My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

A few years back, when I finally realized that I really am mentally capable of raising a child someday, I decided that I would want to have boys instead of girls. I figure I could deal with the noise and the stuff getting broken all the time and endless hours spent at sporting events. Hell, if I survived over 10 years of my sister's softball games, I can survive other youth sports. As long as it's not hockey, lacrosse, or wrestling. Hockey promotes bad sportsmanship, lacrosse is essentially hockey without the ice, and wrestling promotes anorexia and other unhealthy weight loss/gain techniques. I digress. If anything, I want to have boys because it would be a challenge. And a fun one, at that. And boys are low maintenance: they can pee standing up (so I don't have to spend years lining toilet seats with paper), they wear their hair short (no fights with brushes and combs and barettes and all that nonsense), and they like action figures. Yup, low maintenance. Now, don't g

My beloved Scarlet Knights fell to Arizona State in the Insight Bowl. And I totally missed the whole thing, working at the f&#%@! mall till 1 in the morning. I feel guilty...like if I was actually watching the game on tv, Rutgers might have won its first bowl game in school history. Well, there's always next year. Time for bed...more info to come later today about my interview and the possibility of leaving the retail game again. BTW, still loving my new lappy. It so ridiculously freaking sweet that I still can't believe it's all mine. G'nite!

I've been multi-tasking on the internet today, just doing whatever pops into my head at that particular moment. So I'd figured I'd fashion today's blog the same way...I'll just pop in here and there with random thoughts and whatever. 10:58am - digging through old UPS slips to track a package. Have sinking feeling that package in question was not sent via UPS overnight. By no fault of my own, mind you...I send it how they tell me to send it. 11:18am - finally sent e-mail after hearing all about one of the guys' Christmas. Good thing this week is my last week here...Charlie's the only entertaining one out of the bunch, and tomorrow's his last day. 11:20am - Wondering whether it's worth it to water the poinsettias on my desk. They're as good as dead, aren't they? Poor, poor poinsettias. 11:26am - Reply e-mail: "Please include all the details of the package." Apparently I have to type everything out...sending the tracking umber and a l

I'm typing this blog from the comfort of the couch in my parents' family room. On my. Brand Spanking New. Powerbook G4. Laptop. 80 gig hard drive. 1 gig of RAM. CD and DVD-ROM drive. 15" screen. Backlit keyboard. Wireless enabled. And. It's. All. Mine. Dude, this is way better than a Tivo. Soooo wayyyy better than a Tivo. Did I mention that I got a new printer too? A printer that does everything but make coffee in the morning? Feel free to slap me. I need all the reality I can get. But this is real. I have a new computer and a printer, and I totally didn't ask for either. Which is awesome. Ok, yeah, it was on my Amazon wish list, but it was with the caveat that I didn't actually expect to get a new computer! Other gifts included (yeah, there was more stuff): -pink Timberland boots -2 DVD's from my sister -an oven mitt and recipe cards from mom -Mary Kay makeup from my aunt & uncle (my aunt's a Mary Kay lady) ummmm..... -a USB memory stick from dadd

Deathly quiet at the office today after a barrage of phone calls earlier. Now we're just waiting for the party to start, which will probably be lame. But as long as I get my timecard signed by the end of the day, I really don't care. Besides, I've already scored a box of Lindor truffles. Mmmmm....Lindor truffles. I guess I'm blogging out of boredom again. Which sucks, because I could have signed off for the holidays with my letter to Santa and everything. But I need something to do. So I am here. The strike is over. I guess Santa came to NYC a bit early with my first wish. Which is proof that it pays to still believe in Santa Claus. I managed to get some type cold/bug from my roomates despite my good hygiene practices. Drat. On top of that, I'll be working at the mall tonight. Closing shift. My goal is to be out of there no later than 1:30am. If it means I have to yell and scream at the newbies and delegate responsibilities, so be it. I'll be a manager for a nig

So for those of you who don't know, I am a Yankees fan by default. "By default" meaning I live in the tri-state area, I never really liked the Mets, and Derek Jeter has one of the cutest butts on the face of the planet. Oh, and they used to play pretty decent baseball too. We'll see what happens in '06. But I must say that I miss the Yankees of years past who would kick your ass and have fun doing it. And look amazing at the same time. What can I say, I can't resist the pinstripes! I digress. A part of being a Yankees fan is hating the Boston Red Sox with every single fiber of my being. I dislike the BoSox so much that I took to calling them all "dirty hippies." The whole hippie thing was solely based on Johnny Damon. I mean, ewwwww. The stringy hair, the scruffy beard...it was a disaster. And Pedro Martinez's jheri curl?!? I'm not even going there. I digress again. Sorry for the digressions, I'm just really excited. The Yankees just pick

I neglected to tell you all about how RutgersChristmas went. In its own way, as usual, the party was a success. We had a Leaning Table of Booze that was pretty much decimated by the end of the night, an entire pound of spinach salad that went untouched (there were communications about whether or not it was ready), no one puked anywhere, and there were only a few stray cigarette butts that needed to be picked out of the yard the next day. Yeah, it was a pretty decent shindig. But I was sooooo glad when it was over. I spent the night playing hostess/librarian. "Librarian" meaning I was shushing people left and right in order to keep our downstairs neighbors from wanting to kill us. Or call the cops. But everyone pretty much kept their cool, and there was very little drama, and we all had fun. It will be a long time before we throw a party in our casa again. We got lucky this time around...no one broke or destroyed anything. But then again, Andre wants to buy his own keg when th

Don't ever ask me to take care of a plant, unless it it a no-maintenance plant. Like a cactus. I am completely inept in the art of plant care, as can be seen by the nearly-dead poinsettias all over the office. And the Christmas tree (yes, in our house it's still a Christmas tree, dammit) isn't doing so hot either. We keep forgetting to water it. You know the Charlie Brown tree that rains needles every time it's touched? Yeah, it's like that. To review: Me + plants that require watering = dead plants. That is all.

