Good GOD

Yes, OK, you all know of my love for Joaquin Phoenix. But do hot pictures of him EVER get old? Nope, I don't think so either.

Damn Gina. Srsly, Damn.

Disgusting

As I'm reading my morning news pages, I came across this little tidbit. Absoultely disgusting. These people have no right to call themselves Christians. This is the MOST un-Godly group of assholes.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/01/29/AR2006012900927.html

I was working on my Mac, and he was working on his Mac...

It looks like the Ryon coffeehouse up in here...except without the coffee. Ashley is sitting across the room, playing on her computer, and I'm sitting on the couch,playing on mine. In case you are wondering, I just bought myself a new laptop- the Dell XPS. I know, I know...Mac users are angry. I thought about it, weighed both options, but in the end, the more affordable machine won. After all, I am a) poor, b) moving, and c) poor and moving. Besides, I still work on a Mac at Hopkins, so I haven't lost all cool points.

So here I sit with me new toy. It's a nice computer. I wish I had a latte.

Ok Enough

I know I've written about this before, but the work whispering is really getting on my nerves. I feel like I'm in high school. I mean honestly, just have the conversation out loud. It's not like you're discussing bombs or anything (shit..can I get fired for saying bombs?). If it's really that top secret, do what the rest of us do- IM! It's irritating.

Prost!

Dammit, they should have called me.

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/28/arts/music/28moza.html?_r=1

I said Hey!

Absolutely hilarious.

Let's Get Rocked

After a glorious performance by Broken Social Scene (VIP, by the way....watching the show with BSS's family and friends, FREE), I may or may not have partied with one of the members of BSS at the Mercury Loungue. Pretty fun times in NYC...I sound real fancy, but it's not like I ran into Moby or anything.
Aside from the great music of the evening, I had a really great time bonding with my friend Bucket. As you may have read in previous posts, Bucket and I are friends from WVU times. We were pretty close as freshmen, but then he transferred and we lost touch for a few years. We eventually caught up with each other, and I was overjoyed when I learned that he lives in Brooklyn. So now, we are reunited friends, rehashing 8-year old memories, and creating new ones. In between the billion free beers thrown our way last night, we really learned a lot about each other. We talked about our sex lives, personal lives, fears, troubles, and admitted things we don't like about ourselves to each other. We couldn't have done that 8 years ago. Back then, we were too busy worrying about which party to hit up first.
So I'm thankful to have Bucket in my life again, and stronger than ever. I'm even happier that in 2 months time, I'll be a subway ride away from him. Or maybe even within walking distance! (Anyone find any good Williamsburg deals??)
Yay.

Oh Thank God

One of my co-workers asked me at lunch today if I've lost weight. I said, "Yeah...but only about 3 lbs...can you honestly tell??" She said "Yes. And your posture has changed- you seem more toned." Now, for all I know, she could have just been saying that to make me feel good, but it reminded me how awesome it is to hear someone say "Have you lost weight?"
For someone who has a constant battle of should I or shouldn't I eat that...is it really worth it...remember how you pushed yourself in spinning, a compliment like my co-worker's is worth 10 Snickers bars. I know some of my fellow readers can totally relate- and some of my fellow readers have no idea. Unless you've struggled with it, you really don't know.
So, the next time someone asks you if you've lost weight, remember how good that feels...and put that donut down.

30 Days has September...

If I hear one more person say "Febuary", I'm gonna punch 'em in the throat. The word, people, is FebRuary. There's an R in there. It's not like January. See? Jaunary- one R...February- 2 of 'em! How bout that.

