so you can take a quiz at findyourspot.com to find out where your ideal place to live would be... here are my results... Can you believe albany was actually on there?

bored/stressed at work? try desk yoga. this site has animated examples...

ok, i know i've posted a link to this before, but i just found this site again and it just cracks me up: mycathatesyou.com. "Britteny" cracks me up so bad... (i'm sitting here in my cube giggling to myself like a freak... again).

i found another random quiz. this one is the "which satine from moulin rouge costume are you?" (weird). apparently i'm the "black corset costume":


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it's 5 degrees outside. i'm not going out there. i'll sleep here at work tonight. 5 degrees is ridiculous.

beck has invited me out to her place for dinner tonight. but i'm a lameass loser and i declined. i'm going to sit at home instead. and not even eat dinner. it's kinda a long drive (in the snow) for dinner, and i'll get back so late and the morning comes so quickly. i'd totally go, but i'm way overdue for an oil change (like, really really overdue... i've been adding oil once every other week and my car sounds awful) and i shouldn't drive to poughkeepsie and back before i get one. i hate being responsible.

i can't even to begin to express how bored i am. i have nothing, absolutely nothing to do. and i still have 50 minutes (but hey, who's counting?) left here at work. so i've been alternately staring at the snow out the window (i hate hate hate hate hate snow) and staring at my kitchen as seen through my webcam. i wish i was there.

this is incredibly cool. it's a community story which you can add to. you're given only the last sentence of the last addition and you add to the story from there. awesome! that is such a cool idea!

so advicelord.com is generally amusing. they give insulting/funny advice to the idiots that write into them. worth a read, and a good way to waste a good hour (yeah... that's what i've been doing here at work for the past hour or so... i'm such a great employee).

i am so excited that i remembered to go get a short stretch of cable so that i can have cable for my little TV right here next to my computer... so now when you see me on my webcam i'll be looking slightly to the left (well, it's my right... but the mitch line works there, and that rocks...).

other things that excite me today: i found mint chapstick. rock! i lost my last tube of it the same night i lost my mood ring. now i need to get a new mood ring as well... butyeah, i had temporarily replaced it with mint blistex which does not rock. in fact it sucks. blistex sucks!! it's all goopy... chapstick just glides on and soaks in... I think the people at this site may be right though... lip balm is addictive... k, that was too much on lip balm in general...

i'm excited that american idol has started again. these first episodes are so uncomfortable... but i feel that i can laugh at these people because i suck also, but i wouldn't go out there and make a fool of myself...

beh. so... i've written a lot of pointless, useless, boring crap tonight. i better just go into the other room before i write more..

so i got a book in the mail today. rockage. i bought it offa half.com so it only cost me $1.25 (double rockage). It's Culture Shock! Ireland. sososo excited about going... beck and i are thinking about labordayish datewise. rock.

also at thewebhouse.net there's this page about sex and the first letter of your name. Here's the description for A:

"-A- You are not particularly romantic, but you are interested in action. You mean business. With you, what you see is what you get. You have no patience for flirting and can't be bothered with someonewho is trying to be coy, cute, demure, and subtly enticing. You are an up front person. When it comes to sex, it's action that counts not obscure hints. Your mate's physical attractiveness is important to you. You find the chase and challenge of the "hunt" invigorating. You are passionate and sexual as well as being much more adventurous than you appear; however, you do not go around advertising these qualities. Your physical needs are your primary concern."

ok... so that's not exactly right, come on now, i'm not that cold. i enjoy the flirting as well...

butyeah, wouldn't you like to be a K: "-K- You are totally f**king marvelous!"

so i just took this "animal love test" thing (it's not what you think) at thewebhouse.net and it kinda rang true about my attitudes right now... hmm... you can take it by clicking here.

so, regarding the last post, i can't believe i'm only 37% evil... rock!

I am 37% evil. Take the test :: koolplace.com

so beck sent me a link to this article which talks about a travel company that has chartered a nude flight from florida to cancun. "Once the plane reaches its cruising altitude, passengers will be invited to disrobe." souh... why do they have to wait until cruising altitude, really? and does the flightstaff disrobe as well? and what will the inflight movie be? there will be no hot drinks served on the flight, and nude passengers will have to keep a towel between them and the seat... that's icky... could you imagine how cold the seat belt buckle would feel on your lap? The article states that they feel that it's a stress relieving environment because when everyone's nude, they're all the same. i beg to differ. i think looking around a plane and seeing a whole bunch of ugly naked people (because come on now, nudists are always the ugly ones) would be pretty stressful... can you imagine if you didn't realize it was a nude flight you were getting on? when the captain says, "we've now reached our cruising altitude of blahdeeblah thousand feet, i'm going to turn off the seatbelt sign and the flight attendants will be around with the beverage cart. and uh, it's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes." and when they're landing, will they say, "we are now beginning our descent. please make sure your traytables and seats are in an upright and locked position and put your damn clothes on you ugly bunch of freaks!" if i was a flight attendant, they'd have to pay me like, triple time to work that flight. ew.

