All the things I had in mind for you and me

Class last night was hella silly. During the break, LB, DK, AH and I had this hilarious conversation about these two guys who kept staring at DK. I can't even remember how exactly we were making fun of them, but I couldn't stop laughing for anything.

We took another quiz, but I think I actually did good on this last one. Some of us tried to convince Teach to let people who take all four quizzes keep the two best scores, and he said he would consider it and try to figure out if there's a downside to that. I don't think so, buddy.

Also, he was wearing a tie. I like ties.

Next week is the midterm review, which I am going to miss... oh, well. I figure I'll probably do okay on the midterm and final, but really clean up in the term paper area. We just learned the subject of the paper last night, which is something like whether America has the most violent crime, why or why not, suggestions for change... or some such dealies. We're supposed to get the handout for it next week (or in my case the week after that, when we do the midterm, bleh).

Tomorrow's my last day of work! When I gave my notice at the beginning of September it seemed so far away. Right now, gotta go check on an eBay auction (someone should really stop me from trying to buy stuff) before Training Chick comes in.

Could it be I'm a sucker for your honesty

Wentworth Miller is on the cover of this (or should I say next) week's TV Guide. Regrettably, still with the buzz cut. He's cute baldish, but hot with hair:





Thanks to the Prison Break fan site for the pic.

Whenever I'm having issues with someone's hair (being bald/buzzed when they shouldn't be, or having hair when they should be bald), I think about this genius comedian I saw on Comedy Central awhile back. It was this white guy talking about women's reactions to bald men:

"When women see a black guy with a shaved head, they're all, oooooh. But when they see a bald white guy they're all, eeeeeeeew."

I don't think it's necessarily true, but it was hilarious just because of the face he made when he said, "Eeeeeeeeew."

There's no one to blame for your unhappiness, you got yourself into your own mess

So today I needed to go out and fill up my car (unless I get off really early from work during the week, I won't fill up during the week) and that was all I was going to do. But then I squeezed out the very last bit of Colgate from the tube and thought, "I should go buy more toothpaste." I could have stopped off at Long's, but ended up over at the one place where I will never, under any circumstances, be able to control myself: Target.

My goal was to run into the pharmacy section, grab the toothpaste and maybe some Bioré nose strips, and run back out. I hit a few snags on that, by "accidentally" not going in on the side of the store where the pharmacy is right there. I spotted some argyle accessories that I had to buy - two sketchbooks (cause you know, I sketch all the time) and some highlighters. I was naughty in cosmetics and bought a bunch of Lipsmackers (but some are gifts for others, I swear) and also some Neutrogrena Passion Fruit lip balm. It rules my world.

I also went by Cost Plus World Market. But I was very good there and didn't by anything for myself (unless you count the Lindt truffles I shared with my family), just Christmas presents for a few people. I'm done shopping for all my friends now and just need stuff for my parents, R & R, and my godmother. I love Christmas shopping, even if it is only September.

So now my parents are back from their trip to Canada... yay. I was glad they went somewhere but I was so worn out all week. The last time I house/sibling-sat I was out of school and work, and R & R were on their school break, so it was easier. I got some nifty souvenirs though... this really cute purse keychain, a pink and black dreamcatcher, and some "Canadian Polar Bear Droppings" (chocolate coated cashews). My parents had also brought back a bunch of these Canadian candy bars and such to try... Some were pretty good, but there was this one type called "Smarties" that were like M&M's, but with a weird aftertaste. Yuck. Those wacky Canadians... but apparently they make a great steak. I want!

Work yesterday wasn't as bad as it could've been. We only did the regular four hours of recording, which was a plus, but the duplicator kept freezing up. Also I had to use paper labels again. Glue plus me equals headache... I was actually in a really bad mood until I went to get lunch from Nation's. I did have the green chiles on top and it was good... though I think one would have sufficed. I love the taste, but the texture of them bugs me. I really love going to Nation's, not just because the food is brilliant, but also because it's one of those places in P-town I just love for some indescribable reason. It gives me a kind of "community" feeling when I go there, kind of like going downtown to see the fireworks. I miss that. Screw B-wood, I'm going back home for the next fourth of July.