Vicious Vicks

When I was a kid, I sucked my fingers. Not my thumb, but my fingers- index and middle to be exact. Simultaneously. It kind of looked like I was plugging my mouth. I'm not sure why I chose those 2 fingers instead of the standard thumb, but I did. And I did it for a long time- too long in my mom's eyes. I think I was still sucking my fingers until age 7 or 8...which is where the Vicks comes in.
At first, my mom would just yank the fingers out of my mouth and scold me. That didn't work. In fact, I couldn't go to sleep at night without sucking them. (Insert oral fixation joke here). So my mom would tuck me in, and stand there and watch me for 10 minutes or so, until I "fell asleep". As soon as she left, I brought out my finger lollipop and sucked to my heart's content. Well she caught on...there are pictures of my asleep, with hand in mouth.
So my mom got smart. She started rubbing Vicks VapoRub on my fingers at night...and during the day...and anytime I even remotely lifted my fingers to my mouth. I thought I could stand the Vicks, but after many times gagging myself, I gave in. I cried and cried, claiming child abuse, but she didn't want to hear it. It worked- I stopped sucking my fingers, and had to get a palette expander oradontically put in a year later. Trust me...with that thing attached to the roof of my mouth, there wasn't room for my fingers or anything else. (Aaannndd second joke here.)
Why am I bringing this up? Because I've got a head cold this week, and I've been using Vicks under my nose to open up the nasal passages. To this day, the smell of that stuff takes me back. It doesn't make me gag anymore, but it certainly doesn't smell GOOD. For fun, I licked my finger after applying the Vicks to my nose. (Is that totally nasty or what?!) Ew...still tastes bad. So for all your thumb/finger-suckers out there- look out! This secret weapon is still in full effect.

Rawr

OK...off to not such a good start this morning. Traffic was worse than usual (which doesn't make any sense since there were school delays), I have a terrible headache, and upon entering my office, my co-workers informed me that I look like hell. Thanks! Appreciate that.

Anyway, the Onion has made my morning- http://www.theonion.com/content/node/44676.

Hehe.

E-Vil

Someone from my lab has brought in 2, not 1, but 2 boxes of Krispy Kremes. Of course, I'm not having one because I've lost 3 pounds and am on the train. Not effing it up for a stupid donut. But GOOD GOD they are delicious. So glazey and soft...so sweet and melty. Snap out of it!!! *Think beach...summer weddings...being fabulous in Central Park...looking fabulous while running through Central park*.

OK. Done. What donut?

Terrible

Ashley and I are watching Style Me, which is quite possibly one of the worst shows on TV. Since we no longer have the Lifetime network (yes, it's true. The SADDEST.DAY.EVER. Apparently, Liftime is too expensive for Dish Network, so instead of great cheesy movies, we have to settle for this crap). At any rate, Style Me is a Project Runway rip-off...LIKE you can rip off P.R. P.R. is a great show, filled with competition, creativity, and Santino- nuff said. This show is about auditioning possible stylists for Rachel Hunter. Stupid. Tonight's assignment was shopping at a Hells Kitchen fleamarket for accessories for Rachel. An entire hour devoted to flea market shopping. Again, stupid.

Why are we still watching it? Because we are too lazy to change the channel.

Blah

Today is shitty. I feel like crap, I'm dropping/ripping/screwing things up, and I can't taste anything. Not even the tiny little piece of blueberry pie I had at lunch. What a waste.
My boss said she read somewhere that today has been deemed the "most depressing day of the year". I think I can see why.

Side note- I really, really, really hate the smell of orange air freshener. It's so gross. It doesn't really smell like oranges. It smells like cleaning supplies trying to smell like oranges. It makes me gag. EW.

Don't Step on a Crack...

...or you'll break your mother's back. Did anyone else used to play this game in elementary school?

Every day, on my walk home from Hanover St. Elementary, I avoided sidewalk cracks. For several years. I think I finally stopped obsessing over my mom's impending broken back by 4th grade. Then, I would TRY to avoid the cracks, but if I missed one, oh well.

This morning, while at a stop light, I noticed a little girl walking to school. She was taking an awfully long time to reach the crosswalk. Then I noticed she was either playing the "dont step on a.." game, or has a serious case of OCD. She was tip-toing across the crack-ridden sidwalk, carefully chosing her next move(s). I actually felt kind of bad for her. What should have taken 5 minutes was gonna take this little kid a whole lot longer.

