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Wednesday, April 30, 2003

.partly.productive.

well, i was able to get a few things done today. booked all the travel and accomodations for my friend's wedding in denver. how exciting! archie and i are probably going to do some hiking, go to a colorado rockies game, and just enjoy nature. i can't wait! it'll be a nice bday present to me.

speaking of birthdays, i can't say i'm very excited about this one. this is the real 'omg, i'm a quarter century old' birthday. after this one i'm able to rent rental cars, lower my car insurance, be considered a real adult. how did this happen? how did 25 years just pass by like that? how did i end up owning my own condo by this age? 10 years ago, i was a sophomore at benet academy. i had mr. connely for public speaking, my most dreaded class. mr. brooks for biology. and who was teaching geometry? man, it's so long ago, i don't even remember. that's not a good sign. and did i take a history class? i remember feeling more confident because i wasn't a freshman anymore. and i remember my first hugh crush. i wonder what happened to him...oh yeah, i also became best friends with the flip crowd. and it's all downhill from there. (jk)

all in all, i've lived a good live. a charmed life, actually, better than a lot of people out there. so thank god for small favors.

i don't really like thunderstorms. i get all jumpy. *crash* *boom*

i think i'm going to read a book, so i can be in the same room as archie.


Monday, April 28, 2003

.what.should.i.do.with.my.life.

no, that title is not rhetorical, it's the name of the new book that i bought today. it's written by Po Bronson, and apparantly it's a new york times best seller. well, if that doesn't sell me (and add to that a 30% discount at borders for being on the nytimes best seller list), then i don't know what would. there's a lot of stuff, relatively speaking, that i would like to change in my life. but when i really start to think about it, it turns out that there isn't much really. does that make sense? at first, it would seem that my life isn't very grand, and i should be actually doing something with it. but really, i just need to be content with experiencing what i'm experiencing. i need to start to be happy with what i've got, instead of always craving the material things that seem to consume me. however, there are real things that i need to change. i've been so stagnant for the past year, not growing in many ways, so i need to start reading more. and it can't be magazines. i need to stimulate my mind, or else there will be no mind to stimulate in a couple of years. so i decided to try to get a different perspective on things. could this be a phase? possibly. but i really feel like something has to change now. or else i'll continue being the unhappy person who continually bitches about the most meaningless crap in the world, and bring down everyone else around me. let's move on, shall we?

oh, and in addition to this 'life-altering' book, i decided a girl's gotta have some fun with reading too. so i bought the devil wears prada . that title just brings a smile to my face.

the goal this week is to be productive. to do something more than just watch the damn television and watch reruns all day. i started out well today. ran some much needed errands, and almost did more shopping, but i was not lucky enough to find anything at tj maxx or marshalls. ah well. there are other things to be spending my money on anyways. many other things.

maybe tomorrow i can be productive with work.

it's been so long since i've actually felt good about anything that i do, that i don't really remember anymore. i remember when i was in school, i had goals, small and large. little projects and big projects. and i felt good about completing them. like i actually accomplished something. i want that back. and now that i've realized that, i need to find my way back.

life's worst enemy is being stagnant.

Sunday, April 27, 2003

.ugly.bruise.

i guess the doctor had a tough time finding my vein friday morning, because now i have a huge bruise in the middle of my right arm, right next to the hole where my IV was located. today was a beautiful day, and i wore a sleeveless shirt to the mall, because it's the first real day of spring here, but i wonder if anyone who saw me out there thought i was a drug addict or something. i think the bruise is actually growing or something and it gets uglier with each day. blech. at least it doesn't hurt.

so unfortunately, i made a trip to the mall to meet up with christine. we had a good time catching up. i've missed having those lazy girl talk days with her. we laughed a lot, complained a lot, you know, regular girl stuff. i think i busted a stitch in my mouth too, we were laughing so much. we had one of those karma conversations, and it's so true. whenever things seem to be going bad, it's just payback from the good times we've had before.

oooo, and i found this cute ass pair of white pants from banana republic. so cute. and they actually fit so well now. sometimes, getting sick has its advantages...=) hopefully these pants will fit in a couple weeks too. haha.

i need to get so many things done this week, so i'm so glad i'm actually going to be in town. gotta buy tickets to denver, then decide when we're goin to hawaii... hopefully around august and sept, and then we can meet up with annie and marcel. WOOHOO!

btw - general hospital is awesome this week.

