My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

And here I sit on the couch, chilling and watching tv with my sister, bundled up in a sweater and fuzzy pants, bored out of my mind because I want Christmas to be here already! No, I'm not going to be 25 next year at all. Anyway, just wanted to kill a few quick minutes and wish you all a peaceful and blessed holiday (whether it's tomorrow or whether you've already celebrated). After the year I've had, I'm definitely grateful to be here in New Jersey with my family and celebrating Christmas together. Merry Christmas to all! I'll be back soon with a year-end wrap up, and it's gonna be a doozy!

Talk about warm fuzzy feelings.... I have some of the best friends in the entire world. I was sitting at work around 4:30 or so this afternoon, and Andre calls me back. I had called him earlier to say hi and brag about the company holiday party I attended (and got wasted at) last night. Anyway, I pick up the phone, and after some general chit-chat, I'm told what my Christmas present will be. I'm going to Rutgers-Christmas. Seriously. But wait, you say, doesn't Rutgers-Christmas take place where the majority of the founders of said event are? Meaning New Jersey? As in, hundreds if not thousands of miles away from Florida? You would be correct, and I thank you for following this little blog long enough to know such random trivia about my life. I'm going to New Jersey. Tomorrow morning. Into a nor'easter that's gonna hit on Sunday. I'll worry about that on Sunday. I have the. best. friends. ever. Actually, I've been having a good few days. Dad got a kidne...

We're getting down towards the end of the year, and...well...am I the only one who can't believe that it's December already? This year has been insane. I was right when I said that 20o7 was gonna be a big year - I just didn't realize how big. I went from living at the Bayshore Bungalow with 4 other people at one point to living in Florida with my sister. I was getting over paid at a job I hated, now I'm loving a job that pays practically nothing. I could go on and on, but my brain is tired. Work does that to a person. Anyway, it's not quite time for the classic year-end wrap up blog that I sometimes do. Right now it's time to have some dinner, crack open a beer, and play some Guitar Hero III. Laters

That's how I'm rollin' right now. With the brokeness. Thank god for ramen noodles and chicken nuggets. Just finished spending my paycheck before I've even gotten it...on bills. ::sigh:: But there are happy things to look forward to! Andre is coming down to visit tomorrow because he's a lucky bastard who gets a 5 day weekend thanks to teachers' convention and Veterans' Day. But I guess I'm really the lucky one because I get to see him for a few days. And yesterday I got a call from another one of my awesome friends in Chicago who wants to come visit in December. Between that and the fact that the weather has turned absolutely gorgeous, I'm starting to see a few of the benefits of living down here in Florida. Except for the fact that I'm broke all the time. But then again, how many of you can say that you went to the beach last weekend? That's what I thought. So there. Ok...have to finish cleaning and then I have to put gas in my car (thank god...

Ok, so October rolled around and the heat finally broke (kinda) and things were really quiet out in the tropics. I won't say that I was lulled into a false sense of security, but I'll admit that I wasn't as vigilant about checking on the weather as I originally was. I mean, it got really boring to go onto the NHC website and see nothing but boring little disturbances that fizzled out quickly, or, even worse (or better), nothing. So of course I didn't think anything of yet another area #1 out somewhere in the Atlantic that had, as the website said, little chance of development. Conversation with my sister yesterday: Sis: There's a riptide warning issued for the beaches today. Me: Well, makes sense, it's really windy out today. Sis: They said it's due to TD #(I don't remember what number it was). Me: TD # What? When the hell did that happen? Sis: My bad...it's actually a tropical storm now. Tropical Storm Noel. Me: Well, where's it headed? Sis: Umm...

I have a love/hate relationship with air travel, as most people do nowadays. It's bad enough that I got violated on my airfare because I had to fly on short notice (nearly twice as much as I would have paid if I bought my ticket an extra week in advance). But has anyone else experienced the same type of wretchedness that comes with flying today? In the 2 years after 9/11 that I had to travel by air, I was "randomly searched" by airport security on nearly half of my flights - the locations of such occurences were the following: -Kansas City -St. Louis (on the connecting flight from KCI to LaGuardia) -Ft. Lauderdale -London Honestly...the only one that made sense was London. And that was the most blatant example of racial profiling that I had been subjected to - only brown people were pulled aside before getting on that plane. After the searches died down (have not been subjected to one since London), I then had to deal with delays. The one (and only) time I flew out of Phi...