Oh, and GO STEELERS!

Woot

I almost forgot...my friend James Valenti, whom we all know and drool over, is making is New York City Opera debut in September!! Mr. Valenti will be singing Rodolfo in Boeheme, and you best believe I'll be there for it.
So exciting! I'm very happy for him. It's inspiring to know that it CAN happen.

West Virginia, Mountain Mama

I'm sitting here listening to Country Roads, flashing back to something I had almost completely forgotten. Obviously, the song itself reminds me of WV. Country Roads is played at every home football game, and sung at every major WVU event. It might sound cheesy, but it's really quite nice.
Each year, the University Choir would travel throughout the state of West Virginia, performing at high schools, doing master classes, and holding clinics to recruit new students. It was kind of annoying, but always fun. The bus trips usually involved drinking, and we watched Spinal Tap and Guffman religiously.
Anyway, one song we always performed was Country Roads. Jon Nelson (SUPER hot straight-outta-WestbyGodVirginia singer) would break out his guitar (or, GIT-tar as I like to say), and start wailing on Country Roads. It always made me tear up just a little. He would start singing, then we all came in on the chorus- lots of improv going on. And as white as we were, it doesn't get much whiter than John Denver singing about West Virginia- so it was all good. Jon's version of Country Roads always lasted about twice as long as the original, since Jon was really a rock star. And still is, actually.
Ahhh memories.

Hang the DJ

Ahhh Morrissey nerds, whilst listening to Bowie.

Brent: in the roooom downstairs he sat and stared
me: haha. oh william, it was really nothing, you know
me: there is a bar here that has morrissey karoke
Brent: ha
me: i've never been...but i'm going
Brent: yes do it
me: i'm not sure what i'll sing. what do you think?
Brent: Reel Around the Fountain
me: good. what about You're the One For Me, Fatty?
Brent: that joke isn't funny anymore
me: ohhhh good one
Brent: yeah the super dramatic stufffs. park the car at the side of the rooooad
me: hahhahh
Brent: yhou should know time's tide will smother you and I will too
me: what about We Hate it When Our Friends Become Successful. thats one of my faaaaavs
Brent: ja
Me: if we can destrooooooy them, you bet your life we willlllllll destrooooooy them
Brent: boy with the thorn in his side, but do coloratura on the weird falsetto stuff

Crooklyn

This scares me. Note to self- remember this Park Slope address.



http://www.seriousdanger.com/trembicky

Me! Me! Over here!!!!!! PLLEAAASSEEE!!!

According to an interview...


Actor JOAQUIN PHOENIX is having problems finding a girlfriend, because all his potential dates research him first.
The Hollywood star, who dated LIV TYLER in the late 1990s, hates sharing a meal or drink with an attractive lady who knows everything about him, thanks to the media and internet. He explains, "I met a girl recently and we were out at dinner and suddenly she announces, 'I'm vegan.' I knew that was purely for my benefit because she got the information from a magazine and thought that was what she should say so we had something in common. "You can see why meeting new people is so awkward. Normal things, like, 'Are you parents together?' they already know. If I could make films and never do interviews or have my photo taken, I'd do it."

I PROMOSE, Joaquin, I don't know anything about you. And guess what, I EAT MEAT. No vegan here! We can talk, or not talk, for hours.

Wino

I'm not a big drinker. That's not to say I didn't put away my fair share of alcohol back in the college...OK and grad school...days. But over the past 2 years, my desire to go out and get schnockered every weekend has disappeared. Don't get me wrong, I still enjoy adult beverages. I just don't always enjoy the way I feel the next day. I spend a lot of time taking care of myself physically and vocally- I'm not gonna thwart my efforts for overpriced drinks, dealing with smokers, and figuring out who is driving. Even though it's usually me.
That being said, yesterday my dentist suggested that I have a glass of wine before bed. Reason being, I have TMJ...so I have to wear a night guard. Well now it seems as though that is not enough for my disgruntled jaw- I'm chewing on my tongue. So now I wake up with a sore tongue and even more frustration. "Have you thought about having a glass of wine? I mean, it's stress-related. So that will help you unwind."
So I went to my neighborhood wine store, asked the oh-so-cute clerk for his recommendation, and had myself a nice glass of red before bed. And you know what? No sore tongue this morning. Apparently drinking DOES solve problems!

