ugh, must work. Must resist urge to self-destruct.

PS: My first class is tomorrow night. Yay school!

The Hundred-Penny Box

HAPPY ONE HUNDRED BLOGS TO ME!

I probably didn't make 100 entries in the old journal I had between 1999 and 2004. Thank you Blogger for making it so convenient and fun to share my ramblings with the world.

And of course big thanks, as always, to other bloggers/webmasters who inspired me, and all my readers - whether you comment or not. Seeing my bandwidth actually get used makes me so happy!

Ugh, as opposed to having two Dr. Pepper's... damn need for caffeine.

I forgot to note yesterday I had an appointment to get my eyes checked and order new glasses. They're cute. They're actually a lot like the ones I have now, but the shape is slightly different, and they're a really neat, deep purple color. There was another pair I saw that was so hot and had "Genuine Austrian Crystals" embedded in them, but they weren't ideal for my prescription (or rather the other way around). Silly eye-changing-ness. They kept stressing to me that my right eye is not worse but that the astigmatism is different... whatever that means anyway. My left eye is about the same. I'm sure you're all relieved to hear that.

We had take-out from Chili's last night for dinner. Drool. I want to marry the person who invented the chicken crispers. Anyone who can make chicken so deliciously unhealthy is someone I need to spend the rest of my clogged-artery life with.

And the "Slumber Party Massacre" was just as I expected - lots of blood, lots of boobies, and lots of bad 80's clothing. I'm so not cool with driller killers.

Alas, I must depart our all-too-short 100-blog party, to do laundry, watch "Living Single", and attempt to write. Yay Sundays, boo Mondays!

You never listen, told us to mind our business

OK, I went to Mervyn's this morning and got two really cute purses: one is pink and has cherries on it (they've had fruit ones for awhile but I haven't seen the cherry... about time, I say), and one of the ones that looks like a Chinese food container. And I took pix of them, but they suck, so here is one I've had for awhile.





Isn't it sweet? It's from Bath and Body Works, where I also went this morning. The damage: some citrus body scrub and more of the Tutti Dolci lip glosses. It's a three-pack that has mango, pineapple, and raspberry which I already have... and am already running out of. It's so hot.

So this is blog #99, making the next one 100! Come on by, there will be a celebration... appetizers, pie, and lots of booze.*

*You must provide your own appetizers, pie, and booze.

But seriously, I'm going to try and put up a lot of new stuff (recipes, pictures, story bits, etc). Yay for... things...

I feel like watching a scary movie right now, specifically "Candyman", which is weird because I really hate watching that movie... because it scares the shit out of me. I'm really hoping it's not OnDemand cause then I will have to watch. Tonight IFC is showing "Slumber Party Massacre", or some exploitative thing like that. I'm so there.

How to kill your neighbor's blog

I'm at work. Blah. One Dude just left because today coffee plus him equaled sickness. Gross. One of my bosses, who had said he would be in "pretty early" today, is expected to make his entrance in about twenty minutes (that is to say, 2:15 PM... which is not early for anything, except maybe to go to bed).

Argh, there was a cricket in the living room last night. I was all paranoid and had to close my bedroom and bathroom doors so it wouldn't sneak in (you know, because bugs can't go under doors). Luckily, I found out from my dad before leaving for work that he'd shooed it out around 3 AM. He said it was big, and if my un-sissy dad says a bug was big, IT'S HELLA BIG.

All the worrying made me have a cricket dream, kinda. It was near Christmas, because we had the tree up, and I was supposed to put the blanket under it to catch the needles, and I'm all, "No way, the cricket might be under there." And then we found it, but it was dead.

I also had a really funny dream Tuesday night where I was going on a double date with LS, her boy, and some random guy. I had surprisingly (even for me) low self-esteem in said dream. PD also made an appearance, which makes me wonder if he will also do so in "real life." God I can't remember the last time I saw him. Oh yeah, that same dream included me smoking a cigarette - very badly, because all the gross mushy stuff kept falling out into my mouth. Yuck!