Friday, April 25, 2003

.well.i.didn't.die.

so i'm still alive. aren't you glad? however, i'm also not in a lot of pain. it's just annoying having gauze in my mouth the whole time. is this the calm before the storm? will i be in unbearable pain tomorrow or sunday? i hope not. i don't think i can take it.

i was thinking about this this morning in the shower. why do they call those teeth 'wisdom teeth'? do you become dumb when they're taken out? or do you realize you're dumb after you get them out because you did agree to have them pulled? well now, just call me wisdomless.

i was very out of it this morning. very nervous. the doctor tried to calm me down and the nurse too. they were so nice to me. they could tell i was nervous because i wasn't talking. and maybe i had that poor look on my face. but they just patted my arm and said, 'you'll be fine.' and i think i actually believed them. so they put this gas thing on my nose and told me it was oxygen and nitrous oxide, to help take the edge off, i think. when the nitrous oxide kicked in, the doc put the IV in. i hate feeling that needle in my vein. anyways, i don't think it took long after that for me to doze off. the nice doctor kept talking to me, asking me to tell him what's new with me, and also started telling me stories too, just keeping my mind off everything, and waiting for me to get knocked out. so i slept. and then woke up to something going on in my mouth. the doc said 'you waking up, myra?'. i think i tried to nod my head or open my eyes. it's all a blur, i was so out of it. they let me sit there for a while, and then i started freezing. but i couldn't say anything. i probably sat there for 5 or 10 minutes. then they asked me to get up and go to this other room and sit down. i think i nurse came in and asked me for my insurance card so that archie could go get my prescriptions. either the nurse or archie looked through my wallet. so i sat in that chair for a while. i could hear the doctor telling archie how to take care of me. and then they said i could go, and archie told me to get up and we were leaving. i barely remember walking out of the office, and i think i may have tripped. the office workers were probably all 'damn those drugs worked on her!' they told archie to walk behind me, since i was drugged up the waaazoo. on the way home, archie stopped by mcd's to get me a vanilla milkshake. when we got home, he made me eat it and then take my medicine. 1 pain killer and 2 of my antibiotics. but i'm still confused on why i don't feel more pain or anything. i'm just going to try to keep my mouth from moving too much, so i don't disturb the stitches.

so i didn't die! can you believe it! how in the world did that happen? i looked in the mirror and the tooth that i thought was a wisdom tooth, apparently wasn't it because it's still in my mouth. i forgot to ask the doctor if i could have my teeth to take home. and god knows i had no clue what was going on when i left that office. so i guess my teeth were impacted? i suppose. at least i know what the hell that means now. so did the doctor really operate on me?? i won't know unless i see those teeth...

tv watching is pretty sad. surfing the internet is boring. what the heck am i going to do this weekend?

the one perk of being sick with a GI virus one week and getting my teeth pulled the next week, is maybe i'll finally be able to lose those last 10 pounds i've wanted to lose. i will cross my fingers for that miracle.

unfortunately i went shopping at express this week. (i had to. the fucking hotel irom burned 2 holes through my perfectly good, perfect white shirt!) and while i was only supposed to be getting 1 work shirt, i found this amazing black dress. i wish i could find a picture of it online, but god knows the expressfashion website sucks ass. (hrm, god and ass in the same sentence? that can't be good). anyways, this dress was fab and it actually fit me amazingly well! i'm telling you, being sick does wonders! so i just had to buy it. credit card gods, forgive me, for i know not what i do. i promise, i won't buy any more clothes that aren't absolutely necessary or a can't-refuse deal. (help!)




Wednesday, April 23, 2003

.longer.and.longer.

the days keep dragging on, longer and longer. so i find myself looking through my favorites folder in my IE browser...good stuff. it's funny how we forget about stuff that we want to remember for later...

.check.this.out.

nono, i'm not getting my hopes up now. no point. and i want to be surprised. please? can i be surprised for this one moment in my life? lets change the subject.

this is the 2nd day in a row where i'm just sitting in my cube doing nothing. it's absolutely ridiculous that i flew out here to sit in a cube and twidle my thumbs. i've been trying to think of things that i need to catch up on. websites that i need to read. and i've already ran out of ideas. it's a beautiful day too, so it doesn't help that i'm sitting on the inside wishing i were outside. it is a little chilly, but that's ok. it's so mad sunny out there, that i love it! and i'm in a much better mood right now than i have been in a while.

ok, i just missed my 3PM meeting because i'm stupid. oops. it happens occasionally, right? right??

nothing new is going on. i've been saying "i'm bored" for the past day and a half, and nothing seems to be changing. should i change my approach?


