Don't ask me to apologize, I won't ask you to forgive me

Earlier this week, I was coming up with all these great things to blog about... and then I didn't write them down, and forgot them. Sometimes my dumb-osity is astounding.

This morning, I needed to deposit some cash and went over to the Bank of the West. My bank is actually a credit union based out of Martinez*, but I can use BOTW for free transactions. So I go to the BOTW here in Brentwood, and both ATM's tell me they can't process it. Jerks. I go inside and inform the uninterested teller about this, who says that I have to call my credit union about it. I drive home, make the call, and speak to a really nice girl (all the people I've ever talked to at the credit union have been super nice! Unlike the BOTW hag) who tells me there is no problem with my account, and it must be with the BOTW co-op. Told you so!

*They used to have a branch in Antioch, but I don't think it's there anymore. That's a bummer for me if I ever have to go there, isn't it?

Long story short, I have to drive to the BOTW in Antioch to make the deposit, so that I can pay for my driver license renewal... My license expires on my birthday, and since EC is going to be in town at that time (whoo hoo!) there's pretty much no way I'm going to risk not having my license then.

Once home, I watched "Black Christmas", this horror movie from 1974. It's about this freaky killer/obscene phone caller** bothering these sorority girls at Christmastime. Because I've seen pretty much ever other horror movie in the world, it was quite predictable - but still super-creepy. The killer gets in the house at the very beginning of the movie, and hides out in the attic in between murders. Margot Kidder is one of the sorority girls (the drunkest and loudest, of course) and John Saxon (Nancy's dad from the "Nightmare on Elm Street" series) is a cop investigating the whole thing.

**IMDB says several actors - men and women - particpated in recording the calls, and I must say, they're pretty demented. In one of them, the guy starts grunting like a pig, and in another, he repeats to the girl who picks up, an entire argument she had with her boyfriend awhile before. Ew.

Oh, and they made a remake of this, to be released this Christmas. Among the stars: Michelle Trachtenburg (glurg) and Lacey Chabert (hurl). Actually, I don't mind Michelle Trachtenburg that much, even if she was on the "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" series (that was her right?). She once had a great part on "Six Feet Under" as a pop star that Keith cheated on David with. God, those were some of the best quotes ever, from a very quoteable show:

Keith: It was an accident!
David: An accident? What, you were just walking and you slipped and fell into her vagina?

God, I miss that show.

Speaking of HBO, I got my "Epitafios" season one DVD today! I was relieved to see the big yellow sticker on the plastic wrap that said "Audio en espanol, English subtitles available." Take that, annoying dubbing!

Funny thing: On my way to the (first) bank this morning, I had my car stereo tuned to the Adam Carolla show. He was on this tangent about how different towns with the same name should fight each other: like Salem, Massachussetts, vs. Salem, Oregon, and Washington state vs. the capital. His news girl mentioned there being a Pittsburg, California (my hometown) and he said something ridiculously hilarious about how Pittsburgh PA should send over all the steelworkers and they'd take care of "that town" easily. I wish I had an audio clip of this, because I can never explain funny things so that they sound funny. It was awesome, though.

All you know about me is what I've sold you

Well, my projects over at my old job are all done. Actually, I have about five minutes worth of stuff to do, and I would have done it today but I couldn't get to that computer. So, I'll just finish up when I go to pick up my check on Friday. It's nothing vital.

Hanging out with LS and MB on Sunday was fun. MB was somewhat late, and missed the first couple episodes of "Tourgasm" but - like me - she had watched the series all along, anyway. The food was all really good (if I do say so myself?), especially the potatoes. Oh god, do I love potatoes. After dinner we got into this amusing conversation about haunted schools, and about how LS and my elementary school was ghetto because we got bomb threats all the time (seriously). We finished up with Dane Cook and had dessert before they left... mmm, chocolate.

A bunch of my favorite shows are ending right now. Sunday night was the season finales for "Deadwood", "Entourage", and "The 4400." Random thoughts:

"Deadwood" - I'm totally bummed that Johnny's favorite whore got killed, as a stand-in for Trixie, who shot Hearst. Also, Hearst leaves town - finally! I think he leaves his cook behind, but I'm not sure. If so, she should hook up with Richardson (though, she'd probably convert him from antler worship to Christianity, which just isn't as funny).

"Entourage" - After the snafu that made Vince lose his chance to do "The Ramones" movie, he and E shop around for another agent, as Ari scrambles to salvage something out of their relationship. This ep brought back Josh Weinstein (Joshua LeBar), who is really hot on this show - in a slimy agent way, that is, and I hope he's back next season. Maybe even as Vince's agent, since he dumps Ari at the end of this episode. Sniff!

"The 4400" - I'm sad this season is over, because it was the best ever. Isabelle goes really nutso, and after six gunshots to the chest (courtesy Diana) don't stop her, her own dad injects her with that stuff that Tom was told would kill her. Isabelle doesn't die, but loses all of her powers and is "normal." Just to make sure, Tom shoots her again (awesome), but she just ends up in the hospital. Stressed out by this, and her job in general, Diana decides to leave NTAC and move to Spain with her boyfriend (originally her sister's boyfriend) and Maia. Come back!

Also facing season finales: BBC America's "Life On Mars" (this coming Monday, Sept. 4) and "Rescue Me" (FX, tonight). Johnny Gavin is dead (if he doesn't come back as a ghost next season, a la his cousin Jimmy Keefe, I'm going to be so pissed), and Tommy is getting ready to leave the FDNY. I don't believe it for a minute! But I guess we'll see.

The fall TV stuff has already started with "Prison Break" (FOX Mondays) last week, and we've got HBO's fourth season of "The Wire" starting September 10 (sneak preview OnDemand starting September 4 - I'm so there), and season 4 of "Nip/Tuck" starting on FX on September 5. I read an article or interview somewhere, about the show's producers/writers/whoevers, promising a "good" season; that is, unlike season 3, which a lot of N/T fans seem to hate.

I don't hate season three, though I do think it's a lot different from the first two. Seasons one and two, we have the McNamaras (I include Christian in this) staying together, or trying like hell to do so. Season three, it's all about everyone being disjointed. Sean and Julia are divorced, and the McNamara/Troy partnership is all kinds of messed up, due in no small part to the evil Quentin Costa (Bruno Campos), who is definitely the highlight of the season. Julia is too busy with her new spa, and with Quentin, to pay much attention to Matt, who's getting involved with this annoying racist chick. The last three episodes of season three are coming up this Saturday night, and I am looking forward to them like no one's business.

Wow, this was an almost entirely TV post. Hey, if I had stuff more interesting than dead hookers, movie stars, aliens, comas, firefighters, and serial carvers going on in my own life, I would have talked about that instead.