I so don't want to be here, but there's at least one project I want to get squared away, and I can't move forward without advice from TH. It's a dumb project, anyway - this seems to be the month for that. I'm praying that Other Boss doesn't for some reason show up tomorrow after being gone all week, and give me a long Friday.

I had a really unhealthy lunch today - a Lunchable (turkey and cheddar, word), a Dr. Pepper (I so need to quit again) and an orange Hostess cupcake. I know eating the second would be a grave mistake, and yet it keeps looking at me.

Actually got some writing done last night - only a couple hundred words, but a girl's got to start somewhere. I don't know, I was going to move my "Good Girls" deadline again, to September 30 (I must have October to outline for November), but now I wonder if I won't be able to finish by August 31. It's only the 18th, after all, and maybe if I work like hell... what do you guys think? I have, what, two weeks to kill six or seven people that I would rather not, but what you gonna do.

And though I should have been scribbling today while there was nothing to work on, I instead spent way too much time on My Space looking up random people, after remembering a convo last weekend some of my younger cousins were having. It's always weird for me to think of them having these whole lives away from family and growing up, but there you go.

I also fished around for random people I went to school with. Silly. They need to stop having kids and spouses and careers... making me feel all slackerish. I've considered getting a My Space account but remembered that no one knows me, and wouldn't look for me, and I'd feel unloved and redudant and such.

OK, KWOD is playing Pearl Jam (yugh) and my boss' ETA is in like five minutes so I better go.

WAIT, one last thing. Apparently I am dumb, and should have not been mad at Best Buy for not having the new New Pornographer's (I love that phrase) album, because it doesn't come out till the 23rd. I'm not a genius. I am however pissed at Barnes and Noble for DEFINITELY not having "Lunar Park" when it is DEFINITELY out. I need my Bret Easton Ellis fix!

So like any logical girl, I went ahead and ordered both items from Amazon, but in order to get "Free Super Saver Shipping!", they have to ship at the same time, and my "Estimated Shipping Date!" is September 2. Ugh, bore me to death now.

Ask someone else to be that someone, I can't be that someone

I didn't sleep well last night. I went to bed just after ten, and woke up the following times: 1:10, 2:00, 2:30, 4:08 (yeah I don't get it either), 5:05, and finally got up at 5:30. Ugh.

When was the last time I blogged? Last Friday? Meh. On a blog-related note, we're getting perilously close to my 100th entry here.

And on a related note of counting things (I love related notes), I finally finished typing up all the handwritten "Good Girls" stuff on Sunday night. And my wordcount is just over 91,000. I'm definitely going to pass the 100,000 mark. I've been worried for quite awhile about how to go about this next part I'm doing, but I did a lot of thinking last night while watching "Law and Order", and I think I've got it. Yay strategy.

Saturday... wait, I have blogged since Friday, because I wrote about all the stuff I bought at Mervyn's. Okay, then, but I did not blog about Saturday evening, which was full of poor Pepé being naughty, and yummy food. I was brave and tried stuff I don't like, such as a bunch of dips and salsas. Beans are grody. All the dinner things my mom made were so good: a chile relleno casserole (I liked it, but interestingly enough, dislike regular rellenos), cornbread, and a zucchini-tomato-cheese thing. Drool.

Sunday was a good lazy day if I remember correctly, which I probably don't. Ate. Typed. Watched "The 4400" in spite of completely missing the episode from the week before. And watched the next-to-the-last episode of "Six Feet Under."

God, I'm going to miss that show. It has given the world so many great moments and characters:

- The time Claire put a foot in this guy's locker, because he told everyone she sucked his toes and someone painted "Toe Slut" on her car (which, by the way, is a lime green hearse)

- Olivier, who did it with Billy, Billy's mom, Claire's boyfriend Russell, and undoubtedly as many other people as possible

- David telling Federico, very conversationally, "You know, Federico, I'm a homo."

