Sweetheart, stay close to me and make me understand

OK, the stupid "You should want construction workers to whistle at you" commercial is not NutriSystem, as I erroneously remembered, but 24 Hour Fitness. For awhile they had those annoying cheerleaders, and now they have some Latin girl with a bad attitude who made the speech I was complaining about. Anyway, now that that's cleared up.

I was good and did my exercise last night, though I almost had to punch myself in the face to do it - and pretty much cancelled it out when I had a piece of caramel-applie pie (mmm) during "Supernanny." Man, that's a terrible, sucks-your-brains-out show. Last night's episode was particularly annoying because it was one of those families where they all had names starting with the same letter*, in this case S. The parents were Shane and Suzanne; the kids were Seth and Shawn. And you know what their last name was? Hanes (or Haines). So, the dad is named Shane Hanes? That's as bad as when people name their kid Rob Roberts or John Johnson or something.

*Such families always make me think of "Flowers in the Attic." Oh, those wacky, incestuous Dollangangers/Foxworths.

Back on the exercise topic... after only about a week-and-a-half of doing it regularly, I'm already having to work longer/harder to get the same feeling afterward. I don't work out till I'm out of breath or anything (as if) but I enjoy getting that mild exercise high.

Unfortunately, I haven't done much aerobics since putting the Gazelle in my room. Like I was telling LT the other day: it's easy to ignore the step, all hidden under the bed and such, whereas the Gazelle sits like a big, awkward lump in front of my bookshelf. I can't ignore it. I see it and I think: I'm either going to have to use you, or dust you. And I don't like to dust.

From the commercials for "Bridge to Terabithia," it looks like a fantasy movie. I know I read the book (back in the sixth grade), but I don't remember it being fantasy. I guess thirteen years (ugh! am I that much older) will do that to your memory. I remember not caring for it, and that I only read it because 1. I think we had to, and 2. It was (for reasons I totally forget) controversial, a commonly banned book. I love banned books. I want to write a banned book one day.

You know what else I'd like to do? Be involved in making a movie. I had a dream last night (the first I've been able to remember enough to write down all month) where I was auditioning for a role in a horror movie about zombies. Not exactly my dream part, but it was definitely a reminder that I miss my (albeit brief) acting days. I wish I'd held onto my book from a screenwriting class I took, because I've been fooling around with the idea of writing one. I was driving home from work today and it popped in my head: Road trip movie! Or maybe I just want to go on a road trip myself, I'm not sure which.

Oh, while having Chinese food yesterday, I got a fortune that reads, "You will travel to many exotic places in the next few years." My first thought: "Like where? Cost Plus World Market? Target's Global Bazaar?" It's kind of funny in a sad way. I really don't travel much. That's something that definitely needs to change when I become financially stable.

I can see inside myself and all the things that you were trying to hide

I guess I haven't really been that busy, but it feels like I have.

Also, I take back what I said in the last entry about my best night of sleep. Saturday night, I totally wussed out at like 9:30, and woke up the next morning at 8:00. It was pretty awesome.

But before that happened:

Friday

I went to work, and finished a dread assignment quite quickly and easily. Score. After that it was lunch at Nation's, which is just always good. Not only the food (I had a bacon cheeseburger, fries, and treated myself to a vanilla shake) but I just like the ambiance of the place. I had some time to kill before I needed to get to the movie theater, so I went to this neat 99-cent store I like, and Target after that.

I found this pretty cell phone charm at the 99-cent store that looks like giant pink diamonds... and promptly broke it while putting it back in my purse today (I guess that's why it was 99 cents?). I found a few more neat things, including a DVD of some old, classic cartoons I remember seeing as a kid... and, naturally, when I tried to watch it, it wouldn't work. Once again: That's why it only cost 99 cents.

At Target, I miraculously only bought one thing: This super-cute ruffled Xhiliration purse that I have been coveting for a couple weeks.

I saw "Smokin' Aces" and was fairly well entertained, though somewhat disappointed. I can't really explain why - it should have worked (funny at the right spots, great actors, interesting story) but it didn't. I did enjoy the company of a group of nearby cute guys, especially the one who laughed every time I did (that is, whenever something stupid happened, mostly during previews). Oh god, they showed a trailer for some movie by the director (I think?) of the "Saw" movies, about a lady ventriloquist whose tongue was cut out for whatever reason, and now her dolls are killing people. Um, yeah, I don't do evil doll movies.