Attention: Perez Hilton is a fat wretched queen. I repeat - Perez Hilton is a fat wretched queen. Yes, we're all guilty of indulging in our celebrity gossip, and we all have the right to say whatever we want, but Perez is just a fat wretched queen who honestly has no business saying half of the crap that he says about people. Honestly, have you seen a picture of that ghastly 'mo? That is all.

Quiet apartment. But not for long...almost time for Hotel Babylon on BBC America. I've decided that if I ever end up moving back to NJ, I'll have to go somewhere that has Comcast. Simply because Cablevision doesn't carry BBC America, and I have determined that I simply cannot live without that channel. Gotta go, time for the show!

So I finally got a response from the retards at Hotmail - everything is gone forever and ever amen. I hate them. So, if you thought my Hotmail was the only way to get in touch with me and you've sent me something recently, you should resend it ASAP because I will be cancelling that account soon. Mircrosoft sux big time. That is all.

As we all know, today is September 11th, and this blog wouldn't be my blog if I didn't at least take a moment to remember the events of the day and reflect on where it has brought us. The loyal readers (all 3 or so of you) may remember that this crazy little project began six years ago on September 10, 2001, when I finally got everything to work and made my first mark on the blogosphere. I had no idea, just like everyone else in the world had no idea, that it would be so important to the story of my life. My accounts over the next few days, like so many other accounts, captured the fear and anger and sadness and confusion and the entire spectrum of feelings that we all went through at one point or another as we tried to wrap our heads around what had just happened to our world. As someone who had rarely let herself be affected by the world around her with the exception of rare events here and there, this was huge. My adopted city - the center of the universe, as far as I saw it...

...but that's what happens when you're broke because things like a computer and food and gas are more important that going out and doing interesting things. Like going out and purchasing a BB gun so I can destroy the monster bug that attacks our screened patio every night. Since it's outside and we're on the 2nd floor, I'd have to kill it from the outside. Hence, the BB gun. And night vision goggles. Actually...I'd just need enough gardening equipment to rip up the sprinklers behind my building. Huh? Yeah...I just went onto the patio to try and get a look at the offending creature (so I'd know what size shot to use). There is no monster bug attacking our patio. It is a sprinkler that hits a tree and the back of the building over and over and over again. I don't know whether to be irritated over the fact that this is something that I cannot control or be embarassed to admit that I thought a gigantic killer insect was determined to bust into my screened pa...

The author of one of my all time favorite books, Madeleine L'Engle, passed away yesterday at the age of 88. The New York Times has a really nice obit written up, if you're interested. I thought it was pretty cool that she didn't take any science courses in college but she later on was able to work amazing scientific theories into her stories. "A Wrinkle In Time," like I said before, is definitely on my top 25 list somewhere of my favorites. I still have my battered copy from sixth grade on my bookshelf, along with "A Wind in the Door," and I know I've read at least two or three of her other books. I think I re-read "Wrinkle" as recently as last year - hence the reason why it's so beat up. Years and years of re-reading an old favorite. I guess that's all I really have to say...it's always sad to hear that someone has passed, especially when it's tied to something you really love. We lost two great ones this week: Ms. L'En...

The score of the Louisville-Mid Tenn game is out of control right now. Acutally, it's sad. Oh well, time for "real" NFL football, courtesy of the Colts and the Saints. Since the Colts beat the Bears in the Superbowl back in January, I am rooting for the Saints. Yeah, football!!!

I logged into my sporadically used Hotmail account today and saw that my account had been automatically upgraded. Inbox: 0 messages Saved: 0 messages Contacts: none My account has been completely wiped. OMFG. I had that account for like 4 years and I know somewhere along the way I am going to find out that I had something important in there and I may never be able to retrieve it. Does anyone know of a 800 number to call so I can kick someone's ass (verbally)? I can't even pull up old messages or e-mails and let people know that I have a newer address. I am so bugging out right now...I think I might even be slightly nauseous. I can't believe this. Someone had better get back to me with answers. And my f-ing e-mails and contacts!!!!

