so how annoying is this? i didn't take a lunch, so i was going to leave early, at 4, cause my supervisor said that was ok. then my boss walks up to my department and says, hey if you guys want to get out of here early, you can just leave at 4. ew. i was robbed!

if i had a spare $99 i'd totally be at the desmond tonight to see hair of the dog. that would be my perfect new years. that would rock immensely, actually. dammit.

i guess i'll have to be happy with staying in and having chinese new year with beck and dancing around in my living room to them. probably will be a good time...

but it really pales in comparision to seeing them live...

after the parting glass

well. we were very drunk.

i've got all sorts of UDBs (Unidentified Drinking Bruises - Beck's Tara Anne Pleat's term): there's a bump on the back of my head, two bruises on my shoulders (one on the top of each shoulder), and one on my right knee. What really kind of concerns me is my shoulders: what could I have possibly done that gave me a nasty bruise on the top of each shoulder?

but it was a good night altogether. :)

saturday at the parting glass

so we were back at the parting glass saturday night. we arrived early, around 9 and got a dart board in the dartroom that was close to the door to the performance area. The place was packed... Neary showed Beck how to play darts, and they played for a while (Beck started off by getting a bullseye, but then it went a little downhill... most likely due to the alcohol). Sean Brimhall showed up and then Alex and his friend Dave got there. The music started and the guinness was flowing, and all was good with the world :) We could hear the music pretty well, and even though we weren't in the performance room we participated in the audience portions of the music. During "Black Velvet Band" we'd yell out "Diamonds!" and "And she was!" even if we were in the middle of a conversation. So, it went something like this: "Yeah, I was going to go down there (AND SHE WAS!) but then I decided not to..." Very funny.

we were getting pretty hella drunk (well, at least beck and i were) and so we decided that we needed french fries and gravy. you know, when you're drunk, french fries and gravy sound like the best thing in the world, and when you get them, they taste like steak. soyeah. we chowed down for a bit, then beck and i took a trip to the bathroom, and when we got back there were two fries left. beck ate one, and the last one was coated in the gravy. so brimhall hands me this fork, and i'm about to stick it in the fry when i think, "where did this fork come from?" and so i asked him if it was used and he said no, that it had been sitting there the whole time, and that was a good enough answer for me at the time, so i dug in. but thinking on it now, where had that fork been sitting? that's kinda a little gross. i bet it was on the glass case that we had our beers on, and that's a bit scummy. ah well, didn't kill me...

so we abandoned our board and congregated by the door to the performance room so that we could see the show. We participated in the "Barley Mow" (a song in which you have to consume an entire pint of Guinness during it) and Rick, the singer said that he was getting a lot of participation from our side of the room but "dick" from the other side. We cheered, and thought it was great that we were better participators and we didn't pay cover. After the Barley Mow, I was pretty much just extremely ass drunk. They played "Tim Finnigan's Wake", another song that you particpate in, and it was awesome. The singer for that song, John, sang the first line, and everyone in the room cheered so loud and so long, he sang it again. Rock. Very awesome show. They played "All of the Hard Days are Gone" and "I Used to Work in Chicago" because I think there might have been a riot if they didn't, and at the very end the big guy, Mike, who has the most awesome voice, sang "The Parting Glass." Incredible show :) The only thing missing was Beck and I didn't hear them play "Me and Julio" (Neary said they played it during the first set, but I don't remember that at all). Soyeah. Every time I see them, I can't wait to see them again. They rock. They're playing Saturday at McGeary's and I want to go so bad... I think I've decided that I'm definately going, but I just need to find at least one other person to go with me.... any takers?

soyeah. we left after the show. I ran into Keith, who was really busy that night, but i still kind of felt like he was ignoring me again (whatever) and he asked if we were leaving. I said, yes, and he said he'd try and call me this week if he wasn't to busy (blah blah blah) and i was like, ok, whatever, and then he asked me if i was ok (i guess i must've looked like i was going to fall over or something) and i said, "i'm really really drunk" and i smiled and he laughed and i turned around and left. I dunno. I guess he doesn't hate me, and that's all i wanted (cause i'm not going to pursue anything with a guy who's got 2 kids).

friday on the way home from the parting glass

so we headed home. I was fine to drive having only had one beer at the bar when we first got there, and we were there for at least 3 hours. for some reason i decided to take route 50 back to clifton park instead of the northway. i was cruising down the road when suddenly lights began flashing behind me... yeah, i got pulled over. i was like, dammit, i'm getting pulled over. honestly, i didn't realize i was speeding. it was late and there wasn't anyone else on the road except for a taxi in front of me, and i must've been going about the same speed as he was because i wasn't catching up or anything. butyeah, generally i just drive the speed that feels comfortable to me. i had good music (HOTD) playing so the speed happened to be a bit fast... soyeah. i pulled over and beck reminded me to turn down my music and eric and sarah sat there and didn't say a word. so the cop came up to my car and said, "can i see your license and registration?" and he kinda sounded mean at first. so i fumbled around and found my license and looked for my registration, acting like this was the first time i'd ever gotten pulled over. then i realized that i didn't have my registration with me (not unusual... i never have it when i get pulled over), so i looked up at the cop and said "i think my registration's in my other wallett" and i made sure that it sounded like i was going to cry and i made my eyes all big and i looked at him like, "oh my god, mr. cop, please don't arrest me!" and so he asked me who my car was registered to and i said, "my father." He asked me if I knew why he pulled me over, and I tried to look really ashamed (I opened my eyes really wide and kinda bit my lower lip) and shook my head. and he kinda laughed and said, "you were going a little quick there" then he told me that he "had me up to 75 in a 45." he asked me if i had any problems with my license or anything and i shook my head and widened my eyes and said "no" like, "gee how could you think that, i'm just an innocent little girl." see, there are no problems with my license (i think) but i didn't want to give him any cause to go back and run the license cause i was tired and that takes forever and i wanted to go home. so then he asked me where i was coming from and i told him saratoga, then he asked where in saratoga and i told him the parting glass and he asked if it was busy and i said no. then he asked if i had anything to drink, and i told him i had one beer at 8 o'clock (weird that i spit that time out. we didn't get there until 11... but i did have a beer at 8... with dinner...) so then he asked his partner to "get the box" and told me that any time someone says they've had something to drink they have to blow the breathalyzer. so i'm glad that among my friends is a trooper who thinks it's funny to go to the barracks after we've been at a bar and see how drunk we are, because if i hadn't known that breathalyzers sound like those little toy whistles when you blow them i would have gotten hysterical. soyeah. while the other guy was getting "the box" the cop at the car (who i now noticed was a trooper and not a local cop, which made me relax, cause then i pretty much knew i wasn't getting a ticket - first of all, i never get tickets, but a trooper is easier to get out of a ticket than a local cop) said, you don't look like you've had much to drink, let me see your eyes and he shined his light in my eyes (and while he was doing that I totally was making eye contact and flirting... i'm so bad... but actually, he was really cute). Then the other guy was back with the box and i blew and i was fine. then the cute cop said, "i'm going to cut you a break tonight... just slow it down for me, ok?" i think i said thank you (i hope i did) and then they walked back to their car. i pressed the window up button and told beck to not start laughing until i got the window all the way up... then we totally cracked up. i am invincible. i totally rock at not getting the tickets :) (i love being a girl)

friday at the parting glass

so we arrived at the parting glass and got our guinnesses and found a spot in the front room to plant ourselves. Neary was there with his family, and he came over and joined us for a while. After a little while, Eric and Sarah decided to go into the dart room and play some darts. Dodi went back there so she could say hi to Keith and see if he was still going to be annoying. He told her that he meant to call me but he's been so busy with Christmas and working blah blah blah. Whatever. I don't really care. Also, it doesn't explain why he had to ignore me the other night. Yeah, whatever. Anyway. I ran into him later and he gave me the same story, and I was like, ok, whatever and he told me he'd find me up front later so he could talk for a bit. He did come up later, and we talked for a couple minutes. He asked if we were going out afterwards and I told him no, that i was feeling pretty sick with my cold and i was probably going home. Then he went back to work and later I headed to the dart room because Dodi was leaving and Beck was back there with Neary and Eric and Sarah were still back there playing darts. I ran into Keith again, and he said that he was just getting off of work and said he'd be over in a few. I played some shuffleboard type game with Neary (he beat me) then with Beck (I beat her). Keith came over and talked to us while we were playing and we told him that we'd be there the next night for Hair of the Dog. Neary discovered that Keith had thrown him out (or, "asked him to leave") a few times before. It was pretty late by that time (2am) and Eric and Sarah seemed pretty tired, so we headed home...

friday on the way to the parting glass

so we decided to just take my car even though we'd have to go through Clifton Park and we could've dropped beck's car off because neither of us like driving alone and I had the HOTD in my car. we drove down new scotland ave i stopped at a red light. then traffic started moving. it was stopandgo, and suddenly the woman in front of me stopped. i braked, but the road was covered in slush and my car slid into hers. suck. her license plate fell off, and there was some patches where her paint flaked off, but otherwise there was no damage. my license plate holder cracked and my plate got bent and there was a small spot where my paint got fucked up, but other than that my car was fine. and this woman was such a bitch. we did the insurance thing, but i told her i wasn't going to bother making a claim because the damage was so small. then she wanted to check my license and my insurance card to see that i'd given her the correct info. ew. not to be hella really snotty, but i'm from clifton park. i'm not some random scumbag from albany. (ok, that was really snotty. but i don't care.) anyway. it was very irritating and it dampened my mood for a bit, but later i just decided to own it and it didn't bother me anymore.

so then we picked up eric and his girlfriend sarah and went up north...

so this was a pretty great weekend (finally, after a string of pretty shitty ones).

friday dinner at my place

so i cooked dinner for beck and myself friday night. i made a version of chicken continental, and it turned out awesome! well, i thought so, and beck seemed to think so. i've got leftovers and as soon as i can afford to buy rice (how sad is that?) i'll be able to eat them. rock. yeah. so we enjoyed the chicken and the salad (mesculin greens with chick peas, tomato, clover sprouts and bacon bits (the soft kind) with raspberry vinagrette dressing) and the guinness (always enjoyable) while we watched sex and the city and then we exchanged christmas gifts. Beck got me a tin Guinness sign (it's the one with the happy pint trying to get the last drip of guinness from the bottle and it says "there's nothing like a guinness"), two of these weird little figures from hallmark that are just so strange they make us hysterical every time we look at them in the store (she got me the potato farmer - he's really ugly and surly looking and his head comes off - and the cow - who she named stupid cow because it says "moo" on the side of it, like you didn't know that's what cows say), and a little grow your own patch of grass kit (rock!). I got her a gift certificate to Victoria's Secret (I know, seems like a weird gift to give a friend, but truly, it was perfect, we shop there all the time... and single and fabulous girls can always use more cute underwear). Then we danced around like the freaks that we are to "Me and Julio" by HOTD in my living room (gotta do the butt dance to that one). Then it was time to go to the Parting Glass...