I could fake it but I still want more

Yeah, you read the time on this post right, 5:40 AM. Ugh...

So about five minutes away from the office, I notice this red light on my panel and think, "No way did I drive all this way with the brakes on!... Oh, it's just the "Check Engine" light."

And then I realized that could be a lot worse.

All I know is it better start up when I go get my fatty cheeseburger at lunch.

Watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace

It's Friday! But there's no Happy Friday Dance for me, coming in to work tomorrow (I know I have complained about this endlessly but I still can't believe I let myself be roped into it). Argh. But on the plus side, I think I'll get my lunch (tomorrow) from Nation's. Drool. I may even be brave and have the olé cheeseburger.

Of course, that's all depending on if my stomach is not being stupid then. I had the worst stomachache yesterday for straight hours. It's my own fault for having eaten junk food all week, but really.

I am all alone in the office right now, and will be alone all day except for JC. At least I'm leaving pretty early (two). And I'll break up the monotony somewhat by going to the grocery store and the bank. Yay deposits! And yay for the cop I see there sometimes, also presumably depositing.

Right now I have a bit of a work-related problem. There's something I have to post to our website but it's inside the producers e-mail, which for some reason will not open. I bet I could make Outlook work by restarting her computer, but I'd have to log in, and she didn't leave her password (hey, I've left her mine before, thanks a lot DD). So if her Outlook doesn't start working, I'll have to call the guy who e-mails her the stuff and see if he can re-send to me.

Then there's this bitchy chick from one of our affiliates, who sent us some spots to record this weekend. I e-mailed her yesterday because there was a problem with her file and we couldn't open it, and she sends me back this snarky reply that she needs these spots this weekend. Dearie:

1. You should've sent them more than two days ahead of time.
2. You should've sent files that AREN'T corrupt/virus-infected.
3. Go to hell.

I'm listening to KWOD right now. Why are people always wetting themselves over the Killers? Jesus, they're almost as overrated as the White Stripes.

Looking this entry over, it's really bitchy... I should stop, but instead I think I'll continue with the meanness.

Watching the season (six?) premiere of "CSI" last night, I made an observation: each season, Catherine Willows' (Marg Helgenberger) hair gets lighter. You watch the first season, and her hair is dark red. Now she's just plain blond. And irritating. They're clearly trying to push the brilliant brunette Sara Sidle out of the show by outnumbering her with irritating blonds (Catherine, and that other random blond lady who wants Grissom).

Damn, I've been here only about an hour and my eyes are already starting to blur. I'm making an appointment to go back to the optometrist about this... if I'm not used to my new glasses after a few weeks, I probably need new ones. There's some kind of 90-day guarantee that I'm well within to get them fixed without getting charged again. I think I'll go make that call now...

I cleaned the house and used the microwave, the good old-fashioned way

Last week in my class, this girl at my table kept falling asleep and left at the break, presumably to go home and sleep some more. Though I really like my class, I'm thinking "You read my mind, dude." We had our first quiz last night and I did not do well at all. In fact I failed... 50%... d'oh... but this other girl at my table got two out of ten right. Heh.

At least quizzes are only 10% of our grade. I'm looking forward to cleaning up on the term paper, which is worth I forget how much. What can I say, I have a knack for spewing the bullshit generally required in academic papers. My favorite example of this is during my first semester when I took a history class. We each had to do a term paper which was actually a book report regarding something post-WWII. This guy I liked but who was a jerk read his book forward and backward and got I think an 80 on his paper. I skimmed through my book an hour before I wrote the paper (the day before it was due) and got 100. I rule.

It has been a pretty blah week. Lots of headaches... lots of waking up early... and I've been having this weird pain in my jaw that I think may be from teeth-grinding. Ugh. And this week isn't even half over for me, as I have to come in on Saturday for a full day. At least my replacement was hired yesterday, so she's going to come in next week for training... my last week. Aw!