Thank god for awesome parents. They fronted the cash for my new computer...which I will be paying back on a monthly basis. For a long time. (Money's tight, remember?) Needless to say, this machine has an extended warranty on it as well. No more getting screwed by the man. You hear that, Apple? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, I'm puttin' a foot up your ass! Otherwise...all is well, I suppose. Rutgers moved up one in the rankings this week, putting them at #15 while heading into their match up with Army tomorrow night. (Or is it Navy? I can't remember and don't feel like Googling it. I don't have an updated schedule widget either.) The weather is typical...freakin' hot with a 40% chance of thunderstorms. Every day. Hurricane Felix passed well to the south of us, but we're keeping an eye on another system to the east that's trying to organize and start something. Work is hard but productive. Except when I'm condemning my predecessor to a ...

...who has so graciously given me one hour of internet time, of which I only have 26 minutes left. I was shopping for a new computer. Yes, a new one. Yes, the shiny new laptop that I so cherished and exalted one Christmas morning is now nothing more than a glorified, 6 pound, $1500 paperweight. All thanks to a bad logic board (or motherboard, for you PC people out there). In other words (for the non-technologically inclined), my computer experienced brain-death about a week ago. And get this: Even though Apple knows that there's been a problem with the logic boards, they refuse to replace them because the problem has occured once all the computers are so conveniently out of warranty. Essentially, the consumer gets screwed by someone's cost/benefit analysis. Grrrrrr... So I have to buy a new computer. Which is not fun, considering that a new one will cost more than what I make in a month, and my budget has already shrunk considerably. I'm seriously considering cancelling my...

So far, so good (for South Florida, at least). Hurricane Dean - Category 2 14.1 N 58.7 W Moving W @ 25 mph Max sustained winds 100mph That's the 11 pm update, and almost all the computer models are showing that the storm will be of little, if any threat to my neck of the woods. So if anyone was trying to panic, there's no need. Everything's good down here for now...but there's still over 100 days left in hurricane season, so there's no time to rest easy. Constant vigilance! The parentals are down visiting for the weekend, so Dean will prolly have run its course by the time I'm back here. My computer's condition is worsening every day, so I might be out of commission for a while. Especially since I don't have enough time to blog at my super cool top secret job. Laters...

Aight, just so no one gets worried, I'll do my best to update y'all on the storm action down here so you know whether to freak out or not. Also: my computer is trying to die on me, so I'll do my best to not put it out of its misery. Anyway: Tropical Storm Dean 11.6 N 41W at 5pm eastern Moving west 21mph Max sustained winds 40mph Right now, it's nothing major for anyone to worry about. I'm just keeping an eye on it (rather excitedly, actually) and seeing what this guy decides to do. But he's a creeping along. Repeat: do not panic yet. I will do the panicking when it's necessary. Just letting everyone know that all is well for now.

I secured a job on Friday, provided that I pass the classic "pee in this cup and prove that you don't do drugs" test. Which is not a problem. I start training on Tuesday, then I go full time and start running shit next Monday. I'm really excited about the new gig, which is good considering that I'm taking a flippin' huge cut in pay. But there's a lot of opportunities that await me (and a promised increase to my quoted minimum salary by Christmas), so I can't complain. I really wish that I could tell y'all exactly what I'm doing. But since it's a fairly new enterprise and we only have one other competitor that we know of right now, I am choosing not to divulge too much information in the interest of...well...keeping my future looking as bright as possible. I mean, it's not like I've ever been totally forthcoming with the details of any of my jobs (with the exception of The Cheesecake Factory aka The Evil Place), so it's not like ...