I don't know, but I been told, you never slow down, you never get old

Most hilarious quote from this last week's episode of Showtime's "Weeds":

Andrew Botwin: I'm so glad that our last name isn't Drew, because then you'd be Nancy Drew, and I'd be Andrew Drew!

Also, Doug (Kevin Nealon) calling Celia (Elizabeth Perkins) "cancer cunt" almost killed me. I loved her reply, too. "It's 'cancer tits', Doug." Ha!

I've done all my cleaning, and cooking prep, so now all I have left to do is change before my friends come over.

I finished reading "The Biograph Girl", and discovered that Florence Lawrence was a real person. Many incidents and people from her life are in the book, but a lot of it had to be kind of "filled in" - certainly, the stuff that happened after novel-Florence's fake suicide in 1938. IRL, she actually did die after ingesting ant poison. Yech. Poor lady.

It's all in the past now, money changes everything

Damn, I nearly made a hogmongous mistake in my checkbook. Yesterday after depositing my paycheck, I also took out some cash to give to my parents for the car registration. Anyway, I was eager to note the deposit in my checkbook, but not the cash withdrawal... oops. I just realized it right now, while putting in some things I bought today. I didn't spend more than I had or anything, but I'm still amazed I made such a ditzy mistake - okay, I'm not (amazed, that is; ditzy, yes).

And besides, I do have somewhat of a "cushion" in my checking account, at least for a few more days - I pre-ordered "Epitafios" season one from Amazon super weeks ago, and they don't charge you until the order is shipped (I think). Man, am I looking forward to having that show in my possession! This time next week, I may be all but consumed in the twisted world of an Argentinian serial killer who is obsessed with the opera "Carmen." It would be funny if I do get it by next weekend, because my parents will be away, and I originally discovered the show when they were on a trip last fall.

Last night I got all involved in looking up stuff for a new site. Yep, this year's girl may be moving on to a new domain. It wouldn't be for awhile, though (two or three months). I'm pissed that some German chick took www.yvonne.name, but the domain of a site I used to have a few years ago is open, so I might go back there. I'm really excited about finding a 3-column blog template... if only I had the know-how to make these things myself.

I slept a fair amount last night - I went to bed at 10:30, slept all the way until 5:00 and was up for about ten or fifteen minutes, and back to sleep until... 7:30. That's what, at least eight-and-a-half hours? Rock! Good thing, too, because on Saturday nights I have to stay up late (anywhere between 1:30 and 2:30) to catch up with "Nip/Tuck" on FX. Last week I was so tired that I wanted to record the last two eps on the DVR, but two other shows were already set to record at the same time! Ugh. I was not made for the night owl lifestyle.

Tomorrow, LS and MB are coming over for a Dane Cook "Tourgasm" marathon and yummy food! The menu:

Appetizer: Baked eggplant

Main: Quesadillas

Side: Roasted potatoes, sauteed veggies (zucchini, onion, tomato, corn) with cheese

Dessert: Hot chocolate sundae cake, cake batter ice cream

I'm already reading my last library book: "The Biograph Girl", by William J. Mann. I actually got this because JH is reading a book ("Where the Boys Are") by the same author that she likes a lot. This one sounded more interesting to me: It's about twin brothers, one a journalist and the other a struggling filmmaker, who discover the world's first movie star, (now 106 years old) living in a nursing home, and both of them want to expose her story to the world. Part of the story is that Florence (various last names) was supposed to have died of a self-induced poisoning back in the 1920s, and there is a girl who was indeed buried in her grave.

I'm not crazy about Mann's writing style - something about it just bugs me, or I think he's just trying too hard - but the story is so interesting that, after a few pages, I don't even notice anymore. And the characters are all done well, from the competitive twins (Richard is the journalist, and gay, and Ben is the filmmaker, and straight), to Ben's struggling-actress girlfriend Anita, to Sister Jean, a conflicted nun/nurse in the home where Florence has been living. Florence's stories about her life are by far the best, and I love how some real people (DW Griffiths, Mary Pickford, more I forget) are put into the stories. I've never been interested in old/silent films, but this book makes me want to learn more about them.

PS: What's up with Blogger lately? This past week, I've had the worst time getting anything uploaded. And for once, the problem isn't with my host. Grr.

I wish I could see you in the dark

My sister and I were just watching an episode of "Pee Wee's Playhouse" that she recorded from Adult Swim. It was about a fire that starts in the playhouse because that toilet-headed kid Randy (seriously, his head is shaped like a toilet) turns the oven up to 700 degrees because he's so impatient for the bread to be done (hey, I've been there before).

Anyway, they call the fire department, and Fireman Frank (who is no Franco from "Rescue Me" but still pretty hot, in a sleazy 80s way) gives Pee-Wee and Miss Yvonne tips on fire safety. One of the tips is to install fire detectors in the home. In the background, Pee Wee installs a fire detector above some paintings (Mona Lisa, and I forget the other two) while Miss Yvonne stands way too close to Fireman Frank and says, "I have a fire detector in my bedroom... right over my bed!"

I have never laughed so hard in my life! Or at least, this week. I'd say, "Who knew 'Pee Wee's Playhouse' could be so dirty?", but I think we did.

And just in case there was any question in your mind, I was not named after Miss Yvonne, the Most Beautiful Woman in the World, as I was three or four when the show began. What's really funny is that my sister - also born before PWP started - has the same name as another recurring character on the show. It's kinda freaky, huh? And yet, explains so much...

Watch my temper, I go mental

I slept slightly better last night. I went to bed right at eleven, after "Rescue Me" (NOT JOHNNY!), and slept until 5:00, and was awake for only a few minutes before falling back asleep until right before my alarm went off. I felt really blah a lot of the morning, though a soda at lunch (I have switched back to Diet Pepsi, with caffeine) helped. I got a headache anyway, from staring at the computer all day, pretty much (yet here I am again... I'm silly).

I had some interesting dreams last night, though. In one of them, I came back home from somewhere at night, and Pepe was on the driveway, all curled up and alone. In another, my dad was trying to kill me and my dream brothers, who were both bigger than me and should've been the ones trying to fight back, but I made them hide in the bathtub (Even in my dreams, I refuse to acknowledge that I'd be anything but the heroine in a horror movie). And in the best dream, I got to make out with Jay Karnes ("The Shield"):





I'd say that I've been watching "The Shield" too much, but:

1. Not possible
2. If makeout dreams with cute-ish actors are a side effect of that, I'm cool with it

I've been having a lot of kissing dreams lately. I had one a few weeks ago where I was kissing some guy who had a mustache. It felt really weird.