Silver Fox

I know he's a shitty, sappy, same-role-in-every-movie actor, but dammit Richard Gere is FOINE. I watched "Unfaithful" last weekend (if you haven't seen it, it's not particularly good, but has some great sex scenes), "Sommersby" today, and right now "Pretty Woman" is on. All bad movies. Not "Christmas with the Kranks" bad, mind you, but not exactly good. And he basically plays the same character in each movie, give or take the time period. In "Unfaithful", he's a wealthy, New York suburbanite who finds his wife cheating with HOT HOT HOT Olivier Martinez. Poor, sad him. In "Sommersby", he's a Civil War soldier who returns home to his wealthy family's plantation, but ends up dying in the end for pretending to be someone he's not. Poooor, sad, heroic sack. And we all know in "Pretty Woman", he's the super rich business guy who buys Julia Robert's prostitutional affection with fine gifts. Again, sad. Yet, I'd take it.
So, like I said, I'm not putting him the ranks with Phillip Seymour Hoffman or Adrien Brody, but he's hot. Really hot.

Whoooo HOOOOOOooooooO!!!

I'm not one for getting vocal during workouts. The most you'll ever get outta me is a grunt of discomfort. But this morning in Body Pump, it was like a cheerleading gym. "Woooo!" "OH Yeah!!!" "Woot! Woot!" The music is already loud, and the teacher throws his 2 cents in every few seconds with "MMM Yeah", or "Lookin good people", and "YEah..that's it. Stay with me". Come to think of it, he sounds like my last date. HEYYYOOOO!!!! Jaykayjaykayjaykay.

My point is, keep the hooting to a minimum. It's enough that I rolled outta bed and into a weight lifting class in the first place. Let's not push it.

Done and Done

Folks, it seems I have a fan..."anonymous". "Anon" has managed to insult me and Wiltzius- not acceptable.

I know who you are.

Get over it.

Par for the Course

You may remember me mentioning the UBER hot med student in my department. I don't remember the last time I spoke of him...he's not around much these days. Plus Robert has seen him and can vouch for the degree of hotness. But on the occasion that I DO see him, I'm usually having a bad hair day/adjusting my outfit/making an ugly face/anything else to make myself UNattractive. (I don't need any comments here from Robert or Ashli!)
I just saw him about 10 minutes ago, and what was I doing? I was eating a mini peppermint patty...with chocolate in my teeth...when he said hello. And winked at me. I got a wink with chocolate in my teeth. Imagine if he saw me sans chocolate with everything in place! He might let me touch his arm. Probably not, though. That would be strange, right?
There is also another med student whom I find attractive, and every time I see him, I smile...but he never looks at me. Kind of the opposite. Uber hottie talks to me when I look awkward, and mediocore hottie never looks back when I'm poised. What is the DEAL?

Taxman

I'm thinking of doing my own taxes this year, with the help of H&R online. This is a big step for me, considering math was always my worst subject. Plus I know absolutely nothing about taxing. I know that I have a huge folder of receipts, my mileage, and my fingers crossed.
Last year, I paid someone to do my taxes. It was pretty painless, and with my deductions, I only owed $33.00 total. Nice! But then I had to pay $230.00 to have them done. So really, $263.00 (wow! I added.) Much better than the grand I owed the year before that.
The good thing about being an independant contracter (and mostly it sucks), is that I can deduct anything and everything that has to do with music. That means itunes and rock shows, in addition to the operas, sheet music, lessons, coachings, auditions, travel expenses, and everything else in between.
So here's hoping that mama doesn't owe a ton...and that I can figure it out sola.

Bloodied Up

Rather than write another blog whispering bitch post, I'll just leave it at this. Alkaline Trio says it best.