Random calendar/countdown stuff:

- "CSI" and "Law & Order Criminal Intent" both start this weekend. I'm still not sure how I feel about Chris Noth joining LOCI; I went back and forth between loving and hating him on the real L&O hella days ago. His character and Bobby Goren (Vincent D'Onofrio) should so hook up.
- In eight days, my last day of work! Maybe I'll actually get some sleep that night.
- October marks the beginning of the NaNoWriMo season, yet not NaNoWriMo itself (that's November). Um, somehow I'm supposed to finish "Good Girls" before then. Uh-oh.
- Few days after that, EC comes around!! Awesomeness will ensue, including my birthday.
- The week after EC leaves I have my midterm. Eep.

OK, and this is something I forgot to note hecka days ago... After I was opining about Remy Zero's "The Golden Hum" being the best album ever, I looked RZ up to see when they're giving me new music. And... they broke up! Apparently quite some time ago. Why am I always the last to know, and why do my fave bands always break up? I have bad band luck.

Don't you wanna go down like some junkie cosmonaut

Yesterday at work was so argh. The duplicator was being a total buttmunch, stretching my monthly CD chore from two hours to, like, five hours.

Then something good happened: I left work early (around two). And then something bad happened: I tripped in the parking lot on the way to my car. At least there was no one around to witness my humiliation... I wouldn't even mention it here, except then I wouldn't be able to complain about the weird, upside-down U-shaped bruise on my left palm, and how I'm going to be growing a whole new layer of skin on my left knee. Yuck. At least my new jeans fared well... better than my skin... I should find some way to replace my skin with jeans material.

Last night, my grandparents were over for awhile, during which we watched "Big"... I would like that movie if it wasn't on, like, five times a day on various channels. The only plus for this particular incarnation was that it was some "Three Guys and a Chick Flick" deal on WE and the three guys were Stella (David Wain, Michael Showalter, and Michael Ian Black). They're all hilarious and Michael Ian Black is GORGEOUS... in fact, now that I think about it, the hot neighbor in my dream from earlier this week looked a lot like him. Note to subconscious: Produce that dream again.

I also made Quigleys last night. Drool. I am fighting hard to not run into the kitchen to steal the last two.

Today, I predictably didn't get up to much. I managed to complete one load of laundry while watching too much TV and eating. I discovered this awesome series on HBO OnDemand, "Epitafios." It's in Spanish but luckily has subtitles... it's pretty awesome, in a kind of creepy way. It reminds me a lot of "Touching Evil" which was the best show ever until F/X decided to not do a second season. Grr.

And despite my worrying over the whole incorrect zip code, and the charge not yet clearning on my card, I got my Avon stuff today. You're dying to know what I got, aren't you?

- "Sweet Honesty" deodorant. I'm skeptical about its deodorizing qualities, but I figure at 99 cents it's no big loss if it sucks.

- Two dealies of my moisturizer, because it was on sale for two at $9.00.

- Above-mentioned moisturizer deal also included a free gift. I love free gifts! Especially ones like this: A compact this is silver and pink, with these rainbow-y rhinestones on the top. Insert girly squeal here.

- Some "whipped" (that's what the jar says) lip gloss, in "Passionate Pink." It's this great bright pink that will either look great on me, or make me look like a cheap tramp. Or both.

- A "Juice Jems" lip gloss that looks a lot like the whipped color... but it's pomegranate, and I don't have any pomegranate lip gloss yet! I saw and skipped out on an ugly one at Cost Plus World Market awhile back.

- This lip gloss that - supposedly - goes on clear and changes to some kind of pink that will match you perfectly. Either this stuff is bullshit, or my perfect pink is the exact shade my lips already are, only shiny. Pfft. I'll never learn.

Well, I'm going to sign off for the night; I want to finish "Lunar Park" (even though finishing new books I love makes me sad) before new "Cops."

The difference between you and me is I'm not on fire

My eyes are all blurry right now, which means I probably shouldn't be still in front of the computer, but what you gonna do.