Saturday

Luckily, I got the chance to work a bit at LL's store, to make up for some of my Friday spending. I was actually only at her shop for awhile, and spent a couple of hours at a nearby store... definitely not looking to do that again, even if I were asked to, which I doubt. They had an evil cash register, and I messed up all the transactions I did, except for one (strangely enough, the first one I did). Luckily there were only three more people who bought things. Besides my frustration over not getting stuff right, I have never been fond of the owner/manager/whatever of that particular store. To sum it up: She's a bitch. But anyway.

At least I had a nice lunch at Nature's Bounty, and took home a container of pesto pasta for dinner (I was actually driving away as I remembered I'd left it in LL's fridge, parallel parked very badly, and ran back in to get it).

But my real triumph of the day: Finally obtaining the first season of "Prison Break" on DVD. My life is complete. Or at least until season two comes out on DVD, anyway.

Sunday

Still feeling all kinds of wound up, even after super-hours of sleep, I spent like the first half of the day indulging myself with spa-type dealies. At the 99-cent store on Friday, I found this great pack of Freeman Beauty stuff - a clay mask, some body scrub, a foot scrub and foot lotion. It was all very nice and relaxing. I also finished watching some DVDs I rented - I completed season 3 of "The Shield" and started "Invasion."

Monday, er, today

I worked about a half-day, then had lunch with LT (Chinese food, mmm) and we went to see "Volver." Good film - really funny, though it covered some hella deep subjects. Though I've been more ineterested in foreign films lately, I think this is the first I've seen by Almodovar. I know I had a movie or two of his on my Netflix queue, but my free trial ran out before I got to them. My bad. Hollywood Video's foreign selection is actually looking pretty decent lately - I should check that out further sometime.

Other stuff

Saturday evening, I found out that one of the members in my writer's club passed away a couple weeks ago. He hasn't been to any meetings since December, so I guess he was sick (his wife e-mailed us but didn't say the cause of death, and I thought it would probably be rude to e-mail her back and ask). His stories were always really funny, and I'm glad that he sent me a copy of my favorite one when he sent me a Christmas card.

There's this commercial that annoys me, but I forget what it's for - I think for one of the diet things (possibly NutriSystem?), where the woman is all "It's so great to be thin now, because construction workers whistle at me now when I walk by!" Oh my god, whenever I hear that, I want to barf. Yeah, you should aspire to be skinny so that random pervs on the street will harass you! It reminds me of that terrible Jenny Craig commercial where Kirstie Alley was all flattered at some dude whistling at her in a dark alley. Ugh. Stab. Hate. Anyway.

Last night I watched a little bit of the SAG awards. I caught the part where Ashton Kutcher was giving a speech, and he started it out by saying something like, "I'd like to say a speech written by... uh, the teleprompter guy." It was pretty funny. I have no patience for awards shows, so I'm not even sure who won what.

Well, I'm (literally) in the middle of piles of laundry, and I have to finish that, do the dishes, and get in my exercise before "Prison Break" starts in exactly 59 minutes, so I think I will!

Don't act like you're above me, just look at your shoes

Last night was the best night of sleep I've had in awhile. I woke up once when Pepe was fussing, then he left, then I fell back asleep and didn't wake up until 7:00 (I went to bed at just after 10). I don't know what's been up with me, but I've been falling asleep so early. I've been nodding off during 9:00 TV shows... come on, I'm not that old!

Speaking of TV, Monday was the return of "Prison Break," an event I have personally been waiting for since November. Yay for Mahone not being dead (I knew it!) and for killing that evil/annoying blond guy. And boy, are Kellerman, Michael and Linc on the worst road trip ever (more so now that Terrence Steadman is actually dead).

In the real world... Monday morning, LT and I finally managed to make it to Panera early enough for souffles. Yummy! We also went to Peet's, then Target, and then I went home and did stuff that I can't accurately remember. I blame it on my lack of caffeine for the past four days (I quit soda, again, we'll see for how long. Knowing me I'll have the monkey back on my back by Lent).