Right now I'm taking a breather from de-ickifying our futon. I'll explain. When we packed up everything to move down here, we didn't put any type of covering on the futon mattress. Hence, it picked up all of the dust and other icky stuff that was in the truck and probably collected stuff on its many-hundred-mile journey down here. That's not good for someone who's allergic to practically everything under the sun. When my sister and I got the futon set up down here, though, we didn't clean it off or anything...just slapped the cover on it and we were good to go. However, I did notice that my nose would get all stuffy whenever I sat on it. Fast forward to Monday night. I took the blanket that had been living on said futon for two weeks and dragged it to bed with me because I was chilly. I woke up at 3:30 in the morning coughing and wheezing. After about 15 minutes, I figured that I was reacting to the blanket, so I threw it back into the living room. However, the ...

I am so over unpacking even though I still have lots to do. Went to a temp agency today to interview and hopefully start working soon. But I found out about the train system down here, and I think it will allow me to run around Miami for next to nothing...at least it's next to nothing compared to NJ Transit prices. I'm stoked...that will give me something to do instead of wasting away here in a half unpacked apartment by myself. And I can't go to the mall because I can't really spend any money. Hmmmmm... Maybe I'll go to Barnes and Noble to scope out books about the area. That will allow me to plan an itinerary on stuff to do this weekend. And this week. Until I get a job. Yeah, I think that's what I'm gonna do. It's better than playing Guitar Hero till my arm falls off. So, order of business. 1. Read the Times online because that's what I always do. 2. Go to Barnes and Noble. 3. Come home and wait for my sister to make me some damn dinner! (hee hee....

Not like I'm trying to freak anyone out or anything. I think I've found the one place on the planet that could actually be more bizarre than Jersey. Welcome to South Florida. Right now I'm just getting used to making left turns and u-turns almost anywhere the hell I want to. Additionally, I think it will take a while for me to get over being able to buy beer at the Super Target. However, I have yet to see a liquor store. Except for in the not-so-safe looking parts that I've driven through so far. They come up out of nowhere. You're just driving along...doo-de-doo-de-dooo...then all of a sudden you're there: liquor store, pawn shop, check cashing, storefront church, liquor store, chicken shack, pawn shop, repeat. And you're like, "Oh crap, I'm in the ghetto!" But before you have a chance to lock the doors, you're back in safe territory again. They have houses down here that look just like the ones on Cops. That's kinda scary. And in down...

Exactly a week from now, I'll be on a train and waiting to wrap up a 17+ hour journey that will take me to my new home in Florida. The reality is starting to sink in, and it's very strange. I'm really really excited, of course, but I wish I could just be there already and get the rest of this over with. I still have to organize the rest of my boxes, make sure they're all packed, arrange the utility set ups, shred old mail, wash just about every piece of clothing I own, say goodbye to my friends, finish work, buy and ship a birthday present to someone, let some people know that I'm moving (some people still don't know!), clean out my car... It's a lot to do. I'm moving to Florida. As soon as I get down there, I have to get a job. That should be fun. But I'm also looking forward to the fun stuff: Disney World, Yankees spring training, the Keys, the Bahamas, shopping, golf lessons, and relearning Spanish. Among other things. Well, just checking in and t...

Die, you scumbag, die. Die.Die.Die.Die.Die.Die.Die.Die.Die. I hate you and you will get your comeuppance one day. Yes, your uppance will come. You try digging through all these dusty old file and try to find pointless information and then be told that you didn't record enough stuff down and you have to go back through the files. Now. And by the way, you have to finish the f-ing write ups too. Now. I soooo should just leave effective this Thursday, but I need the money. I hope you get what you deserve, you moronic excuse for a VP. Grrrrrrr. Now I feel a little bit better.

If I wasn't already leaving this stupid job, I would quit. Today. I hate my boss and I want to punch him in the face and throw a knee to his balls. But he doesn't have any. He's a spineless bastard and I hate him and I can't wait until I leave here and I hope we don't find someone else to take over the position so he'll end up curled up under his desk in the fetal position crying because he doesn't know what to do with himself and his head's about to explode and that's what he deserves because karma's a fucking bitch. Making me try to write these stupid write ups about sites that I know nothing about, then flipping the script and telling me to fill out a different form after I've been spending all this time on these f-ing write ups (in between reading the news and other stuff) just pisses me off because I have wasted my time on stupid crap. ::deep breath:: I feel better now. I just needed to vent.