We've had some issues with our mailboxes today at work, and I just hella cleaned mine out. I'm only going to be here two more weeks, anyway. JC decided which interviewee he liked the best and she's supposed to come in for like a second one where she does computer stuff... though, that requires her returning my message, which she has not done yet.

How confused have I been lately? Last week, I ordered something online from Avon and I typed in the wrong zip code (cause I've only been here for two years right), which prompted their anti-credit-card-fraud thing... I am watching the order like mad because supposedly if it doesn't process and ship within five days it is deleted. No, I need girly stuff! I called them yesterday and she said that it was fixed and should ship Thursday morning, which is today... grr...

I for some reason feel uncomfortably warm right now, which is odd because it has been really cool and nice this week. Well, not in my cubicle, but you know what I mean. Every morning this week, I pretty much am unable to type for the first 10 minutes because my hands are all frozen from the drive over (I can't stand driving with closed windows, and it's not quite cold enough for the heater). I am wearing my short-sleeved argyle sweater thing.

OMG, I finally got the corn husk dolls I won from eBay! They are so cute. Though, I'm still irked at the seller. Observe:

- STILL has not given me my positive rating. Ya got paid, biatch.
- Two or three of the dolls are not actually corn husks, but made out of something like tissue paper. You didn't tell me that!
- You're not polite. When someone bids and wins your stuff, you're supposed to kiss ass. Duh.

So, in stubborness on my own part, I'm not giving her a positive rating unless I get one. I'm so mature.

Class last night was pretty good, but god was I tired. And pissed, because the water bottle vending machine kept eating my money. Poor thirsty, tired me. Heh. But I have the ominous feeling that if I do not do some serious studying/outlining this weekend, I am going to be lost. D'oh. We also "might" have a quiz next week... I'm screwed.

So hopefully with the help of the following, this weekend will rule:

- Season finale of "Rescue Me"
- Starting season 3 of "The Wire" over again
- "The OC" and "Reunion" tonight
- Yeah, I know tonight's not really part of the weekend
- I also know it's sad my first three things are TV-related
- Garlic bread from Costco. CHOMP!
- Working on "Good Girls"... I just right now realized I have, like, two weeks to finish it. Umm. Yes...
- Depositing a paycheck is always good

Also, next work-week is an abbreviated one... yay that, except for the smaller paycheck thing. Boo.

Speaking of which, the girl who will probably be my replacement - and this is according to a scribbled note by my boss on her resume - may start out at $2 more per hour than what I started out at. WTF?

Though, I know this is partly my fault my not being more assertive and saying something like, "At my last job I made $___, would it be possible to start out at that here?" or some such thing. But alas, I've got the really-fucking-irritating passive-aggressive habit of just smiling and nodding while being secretly homicidal.

Note to self: Stop being secretly homicidal.

It's hard to believe I was so in love with you

OK, one of the girls interviewing for my position was just in awhile ago... she was supposed to be in yesterday but was hella sick. And today I called the last girl, who is coming in tomorrow, and she's also hella sick. Don't breathe on me, interviewees! Just kidding... well, maybe not.

Speaking of interviews and general employability, I have had no luck. Though, I guess blogging during work doesn't make me look so great (Hey, it's my lunch break! This time...)

My lunch is super grade school-ish. Because of a bread issue this morning (it was all frozen) I couldn't bring a sandwich so I brought:

- Some kind of Quaker Oats strawberry bar... pretty good, but you can tell it has no cholesterol (that is not a compliment).

- An organic crunchy rice and peanut butter bar. This was pretty good, but I'm lost as to why the label warns that it "May contain traces of peanuts"... of course it does... it's a PEANUT BUTTER BAR!

- Peach applesauce that I am about to devour

- Some Spongebob Fruit Gummy snacks. I had two and threw them away... it was like trying to chew on a big wad of rubber or something.

That's all for now. Good old Tuesday.