I could go on, but I must work. Here's to hoping that I make it through the day without quitting or falling asleep at my desk.

To me you are so damn fine I'd do anything to make you mine

I'm annoyed. I was just looking at my old journal section to see what I had written about something that happened last spring and the sections for May, June or July are nowhere to be found. Thinking I'd somehow missed uploading them a couple weeks ago, I checked my backup web disk - no luck.

Personally I'm taking it as a divine sign/intervention to stop thinking about someone I shouldn't be thinking about. Jeez, someone I haven't even seen in way over a year. I have nothing to say in my defense except that for some stupid reason I have been feeling lonely lately.

I haven't been up to much today. Woke up way earlier than was necessary (6:30), went to Mervyn's... yay for three shirts, pair of socks, a bunch of cute underwear, a bracelet, and... okay that was it, but it was still fun. Yay for no oblivious moms with screaming babies (it was still pretty early when I got there).

I should really go help my mom get stuff ready for later, I feel like a total cad just sitting here on my ass and blogging. At the very least I should be typing some "Good Girls" stuff, but that's not happening today.

Another thing I'm feeling bad about right now (I'm a laugh riot today, aren't I) is regarding a phone call that I should probably have made a couple weeks ago, or last week at the latest. This guy who does some work for our company from out of state had something really terrible happen to him and his wife a couple of weeks ago. I am probably the only person in the office who has not spoken to him, with the possible exception of DD, though she might have because she does talk with him fairly often regarding business dealies. In any case, I know I should call him, but I'm worried about saying the wrong thing (as if there's a right one in this case), or something. I have his phone number right in front of me but I don't think I have it in me (right now at least) to say anything helpful.

Argh. I'm off to help my mom with stuff and try to get out of this stupid mood I'm in. Hopefully next time you'll find me in a better state of mind.

I don't like to admit this pain, I don't want you to see me cryin

I FINALLY SAW THE SEASON TWO FINALE OF "THE OC" LAST NIGHT!

Thanks to Claire for reminding me... I bet I would have forgotten, too, due to my dumb-brain-ness. Anyway, I've got two words regarding this episode. "Tear" and "jerker." Sniff. Television is determined to make me cry lately, and succeeding. I can not wait for September to find out what happens with... everyone, really.

I'm glad to have Jimmy Cooper back... Tate Donovan is so cute without that stupid mustache-beard thing he was trying to do.

Anyway, it's Friday, and I guess I should work on some stuff for a meeting later. So, I'll leave you with this quiz I got at Liza's, though I've seen various versions of it other places.

10 Years Ago
I was 12, almost 13... hated school, loved MTV (they still showed music videos then. Remember those? Yeah, me neither.)

5 Years Ago
I graduated from high school and went to Chicago, yay!

1 Year Ago
Worked in a job that really sucked and I hated it, and started "All the Good Girls"... which I am still working on... ahem.

Yesterday
Worked, came home and ate mostly junk food, and finally saw the season 2 finale of "The OC"

Today
I'm at work (oops), will try to sneak out early-ish, will watch "Degrassi: The Next Generation", sleep.

Tomorrow

I'm so gonna hit up the 50% sale at Mervyn's, then clean and help my mom cook for the evening festivities

5 Snacks I enjoy
Potato chips, any kind of nuts (except pecans, they're weird), Granny Smith apples, Twix, anything cheesy

5 bands that I know the lyrics to most of their songs
The Smashing Pumpkins, Veruca Salt, the New Pornographers, Wilson Phillips (ha!), Remy Zero

5 things I'd do with $100,000,000
House, car... hmm, around here that'd take most of it. Shopping and presents and charity would be awesome too

5 Locations I'd like to run away to
For vacation or just to hang out? Cause right now I wanna hang out in San Francisco or Berkeley. I'd love to go to Chicago again for vacation... also Disneyland and Universal Studios

5 Bad habits I have
Procrastinating, being lazy (they're not the same), eating too much junk food, and either taking things too seriously or not taking things seriously enough