I'm ready for writer's club tomorrow, having typed up my stuff last night during the first half hour of "Rescue Me" (NOT JOHNNY! Okay, I'll stop).

With this week's paycheck already almost completely spent before I actually have it, today I went by Target to look at the school supplies. By going when I had only a few bucks to spend, I saved myself money in the long run - golly, (there I go again with that damn word) if I went when I got paid, I would've bought the whole store. I limited myself to one folder, and one notebook.

The folder has different sized barcodes and numbers, and the notebook is really pretty. The front and back covers are this soft, shimmery, dark gold (almost copper), and the front has a cutout over a dark brown background with a golden symbol. I think the symbol is supposed to be "G" for gold, though it really looks like a six, and may even be a nine - I was showing the notebook to my mom, and she thinks its a left-handed notebook. She might be right, and I'm not left-handed, but still, I'm all over this thing. Oh! And the pages are brownish and made up to look like they're old - do you know what I mean? Weathered, kinda beat-up looking.

It reminds me of a project we had in senior year English class, where we had to write a letter as if we were stranded on an island (this was while reading "Lord of the Flies"), and make it look "authentic." Mine looked really shitty; just crumpled up and with a few tears on the edges. Some of the other kids made awesome ones with like scorch marks and all. Show-offs.

I often fall into the trap of buying notebooks so gorgeous that I can't bring myself to ruin them by using them; but this shall be no more! I just can't decide what to use this goldie one for. I was thinking either a recipe book, or a drink recipe book, or even my planner/calendar for 2007. If I use it for a planner, and don't actually use it - the way I did with the cool "High Maintenance" book I set up for 2006 and never wrote in - then I will politely ask one of you to punch me in the face. Okay? Okay.

I'm going to be doing some work from home tomorrow, instead of going into the office after writer's club. I'm putting together this huge list of our competition's affiliates. I have five different documents that I need to pull together, and because a couple of them are set up so strangely, I'm going to go ahead and type it into my own design instead of copying-and-pasting. I will be back in the office on Friday, though.

I heard back about the mortgage job already, and I didn't get it. Ah, well. It was kinda funny, though, because I'd just been talking about my interview with a co-worker when the secretary called me on my cell to give me the news. Sniff.

You know what bothers me? When you think someone is mad at you, but you can't ask them, because they wouldn't tell you the truth. Any time in my life, if I was mad at someone and they asked me, "Are you mad at me?", I would say, "No, of course not!" Anger is still mostly seen as an unacceptable (inacceptable? which is the right one? oh, screw it) emotion. And, it's one of the hardest to verbalize because - to me, at least - it always seems mixed with something else. There are occasions when you can have just anger, but usually it's more like disappointed anger, or sad anger, or fearful anger.

I've already finished Thomas Tessier's "Phantom", and I must say I'm totally bummed that it never got good. I mean, it's not the worst book I ever read (I've had some doozies, I tell you), but I found myself hurrying through it - not because I wanted to find out what happened (nothing interesting!), but just because I wnated it to be over. I still recommend "Rapture" to anyone, though.

You know what I wish I had set up on this blog? Tags. I could go back and say, "What did I write about celebrities, or writing, or etc." But I write about so many different things in each post, that there would be about twenty tags. I've never been the type of blogger to come on and talk about one thing. In this entry alone, I'd have way too many: Dreams, TV, Target, Writer's Club, School, Work, Angry Whatever, Book, and... well, whatever this paragraph is about.

I'm also bad at ending posts.

See what I mean?

We will be leaving soon, and we might never get back to you

I have the most obnoxious sleep habit, which is that I always (well 99% of the time) wake up before my alarm goes off. It's usually around 10 minutes before, but can even be the minute before. Anyway, I'd set my alarm to wake up at 6:00 this morning, and when I woke up at 5:50 I thought, "Come on, I'm still sleepy!" Plus, I wanted to get back into this dream I had about some stupid lady who was going to have her perfectly healthy and young-ish dog (a Newfoundland, which are huge, but in my dream it was a miniature) put to sleep because she found out it wasn't purebred, and didn't want to take care of it anymore.

So, I re-set my alarm to go off at 6:30, and for the next half hour I proceeded to:

1. Sleep for five minutes
2. Wake up, look at the clock, and think "Oh, I have more time still!"
3. Repeat steps 1 and 2, several times

It so wasn't worth it for the extra sleep I got, and I never got to tell that lady off, either. Le sigh.

Last week when I was going craft-crazy, I went through my bag of collage stuff and got rid of a lot of things I was never going to use. One thing I had saved was a seed catalog my parents had, and I threw that away too, but I took down the web address because they sell some soap-making supplies I wanted to check out. Now I'm obsessed over the thought of creating my own soaps and lotions/creams, but first I'm going to be a smart girlie and invest $5 in the company's book about making said soaps and things. They also have a cool-sounding book about... uh... something cool. My poor brain is so confused.

I have more work at the old office than I thought I did, so I can definitely fill out this week there, at least. I wasn't planning on going on Thursday since I have a morning writer's club meeting, but maybe I'll go in the afternoon. I'd probably rather do that, and have a few hours there and a sucky commute home, than have to spend too much time there on Friday. Who can stand to work on a Friday?

I was reading this article today about how, although Americans have pretty much the longest work hours of any country, they have pretty low productivity. The author of this article, for some reason, couldn't figure out why - you just said it! Longest hours! [airheaded California girl voice] Hello? [end airheaded voice]

I went to the library on Saturday and picked up a few books I'd put on hold. I've already completed "Night and the City" by Gerald Kersh, a novel about this British guy (pretending to be an American) who lives off of his hooker girlfriend and is always coming up with schemes to make money, only to waste it on clothes and booze. I read another story by Kersh in a collection of "Alfred Hitchcock Presents" that I liked, which is why I looked him up.

I also got "Phantom" by Thomas Tessier, about a family who moves from the city into a small, middle-of-nowhere town. The 10-year-old boy is fascinated with ghosts and the like, and starts exploring an old spa that was the center of the town's long-ago scandal. It's supposed to be scary, and I thought it would be - Tessier wrote this great book, "Rapture", about this man who becomes obsessed with the beautiful daughter of a woman he used to be in love with - but it's pretty boring so far. Golly, I hope something happens soon. (I don't know what's up with this, but I keep saying "golly" for some reason).

I had a second interview today at the mortgage place, and feel better about it (the prospective job) than I did before. I met the other lady I'd be working with, who seems really funny. She was wearing this kinda strange camoflauge outfit and a bunch of silver jewelry. The other woman that I met last week had warned me that Camoflauge Lady is really into role-playing (not like that, pervs) during interviews, and I was a bit nervous, but I think I did okay. Originally they were going to make a decision by tomorrow, but have moved that until the very end of this week, or early next week. We'll see, won't we?