You don't say much of anything
When questioned of your whereabouts, your whereabouts
And I just can't see through the evidence
It's evident
It's right in front of me in black and white and red

And I don't believe in much of anything
I'm glad I have people I call friends
If it was up to me I'd never have to miss you
It's for the better in the bitter end
I guess you'd know the best

You have every right to be
This appalled with me
Join the club
I signed up a long time ago and I know how you feel
And when you decked me
You left me knocked out on the floor
I came to bloodied up, but you weren't around
I picked my teeth off the ground like they'd been there before

Fingers Crossed

Well, my car is in the shop YET AGAIN, friends. I just got a call saying it would cost an upwards of $500.00 to have it fixed. So I asked the guy, "OK. I can't afford that. Is that my only option?" He says no. He says that he can put a different kind of oil in the car to make it run differently. Since I'm only going to be driving it for another 2.5 months.

Please pray that this works. I am at my wits end. I'm nearly losing it at work.

Hello Fans!

OK, so, I just now discovered that by clicking on my site meter, I can see from where people are viewing me blog. Obviously, most of the people my fellow blogging friends (see my links), but I also have some international viewers, and someone from MIT. So to you, I say hello! Bonjour! Guten tag! I don't know Spanish. Keep readin'.

Uhm

Well, I don't really have much to say except that I'm hungry. I had to get up earlier than usual this AM because I dropped my car off at the shop. Joy. So, I ate breakfast at 7:30- about 20 mins earlier than normal. So now I'm hungry 20 mins earlier. I also need coffee.
Project Runway tonight! Down with Santino.

Beautiful Dreamer

"To see a suitcase in your dream, indicates that you are a very together person.  You keep attitudes and behavior in check. Alternatively, it is symbolic of a much needed vacation or break. You need some changes in your life."

Friends, it's time for another episode offfffffff "Hilary's Subconcious!", starring me. Yes, last night my dream involved suitcases. In the dream, I ran into a girl with whom I went to college. Her name is Alyssa. Alyssa and I were never great friends, but we got along just fine and I hung out with her from time to time. When I ran into her, she was packing up her boyfriend's car with 2 huge suitcases. I offered to help her, but she said no and slapped me across the face. Naturally!

Immediately, Nakia (actuallly NOT Nakia, but this girl was supposed to represent her) and I went to Alyssa's house. We played with her cats and I started going through all of her clothes. **For the cat lover, cats signifies an independent spirit, feminine sexuality, creativity, and power **. (I think this is due to HITACHI- yes, I'm now a proud owner.) Eventually, Alyssa came back to her house and apologized for slapping me. I accepted her apology, and left with a cat in my arms.

So, what does this mean? Well, I think it means that Hitachi is doing it's job, and that my 'cleaning house' proposal is in full effect. I should be a psychiatrist.

Blog Whisper

Remember how it's my "nothing to lose" year? Yeah. Well. I may have already lost this.

This is a message for my "friend" Danno. Danno, I highly doubt you'll read this, since you never email me or call me back. Or call me or email me on your own. What's up with that? You're busy, I'm sure. Aren't we all?
The thing that gets me is that you were never too busy to call or write 6 months ago. Yeah. We used to talk quite a bit, remember that? Pretty much every day. We talked about a lot of stuff too, and I was so excited when YOU, of all people, recommended that I listen to Bloc Party- my new favorite band. And then we had a nice visit, after not seeing each other for a year. Good times.
But for whatever reason, you seem to have pretty much forgotten about me. I've called and left messages for you on Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and days in between. I got a "missed call" from you last week. No message. No return call.
So, being that this is my "nothing to lose" year, I'm cleaning house. I'm about to embark on something pretty major in the next few months, and I need to know who is with me. Are you in or out?

This is who and what...

gives Christians a bad name. Don't be ignorant.


http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/08/weekinreview/08goodstein.html

"To a great friend. LYLAS!"