5 Things I like doing
Writing, "hanging out", cooking (sometimes), reading, shopping!

5 Things I'd never wear
A thong (ew), a poncho, high heels (don't need em, I'm already tall), anything prominently orange, a tube top

5 TV shows I like
Law and Order, the OC, CSI (the original), Oz, Six Feet Under

5 Movies I like
Clue, Fight Club, Better Off Dead, Grosse Pointe Blank, Drowning Mona

5 famous people I'd like to meet
Only five?? Okay, I'll try to restrain myself: Stephen King, Dean Winters, Hillary Clinton (say what you want, she rules my world), Gavin Newsom (two politicians on this list? I'm starting to scare myself), and... Chris Murphy on KRON 4 news (Hey, he's more famous than me)

5 biggest joys at the momentIt's Friday!, my cute puppies, being ready for school in a couple of weeks, "The OC" last night (yes I am obsessed), and... uh... money in the bank

And she's feeling more alone than she ever has before

I am work alone, and have taken the liberty of listening to streaming KWOD. I'm in total reminiscing-about-high-school mode, hearing Ben Folds Five, Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, Local H, and so on.

There is this lady who doesn't work here anymore and yet continues to get catalogues somehow. I just leafed through this great one called Gump's that has really neat and really overpriced stuff. I so want this three wise men dealy:

Though it is not a nativity scene proper, I still want it for my collection. It's only, like, $125... ha.

While there is "work" that I could be doing, I'd rather not, and therefore: Bloggie. Of course I'll hate myself (more so?) tomorrow and Friday, when I'll have to cram in a bunch of crap. The only project I'm really worried about is this new sales project I'm doing. My assignment is to work on it one day a week (Mondays) and we're having a meeting on Friday so the guys can see what I've done so far. Eep. I'm basically just compiling lists right now... the real "fun" part is when I have to call everyone on the list and be "blah blah blah."

Everytime I think I've got the balls to give notice, some project or something comes up to interrupt me. I was going to do it last week, but then one of my bosses was out. And then this week, another is, and he's going out next week again. Jeez, and people think I'm a slacker. I was originally planning on being done here at the end of August, but now I think I will be on through September. Since there are so many things the guys can clearly not do by themselves, I'm going to have to stick it out longer than I want to properly train my replacement. Sigh.

Another snag is my inability to find another post. The only response I've gotten back from anything is this call about being a newspaper delivery girl for the Chronicle, which I considered and decided would not be right for me... mostly because I would have had to start immediately. The chick called me and we're "blah blah nicey talk" and I ask, "So when would it start?" and she says "WELL I'M LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO DO THE ROUTE AT TWO A.M. TONIGHT." Guh? Also, I remembered that I dislike driving, though now I wonder if it wouldn't have been worth it to work between 2-3 hours a night and have the rest of the day to "write".

The pay was actually not that much less than what I make now, but there's no taxes and things taken out... which for a very unsensible person like me means the IRS is hunting me down next year. Forget that.

I have such a mad urge to spend money right now. Oh! I was so annoyed, yesterday I went to Best Buy to pick up the new New Pornographer's CD, but they didn't have it in. They didn't even have a blank card space in the racks, which is odd because I am 99% sure I bought their first two CD's there. Anyway... though I knew I should've just left, I had to buy something, so I got the latest Placebo album ("Sleeping with Ghosts") that I have for some reason not yet picked up.

As always, I am undoubtedly super behind on music purchases. I think there's a Rasputina I need, the Billy Corgan solo, Zwan, hmm... others...

It is kind of creepy right now with no one else around (upstairs, even), and yet my biggest fear is one of my bosses calling and giving me some assignment that MUST be done and will take forever, preventing my premature escape at 1:00 (was supposed to be 2:00, but I can't stand waiting for stuff). I never was able to see the long run of anything.

Yesterday I bought some of that Skittles gum... genius. I like it better than the actual candy. I have to punch myself in the face to keep from eating it instead of just chewing.