I hate colds. I can't function in the morning. I don't even know how to begin my work here. Suck. I feel like I've been beat up (that may be leftover from the weekend, and not entirely due to the cold... it was a good weekend...)

I hate Monday mornings. So much. (actually, I pretty much hate any morning when I have to get up) I want to write about my weekend, but it looks like that might have to be done from work... It's payday today, which rocks, because I have exactly $1.83 and the cat has no food at all. bleh. I don't want to work (I just want to bang on the drum all day).

just so everyone knows, i'm still really really really really bored. and i have 3.5 hours to go. dammit.

so, have you ever been reading the bible, or sitting in church listening to a reading from the bible and thought to yourself, "yeah, but what would it look like in legos?" well, you can find your answer here.

eric and sarah showed me a couple of movies on the internet that were hilarious... triumph the insult comic dog vs star wars fans was just too freaking funny! :) also, mario twins is great :) makes you need to sing that mario music....

oh. my. god. i'm so bored. i want to die. ok, it's not busy at all. i'm just so bored. i keep staring at the clock. i can't believe it's only a little after 11. 5.5 hrs to go. kill me.

ok, i'd like to point out that i still have 5.5 hours left here. oh. my. god.

i got to hang out with eric and his girlfriend sarah last night. that was a nice surprise. well, actually, he did tell me sunday that he'd be up this week but i completely forgot. you know, being an airhead sometimes has it's advantages if you like surprises....

so i'm trying to look busy, but there's nothing for me to do. bleh.

i'm cooking dinner for beck tonight. she often makes me dinner so i'm returning the favor. so if you want a good laugh, you can tune into my webcam around 630 tonight and watch me cook. i may switch to a live stream (ooh, exciting!) so here's the menu for tonight: chicken continental (chicken, cream of mushroom soup, mushrooms, white rice, and broccoli with parmasean cheese on top), a salad (if i remember to go to the store at some point today), and guinness (choice of draught or extra stout). oh, and for desert, guinness turds. yum.

so i got up at the asscrack of dawn this morning and had to help dig out of the driveway. the snow was about 2 feet deep on the driveway, and at the end the passing plows had built a wall of snow 5 feet high. that was a lot of fun to work on clearing at 630 in the morning. they ended up delaying opening the office until 10am anyway, but i was already up and didn't get anymore sleep.

so work wasn't too bad today. actually pretty boring. i got my shit done early and now i've got nothing to do but watch the clock for the next 15 minutes. i can't decide whether to go back to my apartment tonight or to just head back up to clifton park. i'm thinking parking in albany might still suckass, so maybe i'll go back home. i dunno. i think the real reason i want to go back home is that i want to play more ps2. that's what i did instead of sleep this morning. i played ssx. yeah... i think i just may go back up to the park and play some ps2. my apartment just seems so boring in comparison...

so i'm packing my bags for the misty mountains.

so i was just playing ssx with my brother. i'm actually decent at that game. yeah. but i was playing with Elise, and i was reading her stats and it said she was supposed to be 5'11" at 120 lbs. okyeah. whatever. she could totally not be that weight. especially not with the lara croft rack they have on her. whatever. and if she was that weight, she certainly wouldn't be able to snowboard.. anyway. i guess i shouldn't think too much about it. it's just a game...

i hate that i have to work in the morning. i was at starbucks with beck and alex yesterday, and i said how i hate that i had to work on thursday. then alex said that he had to work wednesday night. and i told him that wasn't so bad. yeah, i guess that's worse. especially since it's snowing like a bitch here. it's going to suck getting out of here in the morning. and i'm stuck here at my parents' again tonight. which kind of sucks. i like seeing and being with everyone and all, but it's too much. i have nowhere to go. no privacy. and everyone here is sick. this is kind of stressfull for me. i enjoy afternoon visits much more. beh.

so the feeding frenzy is over (has been for like an hour and a half). everyone is now happily playing with their new toys :) I got a new TV. This one is 20", silver, with speakers on the sides. It's very cute. And now I won't have to watch TV on a little, ghetto 13" TV. And it's hella cute and silver so it'll match my stereo and DVD player. :) Also, my parents told me that they'll fix the muffler on my car for me. Which rocks, because it definately needs to be fixed, but I really didn't want to spend the money to fix it... My little brother (David) got a new computer, which is very cool for him because he's still been using my first computer (a pentium 133). so he's pretty happy :) The boys got a PS2 which of course they're playing now. They got the new Bond game and they're downstairs blowing each other up. I would like to play it eventually, but I don't think I'll get the chance today...

so, what am I, like,five years old or something? It's freaking 630 on Christmas morning and I'm awake... I think it's actually because I went to bed around the time that I normally would before going to work and so I just woke up at my usual time. oh, and also, i'm at my parents house and i'm sleeping in the basement and it's freezing down there. and i'm sleeping on a pullout bed. so it's really not the most comfortable i've ever been. butyeah.

so the living room looks all serene right now... the tree's twinkling and there are gifts of all sizes covering the floor. It really looks like a pretty christmas picture. i took a picture of it, because in a few hours it won't look like that anymore... there'll be chunks of wrapping paper spewed all over the room, toys underfoot, and boxes and other assorted packaging materials as far as the eye can see. that room won't be the same again for months.

so when i got here yesterday half of the household was sick. my dad was sitting in the big chair in the living room coverd with blankets and he could barely talk (which is so odd. he's such a big, tough guy that when he's really sick like that it's kind of scary). my second youngest brother, greg, was disgustingly pale with dark circles under his eyes, half sitting/half sleeping on the sofa in the basement next to a bucket, and my sister was walking around with a hoodie on and the hood up looking like death. mom informed me that they had a nasty stomach bug. i was completely grossed out. i wanted one of those isolation masks that look like duckbills from the hospital. i haven't been feeling too great (my throat had been hurting so bad i thought i had strep) so i really didn't want anything else. but i'm not sick this morning, I made it through the night here without contracting their disease. unfortunately my disease has progressed and now i'm coughing like i have pneumonia again. that'd suck.

so we exchanged family gifts yesterday. one of our family traditions has always been to exchange our gifts to eachother on christmas eve and then open the gifts from 'santa' the next day. my little brothers get the cutest things for people. alex (the youngest) got amy a set of tiny purses because she could use them "to put all her dimes in." so adorable. the little guys gave me jewlery: alex gave me a santa pin and greg gave me a butterfly necklace. I got goonies and the secret of nimh from david and amy. we watched the secret of nimh last night. i love that movie. the music from it is awesome... and everytime i get sick, i always want that soup that comes in a packet that you add hot water to because it reminds me of the stuff that Mrs. Brisby got to give to Timmy.

ugh. i was going to try and go back to sleep but my little alex just wandered downstairs and now i have to keep him entertained until a decent hour when we can wake up the parents and the amy and the david (becuase now they're old farts and don't get up early - not even on christmas morning) and open presents.

rock. my brother rocks. see? he posted a comment upon request... oh, also beck rocks for just leaving random comments. comments make me happy :)

soyeah. the guinness balls. kinda look like guinness turds. but i'm thinking that they'll still taste ok. i had an assload of dark chocolate left over and i really had to restrain myself from eating all of it... i had to just throw it out right away... anyway, i can't wait to taste a guinness turd :)

(yeah, those are the guinness turds on the bottom, and yes that second shelf is all full of beer and gin. you have to have the necessities <- sp?)

yeah. so a half day of work tomorrow. i believe (the children are our future) that i should not have to work at all. working on christmas eve sucks. but at least i get to wear jeans :)

dodi was here earlier and she tied a towel around my cat's neck and he just took it. he just takes it. wussy. he looked like rocky.

this is a very disjointed post. (i am a very disjointed thinker)

why is it that whenever i invite people to comment on my blog my commenting system ceases to work? that's hella irritating!

yeah. i need to go to bed.

i'm making guinness balls tomorrow night (guinness stout truffles). you can find the recipe, and other guinness recipes here.