Sunday, April 20, 2003

.it's.over.

phew! that nasty little GI virus is finally out of my system. my bout with this sucker actually sounds more gross than it really was. usually the runs and upchuck accompany this virus, however, since i had no appetite, there was nothing in my system to excrete. i barely ate wednesday, thursday, and friday. how could i? i had absolutely no desire, no need to eat. just the thought of food made me want to throw up. what a horrible little virus. my fever was so damn high friday night, thank god i just passed out asleep so i wouldn't have to writhe in pain. i got my appetite back little by little, and finally today, i started eating normally without having that gaseous, airy feeling in my stomach after i ate. those antibiotics are smart little suckers, aren't they? anyways, i'm lucky enough to survive this episode of sickness. will next weekend be the same? probably. friday is my date with doom. my mouth will have to bid a fond farewell to 4 of their own. and i'm sure there will be tears next weekend. blech.

i'm glad that i do only get 3 days at work. but is that really worth it compared to the appalling weekend that i am expected to go through?? lets hope so.

so lets see, since i've been stuck at home recovering this weekend, i've been able to examine the real world/road rules challenge shows in depth. it really is addicting. especially when you have nothing else to watch and need a little drama in your life. good times, i say. so easy to hate some people the way they're portrayed.

oooo, oooo...i also cleaned up the condo a bit today. my bathroom is finally clean! WOOHHOO! it was such a bitch to clean though..i hate cleaning it, but it's always such a good feeling when i'm finally done. so maybe tomorrow i'll finally take that much needed bath. my muscles can finally relax..

i'm finally getting my hair cut tomorrow. just a trim of course, because i'm still on the fence on whether i should grow it out much more...i should probably try to find a picture of a haircut that i want, but i just can't find anything that i like that much. we'll see. i plan on hittin up the rack and br while i'm out there. suburbia parking is so much easier than the city. suburbanites tend to take that one for granted. now that i'm a convert, i value it so much more. hallelujah for those parking spaces i find in the city!

that damn dog upstairs is running around like its head is cut off...it's too bad that their living room is right above our bedroom. they're damn loud sometimes...but there are so many pros to this condo, that noise is just a small con...hopefully.

Saturday, April 19, 2003

.ugh.

i hate being sick. i can't stand it. the last time i posted on this site, i was just fine. minding my own business. getting ready to start this new phase of testing at work. then wednesday morning hit. threw up as i was finishing up brushing my teeth. i guess i have a very sensitve gagging reflex. so i stayed in my hotel room wed morning. i thought i was better in the afternoon, so i went into work. then i got a fever and the aches within the first hour i was at my cube. i went back to my hotel, took some advil, slept it off, woke up at 7PM and felt much better, so i finally ate something. mmmm, chicken fingers. but then i got another fever and the aches by 9PM. took more advil, and went to bed with such an achy feeling. that's the worst. thursday all day was the same. stayed in the hotel until afternoon, thought i'd feel better, so i went into the office. i had to go back to the office anyways to pick up my laptop. but i couldn't stand sitting in my cube until it was time to leave for the airport. so i left work early and somehow managed to make it to the airport. don't ask me how...finally got home around 8PM CST. friday, i found a doctor. but let me just say, this guy was just about ready to die on me. so old and so slow moving. but he couldn't find out what was wrong with me either. i mean, a fever means that there's an infection somewhere, right? and i'm usually able to get rid of a fever within 1 day. but this one i just can't shake. even now, as i write this, i can feel the fever starting to come back...anyways, after i went to this doctor, i called my uncle for a 2nd opinion. the first doc thinks it must be some virus, and took a guess that i have a gastrointestinal virus. my uncle guessed the same. so what i've concluded is that i have some kind of virus. he put me on some kind of general antibiotics...i hope it works. i felt horrible last night after i took my first dose. my fever peaked. i was so warm, that i got worried, but i ended up just passing out, hoping that i could just sleep it off..so i feel better now, but who knows...these antibiotics better work. but my nice long weekend is completely shot. i had frickin 4 whole days at home, and now i can't see anyone or go out anywhere! crap! this is torture! and next weekend is going to be the same since i'm getting my damn teeth pulled.....AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! i think i might just die of boredom.