Season 2 of "Prison Break" started last night! I love the character actor, whose name I can't be bothered to look up right now, that they brought in as the FBI guy going after the guys. I feel very badly for the veterinarian T-Bag is making sew his hand back on. I'm relieved that Dr. Tancredi survived her guilt-laden OD, and totally get her humiliation - who hasn't done something really dumb for a gorgeous guy?

And I don't want to spoil anything for anyone who hasn't watched it yet, but all I'm gonna say is: It's not right to put someone in the opening credits of a show, when they get killed off in the last five minutes of the season premiere! Unless they come back as a ghost, which I'm pretty much down with. (Flashbacks don't count as being a regular character, either.)

Speaking of characters, I don't remember seeing Paul Adelstein's name in the opening creds, either. Much as I love Scofield, this show is nothing without Agent Kellerman's unapologetic killings of innocent civilians. Hee.

Wrong way on a one-way track

I was doing pretty good about blogging frequently, but this week I actually had stuff to do. Who would've thought?

Tuesday, I got a call from an old job for another project to do, so that's what I've been doing the past few days. It's this database thing that was giving me trouble at first, but then I figured it out - yay, me! It's not a hard project, just a kind of tedious one that no one else wants to do. Yeah, that's the stuff I get, but when you are broke, you don't have much choice.

Though, it seems as if things may finally be looking up on the job front. I had an interview yesterday at this mortgage place, with a second interview this week because one of the ladies I'd work for wasn't able to make the first one. The commute is okay, but I'm not sure how I'd feel about working in the whole real estate, mortgage, financial, whatever, area.

And when I was at work yesterday, I got a call from this law firm that I applied to super days (like, back in July) ago for a data entry gig. By the time I was notified of the message, it was four and the lady I called back was gone for the day. Man, I would be too. I left her a voicemail, but I might go ahead and call her first thing Monday morning also. I don't know if I'm going into work on Monday - there are still things left to do on the project, but I haven't been given all the information to go ahead and do it.

I'm thirsty - but my glass is across the room - and my glass is also empty. Am I not the laziest person you ever heard of?

What else have I been up to this week? I wasn't able to produce anything about Evie for writer's club on Thursday, but I still attended the meeting. This was the first, and only, time (I hope) that I haven't had anything for a night meeting. I'm amused and pleased to note that I did get some work done on Katrina and PrisonBoy while at work yesterday. I had to make searches to delete stuff in the database I'm working on, and the searches take enough time for me to get out a few sentences. It's called multi-tasking people!

So at least I'll have something to take to morning meeting on Thursday. One of the ladies in the group hurt her foot awhile back, and needs a ride, so I'm going to give her a ride. It's a bummer, one of the writers might be moving to... someplace that I forget but is far away, so now night meetings will be evening smaller. Hmm. Another member who hasn't been there for sometime but is still considered part of the group, is having an Oktoberfest party in (clearly) October, for everyone in the club that should be fun. Apparently they've given some pretty kickass parties. I'm totally there.

Today has been a serious TV day. I watched the episodes of "Entourage" and "Deadwood" that I missed last Sunday, and the second season premiere of "Weeds." Good old suburban, pot-dealing moms. And right now, I'm catching up on "Brotherhood." On Thursday night, I picked up a couple more discs from the first season of "The Shield." There are so many things to like about that show, but you know what's my favorite? Actor Walton Goggins, as Mackey's (Michael Chiklis) bad-cop sidekick Shane.





First of all, who names their kid Walton Goggins? And who keeps that name when it's given to them? Plus, note his forehead. It's huge! I love it! I think his only competition in that area is Chris Meloni.





Anyway... hmm... I've felt busy, without actually having lots of stuff to do. The last couple days, I've been trying to be creative, and have been working on some jewelry. Nothing fancy - just kind of simple, subtle, but cool stuff. I guess I was inspired by seeing all of KA's pieces last week. I wish I had enough patience to learn how to make some of the fancier stuff she produces. I might buy something from her when I get paid next week.

My grandma is back in the hospital again. She's been super weak the past few days because she hasn't been able to drink or eat enough to keep her strength up. They did more tests to make sure there's no blockage, and luckily there isn't, but they're still debating on how to feed her. They're talking about either a nose tube (ugh) or something more permanent like a catheter, that goes into her stomach I guess? (also ugh).

I feel bad for her, not just for the obvious reasons, but because I know how frustrated she must feel in not being able to do all the stuff she usually does. Though she was a smoker for a really long time, she was always pretty healthy, and now she's sick and unable to do her usual activities, just as far as taking care of the house and all. My grandpa is pretty dependent on her, too; she takes care of all the bills and cooking and, usually, the shopping.

Speaking of being dependent on people (and here's where I change the subject abruptly, you see), this morning I had to have my dad kill a spider. Okay, this spider wasn't extraordinarily big; I'd say its body was about the size of, I don't know, a piece of hominy. Freaky thing? His legs. They weren't gross-furry or thick or anything; they were really thin, similar to a daddy longlegs, but they were at least two or three inches long!

I spotted him in the far corner of the ceiling as soon as I was in the shower. That always happens. I'm now smart enough to check for spideys in the tub before I get in, but there always has to be some wiseass spider hiding in a distant corner. Of course, once I was in, he started moving around. I was worried he was going to drop down onto either my toothbrush, my towel, or - worst of all - my head.

I wouldn't say this is the fastest shower I ever took, but it's in the top five. I was so creeped out that even with super-hot water on, I had chills. As soon as the water was off, I was in my towel, running to my room, and screaming for my dad to kill and flush Mr. Spideyface. (The flush request made specifically because my dad once just rinsed a spider down the sink, only to have it crawl back up. Ugh!)

Moral of the story: Never live without a guy, or girl, who can kill and dispose of creepy-crawlies of any proportion.

I haven't cooked in awhile, so I'm going to go see if there's anything I can make for dinner. I was so bummed - last night, I was going to have some salad with romaine lettuce, almonds and... oh, cornbread croutons. I decided on French dressing, and so enthusiastically opened the jar and tilted it over. I'd been thinking that this bottle had one of the plastic covers with the small holes that only lets out an itty-bitty of dressing, but no - it was a totally open cap, and so I splashed about one cup (seriously) of dressing onto an equal amount of salad. I tried one bite, just to see how bad the damage was, and it was so gloppy and gross that I gagged. So grossed out by this adventure I was, that I couldn't have any salad, at all.