hmm.. just put a new commenting system on here, but it's asslate so i haven't customized it yet. anyway, i'm thinking this will be more stable than YACCS. It's blogout 1.5 which looks like it may rule. soyeah. comment away. especially on the post below. :)

soyeah. i've been thinking. i get to look at police reports at my job and they are kinda exciting for me, and that girlcop in saratoga ruled last night, and since i don't know what i want to be (except for whatever it is it should be something abnormal because i'm just not normal) maybe i'll be a cop. and this "decision" is helped along by the fact that everyone i test it out on laughs at me (yeah, really no better way to get me to do something than by telling me that i can't do it). also, the whole uniform thing really works well for guys. while walking around the mall yesterday, i saw many young men in uniform, and i've got to say, even if they're not that great looking to begin with, put a uniform on a guy and girls take notice. but does it work the same way for women?

the ladycop (i bet female police officers would hate that term) last night was awesome: young and cute and confident/take charge but not in a way that she was all powertrippy. but she's like the first ladycop ever that i've seen that fits this description (other than Ursula from Supertroopers, but she's not real). so the question that i pose now to you readers (and which you must answer via the commenting system after this post or else face certain death... and i can track this, i have your ip's) is: do uniforms work the same for girls as they do for guys? and are ladycops cool/sexy or intimidating/scary or other? opinions please...

so saturday night sucked and here's why:

beck and i didn't get to meet the people we were supposed to and ended up just sitting the two of us at the parting glass where the hot irish bartender (keith) obviously ignored me because either (1) i was supposed to call him that sunday night long ago and he thought that i blew him off and was annoyed that i was at his bar because he thought i was a bitch or (2) he was supposed to call me that sunday night long ago and he blew me off and was annoyed that i was at his bar because he either thought i was there to see him and wanted to make it obvious he didn't want to see me or because he thought i wouldn't go back there anymore. irritating any way. i hope that he doesn't think that i blew him off (which i'm thinking might be the case) because i totally thought he was going to call me and when he didn't call i figured he wasn't interested although that really probably doesn't make sense since he was the one that pursued the idea of seeing each other again but really he could have called me since he said "call me sunday, or i'll call you." whatever. anyway, i just hate that someone would think that i'm a bitch when i really don't mean to be one. but as beck pointed out, he's a bartender in saratoga with two kids who works every night, would i really want to pursue a relationship with him? and i guess the answer is no. but, he was really hot and the accent killed me, and he did seem nice so i'd hate for him to think that i'm a bitch who blows people off.

anyway. so after we left the parting glass (and on the way out a waitress was hanging on keith and giving me a dirty look - whatever... i'm not a bitch! i'm really a nice well-meaning girl!) we left saratoga but on the way out got into an accident. i was driving down broadway slowing down for a stoplight and some guy in an audi was pulling out of a spot on the side of the road and just pulled out right in front of me and i hit him. then the jerkoff got out of his car and was like, my bumper's hanging off and i was like, yeah, that's cause you pulled out in front of me. what a jerk. so then he wanted to exchange insurance info but didn't want to file a police report which pissed me off because i could tell that he wanted to make it into my fault. so a cop happened to drive by and she said that if the accident was under $1000 worth of damage you don't have to report it. which i knew, but i also knew that this guy knew it was his fault but was trying to twist it into it somehow being mine. he kept saying "new york's a no-fault state" and when i explained to him that that pertains to injuries he didn't believe me (even after i told him that i work for an insurance company as a claims adjuster). he was such an ass. so then he said to the cop, "blah blah blah new york's a no-fault state" and she explained to him that in this case it was his fault because he pulled out into traffic and that shut him up. anyway. i just can't believe that two weeks into my job as a claims adjuster for an auto insurance company that i got into a car accident. yeah. so there was no real damage to my car so i'm not putting in a claim. just some more scratches (dammit!) and my hub cap is all black from his tires. what a jerk. he kept treating me like i couldn't possibly have any idea what i was talking about. it rocked when that cop totally backed me up. she ruled.

soyeah. then to top it all off i got home hella early for a saturday night (midnight) and then saturday night live was a repeat (that i'd actually seen even). butyeah. i told beck that since last weekend sucked and this weekend sucked (well, 'cept for seeing LOTR - which ruled by the way) if next weekend sucks as well, i'm just giving up.

so i was gifted today. i enjoy getting gifts, but i always feel bad when i have inferior items to give the giver. ah well. poorass christmas this year. anyway. so one of my gifts was this journal called everything i say is fascinating. which is true. hence the blog. anyway. :) it's got cute quotes in it, so i'm thinking the quotes are going up in the upper left corner of your screen in the randomness section for a while :)

so i had to make cookies last night to bring into work today. i made peanut blossoms (those rocking little peanut butter cookies with hershey kisses in the middle) and they turned out awesome!! They're so good. I rule. I used the hershey kisses with the almonds in them. I hope there are some left at the end of the day so i can take some hom, but i kinda doubt there will be (dammit). anyway, so yeah, i'm an oustanding baker :) (and i'm really modest).

soyeah. then when i got in here our computer system kept going down. so i got to waste an hour and a half chatting while we waited for it to get fixed. rock :) yeah... and now it's up and i'm still wasting time... i just have so little actual work that i really have to stretch it out to look busy... beh. i hope the day goes quickly...

i'm going to see Lord of the Rings tonight with Beck and Alex. I told Beck to tell her brother to come early, and I hope he does, because I don't want to wait in line alone. It's kinda a dorky movie to see, and i don't want to be standing there alone... also, if i get seats alone, i don't know how i'd be able to save the seats and at the same time somehow get their tickets to them... so far it doesn't look like the shows are selling out, but i guess it's still too early to tell. maybe the 630 show that we're going to won't sell out because it's so early... anyway, i can't wait! :)

so yesterday i went Christmas shopping and I've got pretty much everyone done. I still have to buy something for my dad and my stepfather though. men are hard to buy for. I may have a few ideas though...

I used my $15 dollar gift certificate to Best Buy that I got at the office Christmas party to get a little pair of speakers that I can plug into my MiniDisc player (well, I used $11 dollars of it) so I can listen to my music at work. Rock. I'm so happy that I can sit here and listen to good music. I've got HOTD playing now (but that's not a surprise to anyone, is it?). They rock.

I'm so bored at work today. Everyone in my department is apparently really swamped, but I've got nothing to do. This is because I'm the new girl and they're only throwing the simple claims at me right now. And, since they have no time to teach me what I need to know to start handling the more difficult claims, I'm not sure when this boredom will end... My supervisor is going to be out next Thurs and Fri, and I'm thinking those are going to be really boring days for me. I'm probably just going to sit here. Ugh. But, I know that this lack of crap to do isn't going to last very long, and I'm going to be overwhelmed soon, so I guess I should just enjoy it while it lasts.

beh. bored. i took an online typing test at typingtest.com and my best time so far is 68 wpm with 98% accuracy. rock. I'm going to try some more and up my score... wow, i'm hella bored. but at least all of management just went out to lunch so i can sit here and do nothing and goof off and not feel so bad...

i got a treat today at work! a vendor sent insulated lunch bags with a pen (a nice one with a cushy grip) a notepad (sticky notes) and a bag of lindt dark chocolates inside for everyone in the claims department. yay! very exciting. Right around Christmas time is a great time to start a new job! :)

just so everyone knows, it's Lord of the Rings day! Yay! :) I just finished the first book last night, and now i get to start on the second. I wanted to finish it before I go see the movie on Friday, but I don't think that's going to happen... ah well. i can't wait to see the movie friday :)

so i haven't finished my shopping or sent a single Christmas card and the big day's only a week away. I suck. I'm going shopping tonight, and hopefully I'll get a lot done. Beh. I wonder if it's just too late to send out cards. If I get them tonight... beh. not worth it. I'll have no time to write them out... they won't get written out till like saturday or something and then won't go in the mail till monday... i dunno. perhaps i'll still do them..

so i'm at work and my bosses are all in a meeting and i've really got no work to do right now, so i'll just sit here and goof off and post to the blog. i'm wrestling with a decision: my mom and stepfather are going to be in pottsville with the family from the Christmas eve until that friday (the 28th). i don't have any time off, 'cause i just started this job (I work a half day Christmas eve, and then have Christmas day off of course, but i have to be back at work that thursday and friday). anyway. so i wouldn't be able to travel down to pottsville until that saturday morning, and then i'd have to leave early afternoon sunday to get back here and get rested for work monday. mom said that she might be able to change her plans and stay that weekend. but i'm not sure... it's just a lot of travelling to do in one weekend. it takes 5.5 hours to get down there. i'd love to see my family (and especially my mom) for Christmas, but i don't have any money this month and all that travelling... ugh. but i'll feel like a giant turd if i don't go see my mom around Christmas. ugh. holidays suck.

so i can't believe how tired working makes me. i suck. 8 hour days completely wipe me out. as i'm typing this, all i can think is "oh my god it's 1030, i should really go to bed" and i'm actually tired... wow. i'm such an old woman.

so i went to the advent penance service today. my soul is now free and clear of sin. so if i die now, it'll be in a state of grace. but really, that's probably not going to last too long. if i wasn't such a wimp and didn't want to have to sit there and list to the priest my sins in the little confessional room i'd go to confession once a week. but i mean, come on. at my church he sits there and sees you before/after you confess but during it he sits behind a screen. he knows who he's talking to. i can't imagine sitting there and being like, "bless me father, for i have sinned..." and then telling him everything i've done. of course, what that really means is that i should abstain from my evil ways, then i wouldn't have to worry about it. but... yeah, Father addressed the sin of sloth at the service. Sloth is when you know that you're doing something bad, but you don't change your ways. So that's what I am. A sloth.

beh. own it.