It's a little too warm in my room. It's also almost too quiet, but I don't want to turn on the AC because it would be too loud. I came home to a house with almost all the f-ing lights on, and I was mad. Then I realized that there's no point in lecturing...I'm leaving here in a few days. So now I'm just waiting for my brain to slow down and be quiet...which it never will be, but I need it to be. My stomach was all messed up last week. It was fine this weekend, now it's all messed up again. I think I know why. I don't want to admit it, but I know why. But I could be wrong. My half empty room is still a disaster and it has to be cleared out by Thursday night. But when I got home every night last week...I was too exhausted to do anything. My brain won't slow down and my stomach won't settle...and it's too damn quiet in here. I'll just take a deep breath and try to find something to calm me down.

Ok, time for the reveal of the big mystery from the last blog: I'm moving to Florida. Yes. Florida. It's a long story. Something that I was going to explain now. But my stomach is messed up and I am tired and slightly cranky, and typing in a position that will give me carpal tunnel. But I had to break the news. More when I have time...too busy packing and all that jazz. Peace out.

Earlier this year I said that 2007 was gonna be a big year. Later I said that it was going to be big, but I didn't realize how big it was going to get. Now it's freakishly huge. But I can't announce it to the Blogosphere yet. There's people who I still have to call and stuff because I know they'd be pissed if they heard it from my blog as opposed to hearing it from me directly. Yes, I know that you want to hear the good news, and you're always waiting with baited breath for a new post from me and that you'll just die if you don't find out what's going on. ("I'll just die if I don't get this recipe." Saw the original Stepford Wives movie last night. It was a lot lamer than I expected it to be. Why do movies from the 70's suck until the very end?) Ok, so I'm totally overestimating your interest in my random bitchings and what not. But I can't say anything yet. I want to, but I can't yet. Ooooooohhhh, I'm so excited...

The beginning of the end has arrived here at my job. My boss (and everyone else here) finally got what they wanted, and they went and fired our director of construction. This morning. As opposed to Friday. Bastards. He's a good guy, the now former director of construction. He knows how to get stores built, how to deal with the people that were actually doing the construction, and when to bust some balls and get the job done. He's a realist - a pragmatist. He has a great sense of humor. But mostly, he's the right guy for the job. Unfortunately, every decision he's ever made has been scrutinized and challenged and criticized by people who don't have a fucking clue about the work that he does. He is not a "yes man," bowing and scraping to the powers that be. If something ain't gonna work, he'll tell you in no uncertain terms that it ain't gonna work. And because my boss is a spineless sniveling ignorant piece of crap who looks dumber and dumber ev...

I feel like Bloo in any given episode of Foster's Home . Every possible thing that I could be doing right now is too boring to do. I'm essentially putzing about the internet and incessantly looking at the clock. 2 more hours...that's it. Just two more flippin hours... I am ready to go out and do some shopping (yeah friends and family hook up coupons!) and maybe get my nails done and play some more Guitar Hero and just be free from this place for 3 days. Tomorrow is going to be a most awesome day. It's going to be me, my sister (finally done with her exams and done with college!), Guitar Hero, the Wii...and a bottomless pitcher of margaritas. I. Can't. Wait. I've been looking forward to General Drunken Silliness day for about 2 months now. The job hunt continues and is still very difficult. And discouraging. But I'm keeping at it...it will have to get better. Soon.

Not even the fact that Thursday means "Loaf on the couch and watch awesomest shows ever" can lift my spirits enough to get out of the fact that I still have one more day of work to go. Bugger it all, is what I say. So I managed to hold myself together at Shoestring until the very end when the last show was over. I lost it for a little bit, but came through ok. I miss all of them already, and it hasn't even been a week yet! Today is a quiet and boring day. "El jefe" is out of the office, hence the quiet. My job is boring, hence the boring. So I'm killing time here before going back to the NY Times and surfing about. Dammit, it really feels like today should be Friday! Even after full well knowing that last night was karaoke night, I still feel that I'm not going to work tomorrow because it will be Saturday. Hmmm...anything soap-opera-y going on right now....(thinking)... Oh! The Real World: Bayshore Edition Season 2 is nearing its end and I won't be r...