I've really been craving taco salad, and my grandma actually made and sent some over earlier this week, but I'm - what's the word? - picky. The only things I really like in taco salad are lettuce, cheese, ground beef, and ranch dressing. I will grudgingly allow onions and tomatoes if forced at gunpoint, but draw the lines at olives and other weird things. My gradnma uses both olives and beans (the worst!) in her taco salad, and also uses taco seasonings on the beef. I know that it makes sense, since it is taco salad, but... yeah, I hate taco seasoning. It reminds me of (obviously) Taco Bell. And Taco Bell is evil. They never did explain what happened to that little chihuahua.

I remember hating you for loving me

The family party on Saturday actually went all right. Though, I had a few moments of freak out when my mom told me, at 10:30, that some of our relatives would be there in half an hour, when the party was supposed to start at 4:00. I'm all, "WTF?!?" I had just gotten out of the shower, and had to rushed through getting dressed and cleaning the bathroom and such. And then said relatives didn't actually show up until after 1:00, which was just... argh. But anyway.

There's this new Chex mix that's flavored like the turtle candy - you know, chocolate and caramel and nuts and yumminess. And the Chex mix itself is very good, especially the caramel popcorn pieces. For dinner we had pizza from Round Table, this yum broccoli salad from Costco, and ribs that my grandma sent over (she was feeling too weak to come over herself). I got so full that I couldn't even manage a piece of the birthday cake, which was a banana's foster ice cream cake. I did have some last night, though, and it's really pretty good.

LS and MH stopped by for just a few minutes, after everyone at my house was (barely) gone and after a wedding they went to. LS brought me this dealy she got for me while she was on her trip last month. It's this heart-shaped, blue glass "stone" that is etched with an image of the Virgin Mary. It is so pretty! I already have it set up on my little "shrine" of sorts.

Sunday... which was yesterday... (I keep having the feeling that it's Sunday today) was also OK. I went to MB's house to meet up with her and DM before we went to the Renaissance Faire. Well, we called our friend KA, who is basically a hermit, trying to convince her to go, and she said we would meet up there (at the faire) at 3:00. MB and DM and I had amusing times with MB's aunt, looking at everyone's MySpace and talking about who is cute and who is not (she has a serious thing for Chris Cornell, which kind of freaks me out). We went to KA's around... 1:30? And the four of us hung out in the front yard for super days before going to get something to eat.

We ate at this cute japanese/sushi place that I have never been to (mostly because I didn't know it existed). I did try a California roll (eh) but I had tempura vegetables - zucchini (the best), broccoli (great, but I only got one!), carrot (pretty good), onion (okay), and mushrooms, which I am not a big fan of. It was all yum, though, and we had this amusing conversation with our waiter about how many times DM said "Thank you" (a lot).

I thought the faire ended at 6:00, but I guess it really ended at 5:00, which we arrived well after that. There were still a fair (fair? get it? huh huh) amount of people around, but a lot of the booths and things were closed. I did see one purse that I loved, but was out of my budget... damn, I hate that. I also saw this jerk I had bowling class with a few years ago. What a creep.

We dropped KA back at her house, and went to play "Apples to Apples" at MB. Her aunt joined us, and we munched more on this great pasta she'd made. It was fettucine, I think, with swiss chard, olive oil, and lots of garlic. Mmm, we all know how I love garlic! It was funny, MB's grandma told us something like, "This is pasta you eat only if you don't have a boyfriend, because your breath smells like the garlic." Wow, if I had to choose between garlic or a guy - I think we all know which decision I would make. Yay garlic!

I got home about 9:00, did the dishes, and had a small snack before going to bed around 10:00. I had this headache because I didn't eat for such a long time during the day. I'd eaten breakfast at about 9 AM, and we didn't get lunch/dinner/whatever until nearly 4:00. Ugh. What can I say, I need to eat a lot. I barely drank anything all day, which also contributed to feelings of ugh-ness.

Right now I'm going through a weird "organizing" phase. I'm trying to organize like everything in my life: my actual physical possessions, and things like my website and computer files. I guess this is my frustration at not being able to get a handle on things like my writing, or getting employed. Though, I did get a follow-up e-mail on a job I applied to earlier this month, and hope to set up an interview for this week. It's an office thing (will I never learn?) but right now damn near anything is starting to sound good.

I've missed the last few days as far as exercise goes. I should go do that, especially since my parents bought this hogmongous bag of peanuts at Costco last week. I can't resist peanuts.

You know our hearts beat time out very slowly

Last night, I went out with LT to Peet's and to Barnes & Noble. Man, books make me wish I had a job, and therefore money. LT is interested in possibly joining the writer's club, which would be awesome - though, he might possibly steal my role as Freaky Fiction Writer. Eh, what you gonna do.

Today, I could no longer resist the shopping bug, and went to a 99-cent store I like in Antioch. I got:

- Virgin Mary candle
- These nose strips, like the Biore kind, but a really cheap brand. I looked at the ingredients for Biore, and the imitation brand, and they don't have any of the same stuff... so, I'm scared. What if the cheap ones pull my nose off? Anyway.
- Makeup brush
- NYC (New York Color) brand translucent powder

Still unsatisfied, I went to Burlington Coat Factory to see if they have any more pairs of my beloved pink-and-purple striped socks in; no luck there. I left without buying anything, though it hurt me deeply, and went to see if they had anything good at St. Vincent de Paul. Nope. Ugh, the shopping gods are pissed at me!

My parents went to Costco this morning, and my mom also went to Safeway afterwards, so now the fridge and cupboards are all overstuffed with food. Whoo hoo!

So KA and I are not going to the RenFaire tomorrow, which is somewhat of a relief on my wallet and my gas tank. She's going to be there Sunday, and I might still show up, but I'm not that keen on it.

Tomorrow for the family party, everyone is coming over at 4:00. Man, I hate waiting for end of the day parties. Note to relatives: You better be gone by 8:00 so I can watch "Cops" in peace, and if you're not gone by 8:00, you really need to be gone by 10:00 so I can barricade myself in my room and watch "Nip/Tuck."

One of the things I love about "Nip/Tuck" is that I find all of the main male characters really hot. Sure, this is grossly unrealistic, but... hot guys! We've had Julian McMahon and Dylan Walsh from the beginning, and in the third season, Bruno Campos joins in on the fun.



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Another outstanding example of the "All Attractive Dudes" on a TV show is on "Whistler" (The N). Apparently, the McKaye family is comprised of nothing but cute guys (the mom is also gorgeous, of course):



photo sources: Adam and Jesse, Nicholas, David


Also notice that Beck McKaye is the only blondie floating in a sea of dark-haired guys. Aw, that's just the way I like it, baby.