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

.time.flies.

i never realized how fast these days go by until i remember that i have this site and look to see when my last post was posted. almost a full week?! where did the time go?

i went to roscoe's last friday night. for those of you who are unfamiliar with this area of bars, roscoe's is one of the best gay bars around. so cool and the eye candy is almost irresistible. actually, lemme correct myself. the eye candy is torture. absolute torture. there were so many hot guys, i couldn't keep track of them all! archie was very sweet to me that night too. offered to drop me off and pick me up whenever i wanted. it's nice to feel wanted. anyways, when he came back to pick me up, i felt bad for him
because as he pulled up to the corner, alan l. was being a tad bit loud and was yelling 'ARCHIE ARCHIE!', which caused these other hottie boys to swarm my car and say hi to archie, waving and just plain having fun. one even tried to sit on my lap and get a ride with us...he just sat his bootie down on me and was waving his arms like we were on some parade float or something. good times for sure.

we bought a desk from ikea this weekend too. it fits perfectly in between the huge ass bed and the wall. now we just need a chair. i called up my parents to see if they could scam one from office max using their company card. but since they miss being around my bubbly personality everyday, my dad tried to straight up bribe me. he said if i come home on sunday, my mom will cook for me and also buy me a nice desk chair. who am i to say no? i was all excited, but then on sunday at the downers grove officemax, they didn't have the chair i wanted. so what did i get instead? a new printer/scanner/copier! yes, that's right. if i can't get myself a chair, i'd better make good use of that company card, courtesy of the p's. but don't worry, i will be getting my chair eventually. i just need to give the specs to my dad and he'll help his favorite daughter
out. (oh yeah, i'm the only daughter too).

did anyone see married by america last night? unfortunately, i did. what's wrong with the other networks? why can't they air an interesting show at 9PM & 10PM EST?? i did try to switch around to the other networks, but i did catch the ending, where the blond guy told the blond girl no. very sad. and i felt so bad watching it. however, i did wonder if there was a whole script to this show. did it not look staged or what?

american idol tonight. the only reason i watch now is reuben. everyone else bores me.

it's so nice outside today. but i'm dreading this thursday. i hope it's not storming too bad. i hope the storm just misses us all together. i'm tired of the bumpy horrible flights to/from chicago and detroit. last monday's flight was absolutely perfect. couldn't get any better. can't they all just be like that??

i'm feeling very bland. sorry so boring lately...






Wednesday, April 09, 2003

.some.marriage.advice.

i got this forwarded to me. i know some of you (including me) have read some or at least parts of this before, but i just had to post it here:

Kids Advice on Love and Marriage
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HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHOM TO MARRY?
You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.
* Alan, age 10

No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with.
* Kirsten, age 10


WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?
Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.
* Camille, age 10

No age is good to get married at. You got to be a fool to get married.
* Freddie, age 6


HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?
You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.
* Derrick, age 8

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?
Both don't want any more kids.
* Lori, age 8

WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?
Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get toknow each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.
* Lynnette, age 8

On the first date, they just tell each other lies, and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.
* Martin, age 10

WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?
I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.
* Craig, age 9

WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?
When they're rich.
* Pam, age 7


The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that.
* Curt, age 7

The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do.
* Howard, age 8

IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?
I don't know which is better, but I'll tell you one thing. I'm never going to have sex with my wife. I don't want to be all grossed out.
* Theodore, age 8

It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.
* Anita, age 9


HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED?
There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?
*Kelvin, age 8


"And the #1 Favorite is........"

HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?
Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.
*Ricky, age 10

.insignificant.details.

i miss chicago. i know i'm only not there at the least 4 days out of the week, but i miss listening to my radio stations, driving my car, sleeping in my bed. i suppose i'm only feeling homesick because i'm listening to 101.9 over the internet. thank god they can streamline the eric and kathy show. makes me feel better at the start of my day. now if they can only do that for b96.

so the story from last friday is that we were delayed 2 hours on the plane, on the tarmac. not fun. i would have had more fun doing...well, nothing really. there were a billion other things i wanted to do friday night, but i only got to do about 500,000 of them.