so after posting the last post i realized that i was still bored and curious. i needed to see where else william bader has gone and made uninteresting. he's got dozens of "trip reports" in which he details everything about his trips. i'm hooked. i find his webpage ("the official william bader website") oddly amusing. the blondie trip makes me giggle. it's like he's some snl character, the guy's so uninteresting... i feel horrible for laughing at him... please, does anyone else out there find his page even half as amusing as i do?

i stumbled across this page while surfing out of complete boredom tonight. it's all about some guy's business trip to albany. it is incredibly detailed and boring. he has a picture for every comment. or a comment for every picture. whatever. but he's got a lot of really boring pictures. and really boring comments. something about it just struck me as hilarious only i don't think i was laughing with him but rather laughing at him. which kinda makes me feel bad. ah well, i'm sure a lot of people have laughed at me/this site so whatever. anyway, the weirdest thing about this page is the ending. he all of a sudden talks about a spontaneous chanukah store and he has a picture of himself saying that it's what he'd look like without glasses. very odd. who does he show this site to? can you imagine family gatherings when he's got some relative cornered telling them about his trip and showing the accompanying pictures of nothing?

weekend recap continued

sunday

so sunday i woke up after i'd gotten exactly 8 hours of sleep: at 935am. this is what my body does. it says, hey now, you've had 8 hours and that's quite enough, thank you, so get your lazy ass out of bed and don't waste the day! so i was freezing because eric and sarah's apartment (like mine) is not heated in the morning. and it was damn cold. so i got in the shower (which thank the lord was warm) and got ready for the day. at 10am when i was all ready to do something everyone else was still asleep. and i was freezing and my hair was wet. so i sat in the spare bedroom that i slept in and looked around for something to do. i couldn't find much. actually, i couldn't find anything to do. eric's computer is broken, so i couldn't play with it, and the tv was in the living room where ryan and his girlfriend were sleeping on the pullout couch and the only book in the room just didn't look interesting to me. so i sat in the bed covered up trying not to freeze to death or die of boredom. at 1030 i remembered that my phone was charging in the kitchen so i grabbed it and downloaded ms. pacman and pong and played those for a while. then i text messaged beck. at 11 i couldn't take the cold anymore so i ran out to the kitchen and started boiling water in the teapot and hunted out the tea in the cabinet. couldn't find it for a while and contemplated just pouring the boiling water over me to combat the cold. finally found the tea... drank warm tea for an hour until people finally started to wake up. (to be fair, when eric woke up and i told him i'd been up since 930 he said that i should've waken him... but i wouldn't have done that...)

so about 1 when everyone was up and moving we walked to a diner that was nearby. it was so cold, i thought i'd die. we passed this one street where there were all these little yellow outlines of people painted on the sidewalk. i'm not sure what they were for. perhaps they have something to do with kids or school or something. but they looked like this: . So Ryan says, "this must be where all the midgets died." so the diner was your typical downstate diner, with people of all ethnic origins waiting tables, bussing tables and seating tables wearing various forms of tuxedo type uniforms. and of course there was a manager guy pacing around, a youngish guy wearing a dark suit. we ordered breakfast items even though it was 1pm and sarah ordered a small orange juice. it was priced at $1.20 in the menu. and when they brought it out it was the size of a shot glass. unbelievable. (but cute, at the same time) soyeah. so we had a decent brunch and then headed back for the apartment. on the way back Jenny stepped in some poop on the sidewalk. and it was funny because just before she did it eric said "you better watch out for that poop jenny... poop jenny... poop poop poop!" and then when she debated whether she hit it or not he said, "yeah, you grazed it with the left side of your shoe" to which ryan added "it was at a 45 degree angle..." it was just too funny.

i parted from the group at the apartment and headed for the subway. it was a little after 2, and i wanted to make the 353 train to poughkeepsie out of grand central, so i pretty much had to leave then to be sure that i'd make it. also, i was planning on taking the local R all the way up to 42nd street and then taking the shuttle over to grand central, and that would've taken forever, but i didn't feel like transferring. but when i got on the subway there was a delay at one of the stops still in brooklyn where the 4 train also ran so i switched over and caught the 4 express and made it to grand central just after the 253 train left. so i bummed around the train station for a while. i was going to walk around outside, but it was just too damn cold.