so i went to my office's christmas party tonight. kinda felt weird going having only been working there for four days. but oh well. dinner wasn't served until after 8, which was a little irritating. i had the pasta mediteranian, which was pretty good (although it doesn't touch the amaretto penne from carmine's) and i was happy with my choice because the chicken dish looked bland and the prime rib just looked huge and scary. yeah. so. they gave everybody a $15 gift card to best buy, and then at the end of the night they drew names from a hat to give away $10 in movie cash. I was one of the winners (rock). so i came out $25 ahead for the night. i'm glad i went. even though i was the only person who came alone. but oh well. i'm single and fabulous and if anyone has an issue they can eat it.

yeah. so i'm hella tired now. I'm such an old woman. I'm gonna go to bed... tomorrow is casual day because it's friday and we get to wear jeans to work, which really excites me. wee! it doesn't take much...

so the job seems to be going well. I handled my first claims yesterday. I'm not sure I knew exactly what I was doing, I had to ask my supervisor for a lot of help (which annoyed me because I hate asking for help... but oh well). I hope they don't "set me free" too soon. Ugh. I had to call some people... I've only been doing the first part where you gather the preliminary information and enter it into the system. I haven't done any sort of investigation at all yet. I hope that instead of just giving me some more really easy claims (like cracked windshields) again today they'll do some actual training with me. I guess they said that they ordered training books for me, but they haven't come in yet. great. anyway... I can't believe how tired an 8 hour day makes me... I was so used to working those nice, short 4 hour shifts at the doctors office... dammit, the real world sucks. beh.

so the first day of work was pretty much how I expected it to be. The horoscope below rang pretty true it was just a passing moment. Everything seemed a little overwhelming and confusing, but I didn't let it bother me too much because I figured that it'll just all come in time. It seems like a job that you really have to just learn by doing. Soyeah. Everyone seemed nice... I got there at the same time as the branch manager (Andy) and so he let me in and showed me my cube. I've got a new computer that's really cute... it's black and silver (only a 17 inch monitor though)... a compaq with a 1.7 ghz processor (soyeah, it's 3 times faster than my little computer here at home...). It's the newest computer in the office and the only sleek black and silver one and I'm just so happy to not have a beige box like everyone else. soyeah. tomorrow promises to be pretty much the same as today, but they mentioned something about me making some phone calls to people which i'm not too excited about doing already... I really don't know the policy any better than they do just yet, so I'm not going to be any good at fielding questions... yeah... anyway... we'll see.... I've been invited to the company christmas party at the century house on thursday night. i told them i was going, then had to tell them that no, i wouldn't be bringing a date. single is fabulous, but i'm going to need to line up some guy friend that i can get to go to functions with me in a pinch...

so i can't believe how tired I am... i did aerobics today after i pigged out and felt hella guilty.. no more pigging out. more aerobics...

so i found this awesome framed four leaf clover at redenvelope.com. I'm just fascinated with it. I think I need it. If I had $28 to spend on myself I'd have it right now (or as soon as it could get shipped...). But I don't have $28 to spend on myself. I don't even have $8 to spend on myself. I'm ass, ass poor. Can't wait till I get paid, but most likely that won't be until the end of this month (30th) because I just don't think payroll will be able to get everything ready in time for me to get paid the 15th... suckage. I'm so poor.

so tomorrow's my first day at my new job with the insurance company. I'm a bit nervous. Well, I'm not sure how nervous I really am. I don't feel like I'm going to throw up every time I think about it, and I don't think I'll have much trouble getting to bed. But I keep saying that I'm nervous. I think I'll really be nervous the most when I get there tomorrow. I'm not sure where to go. It's a very small office (so they tell me anyway, I've never gotten a tour or anything), but I don't know the code to get past the reception area. I hope my supervisor will be there to meet me. Or at least I hope the receptionist is there when I get there to tell me where to go. Ick. That's the only part that I anticipate sucking. Yeahso. I'll most likely just do the first day stuff tomorrow: filling out paperwork, getting the tour, etc. They know that I have absolutely no experience in the field whatsoever, so I don't think they'll be expecting much. I'm excited for my own desk :) Yeah... I better get to bed. Frankly, the thing that makes me the most nervous right now is if I'll get up on time tomorrow and if I've got it figured out right timewise (how long it'll take me to get ready, get out the door, and get there). beh. so wish me luck!

I just checked out my horoscope for tomorrow at ivillage and this really seems to apply for a first day at a new job... weird... :

Different ideas may confuse you initially, but once you take the time to hear them out, they may grow on you, Cancer. You don't have to be totally right, just don't be too wrong. This is a place-holding day, a passing moment on your way to greater, more noteworthy things. Go through the motions and blend into the woodwork. You may be able to rely on your friends and coworkers to get you through the rough spots. Know when to ask for help and when to work it out on your own.

I'll take that to mean that it'll be like pretty much every first day at a new job: not too great, but not awful either. I like the "This is a place-holding day" line... that seems like it'll ring pretty true...

Yeahso... sleep now for good day tomorrow.

Friday was my last day of work at the doctors office. I was very sad to leave, because Jeff and Bill were the best bosses ever. They took me out to Carmine's which was excellent. I had the Amaretto Penne, which consisted of grilled chicken, shrimp, and penne in an amaretto cream sauce that was sweet and excellent. I really enjoyed every bite. At the end of the meal they presented me with a thank you card (with a humorous note) and a $50 gift certificate to Crossgates with instructions to buy more shoes. I gladly followed those instructions later in the day when Michelle and I went to the mall. We hunted all over the mall for a pair of tall brown boots that didn't look cowgirlish and that had a notsohigh heel because I'm tall enough already, thank you. We were about to leave when I decided to try and look in Lord and Taylor even though I rarely shop in there. We went in, and I immediately found boots I loved. They were exactly what I was looking for (well, except that the heel is pretty tall, but dammit, I guess I'll just have to own it that I'm taller than the general population) and they were on sale for $55. The saleslady was very weird. She seemed like a character straight out of SNL. She talked very oddly, kind of slow and very dorkish (I think she snorted when she laughed) and she could only handle one thing at a time. And she kept making mistakes and she was extremely slow. But, when I went up to pay for the boots and I showed her a tiny scuff near the bottom of the boot (which, honestly, you'll never see, and it's not like I'm not going to scuff them up) she took 10% off of the boots which meant that after I applied my gift certificate from the doctors I only had to pay $1.47. I was very excited about my $1.47 boots and I got to wear them out Friday night (see post below for details of Friday night activities). I'm thankful that Michelle came along, because she told me to show the saleslady the scuff and that I'd probably get $ off of the boots. Yay! Anyway. Still excited about the boots. In fact, as I recall, they were in my dream last night (which was an odd one... something about dimensional traveling using a remote control... i dunno), I think I was wearing them with a skirt (a plaid wool skirt, now that I think about it. Dammit. I wish I really did have that skirt from my dream. It ruled).

so Friday night I went to McGeary's with Dodi, her friend Dallas, Eric, and Ryan. Hair of the Dog was playing, and I was very excited to go. I decided to handle my extremely tight financial situation in this manner: I'd pre-party at my place with the alcohol I already have here, pay the $5 cover to get in, and hope that if I needed a drink, someone would buy one for me. It worked out well: Dodi bought me my first Guinness, Eric bought me another one later, and Dodi and Dallas each contributed some of theirs to fill my glass (plastic cup) again later on. Actually, I was pretty ok (read: hella drunk) after the first Guinness because the prepartying at my house consisted of two (double) shots of tequilla, but the drinks kept getting handed to me, so what was a girl to do?

Anyway. The crowd that night wasn't that big and most of them didn't seem to be familiar with HOTD, so that was annoying. As a result, they played mostly songs that everyone would know (Brown-Eyed Girl, Out My Back Door, Mrs. Robinson, etc) and didn't play a lot of traditional Irish music. And their songs that you're supposed to interact with (Tim Finnigan's Wake) didn't really go over well because the only people who knew them and knew what to do were like me and I think five other people. In fact, during Tim Finnigan's Wake, when everyone was supposed to yell "Lunch!" only a few of us yelled and the singer actually said, "That sucked." At the end of their set, I was a little afraid that everyone wouldn't cheer enough to get them to play their encore. But they did. They played the shortest version of I Used to Work in Chicago that I've ever heard, which was a little disappointing because that song's great. But then they ended with The Parting Glass, which they hadn't been doing at the last few shows I've attended, so I was happy to hear it :)

There was some sort of Christmas party there before HOTD started their set, and the women who were attending were very drunk and dancing during the show. This provided a sort of horrific entertainment because they were all pretty much not attractive and they were bad dancers. There was this one woman who wore a white fleece hat, scarf, and gloves the whole time. It was so freaking hot in there, I just wanted to go over and rip them off of her. We speculated on them being lesbians because of the glaring lack of males, and Eric said later that he saw really ugly woman kiss hat and gloves on the hand (through the gloves. odd).

anyway, so it was a good night. I had fun, enjoyed the band, and spent very little money.

I love TNT on the weekends. They play all of these great eighties movies that I loved and I'd forgotten about. And I'd never think to rent them. A couple of weekends ago I watched When Harry Met Sally and then Cocktail. Today it's Sixteen Candles and Rain Man...

so last night i headed up to the parents house because i'm ass poor and there's nothing here for me to eat. i had free tacos, and that was good. then wam and i went shopping because she needed soemthing to wear to dad's Christmas party on friday. when we were at boscovs we saw Christmas trees and i mentioned that i couldn't afford one. so wam bought me one (but i made her go to kmart, because the smallest one at boscovs was $50). i got a cute little ghettocharliebrown christmas tree for $17 and some funky polka dot bows and a matching tree skirt. wam even bought me lights, some funky disco garland, and some ornaments. i was so excited to set it up when i got home. go here to see the pics. I love my little funky ghettocharliebrown christmas tree!