I'm at my parent's house. Mostly because I only got to spend 2 days with the family at Christmas, so I felt like I still needed some lazy fam time. Also because I'm currently broke, so I can't afford to go out and do anything fancy.
At any rate, I was going through some old things in my room, and came across my middle school year book from 1991-92. Wow. I can't beleive how young everyone looks. And how 90's! Yikes. Some terrible fashion decisions made by all. Is that what I'm going to think 10 years from now? That my jeans, haircut, boots, and diesels are SOOO 2006. Probably.
Apparently I was a hateful 6th grader. Weren't we all? As I flipped through the pages, I couldn't help laughing at the messages like, "To a great friend. Have a fun summer!" (from someone I don't think I've seen SINCE the 6th grade. Wow...great friend.) And, "LYLAS! Don't change! Good luck with the guys!" (the guys? I'm 12, thanks.) And my favorite, "Have a good summer. Get laid. Get a boyfriend." (LAID?????? WHAT?????)I also went through the entire yearbook, and drew hearts around the cute boys, exes through the faces of jerks/bitches, and wrote the words "I love" or "I hate" next to kids' names. Man..I would have been one dead 7th grader, had that book ever been found.
So I wonder...has a whole lot changed in the last 14 years? I mean, instead of a yearbook, I have a blog, myspace, and friendster. And instead of drawing hearts around the cute boys, I leave them myspace messages or talk about them with Robert. And as for getting laid and getting a boyfriend...well...

OK, I might not be "qualified", but...

I do speak French. Think I stand a chance?


Our company is looking for a high level executive and personal assistant to the President of an event design & production company.

Requirements:
-French mother language or fluent French (perfectly written and spoken). Also fluent in English.
-Perfect ease and knowledge of both Paris and New York, able to travel to Paris and other cities at least 6 times a year.
-Good knowledge of the fashion industry; established relations with fashion/press/lifestyle/business people in the fashion industry in Paris and New York, consistent experience in a fashion-related company in Paris/New York.
-Proficient in Mac OS, excellent communication and organization skills, able to prioritize and multi-task. Up and energetic, hardworking.
-Must be able to start immediately.

Responsibilities include:
Personal coordination (travel arrangements, relationships with bankers/lawyers, research)
Executive coordination (relationships with clients/business partners, PR, scheduling, expenses, filing, correspondence, supervision of archiving)
Production (pre-production, follow-up, publicity/guests, documenting)

Well...

I think I found the perfect job for myself in NYC.

CALLING ALL BEAUTIFUL WHITE GIRLS

Hey girl, now is your chance to earn some serious money safetly and honestly.
We are an upscale escort agency looking to hire passionate, classy and sophisticated women just like yourself.
Are you open minded and easy to get along with? Beautiful and intelligent?Thats great, you are 90% done now all we need is a picture and a phone number from you so that we can set up an interview.
Get out of the rat race and make money today!!!

Careless Whisper

I hate it when people whisper. It ALWAYS makes me feel like they are talking about me. But of course, they never are. At least I don't think so. Er, wait...are you?...no...oh..me?...oh no...ok! Sorry.
There's a lot of whispering that takes place in my office. Like I said, it's pretty safe to say that it's not about me. But I have to wonder why my co-workers keep their voices down when we're the only people around. What is it that they don't want me to hear? Do they think I'm going to send out a mass email, alerting the entire department as to what someone's husband said last night?
Dammit I hate being out of the loop. What did you just say about me?

Freud?

"To dream that you are swimming underwater, suggests that you are completely submerged in your own feelings. You are forcing yourself to deal with your emotional difficulties".

I had a dream last night that I was singing this opera where I was a mermaid, and actually had to swim underwater, then come out of the water and sing. I hope that NEVER EVER happens. Anyway, at one point, I was supposed to propel myself out of the water with my fin, but couldn't. So I was struggling to get out of the water, searching for an edge of the pool so I could pull myself out, and then I woke up all panicky. (Paincky?) This was 1 minute before my alarm was set to go off.
So, of course, I looked up swimming in some online dream dictionary, and this is what it said. I am "submerged in my own feelings." In light of recent states of mind and future large endeavors to come, I think that's pretty right on. The subconcious is pretty amazing to me. In fact, most of my outlandish dreams usually cater to what I'm feeling or what I went through that day.
Things that make you go hmmmmmm...