i bought a cosmo to read on the way home. so on the train to poughkeepsie i wipped out my cosmo and began reading the slightly racy articles with the even racier pictures. so of course while i have the magazine open to one of the racier pages a nun sits down next to me. she was this really cute older woman with an italian accent. and i said, "good afternoon" which is weird because i never say that. but apparently when i talk to nuns/priests/bishops i blurt out expressions that i never say in real life (Bishop asks me if i have any irish in me and i say "a wee bit" when I'm being confirmed). soanyway. soyeah. i don't know what to do. i feel like some awful sinner sitting there with this magazine and she's so sweet and i don't want her to see it so i don't know if it's worse if i just close it fast and put it away or just sit there with it on my lap and try not to draw any attention to it. so i kinda sat there with the magazine as closed as i could get it to sheild it from her view. the conductor came around and i handed him my ticket and the nun indicated that she needed to buy a ticket to tarrytown and he told her that she was all set, she didn't need to pay, and she was so cute, she giggled and winked at me. but i was just sitting there thinking, oh thank god she's getting off at tarrytown, that's really close, i don't have to worry about the magazine too much longer.

so the rest of the day was uneventful. i was lost for a minute in poughkeepsie trying to get to the bridge before i realized that i was right where i wanted to be... i didn't speed on the way home. i had to set my cruise control at 74 so that i wouldn't (ok, i know that 74 is speeding, but it's been my experience - and it was my experience last night - that you can fly by troopers at 74 and they won't pull you over). when i got home i lost my pictures from my camera in the computer crash (dammit!), and watched tv: i was flipping from there's something about mary on fox, the playoffs on cbs and the golden globes on nbc. soyeah... so that was my weekend. wee!

weekend recap

Friday

saw just married at crossgates. the movie was ok... most of the funny parts were in the previews. i enjoyed it. i was also drunk... i had 2 bermuda triangles beforehand at houlihan's. a bermuda triangle is a drink with like three or four different kinds of rum in it (including bacardi 151) and it's very strong and they limit you to 2 per guest. but it's tasty... soyeah. so i enjoyed the movie but i'm not sure if that was a function of the rum consumption (love that rhyme) or not. yeah. so there was this awesome dog in the very beginning of the movie. it was adorable... a little french bull dog. i need one. that is my perfect dog. they're mini and tough looking and they have attitude. definitely need one.

Saturday

didn't get out of bed till 10... showered and headed to clifton park to borrow money from my wam so that i could go to the city. (yeah... didn't get to post about that, but it turns out that my bank just really sucks altogether and my payroll check isn't coming off float until tuesday at the earliest so i had to borrow money from my parents for this weekend... annoying) was on the road to poughkeepsie by noon. drove extremely fast and got there in about 45 minutes. very scary. i halved the time the trip should take. was early for the train (for a change) and had to wait in the cold for a few minutes. thus beginning my weekend of extreme coldness. train ride into the city was uneventful... cold...

got to grand central and found my friends: eric, sarah, sarah's sister jenny, ryan, and ryan's girlfriend corey. we did the hello/introduction thing and headed for the subway to go to the american museam of natural history. we accidently got on an express and ended up having to double back, and we only got to the museam at 425 (and it closed at 545). we paid the "suggested admission price" of $12... why do they call it that, really? who's going to pay less than that? who's going to stand there and say, "i really don't want to pay $12. here's $11" or "here's $1, that's all this museam is worth to me." i mean, if they were going to do it that way, they should make you pay at the end. then you should pay what you feel the museam was worth... whatever. anyway... we came in on the lowest level (LL) and we decided that we were going to take the elevator up to floor 4 to see the dinosaurs. well, the dinosaur bones. anyways... so we waited for the elevator, but every time the door opened, we weren't paying attention or weren't quick enough and tons of people with kids and strollers would pile in and we'd be left standing there. so finally we made a concerted effort and got aboard. and the elevator filled to capacity (or, really, what i would consider capacity) right there on the LL. but we had to go through floors 1, 2, and 3 before we got to our final destination. and on each floor, people would get on. now, i'm slightly claustrophobic. not really so bad, but i tend to get a little... crazy/panicky... when i'm in a super crowded space. and an elevator is the worst, because it could get stuck and you could be stuck in this small supercrowded space for god knows how long running out of air breathing everybody else's exhaust smelling everybody around you stuck there listening to stupid people and who knows the elevator could plummet to the bottom and that could be how you die. soyeah. so this elevator was crowded and there was some odd woman standing across from me by the buttons staring at me with her wierd bugeyes and there was a baby on her dad's shoulders right at head level with me and her diaper was full. and so i started to get hysterical. laughing at first silently to myself but by the time we got off it was kind of a crazy giggle. it wasn't helped by the fact that jenny mentioned that the capacity for the elevator was 6000lbs and eric replied that that was a lot of people and in my head i thought or just a few really fat people and that got me laughing even more. i was so happy when we reached floor 4 and i could get out into the hall and breathe air that wasn't directly expelled from someone pressed against me.