Tuesday and yesterday I went to work, and had some vaguely annoying moments. First there was an almost database disaster, but then it got magically fixed. Then yesterday, I had to take apart these posters I made in order to scan the newspaper ads I'd glued on. This would have been easy with one of those bendy posters, but no, I was working with foam board. Have you ever tried to cut into one of those things? Not recommended, especially if you are not fond of fibers covering your freshly vacuumed carpet. Argh!

Also, tomorrow I have to call up hella people (okay, ten, but I did this last year and these folks are super slippery) and get their tax info. I also have to have this done tomorrow. I just love last minute assignments.

Yesterday afternoon was pretty good. After work I stopped by Raley's to get a semi-decent lunch (Asian chicken salad, and some Spicy Thai Kettle Chips, mmm) and by Hollywood Video to return stuff ("Snakes on a Plane" - worst 90 minutes of my life, "Employee of the Month" - actually amusing) and to get new stuff. More season 3 of "The Shield" and I'm starting "Invasion" (yes, because of Mahone, shut up).

I went to my first morning writer's club meeting in a couple months, after scrambling to write three pages last night, and really enjoyed it. I guess the last few meetings have been pretty sparse, but today we had six people. The leader of the group asked me a question that has made me wonder why I'm having such a hard time with the story I'm writing "for" the night meetings (Evie, her drunk mama, cop daddy and serial killer almost-daddy) and not with my day meeting story (Katrina, her boring boyfriend, and her prison inmate boyfriend). I don't have more than the usual emotional attachments to either of these stories. The best I can come up with is that I know the ending to one of them (Evie) and I don't like it, and I don't know the ending to the other (though I have my suspicions). Eh, what you gonna do.

Tomorrow, I have work, and I plan on having a nice afternoon of lunch and a movie. I don't know what I'm going to eat, but I'm totally going to be seeing "Smokin' Aces," because it stars my future husband Jeremy Piven. This is just one of way too many movies I plan on seeing in theatres this year. I think in 2006 I saw either 13 or 14 movies at the theater - this year I'm aiming for 20. Pretty ambitious, and expensive, but I think I'm up to the challenge.

Pretty girls, they are persuasive

I like waking up early on Sundays, just so I can leisurely read the paper (well, the few sections of it I bother with) and relax. I certainly don't need, or like, to wake up at 4:45 AM with no reason, to get this done.

I tried to fall back asleep by watching an old episode of "The Twilight Zone," but unfortunately it was the one with the evil ventriloquist's dummy. Yeah, I'm not sleeping tonight either.

Insult to injury: After I read the paper, I got in the shower, intending to relax under the steam... instead I got about five minutes of lukewarm water, and then almost got turned into an ice cube. Not cool (actually, it was too cool, if you want to get technical about it). I guess the strong winds last night blew out the pilot light, which my dad didn't turn back on until about 7:00. Some days it does not pay to be an early bird.

But other than my arctic adventures, things have been okay. I had an annoying day on Thursday for too many reasons that would seem really insignificant if I went into them now, so I won't. Things improved around dinnertime, when I made dinner - this frozen Cajun chicken pasta stuff (nice and spicy), and a salad. Lettuce (mixed greens, and... butter leaf?), bell pepper, raspberries, feta cheese, almonds, and a garlic balsamic dressing. It was okay - not spectacular, but it grew on me. I don't think I'll make it for the next girls day like I was planning to, though.

Thursday was also my first time back at writer's club since early December, so it was nice to go. I'm going to go this Thursday's morning meeting, if I can. I have some projects coming up that I can work on at home, so hopefully I can pull it off.

Friday was a better day all-around. I went into work for just a couple hours to do stuff I had to do there, then brought The Hugest Spreadsheet Ever back home to finish. That project alone probably took 8 hours - seriously, it's that big.

The Bath and Body Works semi-annual sale is ending today, so I stopped by on Friday to look over the rest of the stuff. Everything looked pretty well picked over, and I am trying to budget (hard as that may be for you to believe, hehe), so I only bought a few things: A present for a friend, this really soft eye mask (my leopard print one went kaput) for $5, and a Botanical Nutrients (shampoo, conditioner) sample for just $1. Not bad.