Mad props and respect to Sondheim for today's title. It popped into my head today whilst I was viewing pictures from the Kentucky Derby. All hat pictures. Is one required to wear a hat at the Derby? I only pose this question so that in the event I actually achieve my post-grad goal of winning the lottery and living as a dilettante for the rest of my days, I'll be properly attired for an outing at Churchill Downs. Despite all of the nasty (understatement) history that's associated with the South, nothing would thrill me more than wearing a silly hat and drinking a mint julep at the Derby. Because I can. Or will. Eventually. Hopefully. My current goal is to send out at least one resume a day until I have a new job. While my current job is nowhere close to the atrocities suffered at MoMis or The Evil Place (see summers of 2005 and 2004 respectively as I have neither the time nor the patience to provide proper linkage), it is verging on an appropriate nickname. "The Office...

That's where I'm at today with work and this job. I'm over it. Can you believe that they're playing "Pin the Tail on the Donkey" in the break room right now? It's part of the Cinco de Mayo "fiesta" they're having. Maybe I'll go grab a virgin margarita, take it out back and spike it. That will make getting through today easier. Why are weekends so short? We're 1/3 done with the run of Shoestring and I haven't cried yet. I'll probably lose it at the cast party. Man, I hate it when they do events at work with free food. People always encourage you to eat. I never want to. Cheesy office events drvive me nuts. They feel so forced. We had a Superbowl "party" and a March Madness "shootout." I quote these simply to highlight the ultimate cheese factor and fakenosity of it all. It's Friday. I'll make up words if I want to, dammit. Oh well, the new job search continues. I think I'll take lunch early. ROTF...

I...am exhausted. Did the preview of the Shoestring show today, mostly while breathing through one nostril and suppressing my coughs as best I could. I've been struck down with a nasty case of allergic rhinitis, which feels like a sinus infection but it's not. I went home early from work on Thursday and called out on Friday. I have a doctor's note that will allow me to stay home on Monday, if need be. But I'm feeling a lot better than I did two days ago, so I'll probably be back on Monday. Good glory, this is totally boring and mundane. The Passion of the Wii continues here at the Bungalow. I had lots of free time yesterday, and I spent most of it playing Super Paper Mario. It is a wicked awesome game. It's a perfect blend of the side scrolling classic and interesting RPG. I heart this game. I will admit that I cheat sometimes and find a walk-through online to help me when I'm stuck, but I only do that so I don't get so frustrated with the game that I wa...

...seems like the Supreme Court took advantage of the Va. Tech tragedy to make their official decision on "partial-birth abortions." (I use quotation because there is no such medical term as a partial-birth abortion. It was penned by the anti-abortionists.) The procedure has been officially banned, and there is no allowance for an instance where the procedure would be medically necessary. I am pissed. Honestly, people need to realize that the government should not be dictating what I can choose to do to my body. The decisions I make should be my own, and between me and my doctor (and my family, when applicable). Some right-wing, red state, Confederate-flying redneck from West Bumblefuck does not get to tell me whether or not I can have an abortion. They can disagree with it. By all means, call me whatever you want, but you don't get to make the decision, and you shouldn't influence the people who make the the laws that control that decision. For a while I had been jok...

When they say that history repeats itself, they weren't kidding. My mom called me yesterday morning from her walk-in closet. She was going through a bunch of stuff and found an old fanny pack with ticket stubs and a receipt for funnel cakes from Great Adventure back in 1998. That made her realize that we've been living back in NJ for almost ten years now. We're on the phone reminiscing about old times, not so long ago, while Virginia Tech was in a state of chaos not unlike the happenings of eight years ago in Columbine. At that same time, the Raritan River was wreaking havoc on a town no more than ten minutes away from my parents' house and another city no more than ten minutes from my job, in a disaster similar to the flooding of '99, eight years ago, after Hurricane Floyd. While the these disconnected things happened at different times, in different years, it just feels strange to me how two years of my life (1998-1999) were ones of personal upheaval while things ...