Is it really the end of the year already? Well, I do have another week or so before I decide to put together a Year in Review blog. If I feel like it. But today I want to talk about something else. Dude, I am so glad I don't work in NYC right now. For you readers outside of the tri-state area who might now know what's going on, let me fill you in. The MTA has gone on strike. That means that all of the buses and subways that operate within New York City are not running. At all. I haven't recieved any news from anyone who's been directly affected yet, but I assure you that the Big Apple is one gigantic mess right now. Now, as someone who tends to lean to the left as far as my beliefs go (notice the subtle understatement), you'd think that I'd be behind the union 100%. They work hard, and the Man doesn't want to give them the money that they deserve for keeping the Center of the Universe running around the clock. And normally, in a situation of a strike, I do r

That's what happened when my "Create Post" page popped up on the screen. I was all ready to type some amazingly witty or highly lamentable title for today, but the phone rang. I woke up this morning...no, I'll start with last night. Got home from work, chatted with one of the roomies for a while, and finally got to work on getting my room cleaned once and for all. Everything needs to be ready for RutgersChristmas on Saturday. So I'm cleaning and making a shopping list and doing my thing. Then 4 o'clock rolls around: time to call in to the mall and see if I have to go in. I hate call-in shifts. If I had known that they would have been a possibility, I wouldn't have accepted the job there. Call-in shifts don't allow you to make any plans. But then again, every time I had called in, they didn't need me. Last night proved to be the exception, of course, because I had 80 bajillion way-more-important things to do ! But I trudged in anyway, sold giftset

Remember that episode of The Simpsons when Ralph Wiggum fell in love with Lisa (because she gave him a valentine) and he thought she was his girlfriend? And then eventually Lisa freaked out and told Ralph the truth, on the Krusty show nonetheless, and all of Springfield got to witness it on TV. The next day, Bart keeps playing the tape over and over again, pausing it at the exact moment that we see poor Ralph's heart shatter into pieces. It's like that right now. I hate it when the truth hurts. I hate being the rejector. It like someone's heart was put out there on a platter, gift-wrapped and shiny, not unlike a situation not too long ago . And what did I do? I smashed it. Not intentionally, but I did. I am a horrible person. Ok, I'm not a horrible person. I had to tell the truth. If someone loves you but you don't love them back, you have to tell the truth. I've just saved thousands of dollars in therapy that would have been spent in the future. I did what I h

I guess I've hit a boring few weeks in my life...nothing dramatic or exciting to post about. So let's talk about pointless and silly things for a while, shall we? The zipper on my coat got stuck this morning, resulting in my standing in my kitchen for 5 minutes desperately trying to wrestle it loose. Knowing I was supposed to be at work in 10 minutes, I stopped at Dunkin' Donuts anyway. Coffee is important. Have you ever tried to match an outfit to a particular piece of makeup? Ok, so I was at Bloomingdale's the other night (because I'm the masochistic type who will go into stores that I can't afford to shop in) and browsed the MAC counter and found this totally awesome glitter eye liner. It sounds tacky, but it's actually really sweet. And only $15. (When's the last time you were able to find something you like at Bloomie's for only 15 bucks?) So now I have coolest eye liner ever and eyeshadow to match (already at home), but no cute outfit to comple

I was deeply saddened today when my new favorite radio station, Jack FM , played a Christmas song today. Well, it wasn't so bad because it was by B.B. King, but it was a Christmas song nonetheless. I had been hoping that Best Station Ever wouldn't get into the holiday spirit so that it would instead serve as a place for anyone who might already be Christmas-ed out. Anyway... We now have our apartment Christmas tree, but it isn't decorated. We're having some artistic differences. See, I want to have color lights on the tree. Andre wants white lights. I think white lights are boring, they wash out the tree, and they make me think of National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Andre thinks color lights are "tacky." *Gasp* Oh no he didn't!! So I had to let him know that I've always that color lights on my family tree at home and it has never ever ever looked "tacky." He refused to budge. So instead of getting into a brawl at Target, I said that I

Yesterday I spent the bulk of my time at the office decorating the tree. The fake, pre-lit tree that I also has to assemble myself. I hate fake christmas trees. In other news, the casa boys (aka the boys that i live with) are planning on getting our tree the old fashioned way this weekend. We're going to a tree farm and cutting it down ourselves. Good times should be had by all...I'll try and post pics. Other than that...not much to report. I'm tired, bored and hungry. And there's no one in the office today. No one important, I mean. Blargh. Off to go find other stuff to do.