Promise to heaven that you won't make believe

So, I was at work for awhile today. I slept in later than I meant to (Freud sez: "Yeah, right") so I got there around 9:30 and left about 12:30. Traffic on the way home sucked, but I stopped by Raley's to get some randomness, including hot dogs for pigs in a blanket (yum junk food), potato chips (ditto)... hmm... what else? Chocolate bar. Man it was good.

I'm a ditz, there were these two kids outside the store collecting food, which I thought was for the whole Hurricane Katrina thing. After buying some items, I get home and read the flier and it's actually collections for soldiers in Iraq. Not as if I wouldn't have bought them if I'd realized it, but that goes to show how much attention I pay to things.

I started reading "Lunar Park" yesterday, and I'm about halfway through. It is fantastic, definitely worth waiting hella years for. I love falling in love with new books.

Today I talked to DD re my filling in for her later this month, and she mentioned that she was going to try to schedule an extra hour of recording. Ugh. But really, how smart is it to do that when you have someone who's never produced a live show alone before? I am so ready to be gone from that job now... not so ready for whatever is going to come after it. I could use a mentor, guidance, something... hell, even a bit of bad advice from Weekly World News' Dotti would probably be beneficial.

Right now, I should be typing some "Good Girls" pages. After I do it I should probably send some to JH, if she even remembers the story... I left her hanging on that hella days ago. That's such a bad habit with me.

Bend me, shape me, any way you want

Two bosses gone, one guy gone, one other girl here... I'm so leaving early today. I was considering going to see a movie (either "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" or "The Constant Gardener"), but then remembered that I am trying to be good and save money. Plus my mom got hella movies from Hollywood Video earlier this week that I still have to watch.

And I finally got my stuff from Amazon!. I have already listened to my new CD like twice... why do the New Pornographers rock so much? And I cannot wait to sit down with "Lunar Park." I feel the way about new books from my favorite authors the way most people feel about their birthdays. Unless they hate their birthday, which is too bad.

I'm annoyed, the person whose stuff I'm getting from eBay still hasn't given me my positive rating yet. I want! I only have like 35 points, but at least it's 100% positive. Damn skippy.

Today my horoscope said that someone who influenced me in my youth may pop up in my life again. Well, god, that could mean anyone from a teacher to Soleil Moon Frye, who played the badass Punky Brewster.

This is my last dream reference for at least ten days, I promise (unless, of course, I have a really "interesting" one): Last night I dreamt that "The Wire" was going to be starting again. I was so happy, and so annoyed when it turned out to not be real. I need my McNulty fix!





What can I say, I have a thing for drunk Irish guys (or British guys who play drunk Irish guys on TV). Thanks to this site for the pic.

Right now I think I may try to write a story that's been in my head a few days.

Whirl yourself around just to fall back down

Now, who didn't see this coming:

I so have a crush on my teacher.

But, at least it's not one of my tiresome "Obsess-stalk-cry" crushes. It's more of a very rational "Just-like-to-be-around-him" thing.

In other news, my throat is somewhat dry. That better be all it is. I had strep throat last year for the first time in hella days (when I was leaving my last job... how odd), which sucked not only because it hurts like a mofo, but because antibiotics don't agree with me. I am, in fact, allergic to the penicillins.

The only thing more pathetic than my intolerance for bread mold is the fact that I consider it a source of pride. Sigh.

No one has commented lately! I was hoping to get a few jabs after confessing Rick Astley was my first celeb crush... well, either him or Jordan Knight.

(And if that doesn't get me any comments, I'm so closing this thing down. Hee.)

Give it up to me, don't you wanna be my angel

You know your commute sucks when you start dreaming about how much it sucks. And I know this blog has been very dream-oriented lately, and I should really be putting these in the designated dream section, but I'm too lazy to do it.

Last night, dreamt that I was on my way to work but somehow wound up on the freeway (ahh!), managed to get off of it, but was totally lost. I wound up near this ferry and thought, "Okay, I'll get on, it'll circle around back here, and in the meantime I can just sit here and concentrate hard so I can figure out how to get home." I got on the ferry (without my car, because it was just this huge flat ferry full of chairs to sit on) and got a ticket ($41).