...pissed off. Frustrated. Irritated. Hating my job. Congested. Tired. Not wanting to be here. The bright side is that today is Wednesday. And I have already decided what I want for lunch. Two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches from P.B. Loco, aka the best peanut butter and jelly cafe concept that I have ever seen . I'm getting two sandwiches because I have a buy one get one free coupon. But work, yeah, it sucks today. A lot. Without going into tons of detail - I'm essentially fighting with a person at a different company because they owe us money but they have all these stipulations attached with giving it to us. Which has had me e-mailing and calling our contractor back and forth for over a month now, trying to get all of this straightened out, while the CFO keeps breathing down my back about it and my boss uses a tone with me that I don't like. Like he knows that I'm not incompetent, but he has no other choice but to speak to me like I am because he feels that's ...

... I want to say wanton. In the sense of the word meaning, in my particular emotional context, spoiled, carefree, lack of regard for authority. The now archaic or defunct definition of the word, as opposed to its current definition, lewd, lascivious, unchaste. The idea that the current definition does not apply to me, however, can be challenged. I digress. :) I guess the word comes to mind in its Shakespearean context, in reference to Juliet's behavior throughout the play. That whole "damn the world" attitude. Petulant. That's a better word. Sitting here working and looking like I care on the outside while inside there's a right wretched Veruca Salt-esque person who is throwing the ultimate shit fit because she is not happy. My inner Veruca does not want to be here at all. But I manage to function anyway. The inner Veruca, while bitching and kicking up a storm right now, knows that she will eventually get her way. In four or five days, it will be ok again. Monda...

Who am I kidding? It's Friday! Haaaayyy! So here I sit after an early lunch, with soy sauce splattered on my beloved (yet bootleg from Target) Rutgers hoodie. I might have to ban myself from eating sushi at my desk. I dropped a Philly roll into a practically full mini-cup of soy sauce, and it went "sploosh!" On my hoodie, my jeans, my monitor, my keyboard... ...and my face. Yeah...I'm a genius. In other news... I recently acquired a Nintendo Wii. That's right, bitches. I am automatically cooler than you. (Unless you also have a Wii.) I was prepared to shell out my $250 for the system (my preciously hoarded $100 from X-mas came in handy here). I was prepared to wake up at the crack of dawn on a Sunday morning and wait in the freezing cold for it. I was prepared for the afternoon spent looking for a Virtual Console controller. I was prepared to buy the extra controller and nunchuk. I was prepared for the sore muscles after a hardcore Wii Sports session. I was not pr...

Mother Nature, you are such an evil tease. Last week, the temperature got up to a blissfully needed 80 degrees. Two days later we had a wretched ice storm that sent me home early from work and kept my sister at Newark Airport for an entire day. She actually managed to get on a plane, but the de-icing process was taking so long that the airport shut down before they could hit the runway. Today the temp is hovering just around 60, and remnant of last week's storm are still around to remind us that it may technically be spring, but we're not out of the woods yet. Not until May. But the next week looks rather springy, temps in the 50's. Even though we had a relatively mild winter, February was a bitch and I'm sooo over winter. I'm ready to go ahead and start battling the pollen of spring. It makes it easier to space out on stuff because I have my allergy meds to blame and I'll just look generally miserable for about two months. But spring in NYC isn't all that b...

Immediately. Right now, I want to be somewhere under an umbrella in a lounge chair with big ass sunglasses on, a good book to read, chill music on my iPod, and someone is regularly bringing me fruity cocktails with the umbrellas in them. And I do mean regularly. No bitching roommates, no bitching co-workers/bosses, no fluorescent lighting (i keep thinking I have grey hair), no dirty dishes, no threat of catching a stomach virus, no ice, snow, or sleet, no sweaters, no well loved Princess Leia boots with a big ass hole on the top of the foot, no headaches, no dry air (and consequently dry skin), no Shoestring, no driving...none of it. And I can watch American Idol whenever I want, because if it hadn't been for me we wouldn't have a DVR in the first place, dammit. I am so over (almost) everything right now, I really am. I spend Monday-Thursday wishing it would hurry up and be Friday already. Then as soon as I get out of work on Friday, I'm running all over the place having a ...