Besides that, and putting gas in my car, the only other money I spent this weekend was at Hollywood Video. I'm on season 3 of "The Shield," and I also picked up (against my better judgment) "Snakes on a Plane" and "Employee of the Month." Yeah, I know it's Jessica Simpson, but it's also Dane Cook. I cannot resist cute, funny guys.

And you already know what my morning was like - so let's end the post here in a nice, little (okay, kind of rambling) circle.

Looking like a born again, living like a heretic

So, that job possibility that I thought might be a telemarketing thing, is a telemarketing thing. Bummer. Thanks, but no.

On either Saturday or Sunday, I tried to placate my boredom with shopping... but couldn't find anything I wanted! I had a coupon dealy for Mervyn's, but they still have the same stuff they've had for weeks. I also went to Cost Plus (aka the best, most fun store ever), and walked out without buying a thing (pretty much unheard of for me regarding that store). The only thing I did buy that day was an iced chai from Peet's. Mmm, iced things.

I had been thinking about going to Michael's, to buy stuff for Valentine's cards, but thought I should check out my own stash first. Good thing, as I had a lot more on hand than I thought I did. Though the cards I made would never be mistaken for anything professional, I think they came out pretty cute. I glued some small Valentines to a regular blank card, then decked them out with stickers and sequins, and also did some fabric on the edges. I'm really pleased with some of them, not so fond of the others - I think I might scan my favorite ones and post them (but only after they've been given away as cards).

After a way-too-long period of inactivity, I've started doing aerobics again. I'm not pushing myself too hard, just to the point where I get a slight exercise high. I also had my brother move the Gazelle into my room yesterday. It's not as small as I remembered, and I have to do some creative moving around when I want to use it (or my aerobic step for that matter). And while getting a CD from my bookshelf this morning, I totally jabbed my elbow on it (the gazelle). Ouch much?

I have been having the wackiest dreams lately, and writing none of them down. So much for resolutions. The only one I remember now is being a deputy trainee for the sheriff's department, and directing traffic on the road behind LMC. Oh, and I had another dream about making out with Jay Karnes. A girl could get used to this.

I went to Raley's yesterday and bought the ingredients for the yum salad my boss made awhile back. If it doesn't come out good, I'll punch someone. I don't know who - maybe one of the cute bagboys at Raley's, just to get their attention - but believe me, a beatdown will take place.

I'm totally ready for this week to be over. Alas, I've got work tomorrow, then some job recruitment/seminar dealy in the afternoon (that I have a suspicion will be a big bore, and annoying). I was hoping to not have to go into the office on Friday, but I probably will, unless I can miraculously complete everything tomorrow before I leave... doubtful.

In my attempts to complete a story I'm working on, for writer's club tomorrow night, I have produced nothing... except poetry, strangely enough, considering I haven't written a poem since my high school days. Since my silly, depressed, romantic, pathetic high school days. Figure that one out. Really, what's up with me not being able to finish stuff?

We had taco salad for dinner, and I ate too much, just because it was so good. I hope I finish being uncomfortably full soon. I have to do the dishes, some laundry, tidy up my poems for tomorrow night (hey, it's the only thing I got), and get in my exercise before "American Idol." What can I say, I'm a sucker for the first few episodes with all the bad singers.

My favorite from last night - definitely the Amish dude. He wasn't nervous, he explained, because he had never seen the show and didn't know the hosts (but then how did he know about the audition?). He was a pretty bad singer, and did some psycho-sounding song that I can't even remember how it went. Also, what is up with Paula Abdul clearly being drunk? She always looks sleepy, about to fall off of her chair, and can't even come up with the energy to defend contestants from Simon's nastier insults.

Man, am I jonesing for "Prison Break" to return... five more days! Not like I'm counting or anything. And I totally haven't been reading recaps on TV Without Pity to get my Scofield fix. And my Mahone fix. And... I need a life.

You are a superstar and I pushed you way too far

I forgot to note this yesterday - though I really meant to post it earlier this week, before it happened, but anyway:

I mentioned awhile back how "The Sopranos" was coming to A&E, and I wished that "The Wire" would find a similar home. Well, this last Wednesday (same day as "The Sopranos" started on A&E, interestingly), "The Wire" started on BET.