Last night I made dinner, which I think I mentioned in the last entry. The eggplant came out really yum... drool. The rice with zucchini and squash? Not so good. And by "not so good" I mean really bad. I rediscovered why I dislike chicken broth (because it smells weird, and because I spilled some and stepped in it... I hate squishy socks), and discovered for the first time that there really is such a thing as too much (Parmesan) cheese. Yugh.

On the plus side, there's leftover zucchini and squash (my mom always corrects me when I say zucchini and squash... I realize zucchini is a squash, but I love it so I have to specifically name it) which I am going to make into a big, cheesy quiche. Not with parmesan, though.

This last weekend I caught the episode of "Ellen" where she comes out. I am still trying to figure out why people had such a hissy fit over this. It's not like they showed her kissing a woman or anything (unless that happened when I went to go take something out of the dryer - boo laundry). And even if they did, it's not a world-ending event. With all of the truly bad and evil things that go on in the world, I'm truly incapable of understanding how there are still people who have problems with gay people.

I dunno... I am just really glad that I was brought up by my parents, who are very cool, tolerant, liberal people. Though, I like to think that even if my parents were (brace yourself!) Republicans, I would still feel and think about things the way I do.

Disclaimer: I do not hate Republicans, even if Ted Bundy was one. I even had a crush on one (Republican, not serial killer) once, this guy I had a class with in my first year of college. He turned out to be kind of a jerk, which is not also to imply that all Republicans are jerks as well as not being serial killers.

Speaking of political things (which I really shouldn't be allowed to do), this morning on KRON they started showing Phil Matier and the drool-over-able Gavin Newsom just as I had to leave. Figures.

Whoa... another high school flashback, they're playing Nine Inch Nails. Or at least I think it is, it's a song I've never heard before, but it sounds like good old Trenty. Hee.

My heart just falls on every word you say

I'm so exhausted right now. Despite the presence of the sun in the sky, I bet if I went home right now and got into bed I could fall asleep. Yay... sleep... Not as if I didn't get any last night (SLEEP, I'm still talking about sleep, ha ha) but it was clearly not very restful. I did have one dream where I was worried because my dad had found my blog, but in the dream the address was something like vacation.tl. Is there even a .tl extension? And what does it mean? I always have dorky dreams.

I've been cooking these last few days more than I have been. Friday night I made some sweet & sour porkchops (is that one word or two?) that came out good. Last night, basically a great junk food snack of frozen french fries covered with lots of cheese. Mmm. And tonight, I have to make stuff using eggplant, zucchini and squash before they go bad. They should really learn how to make vegetables last longer...

Family reunion on Saturday was all right. There were naturally irritating people but no real drama. We didn't really stay that long - one to five, maybe - but it felt long because I had to use the bathroom for the last two hours of it, and the ones there were hella creepy.

Sunday... what did I do Sunday? Mostly nothing, though I finally got down to typing "Good Girls" stuff from super days ago. I think I typed like five or six pages, then we went out with dinner with my grandparents for my mom's b-day. I really like being around downtown Pittsburg, it reminds me of going to see the fireworks. I was going to type more (I probably have 8 more pages left) when we got home but instead I did the dishes and we watched "Hide and Seek" (Robert DeNiro, Dakota Fanning). Predictable, but not unenjoyable. My mom and I were amused by the appearances of two guys from "Rescue Me" (I don't know the actor's names and can't be bothered to look them up - the guys who play good old ex-priest Mickey Gavin and amusing ghost firefighter Jimmy Gavin. Is his last name Gavin? I think everyone on that show is, jeez.)

Yesterday: Work. Bleh. Two dumb projects where I had to stare at a computer, then tiny text on paper, and then repeated those steps about 1092343 times. My eyes hurt so bad at the end of the day. I need to make an appointment to get new glasses. Actually, I'm going to do that now. Thanks for the reminder! Also need to call LS about textbook shopping. Mmm, texty.

