May 31, 2005
Thing was I never really wanted to leave school/work for summer break. When I would come back, I had a sense of direction about me. After missing people for 3 months I came back confident and aloof.
One of my old room-mates during a crisis situation woke up one day and said, “ I am leaving for 6 months. No one shall know where I am except my family and a few friends, I just need to leave.” She did.
I still don’t know where the hell she is.
May 25, 2005
In this day of blogs leading to a murderer’s arrest, and, well, electronic friendships , it’s easy for techno-savvy gals like me (us) to forget the way things USED to be done. Like, actually remembering phone numbers, or, GASP!, physically writing someone a note.
I had a rather cute reality check yesterday when the elder statesman of the department I worked in, who has worked at this radio station for 30+ years, asked “If someone needs something e-mailed to them…how’s that work?” As if e-mailing required a Shaman and some mouse toe-nails.
It reminds me of the time I was working in the Student Activiites & Leadership office, typing up purchase orders on a typewriter, when James Toscano of WODU (and my Media Law & Policy class) fame, came to bullshit with me, and queried for all to hear, “WHO, in 2001, uses a TYPEWRITER!?!” with such disdain it would make Simon Cowell blush.
The odd thing was I’d always be the hanger upper. Mr (Ms) Anonymous would seemingly take whatever harsh reprimands I would dish out. In the time during the weird phone calls I started leaving house phone off the hook after 11. Whoever the calls were for; me or my room-mates - if they could not form conversation none of us needed to validate their efforts by answering phone.
Potential phone call theories emerged: a neighborhood stalker (wait this isn’t Wysteria lane), a wronged club guy, an estranged friend, a MIA father or even a crazy telemarketer. All of these became options.
It was making me paranoid to the extent that when I went running around my neighborhood I carried my mini pepper spray in pocket with piercing alarm key chain around neck. Which might not be in my best interest either, me falling on alarm and then spraying self in the face ALA Bridget Jones.
I doubt my phone person reads the blog now if ever, but my whole point is this if you are watching someone odds are they are/can watch you too.
May 24, 2005
May 23, 2005
May 20, 2005
Thoughts so far though?
May 18, 2005
Enter the Britney & Cletus Show.
I figured I’d have TiVo grab it, and see what all this shakily-shot kerfluffle was about. But alas! When I went to watch it, I got multi-colored squiggly lines. Turns out, UPN was one of the channels different in my new domicile. As it was only halfway through the show, I handily found the correct channel and thus began the process of my brain rapidly liquefying.
You see, my TiVo, being the amazing machine that it is, was not simply mixed up on the channel front, it KNEW that I could not possibly want to watch this show. My TiVo knows that I am a woman of sophisticated tastes, a woman who enjoys high art, and one who basks daily in only the most intellectually stimulating of programs. Thus my Days of Our Lives & Best Week Ever season passes.
Rather than longwindedly expounding upon everything that struck me about this show, here’s my two main observations:
1) Britney seems to be suffering from some off-shoot of whatever fucked-up mental condition Michael Jackson has. She seriously has the emotional IQ of a 13 year old girl.
2) Kevin Federline looks like he could use a good scrubbin’. In one scene he’s in the shower and he STILL looks dirty.
May 16, 2005
I’ve been added to the “missing persons” list at the Y. If someone “finds me” and brings me back they will be awarded a free month of exercise. So if any of you guys want a free month (that are already members) come get me! But it won’t be easy, it’s pretty outside and I’m lazy!!
Rather than doing something to enrich my life in some manner:
I watched an entire episode of Desperate Housewives last night. It’s maybe the second one I’ve seen since the show started, so I’m really clueless as to what’s going on. Although, it’s also the first time I’ve watched ABC since the wonderful world of Disney showed Mr. Boogity so it’s a little weird to watch a show there that features boners at a put put golf course. Grays Anatomy isn’t bad either. The doctors there aren’t ER doctors. I don’t think they care about the patients (at all) as much as they care about their hair stylings. Next weeks episode is about an STD outbreak that has spread AMONGST THE DOCTORS. You won’t be seeing me at that hospital.
May 11, 2005
So the question I'm posing is what food achieves the S-Curve Poo?
And DO YOU LOOK?
May 5, 2005
While I've always enjoyed this occurence, I found out today that when it comes to office politics, it can be a real pain in the balls.
I was asked to put out a memo about a birthday party we're having tommorow morning for one of my co-workers, we'll call her "Meth". I asked before sending out said memo if it was anyone elses' birthday, and was told, "No, just Meth". Voila, memo! Complete with clipart cake. Cheery, right? Morale booster? You'd think so.
After I'd actually printed out all the happy birthday cake memos and hand delivered them to everyone, I was, as my mommy likes to say, "called on the carpet". I was told to take back all the memos I'd already distributed, and to produce a new memo. Rather than go into that conversation, I'll just let you read the second memo (which came with the above pic):
From: Carol Ann
Re: May Birthdays
As an amendment to the previous memo about tomorrowâs birthday celebration at 10am in the conference room, I want to make it clear that the party is not just for Meth, Meth just happens to be the only person with a birthday in May. Hence, my blunder in saying the party was just for her. It is but it isnât.
Thanks for your patience, and please come anyway!
May 2, 2005
Well, with the caveat that we would stay here while Bax gets his master's because the program is only offered here. Normally, I would just think this is a stalling measure, but he really wants the degree, and he is even studying for the GRE. Plus, he even admitted today, on his own, that this place is not the place where we can afford to live for the rest of our lives. It sucks that it will be so long before we can move back, but at least I have it to look forward to!
We have settled on Virginia Beach. Countdown to 2008.