I went to Hollywood Video this afternoon also, and got "Inside Man" (I saw it in theaters, but it rates another viewing), "Pet Sematary" (I never could find it on TV), and I'm starting to watch season one of "The Shield." I know I watched it when it was actually on, but I can't remember it. I watched the first couple episodes of season two also, but fell out of the habit. With "Rescue Me" ending in just a couple weeks, I'm going to need bad cop Vic Mackey to fill my antihero fix.

Love is blindness, I don't want to see

My posts are getting close to numbering 300, but I don't think I'm going to celebrate it just yet, as 49 of them were made by participating in Blogathon. So, I'll have to make a note to myself to do have a big to-do at entry number 349.

I spent some time today thinking about the site/blog, and how it's annoying me. Now I really wish I hadn't put the blog on in the index page. I'm also thinking of moving to a new domain in the new year, as well as a new design. We'll see.

I don't know why I've been so clumsy today. In the past couple hours, I've bumped into three chairs, stubbed my toe, and almost tripped over T-Bone in the kitchen. Oh, and earlier I was getting off of my bed and almost slipped on this little pillow that was on the floor. I'm weird like that.

So, Seth Gabel and Bryce Dallas Howard are expecting their first baby, aw. Damn, now I really can't hate her. I tried to find a pic of the couple, but Google would not cooperate as such.

Saturday, we're having a combo birthday party for my mom and brother. It will either be fun, or suck. That's how it goes in our family when everyone gets together.

That morning I may or may not go to a Renaissance Faire with KA and whoever else we can rope into it. I haven't been to one of those in super years - like in high school sometime. All I remember is tasting this huge roasted turkey leg (yummy) and riding this really wide swing (it fit like 15 to 20 people, if I remember right). I also bought two barrettes that had a little fabric flower on them, and more ribbons flowing from it. They were pretty, but broke almost right away (my hair is really thick and tends to kill barrettes, bobby pins, hairbands and such). I still have all of the ribbons, though.

What else? I've started watching a new show, "Life on Mars", on BBC America (I'm actually playing catch-up OnDemand, I think it airs Monday nights though). It's about a modern-day policeman who gets hit by a car, and when he comes to he's 30 years in the past. Oh, 1970s fashion is so bad. He first thinks it's a prank, or that he's gone crazy, but then starts to hear things and have hallucinations that make him believe the entire 1976 situation is something his mind is creating while he's actually in a coma in 2006. It's pretty neat, and I want to keep up with it. I must have developed a British television fetish while watching "Waterloo Road."

Speaking of OnDemand, I'm pissed that I have not been provided with this last Sunday's episode of "Deadwood." The one week I miss it, and they're lagging on getting it up there?

Since I've been waking up with an alarm clock the last few days, I haven't been able to remember much of my dreams. I know in that one from last night, I was with a group of people (LS, some dude, older lady) and we were all sharing this huge sundae at an ice cream shop, and then left to go investigate this haunted house. It wasn't an old house; it was one that was still being built next to a river. Okie dokie then.

I just barely managed to produce something for writer's club this morning. Seriously, I don't think I sat down until after 6:00 last night to start. Yeah, I started when the first episode of "The Simpsons" started at 6:30, and worked off-and-on until nine, when it was ready for printing. I'm pleased with the way the story is going so far, but I'm wondering if I can make it work in the end.

The dogs got groomed yesterday morning, and are now shaved and ugly. They shaved T-Bone's head except for his actual face - do you know what I mean? And it looks really ugly. I wish I could take a picture to show you. Just take my word for it that they look ridiculous and rat-like.

I would have thought you would have had enough by now

I've not a lot to blog about today, but felt that I should.

Right now Pepe is sitting in the front window, which always makes him very happy. You should see his eyes light up when I say, "You want me to open the window?" He starts wagging his tail and jumping around and pushing at me with his little paws. Aw, he's so cute. But stinky. Tomorrow he and T-Bone are going to get groomed.

It's so weird, when my mom was out on Saturday, she went to Michael's and found this picture of two little dogs getting facials. They have little masks, cucumbers over their eyes, and are wearing little white robes. The one on the left looks exactly like T-Bone with his big chihuahua ears, and the other looks just like Pepe with his floppy ears and white paws! It's kind of freaky...

Dude, I just had breakfast a couple hours ago and I'm already hungry again! I had wheat chex with banana, and then a peach. Cereal never fills me up though. Especially ones that I don't like, such as wheat chex. I know how stupid it sounds to eat something you don't like, but I've been trying to have at least one healthy meal a day... hehe. And, bland and squishy or not, wheat chex is good for you. Bleh.

Tonight, I am making these cheesy* potatoes for dinner... my mom likes them, and it is her birthday week, so there. It's going to be all potatoes and cheese and chiles and... uh, what else do I put in that thing, anyway? The first time I made it (the best) I didn't write it down, so I forgot. Maybe I'll try putting in creamed corn this time. I hate creamed corn, but maybe I won't hate it so much in this when it's baked?

*Every time I've tried to type that word today, I've spelled it "cheesey" at first. I don't know why, but that misspelling (sp?) looks so gross.

In an attempt to make my blog more visual, I include today's picture:





I love how after all these years, Madonna can still piss off all the religious people. I don't consider myself a serious fan of hers (though her older music rules), but I've always admired her ability to shock people. And, it takes a special kind of talent to make blasphemy look cool, which I think this cross does. I would've worn a more creative outfit if I was going to go ahead and dance around on a cross, but I guess we can't question the Material Girl.

It's no use after crying, saying it's a mistake

My back hurts. I don't care for that. It's not even my whole back, just like the left side. I did sleep funny on my left, though; when I woke up my left arm was all twisty under me and hurt for awhile. I kept waking up every hour and rotating like a rotisserie chicken, or something. It was pretty funny, but annoying.

I watched an awful lot of TV this weekend. Last night, my mom and I watched "Dominion: The Prequel to the Exorcist." Though it still had that gross birth scene, I liked it better than "Exorcist: The Beginning." Though, neither of them were really "scary" except for the scene that takes place in WWII, when the Nazi's are in Father Merrin's town in Holland.

This may seem like a random association, but speaking of European things: I'd forgotten to note that, a couple of episodes of "Hell's Kitchen" ago, we learned that my beloved JP (Jean Phillippe) is not French but Belgian. Eh, close enough (yes, I am a stupid American who doesn't know geography. If you gave me a blank map of the United States, I could probably only correctly fill in half of the states).