"Like a favorite uncle who lives in the refrigerator"

It's 8 AM, I'm at work alone... probably not for long. At least neither of my bosses will be in today. One of them is actually going to be out almost all of next week... in the desert. In August. Huh?

Family reunion tomorrow, which I totally forgot about until, like, yesterday. I would be lying if I said I was looking forward to it, but it least it will be interesting - get caught up on who's in prison, who's out, who's divorced, who's knocked up, etc. Which is not to imply all of my family is screwed up. The people in my family who are "normal" are the ones I see normally, therefore kind of invalidating the need for a reunion. Whatever, all I know is it's going to be hot, and I'll probably need a daquiri (is that right? I can't spell this morning) or three when I get home. I'd have some at the party, but a blender is not really convenient in a public park. Oh, well.

And BTW I'm feeling a lot better. All that rest on Wednesday must have done me some kind of good. I was scared when I came back yesterday that there would be stupid work to do, and lots of it. I almost cried when I checked my messages and saw eight of them. No! But two were people hanging up (my message is long - why do people sit through it just to hang up?), a couple I could pass along to whoever, some from this chick at State Farm regarding an issue that was resolved Wednesday night. Awesome.

The college bookstore opens Monday... I'm so there. The thing I like best about buying textbooks (you know, besides being broke afterwards) is the sample box they give you from whichever companies who are dying to get you as a customer. There's always deodorant (usually Secret), tampons and/or pads, a condom (just one, which seems kind of odd, but then again I still have all the ones from sample boxes a few years ago, unless I threw them away), hmm... what else? I forget, but I always look forward to any free goodies.

Free samples make me think of two things: One, going to Costco, and letting my parentes buy the whole warehouse while I wander around and stuff my face with bites of chicken sandwiches, pasta, and cream puffs... they almost never have a good drink, though. Usually some kind of "sporty" drink like Gatorade (blech!)

The other thing I think about is this time when my high school Raza Studies class (yeah, I don't know what it means either) took a trip to the Berkeley campus because our student teachers went there, and it was some weird themed day, like Love Day or Safe Sex day or who knows. And we got the samples, in a plastic baggie, of a condom, a mint, and some lube. You won't find that in any high school curriculum.

I saw the preview for the new season of "The OC" a few days ago. I'm so excited! I'm also eager to see the second season finale I missed out on because of my own stupidity, which is going to be re-run either next week or the one after. I'm hoping that the power does not go out (would be my luck) or randomly not work as it happened on Tuesday night (they made me miss "Oz"! The one where it blows up! Bastards.)

Speaking of TV... I hope I am not ruining anything for "Six Feet Under" fans who missed this last Sunday's episode (SPOILER! LOOK AWAY!), but I am bummed about Nate. Cheats on his pregnant wife with his almost-ex-stepsister, who is a Quaker, has a brain dealy, is in a brief coma, is out of the coma long enough to further piss off his pregnant wife by telling her he doesn't want to work it out, make drugged goo goo eyes at the Quaker (that is just so random), and then die after this really fucked-up dream where the always perfectly groomed David looks like one of the cavemen from those Geico commercials.

Well, now I'm all wound up. The other girl just got here, and the guy is going to be here soon, so I better sign off and do the little work I have so far... I'm aiming for an early exit tomorrow so I can go buy b-day presents for my mom and bro. Which will be interesting, seeing as I still haven't decided what to get them.

It's about time that I make up my mind

You thought I was gone, maybe forever this time? No such luck, you're stuck with me, ha ha.

And yes, I'm home sick right now. Symptoms: Dizziness (which staring at the computer while uploading everything for my site hasn't really helped), headache, possible fever, blah blah blah.

If you look at older entries and see those ugly markers that show a picture isn't loading correctly, it's because I deleted them from my hard drive and can't find them... maybe I'll look for them this weekend and upload them again. Or maybe not.

I'll do a true update this weekend (or earlier), but right now my eyes are too blurry to keep doing this.