so anyways, we finally take off, and it's a rough ride the entire flight because of the storms. we begin our descent, and of course that gets rockier. then we hit this smooth(er) patch. i'm reading my self magazine, minding my own business, sitting on the left-side-of-the-plane window seat, when all of a sudden there's this flash-explosion-boom right outside my window. i kid you not. everyone started looking outside my side of the plane, wondering what the hell was going on. i had turned my head since i was startled, then went back to my magazine, too scared to look back out the window for fear that the wing would be on fire or worse yet, gone. well, it took about 10 more seconds, and i looked back out and everything seemed to be ok. the woman next to me said in her english accent, 'well, i guess that must have been lightening...' she stopped reading her book and sat up straight, waiting to hear from the pilot or a flight attendant to get on the PA and tell us not to worry. however, it seems that AA did not want to calm our fears. no announcement, after the explosion, or even after we landed. amazing how some pilots don't give a crap about who they're flying around.

so needless to say, that flight freaked me out. i've always wondered how i would react if my plane ever got hit by lightening. and if this explosion was lightening, which i do believe it was, my reaction was quite normal. i think my mind went into shock and wouldn't let myself think about what could happen. i knew that if i did, i wouldn't be able to handle the rest of the landing. so i started talking to the woman next to me about her family in london and her job at the ritz. she has a very interesting, luxurious job. and she said that traveling doesn't faze her. her philosophy? 'how can i sell my product which includes travel, if i don't like to travel myself?'

so after this brush with death (ok, barely-there-brush-with-death) i wasn't really looking forward to traveling on monday. but i had to do it. and again, we were delayed because of the snow storms. only this time, as soon as i boarded the plane and took my seat, i fell alseep. woke up an hour later, only to realize that we hadn't moved from the gate! i woke up and felt lost because i didn't hear the pilot's announcement on why we were delayed and for how long. but we ended up taking off 20 minutes later. ugh. the joys of traveling.

after 5 straight dreary work days, it's finally sunny! woohoo!








Saturday, April 05, 2003

.delay.tape.

i'm sitting on this plane trying to get to chicago, watching what is appropriately labeled as 'the delay tape'. i could have been home by now, if i had just started driving towards chicago instead of the detroit airport. but instead of following my instincts, i'm watching everybody loves raymond. yes, raymond, i do adore you, but not when i'm trying to get home on a friday night.

work was just a bunch of crap today. i don't know why i was in such a fowl mood all day. i think it was because i didn't have my daily dose of caffene. ie. my tall chai latte, courtesy of starbucks. i decided to try to save my two dollars and seventy-six cents, and go without it for a day. not good to be too dependent on certain substances. but i don't know if i will be doing that again. if i feel like i need it, then i should just buy it. who cares if i'm addicted. i hate feeling like i'm dragging the whole morning. and
everyone can tell when i'm in a bad mood. not a good sign to show your coworkers.

i'm still trying to decide if i will get a haircut sooner rather than later. i really can't afford it. but i can't afford to take so long getting ready in the morning. i'm so tired of trying to flip out my damn hair. ugh. i like the outcome afterwards, but trying to get it in that condition is just wearing me out. i'm all for fashion, but i think i'm finally over it. but i will say, i will forever be a product whore. 4-eva.

i've come to the decision that i do not like waiting on a plane longer than the actual flight time.

i'm starting to go through withdrawal from shopping. i haven't bought a thing in i don't know how long. okokok, i may be exaggerating, but it does seem like a long time. and i'm eyeing this kenneth cole watch. and this kenneth cole reaction luggage (this is more of a need than a want) from tj maxx. i would say clothes, but i'm not sure i can buy much clothes anymore. i really shouldn't. but maybe if there's a good sale, i can splurge a little. i mean, every girl needs a new something for spring, don't they? and a new
pair of sandals. however, i don't think i will be buying shoes unless they are too cute, that i just have to have them. like i can't live without them. ugh. but this is all in the name of vacations and a little other celebration that isn't defo yet, but is hopefully in the works.

when oh when is this plane going to start moving?

______________________________________________________

so i finally made it home. but i'm too tired right now to explain the whole story. more tomorrow. just know
that there's a bright flash involved and some very turbulant weather.






Thursday, April 03, 2003

.have.you.seen.him?

where in the world is sidiron ?