So I've decided that I really like Hyundai Tiburons. I especially love the one in this pic:

Isn't it just adorable? Yeah. I think I've outgrown my love for Saturns because now they kind of look like toys to me. But that Tiburon just kicks my ass. So that's what I want next... 'course, I'll probably have to buy a used one, but that's ok... yeah. I wish I didn't like that car so much. Now when I look at mine I get all irritated...

so, i can't believe this show. It's called the Sunday Night Sex Show. It's hosted by some Canadian grandma named Sue Johanson who answers questions from callers about anything related to sex. And it's just so odd to watch. People call in asking about... everything, and little grandma there just talks away. She's got a red and a blue model (like the ones artists use to draw people) behind her that she uses to demonstrate different positions, and she's got a "pleasure chest" that she pulls out and reviews different sex toys. And when she's explaining things to people, she likes to use a lot of hand motions. It's just so disturbing. She often tells people to go down to their local sex shop to purchase different items. Like for the one caller that Sue told the woman to go down to her local sex shop and buy a small butt plug called the "wild thing." Disturbing. She knew a specific name for one. Canadians are kind of weird. They talk about sex etc and then end the call with, "Ok, thanks, good enough!" like they were just buying tires or something. One guy called in, and he was just a complete asshole. He said that he and his girlfriend had anal sex two days ago and that since then she'd been bleeding. He didn't seem to be concerened that she'd been bleeding for two days, he just wanted to know when they were going to be able to do it again. Sue told him that he needed to take his girlfriend to the "emerge" (which is apparently what they call the ER in Canada). What an ass though. I think Sue should have told him to put his girlfriend on the phone so that she could tell her to dump his ass and go to the emerge herself. Anyway. I just couldn't believe this show existed. Beck told me about it before, but I wasn't quite prepared to watch this sweet little old lady demonstrate how to use sex toys, etc. The show is like a car wreck: horrifyingly fascinating.

so i really enjoyed this blog. you have to scroll down and see her spider cartoon. hilarious. she also provided a link to victorian spider identification charts which of course i felt the compulsion to follow and then scream silently as the spiders flashed by on the screen. really, it was the scariest thing I've ever seen.

So GNR was awesome :)

We got to the concert by 8:00, and CKY was just finishing up their set. I only heard 2 of their songs, and I couldn't tell you which ones, but they were pretty good. Then the lights came on and they set the stage up for the next warmup act, mixmaster mike. what an odd act to have at a GNR show. They played this like 5 minute video before he started that was like an infomercial for Mixmaster Mike... it was like they had to play something to let us know who he was so we could get excited about it... He was a DJ who was apparently really good at doing his DJ-spinny-scratchy thing. He played a lot of songs that white people would know (because that was the makeup of the entire crowd) but it kept getting annoying because of course he wouldn't just let a song play the whole way through, and some of the songs were pretty good... every time he played a song that beck, alex, or i knew, he changed it like right away or right before it got to the really good part. The guy was pretty good, but it was just the wrong venue. The arena wasn't crowded enough for everyone to be dancing and partying to his music... if he were in a club or at a party, he'd rule. but in an arena, it kinda sucked.

Soyeah. When Mixmaster Mike was done, the lights came on again (this was about 9:30) while they set up for GNR. Then they announced, "come on ladies, get them out, you know what we want" and started focusing the camera on some of the girls in the audience. if a girl flashed the camera, she got cheered. if not, she got booed. this was kind of entertaining for about 15 minutes, but then they couldn't get any more new girls to flash the camera, so they kept going back to the same girls over and over. it was odd. a girl would realize that she was on camera, and then just either (1) wip up her shirt and stand there proudly as she jiggled her boobs around with her tongue out, (2) smile and wave and laugh hysterically with her friends, but not flash the camera, or (3) look really hella pissed off and give the camera the finger (after which she'd get booed). Beck said that if they put that camera on her, she'd definately give it the finger. I decided that I wouldn't flash it, but I probably wouldn't give it the finger either. soyeah. unfortunately this girl flashes camera thing went on for like 45 minutes and got pretty boring.

around 1030 beck's phone rang and it was some people that she knew from work who were also at the concert and who'd come over to see her earlier. they said that they heard that GNR wasn't there and so they were leaving and getting a full refund of their tickets. So beck told us that and I was like, that sounds like a rumor, and we sat there for another minute and all of a sudden GNR came on. Alex and I told beck that she had to call her work friends back and tell them, and she did, but they were like, yeah, oh well. Beck said later that that guy kind of has a defeatest attitude all the time. i'd be hella pissed if i left and then found out they were there.. ah well. anyway.
the show was great. they played like every old song that i wanted to hear, and they only played a few new songs (which were pretty good). there were some awesome pyrotechnics: flames shooting up from the stage and sparks... During November Rain, at the end when it starts up again, sparks showered down like a sheet of rain... it was awesome :) And during the encore, when they played Paradise City, there were these huge pinwheels of sparks in the background, and they shot tons of confetti into the crowd. Axl sounded great, and the new band sounded pretty much just like the old band. The new band was huge: 3 or 4 guitarists (can't remember now), 2 keyboardists, a drummer, and Axl. We were very happy that this new band didn't try and change any of the old songs, they played them just the way you wanted to hear them without really adding any of their own flavor to it or otherwise making it their own. Soyeah, it rocked. Very cool show.

the only really odd thing about the night was some of the people around us. There were two guys both wearing jeans, fleece sweatshirts, and shaved heads sitting in front of Beck and Alex who sat pretty much perfectly still the entire show and looked straight ahead. Even during GNR! I mean, why did they come to the show? were they enjoying it at all? freaking weird. they looked like cult members or something the way they were sitting there, looking alike, and looking like they weren't even hearing the music. The couple in front of me smoked pot the entire time. Every time I looked down at them they were either lighting up another joint or making out. When GNR started they both got up and were dancing around at their seats (i think they were even dancing when there was no music). The guy kept yelling annoying things like, "Freebird!" or "Skynard!" which made me want to punch him. His voice was really annoying too, he sounded like a 12-year-old boy. On my left, at the end of our row sat 2 angry-looking-dyke-women. they got hella annoyed every time we had to get by them. i apologized to them every time i went by them, and one of them kept smiling at me, and i think that's because when i went by them i'd face them and i was wearing a very low cut shirt (hey, i figured if i had to keep making them get up, i'd give 'em something to look at). anyway. to beck's right sat a couple on the end of the row who kind of looked pissed off the entire time, and two older (30sish) guys who just sat the entire concert not really getting into the music either. who are these people that go to concerts to just sit still and look like they're not having fun? anyway. yeah. I had a good time :)

So, Happy Thanksgiving everybody! I'm heading up to my parents house today, and I think I'm going to spend the entire day with the family for a change. When I was little, I always had to go to my mom's in the afternoon, and when I was older I had to go to Tim's house to eat with his family. So today's like the first Thanksgiving (other then the time we were in Disney World for Thanksgiving- which rocked) that I'll be able to spend the entire day with my family. We're going to eat earlyish and then go to see Harry Potter, and then come back and eat some more :) I'm in charge of making the rolls this year (I'm kind of a guest now, so I figured that I should bring something) because mom always burns them every year. So here's hoping I don't burn the rolls, 'cause I completely made fun of her every year that she did. Soyeah, now I've got to go to the store and pick up roll mix (because I'm a dumbass and didn't do it before) and the store's going to be hella hella crowded, so this should be fun... then it's home to watch the parade, make rolls and head down to the fam. Soyeah, I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving!

Yay! Today is guns 'n roses day! I've been so excited about going to this concert for months! Yay! i've been checking out the setlists at some unofficial site and it looks like they'll start with Welcome to the Jungle and that they'll most likely play pretty much all of my favorites. yes! yes! excellent! (said with clenched teeth while pumping arm). butyeah. cool. :)

soyeah. plan for the day: sit here at work, bored off my ass until around noon, when i'll go run some errands for jeff. i have to drop a letter and some books off at a judge's chamber at albany family court. i know i'll probably only see a secretary, but how do you address a judge? i mean, what if he's just there and i have to hand it over to him. do i call him Your Honor? i guess so... couldn't hurt. yeah. so i figure that since i'll be downtown anyway i'll swing by the pepsi arena and see if i can pick up the tickets at the will call window then. i don't know how early you can pick them up, but it'd be nice if i could get them early instead of having to go later and wait in line for them. yeah. then hopefully my sister will be able to meet me and go to the mall with me to exchange my blue bra for a black one (important mission). then i'll probably go home and clean up a little (cat litter. ew.) and forage around for some food (really, I actually don't know if i have anything in my house to eat.) and then call beck incessently asking when we're going. then concert. yay!