Unlike the editing that Tony & Co. will undoubtedly be going through, I don't think too much of "The Wire" will be lost in translation. Sure, they'll have to change some language, perhaps some violence, and McNulty's drunken sexcapades, but I think it will remain pretty well intact. And if what I read was right, the episodes will be allotted ninety minutes; none of that "squished into a commercial filled hour" crap. So - as the saying goes - check your local listings*.

*I hate when commercials tell me that. I don't want to check my listings, which is generally a pain in the ass. I want you to tell me when I am supposed to tune in. Eh, what you gonna do.

Also: I think this officially makes BET the coolest channel ever, as they already have all the old episodes of "In Living Color."

Without you all I do is sit and think about you

I have had a busy week, which is why I didn't post... but I totally meant to, as blogging more is one of my resolutions or whatever.

I've been working in the office all week, and I've still been applying elsewhere. I did get a callback yesterday about one of them, but it sounds like it might be some telemarketing dealy. The guy is supposed to call back to talk more about it, and if it is, I'm so not there. I don't even like calling people who would expect me to, ha ha.

Most of my projects in the last few days have involved almost nothing but typing, and/or stupid databases that are evil and don't like to work. One of them (a typing thing) I'm working on at home today, as it is hogmongous and will take forever to finish, and more hours on my timesheet equals goodness. Mama needs a new everything! Actually, only shoes. All of mine are old (two years at least). I need to check out the sales at Payless. (I am too obessed with more important girly accessories, like purses and lipgloss, to spend any significant amount on shoes.)

Wednesday was my longest day by far this week. I went to LT's mom's shop in the morning to help out. She hadn't been in since just before Christmas, and there was a lot of stuff to take down and change around. I stayed a few hours, then went to the office where I was all alone (sniff) for a few more hours. I worked on a stupid, evil database while listening to KWOD online, which was pretty amusing because the DJ (Rubin) was making fun of some dork who'd left disparaging comments about the station on their MySpace page.

After I left the office, I went to Boss M's house for a meeting with him and one of his friends about a big project they're working on. I'm just glad that I really have everything that I can do, done - I'm just kind of waiting on everyone else to get their shit together. After the meeting we went and had dinner (Mexican food - wah - but I had a very yummy, very cold pina colada). I eventually got home, washed dishes, and totally crashed at 9:30. I'm old.

Thursday was somewhat a reversal of Wednesday - I went to the office in the morning, and went to the shop after lunch. It was fun, I got to put together a chandlier - while sitting in the store window, no less. I want a chandelier even more now than I did before. All the little crystals were in a box, and I had to attach them to the holes in the tiers of the chandelier. After staring at a computer for however-many-hours straight, it was nice to do something "real" with my hands.

Yesterday was just miserable weather-wise. It was some dealy where the actual temperature was not that cold, but the wind chill made you feel frozen. I had to put gas in my car before driving to the office, and I swear my fingers got frozen in the pumping position. Not fun. I was going to do something after work, like shopping, but I couldn't even bear the thought of any unnecessary trips between my car and warm places, so I just went home.

I'm feeling very crafty right now. I'd like to make some greeting cards, but I don't have many supplies left. Michael's has some cute kits, but I'd to make some that are more personalized too. I might go next week and pick up some stuff to make Valentines cards for friends.

I'm also feeling the urge to cook. It's yet another one of my resolutions (cook more). What I am really craving right now is this salad my boss made a couple months ago - mixed greens, bell peppers, berries, nuts, some vinagrette (sp?) dressing... and I don't remember if there was any blue cheese in it, but I think it would rock. I've also been inspired to make tea sandwiches, by the lady who runs a tea shop in downtown Antioch. A couple days ago I got to try the pesto sandwich - it was so good. I don't think I'll have the patience to make any sandwiches that have chicken/meat/whatever, since they have to* be really finely chopped or ground.

*Okay, I guess they don't have to, but if I'm going to try making tea sandwiches I figure I might as well try to make them authentic. Yay for no crusts!

Tonight, we have a couple of movies** from Hollywood Video to watch. One is some Japanese horror film (ugh) recommended by my uncle and his girlfriend, and the other is "The Night Listener" which looks as if it might be pretty good, nice and creepy. I hope we watch both tonight so I can return them tomorrow, and at the same time pick up some season 3 of "The Shield." I don't know when the new season starts, but they've shown a couple commercials on FX lately. Good old Shane and Mackey standing in a graveyard (what else is new?). I have at least two, possibly three, seasons to catch up on before then, oops.