More cultural amusants: The last episode of season one of "Waterloo Road" has Donte's trial (as to whether he was responsible for the death of his friend), and the laywers are wearing the black robes with white ties - and those wacky, George Washington style wigs! The judge had on the same type wig, but her robe was black with purple and red. Now, I once saw an episode of "Degrassi TNG" where the lawyers had those robes, but I'm lost as to why any modern court system would continue on with those wigs. I mean, they're not even fit to the individual's head; it looks like they're just plopped on top of their hair like a dead animal. Anyone have an insight on this?



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And, oh boy, did the season finale Waterloo Road give us lots, but leaves us wanting more. Andrew and Kim kissed, but will they get together or continue their alternately flirty or angry banter? Will Jack warm up to Ms. Haydock, after she saves him from death-by-burning at the hands of Lewis? Can Izzie and Tom make their relationship work? Does Lorna really commit suicide? C'mon, BBC America, it's not fair to make us wait on these things.

TNT has the different episodes of "Nightmares and Dreamscapes" available OnDemand, so I can actually watch "The Fifth Quarter" (with Jeremy Sisto) that I fell asleep through before, and see "Umney's Last Case." I don't remember caring for the story itself much, but it stars Jacqueline McKenzie, who is my new love, so I want to to watch it.





Looking up info on her, I found out that she is not only an actress but a singer. Her singing voice doesn't sound at all like I would have expected - nice, but kind of breathy and little-girl like. I'm probably just too used to her as the all-business Diana Skouris ("The 4400").

LT had invited me out today, but besides not feeling up to it (the PMS monster is in town, stay away lest you get screamed at and/or cried on*) I'm hella broke.

*Actually, I'm not that crazy this month; just tired and goofy. And, yesterday, went through a short span of time where I wanted to clean everything. Thank god that didn't last too long. I still feel like I could eat my way through the whole house with no trouble, though. I probably would, too, if there was anything to munch on. Last night I was reduced to snacking on popcorn, which I hate unless I'm at the movies.

I found out I should have been more patient on Thursday, when I went to writer's club; a couple of the other ladies did show, but about ten minutes late. Sigh. We all know I'm not a smart girlie sometimes. I don't remember if I mentioned this before, but I had been excited about this particular meeting because I wrote a short story that I wanted to submit to a local magazine, and wanted feedback on. But now I'm not sure if I'll share it; it's kind of a bore compared to my other work, and... actually, that's the only reason. I have a kind of reputation now as coming up with wildly crazy stuff, and I would rather keep it that way. So, I think I might sit on this new story for awhile.

Yesterday my mom went out for an early birthday dinner with my godmother, who is her cousin. They went to Uno's (best ever) and did some shopping, as they usually do. It was funny, when they got back to the house in the evening my mom had to show off all the new things to her collections (her veggie collection, her pig collection, the cacti, probably more I'm forgetting). After my godmother went home, I thought "Oh man! I forgot to show her my corn husk doll collection!" We're good at collecting things, the women in my family.

I'm glad I bought my mother's birthday present back when I still had money. It's just something little, but cute. I probably won't be able to get anything for my brother. The only things he really likes are video/computer games, which are totally out of my budget unless I find original Nintendo games at a yard sale for a nickel each. Hee. I like the old Nintendo, it was fun.

I'm sad, I did not get to use this "Bath and Body Works" coupon my mom gave me awhile back! I don't think I've been there since I went to the first day of the semi-annual sale, which was back in June. God, that was two months ago! How have I survived since then?

So you can hear me breathing, do you think it's easy

Whew, it's hot in my room right now.

I just had a very yum dinner that I made! I haven't cooked in awhile. There's not a name for this dish (or if there is, I don't know it), but it's just onion, zucchini and tomato sauteed, and then jack cheese is mixed in and gets melty. I think it came out really good, though I forgot to put in spices. I wouldn't have put in much, but I am a big fan of pepper and garlic salt.

My mom rules, last night TNT re-showed the "Nightmares and Dreamscapes" episode (You Know They Got a Hell of a Band) that I missed on Wednesday and she recorded it for me. We watched it while watching lunch today, and I was quite disappointed. The Mary character (played by Kim Delaney, ugh) vocalized everything that she only thought in the story, and I can't stand that in movies.

This morning I also watched an episode of (the British) "Touching Evil" that I recorded back in February and hadn't gotten to. It was about this serial killer who strangled women, then cut out their heart and left it in a trash bag* near the body, to be discovered by their husband or boyfriend. Creepy! But I figured out who the killer was (this freaky grief counselor) really early on. It was still a good episode, though I was shocked that they killed off (either detective or agent?) Rivers.

*They kept referring to it as a "bin bag", which made me laugh for some reason.

I didn't have my writer's club meeting last night! I got to the building a bit earlier than usual (6:45), and I'm usually the last one there for the meeting that starts at seven. There was some other function going on in the building, and our usual meeting place was occupied, so they had reserved another room for us. Only, no one ever showed up - or if they did, they were late. I only waited until a few minutes after seven, but really, no one in this group is ever late, so I just left.

Not wanting to just give up and go home, I went to this "new" (at least a year old by now) church in the area that I have always admired from the outside. It was a pretty disappointing experience. I went inside and was looking around in the foyer, and the first thing I find is some magazine called "Celebrate Life: The (Secrets?) Planned Parenthood Doesn't Want You to Know!" Oy, I should have seen that coming.

Then, I had wandered into this little hall where the women's bathroom was, so I went ahead and went in - and the door tried to kill me! Seriously, it was really heavy and like shoved me into the room. That's not a good omen, I think.

I wasn't in the actual church very long. It's big and airy and pretty inside, and I sat there for a few minutes looking at the statues and listening to some people practice singing hymns. But it made me depressed, because I was just sitting there and I didn't feel anything. You know what I mean? Like I was empty inside, that I might have been anywhere - a drugstore or a school or a movie theater - and felt the same, not enlightened or inspired or anything special.

To punish myself some more, I left that church and tried to find this tiny one that used to be by my brother's old school. Either I hallucinated before, or it's just not there now. Bummer.

I drove to the library - I've been meaning to get some new books to read - and as I pulled into the parking lot, I remembered that I didn't have my library card with me. Argh! I was thwarted in so many ways last night!

After that I gave up, came home, numbed myself with TV and chocolate. Mmm, chocolate. But it wasn't anything good, only a Kit-Kat bar. I have this recipe for snickerdoodles that I think I'm going to make tonight, or tomorrow for sure. I need something sweet.

I'm going to go, because "Whistler" is starting - this is a great, trashy show. The guy who runs the local resort (and nearly the whole town) is this freaky voyeur who gets off on taping (from behind a two-way mirror) his wife getting it on with various people. Said wife doesn't seem to have many problems with this, and in her time off, smokes weed with her alcoholic stepson. And people say modern families are dysnfunctional!