Oh! So, I'm trying to work a new word into my vocabulary: grim. See, I've always been unhappy with the amount of times I say "suck" because it's just so unoriginal. I'm always like, oh, that sucks. blah. so last night Dodi and I were watching that 70s show and on one of the repeat ones Donna uses that word. It's after her first day of Catholic school and she's sitting there in her uniform talking to her friends in the basement and Eric asks her how her first day of school was and she says: "Grim. A nun spanked me with a ruler." I was quite impressed with the usage of the word grim. So Dodi and I decided that we'd totally have to start using that word. soyeah. i'm tired, and that's grim. (see how easy it is? you try it)

today in a nutshell:
230am: receive call from keith. who calls at this hour? don't pick it up because of the ungodly hour. he must have been drunk. left a message saying that he "wanted to see how [my] night went" and that he'd call me later in the week. weird. 9am - 915am: do some actual work at my job at the doctor's office 915am - 1pm: sit around bored off my ass at my job at the doctor's office. listen to the movie harry potter and the sorcerer's stone playing on the laptop that some smart parent brought along for their kids to watch in the waiting room. hum the theme song and wish that i could just join the children in the waiting room because i'm not doing any work anyway. play on the internet. make copious copies because the copy machine is in the waiting room and at least then i can slyly watch the movie. finally go home. 1pm - 130pm: have lunch (marinated portabella mushroom cap on salad) and make plans to walk with michelle. decide to take a nap. 130pm - 205pm: nap. wonderful. sleep later than planned though. 205pm - 225pm: try and get myself out of the house but end up writing an email to Dodi and then putzing around until i realize that I'm to meet michelle in five minutes. 225pm - 240pm: fly down northway to meet michelle. am a horrible friend because i'm always late. 240pm - 330pm: walk with michelle. we go the less muddy way, but it ends up being shorter than the usual route. decide to go to starbucks. 330pm - 440 pm: travel to and arrive at starbucks. have a tall caramel machiatto. is not as carmally as expected. call home to find out what's for dinner and "make reservations" 440pm - 640pm: have dinner with the fam. cheesy corn chowder (very good). listen to little brothers play on the piano, watch them play video games, promise to watch star wars episode II in its entirety with the littlest guy on thanksgiving day. "help" dad play you don't know jack on the computer. 640pm - 9pm: go to target with dodi. return to her place and watch 3 episodes of that 70s show. love the hyde/jackie storyline because can't help but think hyde's cute. am annoyed that eric proposed to donna because they're only in high school and will end up divorced. 9pm - 930pm: travel home. call my sister a few times to bug her. decide to exchange blue bra bought the other day for a black one. listen to guns 'n roses. get excited that will see them tomorrow, and then sad that there's no one to call and share my excitement with because beck was not at home. 930pm - 10pm: check email and update blog. decide to read and go to bed early. tomorrow will be a long day. also decide that this is a boring post and that i should apologize to everyone who wasted their time reading it. sorry.

so the general consensus seems to have been for me to call him (my mom even emailed me and said that my dad said i should call him... i guess they do read my page). soyeah. i did call him today. he seemed pretty receptive to talking to me. I think he wanted to do something tonight, but Dodi's boyfriend broke up with her and I wanted to take her out so that she wouldn't be sitting home and sad. I said that we might go up to Saratoga and he said that if we went up there I should call him and he'd come meet us out. Then he asked what I was doing this weekend and I said that I'd probably be going up to the parting glass friday night because hair of the dog is playing. so he said he'd look for me. yeah. we talked for a little while (but it was a little hard to understand him because he'd just woken up from a nap and he was mumbling with the accent and all). then beck arrived so i said i had to run. so beck and i took dodi out. we ended up just pretty much going to friday's. then we drove around looking for somewhere else to go, but it was monday night and pretty much everything was dead. soyeah. this week will be cool. tomorrow: well, pretty much nothing. decent tv though (that 70s show). wednesday: guns 'n roses concert (awesome) thursday: thanksgiving (yumm). friday: parting glass, hair of the dog (awesome). saturday: ghettocharliebrownthanksgiving party at my house (menu: toast, popcorn, ramen, other ghettopoorkidfoods). Soyeah. cool.

so i've been sitting here thinking about whether or not i should call keith (see post below) today as he asked me to (he said, "call me on sunday, even if you have to work") and now i have to share my horoscope and i'm going to need some feedback here, so if anyone reads the page today or tomorrow (cause i'm thinking i might wait until tomorrow to call) they have an obligation to leave a comment or else all of those bad things that chain emails say will happen to you if you don't send them on will happen to you. here's my "extended horoscope" from ivillage.com:
Quiet, giving Cancers get another splashy day or in the sun, and you could really use it! Find the time to relax and take care of yourself. Later in the day, love makes you wild and selfish, and everyone stands up and applauds the change. You deserve any good thing that you can create for yourself. Tonight, don't rely on other people to make plans. Take the initiative and revel in the glow of being in command. No one says no to your confident demeanor.
seenow, i'm thinking that the take the initiative part means i should call. Then i read my "singles love" horoscope (also at ivillage):
You'll get what you want. The stars give you the wink. All the elements for a hot romantic time are firmly in place. You feel strong but tender, alive and immortal in this fleeting moment. Speak now or spend your life wishing you had.
seenow, the "speak now" part seems to be pretty much just putting it out there: i should call him. i dunno though. oknow, comment away please.

so friday night i was supposed to go out with dodi and one of her friends in albany. now, i live in albany, but i really don't enjoy going out here. there are a few bars i don't mind, but i'm just not into clubs all that much. dancing really doesn't thrill me and there are always a bunch of college kids running around... but i figured that going out is going out and it's better than staying in so i wasn't going to complain. when dodi got a hold of me later though, she said that since the weather was so bad (it was raining and supposed to turn to snow) she didn't feel like going out and would rather just stay in and watch a movie and get drunk. I was a little disappointed, but i figured that doing that was better than nothing, so i headed up to clifton park. i figured that maybe i could convince dodi to go to the parting glass because it's my favorite bar and it's up in Saratoga (i just love it up there) and i'd been in the mood to go up there all week.
so i got to Dodi's house and we sat around for a while and her cousin Chris called and said that he was on his way over and then I proposed going up to the Parting Glass. Dodi was receptive to the idea (it seems that there was more than just the weather that prevented her from wanting to go to Albany) and when her cousin arrived we headed on up.
when we arrived the front of the pub seemed pretty busy, so we decided to go back to the dart room where there was another bar. we passed through the performance area where a rather shitty band was playing (the "adirondak rednecks") and went into the dart room... which was almost completely empty. There were two younger guys playing darts and one guy sitting at the bar talking to the bartender and a waiter. the three of us sat down at the bar and decided that it seemed weird to sit in here when it was nearly empty, so we'd order our drinks and then go into the pub part of the bar. but then Dodi and I got a look at the bartender who was incredibly good looking, spoke with an irish accent, and was spinning bottles in a "Cocktail" way at the other end of the bar and decided that a hot bartender was enough incentive to stay in that room.
we ordered our drinks (a guinness for me, a captain and coke for Dodi and a for Chris) and we started talking and covertly staring at the bartender. There was a glass full of stirrers in front of me, so I showed Dodi and Chris the trick you do with them that's supposed to tell you if you're going to get laid that night. You take the stirer in one hand between your thumb and your middle finger and you try and bend it directly in half just using those two fingers. if you get it directly in half that means your getting laid that night. well, they were not sucessful at first and so we kept trying it and before long there was a pile of creased red stirrers in front of us. The bartender (whose name was Keith) came over and asked us what we were doing. Dodi explained the game and he tried it - and got it right in half the first time. we said he had to do it again, so he did - and got it right in half again. he got it like six times in a row. the waiter that he'd been talking to earlier, Law, came over and asked what we were doing. then he showed us a trick where you have a glass, a cherry, and an upside down brandy glass and you have to get the cherry inside the glass using the brandy glass but not turning it rightside up at all. we couldn't figure out how to do it, and when he showed us how, we were all very impressed (i'm not going to tell how to do it, because it's a neat trick and you'd want to be surprised when you're shown how). we then sat there with Keith and Law and did a bunch of bartricks (can't really remember most of them anymore).
Dodi had her phone out and she was playing with it, then she put in on the bar. Keith picked it up and started playing with it and Dodi said, you can put your number in if you want to. he did, then he looked at me and asked me for my phone. He put his number in mine as well and handed it back to me. Chris said that it probably wasn't his number, that he probably put different numbers in our phones. Dodi and I then compared numbers and concluded that it's probably his real number because he put the same number in both.
it was very dead in the bar, and Keith showed us how he could flip "bar mats" (which is what he called coasters) and bottles. then he said that when he was bored he made up shots. he started preparing a shot that used a lot of green alcohol, some coconut-tasting alcohol, some milk, and some pineapple juice. then he put out four glasses and poured us each some of his shot, which he called a "little green monster." he did the shot with us (which was very good) and let us have it on the house.
then it was last call, and he asked if i wanted another guinness (i'd just finished my third... or was it fourth?) and i said no, that's ok, but then Chris said, "no, she wants another one" and I said, "I do, I just don't want to pay for it" and Keith said, "I've got it" and poured me another one. The bar started to clear out, and Keith and Law finished closing up and came to the other side of the bar to sit with us and have a drink and tell jokes (most of which i can't remember. i was pretty drunk by then. Keith told one about a "little green man" which involved him saying "little green" in his irish accent about a million times and I can't remember at all what the punchline was, but I really enjoyed listening to him speak). Keith sat next to me and before I knew it he had his hand on my leg. i responded in kind, and when Dodi and Chris said that they were hungry and wanted to go to Denny's he came with us. it's ridiculous how not perceptive i am about this type of thing. i never know when a guy is interested until it's extremely obvious. i had no idea most of the night and when i told Dodi this the next day she said that it had been obvious.
anyway. i won't go into detail because i think my parents look at my page every once in a while but i had a very good night with the hot irish bartender. he told me that he has every sunday and monday off and that i should call him. he told me a bunch of times that i should call him, but i'm not sure that i will. i mean, i don't really know if he meant it (but he did ask me to an awful lot, and i do have his number) and, what would i say? hi keith, it's ali, the girl from friday night... hmm. i dunno. and he's divorced with two boys under the age of five. but he is really hot. and the accent just kills me. and we did have a really good time... we'll see...

so this guy called here (at work) earlier. he's a nys trooper candidate and he's having an issue. (one of my doctors is the one that coordinates all of the psych evals for trooper candidates etc). this guy could barely spit it out though. his issue was that the place where he was trying to get records released from lost his release form. he needed the fax number here. he also needed another copy of the release form. unfortunately, what he said (the first time he called) was "beh blah bep biddle boo" or some other nonsense. he said things out of order and stuttered his way through his problem. but he didn't tell me the whole thing. just that the place lost his forms and that he needed our fax number. not that he needed more forms. and then when he ended the conversation he couldn't figure out what to say. finally he just said "thank you." then an hour later he called back with the same issue. this time he was trying to say that he needed the forms. so he's going to show up here in a few minutes. this'll be interesting. i'm going to need to have him fill out a few lines on a couple forms, and i'm sure this'll confuse him. God, what if this guy becomes a trooper? Could you imagine getting pulled over by an idiot like that? he'd come up to your window and stumble around trying to ask for your license/registration... people would just drive away on him.

so you know what sucks the most about my computer here at work? the resolution is so bad, that it makes playing solitaire impossible. i can't even play solitaire. suck.