I don't know if the ferry ever went anywhere, because it changed to a dream where my grandparents had gotten this huge hi-def TV, and everyone was amazed because my g.p. are not really into new technology and all that.

I should go work now, so I will tell you the very last dream I had before waking up: I got to make out with Jeremy Piven. It rules to be me sometimes.

Let me slip into something more Freudian

Okay, first: Yesterday, I said the word "pricked" when I meant to say "picked."

And then last night I had this dream about this really hot, older guy who liked deep, meaningful conversations and gave hella good hugs. And smelled really good.

And it was a priest.

I'm so going to hell.

But in the meantime, I'm going to watch either the "Law and Order" marathon or the "Law and Order SVU" marathon or the "Cops" marathon or the "CSI" marathon. Man, Labor Day needs to be, like, longer.

If you dish it we can take it

I'm feeling awfully domestic this morning. It's just after 9 AM and I've already:

- Done a load of laundry
- Folded towels for my ma
- Put away the clean dishes from the dishwasher
- Made scones
- Made my bed

This, plus all the cooking I did yesterday (banana bread, quiche, a cake), is starting to worry me. Heh. There's no way I would have done all that if I had tried to sleep in later (I woke up around 6:45). I woke up multiple times early this morning, unable to get comfortable. I must have slept on my right shoulder weird because it aches. My left arm was also odd earlier, until I stretched it up to the ceiling and it went POP! Ow... too young to get old...

You remember on Friday when I was annoyed about not getting my stuff from Amazon? I've been watching the tracking, and somehow my stuff has ended up in... I'd give you three guesses, but I doubt you would get stuff intended for Brentwood, California would end up in FOREST PARK, ILLINOIS. If it doesn't start turning back this way I'm so gonna hurt people. See what happens when you try to save on shipping?

Speaking of stuff I'm getting, I won my eBay auctions. My acquistions: corn husk dolls. My mom had found me this really neat set at a yard sale awhile back, and I found two lots (from the same seller) to bid on. Yay for growing collections... though I now have a storage (or should I say lack of storage) problem. I'm probably going to move all my posters from near my computer to the naked space above my headboard, then put shelves for the dollies where the posters were.

Man, the last two nights I have had some disturbing dreams. The first, Friday night, was that someone in my family died. The one last night was where a shooting took place at my old high school, when I was there.

In the dream, I had a class with EC, and we showed up late and took seats in the back near the door. There were these two guys on the other side of the room being weird and creepy, and it just didn't feel right, so I grabbed EC and we ran out the door, immediately after which the shooting started. We hid in some closet with a few other people, one of them this younger boy who kept crying really loud so I was trying to make him be quiet by holding my hand over his mouth.

Finally it was over and someone came to let us out, and I'm walking around and suddenly panic, "Are they still alive? Are they here?" But they were dead.

I always have weird-ass dreams. I need a personal professional dream interpreter.

You can never be sure your mind is all right

I feel bad for not having made some kind of remark about the Hurricane Katrina thing... but in bad times, I'm (extra) bad with words. What can be said that hasn't already? Unfortunately disasters like these bring out not just the best of human nature, but the worst as well. We saw this after 9/11... and right now seems eerily similar to that time, at least to me. And I've dealt with them both in the same (deficient?) way: Looking away.

After 9/11, I was a TV zombie for maybe three days and then just quit. I was done. I'm not the kind of person who can get through or get over things by wallowing. I push all the bad stuff down into something that I can deal with minimally and privately while acting outwardly as if nothing is wrong. I don't just do this with world-changing events, but with anything bad that happens to me personally. I'm not good at letting people know that I need help or that I just need them around. Even close friends might not find out about something shitty I dealt with until way after it's over.... if ever.

Had enough? Me too. Now comes the part of the entry where I pretend everything in the world is dandy.