so we saw the dino bones. there would be pictures here but when i transferred and deleted the pics from this weekend off of my camera my computer crashed and i lost all of the pics and that sucks. there were only 12 pictures, but it's still annoying. anyway. so there was this one dino that was called an aliramadon or something like that and i thought that was cool :) so yeah. so we wandered around the museam for a while and then it was closing time so we left.

so we went to dinner at chevy's in time square. they told us that the wait for a table for 6 would be about 20 minutes. so we waited and waited and waited and waited. and in the meantime some group of 12 came in with this really annoying girl who we dubbed the captain. we called her that because she kept calling the group her "party" and she kept speaking with the hostest trying to get them seated quicker. and she was really ass annoying. she kept pacing back and forth and calling places looking for other members of her party. and she had a tail. well, she had some sort of ribbon sticking out of the back of her sweater and i thought that was odd. i wanted to pull on it and see what would happen. anyway. we were all starving and really thirsty and getting very impatient. everytime they got on the loudspeaker and said "chevy's would like to welcome..." we'd get all excited but it just wasn't to be. sothen we were getting all irritated and this captain girl because they got there after us and it looked like her annoyance was going to get them seated before us. and that's just not right. so when we saw a big table clear up, eric (our captain) went up and told the hostess that that table was ours and that if they sat the "party" there, there'd be issue. but they told him that the party would be sat there, and that they were clearing off a booth for us right then. but the big party got sat before us. and that captain was very irritating. she made a big show of standing on one side of us and motioning hugely with her arms and yelling to her party, "come on guys!" we tried to trip them and we gave them dirty looks as they walked by because dammit we were starving and parched and we were there first and it wasn't fair that captain annoying's party got sat before us. so shortly afterwards we were seated and when i went to the bathroom the captain was there and i discovered that her tail was part of a horrible sheer shirt that she had on under the sweater and i just wanted to tell captain annoying that she should have left the sweater on. butyeah. soanyways. the food was great.

sothen after dinner we walked over to the big toys r us in times square. it was a fun store... i quite enjoyed the huge animatronic jurassic park t-rex... i was also a big fan of the cabbage patch kids area and the big pink barbie house (i'm such a girl). we tried some bertie bott's every flavor beans and i had a booger one and i wanted to die. it tastes salty and eww...

after the toy store we got on the subway and saw the puppet guy. eric and sarah were very excited that the puppet guy was there, but unfortunately some other street perfomers had the current slot and he was going to be on next. i didn't realize that there was some sort of schedule for street/subway perfomers... i thought it was kind of spontaneous... soanyways, so eric talked to the puppet guy and he came over and introduced himself to the group and thanked eric and sarah for their complements on his show. he described his show to us: apparently he has these puppets which he performs from behind a purple cardboard castle... he does michael jackson and limp bizket and i forget what else. he said that his show was unique and highly elevated and that he was sorry that we couldn't see him just now but that we should go out and play and "kick this ass' town" and come back in about an hour or so... so we left and we visted eric's office on the 15th floor of 505 8th ave... it has a nice view of the empire state building and the office down the hall on the corner looks right out onto madison square garden. we braved the cold once more (and damn, was it cold) to get on the subway and head out to brooklyn to eric and sarah's apartment. (we broke our promise to the puppet guy... ah well). when we got back to the apt, we watched eddie izzard who is this british (executive/action) transvestite comedian and was hilarious. then we went to bed.

I'd like to write about sunday but it's suddenly after 11 and i'm an old lady who must go to bed because she has work in the morning and so i'll have to write about that sometime tomorrow.

i was watching the golden globes but i couldn't take it anymore. calista flockhart and jeff goldblum (i probably just butchered the spelling of their names, but i care not) fucked up announcing so much, it was painful to watch. i mean, how hard can it be? they have those freaking teleprompters right there in front of them. just read where it says your name. morons. it was like an snl celebrity jeapordy come true.