Kitchen Sink

I think I could probably live at work. Taking a glance around my desk, I have coffee (GOOD coffee too), tea, cough drops, gum, candy canes, 2 bottles of lotion, chapstick, tampons, pictures of friends, water bottles. Plus, in my boss's office, there is a shower, couch, and there are 2 kitchens on this floor. Srsly, I think I could get away with living here for at least a week. Not that I would want to. On my last day here, I'm going to be one of those people who has to cart home her crap in a box.

Take a Moment...

...to pray for those families who lost their loved ones in West Virginia.
http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/01/04/mine.explosion.wed/index.html

Abs Ass

Abs class is a killer, but a welcome challenge. Especially after the millions of calories consumed by yours truley over the past month. The best part about abs class is Ron- the teacher. He is HI-larious. Not to mention ripped. He talks through the entire class, while simultaneously doing the work. It's pretty impressive.
Tonight, while conquering the first set, the woman behind me, shall we say, "passed wind" right in the middle of a crunch. I giggled...then I laughed...then I almost lost it. NO one else was laughing...I don't even know if anyone else heard it. But all I could think was "Thank GOD Ashley isn't in this class right now. It would have been a pew-shaking moment if ever there was one!"

Heat Wave

I am BURNING up. Srsly sweating here. Everyone else in my office is cold, due to my excessive body temp. I think it's the shirt I'm wearing. It doesn't breathe very well. I'm also wearing wool pants. And knee-high boots. I just had a fan blowing on me, and I'm still hot. I'm also drinking coffee.

To Mac or not to Mac

Me: between you and my friend dan and my uncle bill, i have a force of mac users hunting me down
Alex: yes. if you buy a PC I am no longer your friend. artists can't have PC's
Alex: you just lose mad cool points then
me: hahahah
me: plus dan said he would make out with me if i buy a mac
Alex: I'll do one better
me: well then i have no choice
Alex: just not at the same time

Let's Gooooooooooooooo Mountaineers!!!!!!!

HOLLAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Sugar Bowl victory is ours! 38-35, bitches. West Virginia proved they belonged in a BCS bowl. Some of my friends don't understand my pride. I don't LOVE LOVE LOVE football. In fact, I don't even know what all of the positions are called. But I do understand the rules well enough to explain them to Robert, and I understand what happens with downs and punts and flags. But most of all, I understand that it's a school pride thing. Country roads, baby. Country roads.

It is now "Nothing to Lose" time

Well, folks, I said that 2006 is my "nothing to lose" year, and it has officially begun. I mean it. I'm going to be an audition horse (that is, if I'm granted the auditions), search and find the best apartment I can in New York City, apply for any and all jobs, and rediscover my confidence when it comes to boys. I seem to have lost that somewhere along the way...most likely between failed relationships. It's just easier to accept rejection without even trying than it is to put oneself out there and risk getting shit on...again. While stumbling to Nakia's car last night, I don't remember 100 exactly what I said to Jennifer, but I'm pretty sure it had something to do with feeling lonely and unsuccessful when it comes to the mens, therefore making me a pitiful wreck. At a time in my life when I'm getting ready to take a HUGE step (moving, in case you're an idiot), I've become really reflective and contemplative as of late. Is this the right thing to do? Will I be happy? (Check and check). Am I going to have success in my career? Am I going to meet someone? (A hopeful 2 checks.) Tonight, while sitting around my apt. tired and reflective, Dan called me. After a few weeks of feeling generally shitty about myself, I can honestly say that phone call was the best thing to happen to me so far this year. To Dan, it's probably nothing at all- he was just being a friend, calling to see how I am, and to tell me about the new sunglasses he bought. But to me, it was a reminder that I've got a lot going for me. This is my year.