.dawsons.american.bachelor.idol.

first thing's first. what is the point for the bachelor host (whose name i've conveniently forgotten) stepping forward and saying "ladies, this is the final rose of the evening." do he and the producers really think that the girls are that dumb to not realize that their chances of being chosen are almost over? (and does that sentence even make any sense?) anyways, that andrew firestone guy is one hot boy. i didn't find him attractive at first, but what a difference watching him on tv, than seeing his picture in a magazine.
some people just look better in person (in this case, in person on tv), than as a picture in a magazine.

but enough drooling over him.

american idol: is it really necessary to drag this show out another 1/2 hour? i mean, it's not like it'll be meaningful. it doesn't add any bit of value. and then to drag it out last night only to find out that no one was going to get kicked off? hrm. the motives of the fox produces is questionable. but when is it not?

dawsons: oh please oh please, wb writers and producers, do not break up my joey and pacey. can't they tell by this episode that they have so much chemistry? and they are defo more fun to watch than the boring ramblings of joey and dawson. sure it might be dawson's creek, but they're not at the creek, now are they? this is college, and joey and dawson are so 90s. don't bring me and your faithful viewers into that world again. we've had to endure a lot of questionable writing this past season, but for those of us who still watch it, please don't let us down. ok, i know this pleading is falling on deaf ears, but i can rant about it can't i? joey and pacey 4-ever.

i'm ashamed again to admit that i watched it - allamericangirl - (written as one word in the hopes that maybe the search engines won't bring viewers of that show to this page.): that tarah girl needs to ship out.pack your bags girlfriend. i agree with her other team members that she needs to get out of that team and this competition. she's not even that attractive. at least in my opinion. monica is my favorite so far, though. who knows if i'll keep up with this show. hopefully not.

has anyone noticed that when i do write a lot here, it's usually about tv shows? i think i might have a problem.

so i asked the question, and it looks like i will be up here until the end of june. i'm not sure if that's good or not, but i suppose it is. most of my good friends are leaving within the next month though, so that's not good news. i just need to concentrate on work, i guess. who knows, maybe they'll give me more responsibility, since more people are rolling off. i just hope i don't get stuck here for the next year. that, i cannot handle.

tickets go on sale soon for the much anticipated concert. yall know who i'm talking about. i thought tickets went on sale today, but apparantly it's on saturday morning. wish me luck.

oh, and have you heard? scott foley and jennifer garner are separated. as someone who shamelessly follows this stuff, i can't say that i am surprised. he seemed all uncomfortable whenever they were together and the reporter only focused on her and not him. like he couldn't handle it all, since he was the bigger star when they first got together. although felicity was not as huge as alias, but you know what i mean. that really just sucks, but i do hope they work it out. i feel so guilty talking about them, since they don't seem to be the diva-couple type. i'll just stop.

anyways, i do have that thing called work to do. and it's calling my name right about now.



Wednesday, April 02, 2003

.crap.

so it's over. this ncaa thing? i'll be surprised if i don't end up last in my office pool. i also made 2 other side bets, both of which i have lost. am i surprised? yes. am i annoyed? yes. because i hate losing. when i was younger, i was usually 1st in everything. am i bragging? no, i'm just stating fact. all this coming-in-second stuff started in college, i guess. so you'd think i'd be used to it since i'm getting to be an old geezer. whatever. anyways, we'll find out the final scores next week.

so i'm watching the dawsons' episode that i taped from last wednesday. i know i've ranted about this before, but that show...the writing lately has been hit or miss. and this episode is a defo hit. it's totally going back to the good ol days of dawsons creek writing. *sigh*. i so hope that pacey and joey end up together. when viewers think back to the old high school days of when they first got together underneath all that drama, it all just makes sense. they belong together. i mean, joey and dawson are ok together. but pacey and joey? perfect. so idealistically compatible. it's what most of us dream of. isn't that the kind of relationship we all want? the way he looks at her. the gentleness he shows towards her. he is so damn sweet, and still has that bad boy attitude sometimes. ok, so maybe that's my idealistic guy. (and i suppose i do
have that now)

anyways, i wrote the above sunday night. and now it's wednesday. where the frick do the days go? oh, i forgot. it's work.

and yet again, i was distracted by work. i will post this one today. i hope. i'm more willing to finish this today anyways, so that i don't go shopping on my way home to the hotel. i need to concentrate more on paying my damn bills.

shoot. it's almost 8PM here..know what that means? dawsons. so i can't write everything that's in that head of mine. oh well. there's always tomorrow right?

tomorrow: dawsons review and american idol babble.