I can't wait too long, I need you now

I'm so annoyed. The pretty red nail polish I'd put on during Blogathon got totally ruined on Tuesday, in my attempt to put these pendants I have onto these tiny like keychain things (so I can wear them on necklace chains). The little circles are so tight that I have to keep them open by sticking them on one of my nails, and trying to force the pendant onto it. Well, do you know how many I got done? One. One pendant onto one dealy, and that took 15 minutes of pain and me muttering obscenities. Does anyone have any tips on loosening up the little metal rings?

Also annoying: I forgot to watch "Nightmares and Dreamscapes" last night! And they had the episode where Kim Delaney (isn't she the drunk chick? Or is that Jill Hennessey or whatever her name is? I always think they're the same person) and Steven Webber (I can't decide if he's hot or not) go to Rock and Roll Heaven. I'm an idiot.

And do you know what I ended up watching instead? An episode of "Criminal Minds," about this group of FBI profilers. God, worst show ever. It was chock full of stuff we learned on "CSI" five years ago, such as:

- The male pelvis being more narrow than a female pelvis. Duh!

- That "unsub" means "unidentified subject"

Also, the killer - the sherriff's son - was obvious, and I figured out what happened before the episode ("The Popular Kids") was half-over. I'm not sure why I kept watching it after that, but anyway.

Speaking of drunk people, what's up with Mel Gibson? Even if you're ignorant enough to be an anti-Semite, you should know enough to not reveal that you are, even if you're smashed. Dumbass. I was never a fan of his, but this just proves my point, which is... um... that he's dumb, I guess.

The other day, I tried some of the new Pepsi flavor "Strawberries and Creme." It tastes like a red Skittle, which I think is actually cherry, which is cool. Red skittles are the best. But I didn't notice that the soda was the diet flavor, which gave it a yuck aftertaste. So hopefully, the regular kind is Skittles without an aftertaste.

UPN has been showing good (where good = old) episodes of "The Simpsons" lately. It was funny, yesterday they showed the one with Grandpa Simpson's love potion... hee hee, reverse vampires. But what made this really weird was that earlier in the day, I randomly thought of a Simpsons ep where they showed a store called "VHS Village, formerly the Beta Barn." And that turned out to be in the love potion episode!

I used to be really good at psychically predicting Simpsons episodes. I'd randomly think of one, and they would show it that day, or within a couple days. Damn I'm smooth.

I watched the OnDemand episode of last week's "Waterloo Road" yesterday, and have various thoughts:

- The episodes they show "live" on BBC America Thursday nights, are different from the OnDemand episodes. I first realized this when I had to stop watching a live one mid-way through, and so watched OD later. Some scenes were on where I'm like, "I don't remember this happening! Am I crazy?" But I'm not, as the live version is one hour with commercials, and the OD episodes are between about 58-62 minutes without commercials.

I just think that's weird.

- I wish they'd use close captioning. Many of the actors accents, especially the students, are sometimes hard to understand.

- This last week's episode dealt with (among a hundred other different things) homophobia and a gay student who was being bullied by Lewis. They show a part where Lewis goes into the room where the gay student (sorry, name escapes me) is and says something like, "You're going to get it, faggot." Except BBC blanked out faggot, which I found intriguing.

Make no mistake, I'm not a fan of that, or any derogatory word, but that is usually one that even prudy American networks* let slip through. I guess they figure you can't have a show about homophobia, without homophobic words. It just didn't cross my mind that BBC America, which lets Gordon Ramsay get away with S-bombs on "Kitchen Nightmares", would skip over it.

*Though, "The N" did bleep out all but one use of that word in the episode of "Degrassi: The Next Generation" where Marco was beat up by some gay-bashers on the street.

- Lewis, who we all thought was just dysfunctional before, turns out to not only be violently anti-gay but even creepier, when he sexually threatens counselor Kim Campbell. Man, I wish (principal) Jack Rimmer and (teacher) Andrew Trinneman (sp?) had gone ahead and kicked his ass. Rimmer kicks him out of the school, but it's unknown yet as to whether he can make the expulsion stick without Kim's testifying against Lewis (and according to previews for next episode, she does - you go, girl!)

- Also, would Andrew and Kim get together already? Hottest couple ever.

- Looks like it's going to be catfight season at Waterloo Road, as Lorna just discovered still-husband Jason snogging her best friend Izzie. She gives Izzie what sounds like a nice, hard slap, if the previews are right. Meow!

I don't know and I don't care if I ever will be there

Who knew I'd be back to the blog so soon?

After finishing up on Sunday afternoon, I actually managed a two-hour nap. I can almost never sleep in the daytime, so it felt very weird to wake up and have it be the afternoon. I didn't do too much else that day (but when do I?). I went through my "Novel and Short Story Writer's Market Place 2006"*, looking for good magazines to submit to (don't get excited, it's still far off), and then it was time for Sunday night HBO. I love that Russian telegraph guy on Deadwood. "Sherriff is going to get blowjob?" Hee hee.

*It being August 1 is another smack in my face, reminding me that the year is closer to being over and I'm older and I haven't done this and that and ugh... damn August. It's an annoying month.

Anyway, to end the subject of Blogathon, you can still sponsor me until 9:00 PM PST tonight. The letters that have the direct link go out tomorrow. Oh Blogathon 2006, we barely knew ye.

Yesterday I used the Gazelle for the first time in probably months. My legs felt good afterwards, but my arms felt all weak or something. Damn little girly arms...

And last night, I went to Uno's with LS and JH. So much fun, and delicious. I finally had the peach cosmo (I have a different drink every time I go there, because there are so many that sound so good) and it was divine. If I'm ever rich, I'm going to have a personal bartender on-call to make me such things. I had the "Farmer's Market" deep dish pizza, which has a pesto sauce, and for toppings: tomatos, eggplant, onions, spinach, cheese, and... maybe more, but god is it the best thing ever. I was way hungrier than I thought, and almost finished my entire pizza, and managed to eat my share of one of those huge cookies.

After that we came back to my house and watched a couple OnDemand episodes of "Tourgasm." I know I said something like this after the "healthy food party" I had back in May or June, but I really liked having people over. My house is usually crazy wacky which is why I don't more often... but if I spent all my time worrying about things like that I'd never get anything done, so crazy wacky house or not, I need to have more parties and such.

I gotta go. Job Hunt 2006 continues. I've thought of starting a blog all about job hunting in the area, but I know it would really just be an excuse for me to take time off the hunt. Do you know what I mean? Like, I always blog about writing, so that I can avoid actually writing. Which I should also be doing right now.