**Proof #73 I am a total nerd: In my planner, I've written down the opening dates of movies I want to see.

Speaking of FX, I did watch the first episode of "Dirt," but forgot to watch the second one this week - oops. I don't know if they'll show it again before the new one on Tuesday, but I'm not too heavily invested in the show yet. It seems pretty slick, but not very deep - enjoyable trash. I was jazzed to see Laura Allen (Lily on "The 4400" - we barely knew ye) as a hot, slutty actress. And I have to hand it to Courteney Cox - she has never looked more gorgeous. How does one obtain Perfect Hollywood Hair? I would like some please.

I would also like to use labeling in posts, but it just takes forever to upload when I do that... and I'm not a patient girl... sorry posts, you shall remain nakey.

You may be my lucky star, but I'm the luckiest by far

Mmm, I can smell snickerdoodles from the kitchen. My mom bought one of those tubs of cookie dough, but the stuff doesn't even need to cooked and shaped - it came in layers of pre-shaped cookies. Wow, that's really... lazy. But hey, I'm pretty much down for anything that will get food in my mouth faster.

I haven't done too much this weekend (hardly news, I'm sure). I did some cleaning, and went through the growing stack of binders and notebooks next to my computer. I was able to condense a lot of stuff, and move some things into the closet. Today, I did some laundry, put gas in my car* and gave my resume a nice update. It quite needed it.

*There's this intriguing guy who works at the gas station I always go to (you know, unless I go to the other one). He looks youngish, but has completely gray hair - kind of like that one dude from "American Idol," but Gas Station Guy is not as - how should I say? - homely looking.

Anyway, besides the whole young-with-gray-hair thing, I think he (GSG, not Taylor Hicks) is flirting with me. I can't really tell, because he never says anything other than "What do you need?", "Sure, you got it," and "Have a nice day." With most people, the difference between polite and flirty is usually pretty obvious. With this guy, not so much.

Further notes on this:

1. I know you'd think otherwise, considering I just wrote a two paragraphs about him, but I don't have a crush on this guy.

2. I really hope that neither he, nor someone who would recognize him by reading this, is reading this.

To abruptly change the subject to someone I do have a crush on, I was watching a new episode of "Degrassi: The Next Generation" on Friday afternoon, and was suddenly struck with the realization that Jake Epstein has become, well, hot. He's a lot younger than most of my usual celeb crushes, but at least he's legal (he turns 19 in about a week). I LOLed when his his character, Craig, blamed his ditzy girlfriend for the cocaine his rooomate Ellie found in his room. Now, I think it's a total "Duh" that cocaine is bad for anyone in general, but couldn't it be a lot worse for someone who's bipolar (albeit medicated)? Oh, that boy will never learn.

I am, at this very moment, sampling one of the snickerdoodles. Hmm, it's no Quigley, but it will do.

I'm so excited... I'm joining a local book club! If nothing else, it will force me to read more new books this year (just one of my resolutions, the list of which I have decided not to post because it is trite and silly). Our first meeting won't be for awhile, but that gives me time to buy the book (Cormac McCarthy's "The Road") and read it.

Tomorrow, besides some job-hunting stuff, I'm finally taking hella stuff to the Goodwill, and having lunch and coffee with LT. It'll be a nice start to a hopefully good week. I have an afternoon (as in vaguely dinnertime-ish) meeting on Wednesday with Boss M and another dude regarding this huge project I'm helping with, which is kind of stalled. Hopefully, at this meeting, I won't have to try on uncomfortably snug overalls (don't ask, don't ask...)

Falling apart, falling behind, falling to pieces

I worked this week, and that's pretty much it. Good thing, too, because I am broke (and I don't mean "I'm down to my last $40" - I mean broke-ass broke) and will need the semi-decent paycheck I'll get next Friday. According the various bosses, I will in fact be needed for quite a few different projects for the rest of this month. Okie dokie.

Okay, down to business: John tagged me a few-couple days ago, so here it is: Five Things You Don't Know About Me. And because I talk about myself so damn much, I have really had to wrack my brain for these things...