I'm so bored. I want to die. I got here this morning and I thought maybe it'd be a busy day. The people who were scheduled for testing were already waiting downstairs, so I knew I'd have to get their test forms setup right away and get them started. And there seemed to be a ton of stuff in my "to do by the end of the day" box from Jeff. But after I got the people started on their test and got into my box, I realized that there wasn't much there. All of the work that was left for me took a grand total of 20 minutes. Now I'm left to sit here alone for the rest of the day. Both Jeff and Bill are out of the office. This is a good thing usually. I can usually run around and play my music and goof off and dance (I know, I'm weird) but since there are people in the waiting room taking tests all I can do is sit here in my tiny closetoffice and putz around on the computer. Hopefully they'll leave soon. soyeah. bored. slightly sleepy. starving. am going to make great cookies after work today to take along to beck's house. she's making dinner again: homemade mac & cheese. mmm... i wish i had homemade mac&cheese right now. this room is so cold. there's no heater in here. suck. what an awful, boring, rambling post. better just stop now.

so i just read this article on how to save money. what happens when you already do most of those things and you still suck at the money saving thing? i suck. ok. well. i don't really do most of those things, but i do some of them... maybe i should try implementing all of them... yeah, i'll try, but i suck. you know, the hardest thing to do out of all of her tips in the article will be to throw out the Victoria's Secret catalog... but, you know, throwing it out wouldn't really do much good, because there'd be a replacement the next day. it's ridiculous how many Vicki's catalogs I get a week.

so after weeks of dragging our feet, we finally have tickets to see guns and roses. they will be playing at the pepsi arena a week from today. i'm hella excited. and it was just so lucky that i looked yesterday to see if there were still tickets available, because i randomly stumbled across a two for one deal. how awesome is that? so not only do we get to go, but it will cost half of what we would have paid. rock. soyeah. beck, alex, one of his friends named dave (who beck calls homiedave) and i will be going next week. yay! i've bugged beck so much about it that i can't talk about it anymore though. but i'm really excited. i even had a dream about it last night. i'm like at that point where i alternate between, yay! it's only a week away and, ohmygod i can't believe it's a whole week away! so what rocks is, it's the day before thanksgiving, so no worrying about work the next day. rock.

so no more school for me. can't do it. the school sucks. it's not what i want to be doing. and i've got a job that i start in a few weeks. so screw it all. i feel like a loser for not going though. i'm a dropout. i've never been a dropout before. beck says it's ok because it sounds badass. i don't know about badass. maybe loser-ish. dammit.

beh. been a while. haven't felt like doing much this week though. haven't done any homework, but seeing how i'm no longer interested in teaching, i've already got a job lined up and i hate my school and don't have to do shit to do well in it anyway (see post below) i don't think that matters too much. i can't really get myself motivated to do the homework at all, and i really don't want to go anymore. maybe i won't. i don't know. i know that i should go... finish out the semester... i've already paid for the credits, i should "earn" them. butyeah. complete lack of motivation may prevent that.
so winter weather sucks. could stop any time now.
saw the new Harry Potter movie yesterday. it was pretty great except for the 15 minute long lovefest that seemed to drag on forever at the end of the movie. butyeah other than that, rock.
bed now i guess. i meant to write a good long post, but can't even get motivated to do that. suck.

on why i hate the college of saint rose

basically, it's because they steal your money.
they suck so much. they charge like a billion dollars tuition a semester and they give you a crapass education. and they're supposedly the best school in the area for teaching. three out of four of my teachers "teach" straight from the book.
my wednesday night teacher is the worst. you can bring your book to class and highlight the exact passages from the book that she's speaking. word for word. and she had the nerve last week to say that she doesn't subscribe to the theory of direct teaching. um. yeah, right. all she ever does is stand up there and speak her outlines which she takes right from the book. oh, and sometimes she divulges unnecessary personal information. like the one time she said that she wasn't feeling too well because she ate some food that didn't agree with her or something like that. and then suddenly during class she says something like "here comes the food" and ran out of the room. eww. like we all needed to know that's why she was leaving. she could have just said, let's take a 10 minute break or something. whatever.
my monday night teacher also sucks. he's a full-time clinical psychologist with a private practice and he's got a bunch of other shit that he does, so i don't know why he teaches also. probably for the health insurance so that he doesn't have pay for it on his own. anyway. he also teaches directly from the book. he even uses the provided powerpoint slides that are basically the textbook only on a screen. and his tests are right from the teacher edition of the book, so sometimes they're the exact same questions that are on the practice tests on the website. every time i take a test in that class i'm finished first and since we have to grade our tests right away and everyone goes outside and compares their scores i know that i generally get the best grade in the class. and it's not like i study. in fact, i put the least amount of effort in possible. we just got papers back in that class last night. he was saying that you should have at least six sources blah blah blah and that it should be all scholarly blahblah. and i'm sitting there thinking, "great. failed this because i had three sources and two were textbooks and i did the whole paper in 3 hours." we got them back and i had a 91 on it. a 91. and other people got grades in like the 80s. and seriously, i never go to this class and i generally leave early when i do go and when i leave early i just walk right out in front of the teacher. we'll be on a break and i'll go back into class and collect all of my things and he'll watch me leave. why do i get these grades? i certainly don't deserve them. and that's not the only class it happens in. actually, it's been happening in all of my classes. but perhaps the worst example is the paper i got back today in my philosophy class.
all of my papers that i've handed in for my philosophy class have been shitty, half-assed jobs done an hour before class. but the one i handed in last week was really the shittiest ever. i didn't even read the book. i kind of skimmed through the introduction and wrote the paper. i got it back today and i got an A on it. rediculous. i mean, it's my highest grade so far in that class (i'd gotten Bs and B+s before). and he wrote on the top: "Very good analysis of Newman and good comparisons." and he wrote comments throughout the paper, so he did read it. i must have some grade angel that redoes all of my work for me, because there's just no way that the work that i've been doing is deserving of the grades that i've been getting. no way.
and this is why i hate saint rose. because they're ripping students off. they take their money and then let them get away with doing shitty work and rewarding them for it. i feel all dirty now.

Sunday Beck and I went for a walk. It was so warm out, it would have been a crime to not go for a walk. We walked down Riverview Road for a while when a small beagle crossed the road in front of us. We half-tried to stop it as it escaped from its yard, but we weren't sure whose dog it was, and we weren't sure that we cared. Then some girl holding a toddler came from the yard where the dog was fleeing calling after it. It was clear that the girl was not going to get this dog holding the small child, so I offered to go after Daisy who was at that moment running free through the yard of a house under construction in a gated community across the street. It was such a nice day, and I was in a good mood, so running across this yard in pursuit of a puppy was fun. I felt like I was six years old... carefree, running and laughing... Then the damn dog went towards a mud patch. I recognized this too late... I ran into the mud and when my sneakers (of course i was wearing my "good" sneakers) started to sink i tried to turn around... and i slipped and flipped down into the mud. The whole back of my sweatshirt was covered in mud, and so were the bottoms of my jeans. My hat even got dirty. I had to laugh though. I wish somebody had taped me falling, it must've been hilarious. I got back up and crossed a ditch on a plank of wood left there and went after the dog another way... eventually, I got bored and ceased to care about whether or not this snotty looking teenager and her little sister got their dog back, so beck and i just left as the girl wondered around the yard trying to get the dog and keep a hold of her sister at the same time.

being covered in mud is very freeing. i felt like i could do just about anything then, because i was already dirty, so what did it matter? I guess that's what it's like for a lot of things. like: i've already spent this much, what does it matter if i spend more? or: I've already gone this far, I might as well go further. in fact, that's how i came up with my concept of owning something. you've already done something that you didn't think you'd do or aren't very proud of, but instead of whining about it, you've got to own it. and once you own something, it's easier to own other things. soyeah. i owned that mud.