Yesterday was the first day of my four-day weekend... whoo hoo. Filled up my car (boo hoo... somehow gas went up another ten cents per gallon when I went to sleep), went to Longs (where I set off the detector on my way out, how embarrassing), and to Raley's where I bought hella stuff to make hella recipes. I'm making banana bread right now. And last night I made an orzo salad which was so good... that recipe will be up late tonight or tomorrow.

I also had an amusing convo with the two bag girls (there are these two who always seem to work together, unlike the majority of bag girls and boys who work solo) about "Sin City." I was advised that it's pretty much a porno. Hee. The actual cashier, probably in her thirties, did not really look amused by our conversation (the girls were probably like 17 or 18, giggly and chatty, possibly incompetent type). It's not as if there was anyone behind me in line.

Yesterday, annoyed that my stuff from Amazon still hadn't arrived (I WANT MY BOOK AND CD DAMMIT!), I was unwise and went on eBay... tsk, tsk. I'll tell you about the stuff I won if I win it (cross your fingers!) Too cute, and I really need to build my collection in that area.

I do not need to build my collection of burned foods, so I'm gonna go deal with my banana bread.

Two of hearts

You guys remember that song? "Two of Hearts?" By Stacey Q? I think it was her... anyway, it's fun but also irritating (like me in song form).

Blogging twice - at work even - is unusual but I so had to make a note about this. I'm randomly bored and looking around My Space, and I so just found the first boy I ever had a crush on (that I knew - not counting famous people). OMG, so funny.

On the plus side, he likes the Virgin Mary, reads, writes, and is a Leo. Awesome. Less plus side: He likes the Rat Pack. Who is this guy, my dad? Hee.

And in case you're curious - my first celeb crush - you asked for it!:

Singing out so all may hear

On the way to work this morning, I listened to Remy Zero's "The Golden Hum"... this is probably my favorite album by then, even possibly my favorite album ever. I just love it, it's beautiful. I'm waiting eagerly on their next one.

Is "eagerly" spelled right? It looks odd... I know it's not eagurly... damn spelling. The other day I was reading an article about average SAT scores and how they've gone up. I gloated because my SAT scores were higher - 1200 total (610 verbal, 590 math), but if I had to take it today without any prep (no vocab quizzes, etc) I know I'd do pretty bad. I don't use nearly enough big words to have kept up the verbal score... and math... I can't tell you the last time I added/subtracted without using Windows Calculator or Excel.

FOUR DAY WEEKEND STARTS TOMORROW! Regrettably, due to rising gas prices, I will be doing little. Most of the prices I saw for regular on the way to work this morning were around 2.89. Gulp. I hate when people complain about the price of necessities, and I don't want to be one of them, but really - when is it going to stop? Bleh. The only out-of-house activities I have planned this weekend are going to:

- Target or Longs to get misc. girly things (I mean necessary girly things, like makeup and Always and such)
- Grocery store to get food for any stuff I want to make over the long weekend. Yay fatness?
- Fill up gas tank. Sigh.
- The video store is a possibility, but I may just stick to my overpriced cable.

Despite a prolonged absence of this site in mid-July through early August, my stats have gone up. Way up. My used bandwidth for August was like three times as high as it ever was before. You guys rule! Though, I fear some of you were here for some... uh... weirder things than my witty banter. Four searches were regarding the dazed and confused Darya Folsom of KRON 4 news, including someone who was seeking information by typing in the classy phrase "Darya Folsom jerk off." Um, gross.

People also looked for:

- "Jamba Juice peach pleasure recipe" Man, I wish I did have that - best smoothie ever.
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Class last night was okay. I got there way early to get a good seat... I'm a dork. This nice guy from last week wasn't there, but I sat with a bunch of cool/smart girls. Irritating people at other tables were irritating. I'm kind of having this anxiety right now that I'm going to do badly in this class... you know having these dumb thoughts, "I haven't been to school in over two years, maybe I forgot how to study" and so on. I read through chapter one of our book last week but forgot a lot... I know it's just because I didn't take notes, which I'll do this weekend. Also, since starting this class, like almost every night I've had a dream with police in it.

I don't have much else to say, and god do I need to pee, so... have a good weekend!