...or it's about to, because I am about to make a statement that is rather uncharacteristic of me. Especially if you've been reading this blog over the years and know my disposition towards celebrities. Here goes... I sympathize with Britney Spears. I truly do. To be in enough distress to take clippers to your head and go the Sinead O'Connor route means you're serious. Yes, I know that even I am guilty of ripping on Britney. But humor me for a moment and try to take a walk in her shoes. For over ten years, she's been packaged and managed within an inch of her life. She's had a whole army of parents and agents and managers and label reps and trainers and stylists and PR people telling her where to go, what to do, and who to be. Practically every waking moment has been tracked by the paparazzi, and everything gets printed in the tabloids the next day. She couldn't hang out at the mall with her friends. She couldn't go to football games on Friday nights. Sh...

...reports that Barbaro, the horse that was seriously injured in the Preakness last year, was put down this morning after complications following another surgery. As eulogies abound across the Internet, I shall go against the grain (at the risk of sounding extremely cruel): It was a flippin' horse. Get over it. It should have been put out of its misery months ago. People had raised 1.2 million dollars for that freaking horse to help pay for all of the operations and equipment that it would need. We have sports writers eulogizing a freaking horse while we're losing American soldiers, human beings, every day in Iraq. But then again, in a country where dogs were saved before humans in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, I'm sadly not surprised. Trust me. I don't hate animals. I sometimes talk to my cat as if it were human. But I know it's just a cat. But honestly, people. Let's move on quickly from this. Barbaro was a horse . It was in pain. Let it go, and don'...

Yes, boys and girls, today's my birthday and I'm 24 years old. That sounds overwhelmingly old and young at the same time, if that makes any sense. A near quarter-century on Earth is overwhelmingly long and short at the same time. I mean, when I was born, there was no widespread and (relatively) inexpensive use of the following: -Cable TV -Home computers -The Internet -Cell phones -Digital cameras -Portable video game systems -Cordless telephones -iPods A few weeks before I was born, federal regulation of airline fares ended. The American video game crash happened in 1983, and 24 years later, all I want is a Nintendo Wii. People listened to records, MTV was not a household name, and can we talk about the clothes? Let's not. Although we hold so much nostalgia for the 80's, we really can't say much for the fashion. But in the grand scheme of things, 24 years is not a long time. I guess that's a good thing. I shouldn't be so worried about my age, because honestl...

...to research shoes anymore. As part of a project for work, I've been researching the price ranges on different brands and lines of shoes in order to find the best breakdown of Bargain, Moderate, High-End, and Luxury shoes. I was cruising the Nordstrom website (cause they always have fabulous shoes), and I saw them: Michael Kors suede slingbacks. In chocolate and black. *drool* and *sigh* My inner shoe diva has been reawakened, and I have fallen in love with these beautiful, beautiful shoes. They are sooooo worth the - *gulp* - $130 price tag. Honestly, in the grand scope of shoe prices, they aren't bad at all. I. Want. Those. Shoes. It's settled. I must win the lottery or marry a very rich man. (Or I could take my Christmas money with a little extra from my own piggy bank and buy them. Or wait until after the first week of Shoestring rehearsals. But I can't use my credit card.) I don't even care that I have no reason to buy these shoes being as that I rarely have ...

Today does not feel like 2007. Maybe because it was 57 degrees outside when I went on my lunch break. Or maybe it's because I spent the first 33 1/2 hours of the new year on the couch, wallowing in self pity. Either way, it feels more like 13/4/2006 instead of 1/4/2007. I am very tired. Probably more emotional drainage than anything else. Additionally, last night was Wednesday, which meant I was out at the bar with my boys doing the karaoke thing. Now I am 2 weeks away from my birthday, and I have no idea what I want to do for it. I am also getting impatient over not having snow. No, you are not hallucinating. Generally, I am a true hater of all things winter. My philosophy on snow has recently been that if it doesn't snow hard enough for me to get the day off of work, then it's not worth it. But I want to go snowboarding. Again, not a hallucination. I did try skiing about 9 years ago (geez louise, that's a long time ago!), and it wasn't exactly my cup of tea. But I...