soyeah. last thursday i baked a cake. see, one day last week i was trying to look up the nutritional information for guinness, because i'd been drinking a bunch lately and i was thinking that it was counterproductive to my efforts to not gain weight and so i thought i'd try and figure out the 'points' value (weight watchers) of a pint o'guinness. but when i typed in "guinness nutritional information" in google all i got were a bunch of recipes for things with guinness in them. and one of them was a recipe for guinness chocolate cake and i figured that since i hadn't baked in a while and since it was cold out i'd try and make it. soyeah. thursday i gathered my materials: i had to purchase a hand mixer (got the el cheapo version at target), mixing bowls (got a cute but cheap cobalt blue set at target), cake pans (got the hella-el-cheapo version at the christmas tree shop: $1 each), and a cake holder (also cheap at the christmas tree shop... $2 and it's cute). I also went to the grocery store and picked up the necessary food supplies for baking (flour, vanilla extract, sugar, etc). unfortunately, i forgot to get eggs, so i ended up having to walk to the stewart's down the street after dark to get them. it wasn't late yet, still in the 6 o'clock hour, but i don't think i'll do that again... it was a little nerve wracking anytime anyone walked by me, and i was the only female out walking alone. soyeah, after i risked life and limb for eggs i got home and started to bake. well, first i had to do dishes... i had a ton of dirty ones in the sink, and i had to clean all of the crap i had just bought. in the meantime, i put two sticks of butter (one for the cake, one for the icing) on top of my computer to soften (hey, it's warm there...). i made the cake batter, and it seemed a little thick, but i figured, hey, maybe that's how it's supposed to be, and i stuck the layers in the oven. then i started on the icing. i went to grab the stick of butter off of the computer and i realized that there were still two sticks there. i had freaking made the cake without putting the butter in it. i was so pissed. i was really curious how this cake was going to taste, and i'd fucked up the recipe. so i just made another batch of batter. when the layers were finished in the oven, i popped them out of the pans, cleaned the pans and threw the better batter in and stuck 'em right back in the oven. the layers that i'd screwed up don't taste bad, they're just darker and denser (i call them my guinness stout cakes). i didn't have enough icing to cover two cakes, so the stout cakes are sitting on top of my microwave covered in foil. i don't know why i kept them, i should just pitch them. yeahso, when the layers were cool (enough) i stacked 'em with icing in between and covered the cake. i wasn't too careful so there were crumbs all mixed in with the icing. also, i didn't bother leveling off the layers when i stacked them, so the cake was all lopsided. whatever. here's a picture of it:

I didn't sample it until the next day because by the time i was done i was a little drunk (i had to finish off the cans of guinness that i'd opened to make the layers/icing... and i'd also had some more...) and a lot tired. it was really rich, and i liked it (except next time i won't dust the pans with cocoa powder like it said to, because the straight cocoa that you taste between the layers is bitter). I took it to my parents house on friday, but i don't think they liked it very much because it was still there today (but dad said that he just forgot it was there). i brought a piece for beck to try tonight when we met for coffee, and she said it tasted "yeasty" and "like bread," which i don't think are good reviews. beh. ah well, i liked it... and baking is fun :)

speaking of going to get coffee, beck, her brother, and i tried to go to Starbucks because that's what we do every Sunday night, but it was closed. how freaking annoying is that? it was only 7:30 when we got there... they had a sign on the door that said that they had some sort of district meeting or something like that, and that every starbucks in the area was closing at 5. that's so annoying. i mean, does everybody have to go to this meeting? they need all of the peons there? we had to go to dunkin' donuts instead. i got what i always get when i go there: a large iced coffee light and sweet, and the woman really went to town. i mean, there was a good 1/4 inch of sugar at the bottom of the cup. but hey, i like it when i drink my coffee through a straw and i get to chew on the sugar granuales (sp? ah well).

well, i'm going to tell my doctors that I'm leaving today. beck says that i have to tell jeff first thing. he's got an appointment at 9:15, so I'm going to get there (hopefully) a couple of minutes early and go right to his office and tell him. i hope bill's not in yet. i wonder if i should try and tell them both at once. but i don't know how i'd make that happen. excuse me, i need to speak with both of you, um, out in the hall? whatever. I'm going to go to jeff and say, "Jeff, I need to talk to you quick. I've decided not to return to gradschool next semester and since I won't be a student anymore I'm going to need to take a full time job. I've really enjoyed working here and I'm sorry to have to leave so soon, but I have to. So, this is my four weeks' notice, which will make my last day here Friday, December 6." Yeah. If i could say it like that, it'd be great. but i'll just end up standing there with my face all red and mumbling. i hate dissappointing people. beh.

off to school ill-prepared again. perhaps i'll leave early (again).

it's so cold. I'm baking tomorrow.

so the cable guy came right after i posted that last post. I'm so excited to have real tv again! i watched some random movie on comedy central with gene wilder in it (he weirds me out) and richard pryor. i think it was called the silver streak... it wasn't all that great. but i was so happy to be able to watch bad tv again that it didn't matter. then i watched trading spaces (yay!). it was one i'd never seen. the designers were hilda and doug (what a horrible combination). the people doug was working with were being horrible to him (but, what else is new. that guy always fights with his people) and they wouldn't let him stain the floor (which would have looked great). the room turned out fabulously (except for the floors, which just really should have been stained). hilda did this weird awful room. the concept sounded nice: inspired by tiffany's, but she had her people airbrush squiggles on the walls and all of the fabric in the room and she covered a bench with aluminum foil, so it just looked kinda shitty to me. but those freaking people who were giving doug such a hard time loved it. they have real awful taste.

so i didn't have to go down to the basement today (yay)! the plumbers didn't show up until just when i was leaving, so i booked out of there so i wouldn't have to go down there. it's just so freaky...

I called Mary Ellen at the insurance company to give her a start date. I said Mon, Dec. 9, which is about a week after she was expecting me to start, and she said she'd have to check with Andy (the manager) and get back to me. i hope that's going to be ok. now i feel like a tool. i suck.

so the cable guy still isn't here. the slot of time is between noon and 4:30, so there's still 2 hours left in the slot, but i didn't get here till 1 because of work, and i'm all paranoid that i missed him. the woman on the phone yesterday said that if i missed him then to call right away so they could see about getting someone else out here, but how would i know if i missed him? i mean, since she said that i guess they'd leave something in my mailbox or something like that... there wasn't anything there when i got home (i don't think... now i'm going to obsessively check it... irritating) so i don't think i missed him. it would suck if i didn't end up getting cable today, 'cause i was all psyched about new south park... i guess i better finish up my homework for tonight, because after i get cable there will be no homework doing...

i have so much homework due next week in school. like tons of it, and it's all big important shit. i suck. why didn't i start any of this before? why am i still freaking going to school, anyway? school sucks. i've got a real job now, i just don't care about this school crap (or, really, i wish i didn't care. i'm still going to stress out about it and be all annoyed when i don't get A's.)

why is it that every time i get a random day off of school on a tuesday, "that 70s show" isn't on? they're airing "fox's funniest outtakes." ok, there's a problem here. there are only a few shows on fox that are worth watching to begin with. why would i want to watch outtakes from these other random awful shows? suck suck suck suck suck.

so YAY! I'm getting cable tomorrow! (just in time for new episodes of south park). I'm so hella excited. I kept telling myself that I didn't need cable etc, but tv just really sucks without it. :) so tonight is my last night watching cableless tv. YAY! the "appointment" is for "any time between noon and 4:30" which is annoying. i told the woman on the phone that i don't get out of work until 1, and she said that she'd "write a note telling them to go later in the appointment" but if i got home and i missed them to call right away because "maybe they'll be able to get back out there." i want a job where i get to make people wait around for long stretches of time where i may show up at any time and expect them to be there. beh. butyeah, cable! now i can watch trading spaces again! and south park! and bad television on MTV! yay! (this was my 'treat' to myself for getting a 'real' job... another monthly bill...)

so i didn't tell my boss that i'm leaving today. i took all morning to get up the nerve to go down to his office and tell him, but when i went down there he was on his way out the door to a lunch meeting. i suck. i really need to tell them soon. i'm calling my new job tomorrow and telling them a start date, and that will get me moving on resigning from the current job. hopefully.

so tomorrow i have to show the plumber to a leak in the basement at work. i'm so freaking afraid of that basement. it's so much scarier than the attic. there are boards that you have to walk on in order to avoid falling into holes down there. and it's all low-ceilinged and dark and dank. it looks like a dungeon. the different rooms are separated by stone archways... ugh. i'm not looking forward to this.

so i actually went to class tonight. amazing for me. i took a test (first one done, as always in this class, and it looks like i got the best grade out again. kinda embarassing). we (a couple of people from class and i) were going to leave after the test and go to a bar, but one of the girls in the class mentioned that it looked like the prof (who sucks, by the way) had our papers that we handed in last week to give back so we stayed. it sucked so much. we watched a stupid video module (all we ever do in that class, that's why i never go) where some kid got all excited over christmas and puked. it was the most random video. later on they showed three year old italian kids who kept grabbing at the microphone (microfono! encore microfono!) and they never made the connection of why they were showing them... and then the stupid teacher never gave us back our papers, so staying was a big waste of time. beh. soyeah then we went to Sadie's (which is just down the block from strose). i had a couple glasses of guinness (poured expertly by the barkeep with little shamrocks on top) and talked to the guys that came along while the other two girls each had a mixed drink and talked about their boyfriends. very typical that i ended up talking to the guys more than the girls. we discussed different shots/drinks that we liked and the weirdest places we'd "done it." intelligent conversation to say the least. but a good time was had by all and we made a resolution to do that every monday (which is good, because it'll at least get me to class).

so now i sit here eating leftover mexican food that's been in my car since friday. that's pretty gross. but i'm hella hungry. i didn't have much money with me, so all i could afford was my drinks (but i did steal some broccoli/cheese poppers from the girls that were hella yummy). soyeah. the food still tastes ok, and it was so cold this weekend that it was like it was in a fridge anyways... (i'm going to think this is so gross tomorrow).

the best thing about having a cat around is that he'll eat the shit you drop on the floor, so you don't have to worry about cleaning it up...

so i have to tell my doctors that i'm leaving them. i feel like such a tool. i'm not looking forward to this at all. i have to do it tomorrow. depending on jeff's schedule, i think i'm going to talk to him just before i leave tomorrow. that way i won't have to sit there all day feeling like an asshole. but i'll have four weeks of that to look forward to... beh.