1. I type really fast. As in, 104 WPM fast! Seriously - I just took an official test at a local employment place this morning. 104 words per minute, no errors. I knew I was fast, but I didn't think I was that fast. My last official test was two or three years ago, and I scored 65 WPM then (though, I was hampered by one of those dumb programs that will not let you backspace).

My typing speed was a source of both embarrassment and pride in high school. In junior year, I took some computer/business class where we spent like two months typing until our hands fell off. Our scores were posted, and I think I was always the highest one. I did not mind at all when this got the attention of the super hot freshman computer instructor in the classroom next door. Tee hee.

2. I used to be obsessive-compulsive. I know that sounds so trendy, but it is true. In high school, I often had to go back to my locker a few (or several) times just to make sure I locked it. And a few years ago, in stressful times, I would wake up in the middle of the night and have to walk around the house to make sure all the doors were locked before I could go back to sleep.

Whew, am I glad I don't do that stuff anymore. But I still have to put on my right sock before my left (and my right shoe before my left), or else things don't feel right all day. Is that the same type of thing? Oh well.

3. I've never smoked a cigarette. "What?" You're saying. "That's impossible. Everyone has tried smoking at least once." Well, not me - though I've gotten plenty of secondhand from this pretty freaky phenomena, where all cigarette smoke will float towards me. Doesn't matter which way the wind is going - it will change, just to get near me. Most people don't believe this until they see it, but as you can imagine, I'm not that fond of testing the theory.

4. I can't blow bubbles with bubblegum. I don't think I've ever even done it on accident. Sure, it's kind of a rude talent, but interesting and (sometimes) sexy. I also can't roll my tongue, which I think most people can - are these two things related somehow?

5. I love love love hosting parties/social events. I know I usually come off as a loner, but I greatly enjoy being a hostess. Getting all my favorite people together, making (or most likely buying, heh heh) yummy food and drinks, and choosing the right entertainment (whether music, movies, or board games) - it's something I just don't do often enough. Hey, that will be my New Year's resolution - throw more parties! Wanna come?

Okay, enough about me... what about you? I hereby tag: Amy, Bobby, Socal Sweetie, Patrick, and - though he doesn't have a typical "It's all about me!" blog - I'd love to know more about The Watcher.

You go to jail, I'll go your bond

I slept really good last night, which was awesome because I was hella tired. And my sinuses hurt. It was not cool. I only woke up once, about half an hour before my alarm was set to go off, and fell right back asleep.

I had two dreams that were connected, but I'm not sure how. It started with me writing in a new journal I'd bought - the pages were made from recycled envelopes, and many of them still had the pockets, and there were all kinds of neat papers and letters tucked inside, from people all over the world.

Some other stuff happens that I forgot, and then I'm hanging out with two online friends, and one real-life friend. The RL friend tells me that the other two need to borrow some money to pay for a seminar they want to go to. I get annoyed because I don't have much money, and my friend is really pressuring me. The three of us take a walk somewhere, and I talk to one of the online friends, a guy, privately. "How much money do you need?" I ask, "Because I don't get paid until next Friday."

He says that the seminar is already paid for, that he never asked Real Friend to ask me for money. I confront Real Friend, who completely freaks out, and starts screaming and trying to splash me with her blood (she has some huge sore on her back that starts bleeding uncontrollably - so gross, I know). Some security guards from a nearby club hold her back.

I need to analyze that one seriously. I don't do in-depth interpretations of my own dreams very often.

I bought a weekly planner from Target that I think is going to work great for me. It's cute (lavender on the outside, tan inside, with different-colored pages inside) and was only $4. You can't beat that. I also got a keepsake box for $1. It's pink leopard print, with a lime green lid that has a pink-leopard print heart on it. (I also added some stickers.) I'm going to keep the stuff from my personalized collage (ticket stubs, pictures of friends, greeting cards, and the like) that was on my wall, in the box. I just had way too many pushpins up there... so many that I lost a couple while removing everything this afternoon, oops. I'm sure I'll find them later on, in bare feet naturally.

Not much else to say right now... I am feeling pretty optimistic about this year, though. I figure, since 2007 ends in a 7, and 7 is one of my lucky numbers, that has to be good... right?

Also, I'm going to stop sitting around on my ass so much. That would probably help in getting things done.