Boredom and such....
I'm trying to remember if I blogged yesterday. Yesterday, of course, was Valentine's Day. Well, it was V-Day to everyone on the face of the planet except me. Yesterday was February 14, nearly halfway through February.
I could easily take this time to comment on my lone spinster status, but who wants to hear about all of that nonsense? Anyway, I'm 3/5 of the way through "Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason." I do believe I've found a new hero.
Today was pretty busy without being busy. I made phone calls and did e-mails in preparation for my Queens expedition tomorrow (more on that later), and spent a whole bunch of time on the phone lining up job interviews. Oh yeah, I definitely see a bank counter and sensible shoes in my near future.
So tomorrow starts the second leg of the show that owned my life last month. This time around, it's being done in Queens. Like, the outer boonies of Queens. The end of the 7 line. Far, far away. I've decided to drive out there since taking the train will seriously jeopardize my chances of making it back to Manhattan in enough time to catch the last train home. Hence, the expedition will begin tomorrow. The Turnpike, 2 tunnels, and my first time braving the L.I.E (Long Island Expressway, for the out of regionals). There's no way that this can be fun. But I will keep my hands on the wheel, my iPod fully charged, and my road rage vocabulary good and ready. I'm sure such phrases as:
"Blinker, asshat!"
"Oh my God, you fucktard!"
"Hello....what do you think you're doing, retard!?!"
"Idiot! It's called a blinker!"
"Get off my ass, buttmunch!"
and other such creative things will be screamed from the top of my lungs over the next 5 days. Yes, 5 days. This ain't gonna be pretty.
The last time I drove in New York, I vowed to never do it again. Granted, I was only 17 and drove to LaGuardia with my dad in the passenger seat. But my knuckles were white when I pulled into my parking space. And the friend whom I was picking up was sent back to LaGuardia on a shuttle bus. I'm sure that I'll be fine this week. I'm a big girl now, and a damn good Jersey driver.
Other than that, I've been bored out of my mind since the show ended. Shoestring has been cool so far. The kids are really great, and I wish we could go to Edinburgh. But outside of Shoestring I really don't have anything to do except sit around the house and complain to myself that there's no food in the fridge. Blarrrrrggggghhhhh. So yeah, that's about it for today. I'm bored, I'm hungry, and I'll be doing a buttload of driving this week. *sigh*
I could easily take this time to comment on my lone spinster status, but who wants to hear about all of that nonsense? Anyway, I'm 3/5 of the way through "Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason." I do believe I've found a new hero.
Today was pretty busy without being busy. I made phone calls and did e-mails in preparation for my Queens expedition tomorrow (more on that later), and spent a whole bunch of time on the phone lining up job interviews. Oh yeah, I definitely see a bank counter and sensible shoes in my near future.
So tomorrow starts the second leg of the show that owned my life last month. This time around, it's being done in Queens. Like, the outer boonies of Queens. The end of the 7 line. Far, far away. I've decided to drive out there since taking the train will seriously jeopardize my chances of making it back to Manhattan in enough time to catch the last train home. Hence, the expedition will begin tomorrow. The Turnpike, 2 tunnels, and my first time braving the L.I.E (Long Island Expressway, for the out of regionals). There's no way that this can be fun. But I will keep my hands on the wheel, my iPod fully charged, and my road rage vocabulary good and ready. I'm sure such phrases as:
"Blinker, asshat!"
"Oh my God, you fucktard!"
"Hello....what do you think you're doing, retard!?!"
"Idiot! It's called a blinker!"
"Get off my ass, buttmunch!"
and other such creative things will be screamed from the top of my lungs over the next 5 days. Yes, 5 days. This ain't gonna be pretty.
The last time I drove in New York, I vowed to never do it again. Granted, I was only 17 and drove to LaGuardia with my dad in the passenger seat. But my knuckles were white when I pulled into my parking space. And the friend whom I was picking up was sent back to LaGuardia on a shuttle bus. I'm sure that I'll be fine this week. I'm a big girl now, and a damn good Jersey driver.
Other than that, I've been bored out of my mind since the show ended. Shoestring has been cool so far. The kids are really great, and I wish we could go to Edinburgh. But outside of Shoestring I really don't have anything to do except sit around the house and complain to myself that there's no food in the fridge. Blarrrrrggggghhhhh. So yeah, that's about it for today. I'm bored, I'm hungry, and I'll be doing a buttload of driving this week. *sigh*
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