Ok, so this is just a random obligatory happy new years entry. I’m hoping my boss will let us leave early - but I’ve not got my hopes up.
Before I forget, you may have seen a rather goofy, almost ghey even, picture of my roomate. Well, just in case you forgot, here’s a more recent pic of Ryan.
I know he’ll appreciate this. And you can thank Furious Jessy for that one.
Ok so back to the new years talk.
I have to go buy a new outfit for tonight. Yesterday you probably read about the shopping fiasco, so today I’m going to try and find something. The basic plan is to hit Grapevine Mills. Because it’s big and touristy and I’m hoping Charlotte Russe has something for me. However, if my boss decides to be benevolent, and let us leave early - I’m thinking I want to go in search of a mall with Wet Seal (Galleria perhaps). But I may rely on Amy, of FHB fame, for mall recommendations, since she is far more of a Dallasite than I am, and much more versed in the mall shopping skills.
So my entire NYE wardrobe is dependant on my boss. I seriously doubt the misogynistic bastard would have any sympathy for my shopping needs.
Our plan tonight is to go out - probably Greenville, and look for fun or trouble, whichever comes first. We may seek out one of Amy’s Friendsters while were down there. Another plan is to hit Deep Ellum and check out Club One. It’s a gay and lesbian club, but I hear it’s tons o fun, and not at all strictly alternative life styles. I’m just curious about it. Of course we can try it another time, so I’m not pressing it. I think Greenville will be a nice change of pace. And as I said before, Amy’s the one who’s got it goin on.
Enough randomness.
While browsing through the DFWblogs website and being rather perturbed by the fact that the top several blogs listed (supposedly by most recent posts) hadn’t been updated in 6 months or more, I ran across someone who referred to this site: FUH2.
I’m really not some sort of tree-hugging ubber environmentalist or anything, but I cannot fathom the rationale behind wanting to own a Hummer or H2. I admitidly own a car that is more for show than for the economics (2001 Convertable Mustang GT), so perhaps I’m being a bit hypocritical here. But seriously people…the H2 is just rediculous. They’re too big, no one is ever going to take their H2 off road (the H2, unlike the original Hummer, has a minivan base and would get torn up on any non Urban terrain, see this for an amusing example of the H2 Offroad), the sole purpse of the Hummer is status. You can’t tell me the things have an amazing ride, or great acceleration. At least Cadillac beasts and minivans have smooth rides, and sporty cars are great for their acceleration. Tell me one thing the Hummer has other than status that makes it so great. Roomey you say? Yeah, show me a hummer on the highway that even uses the back seat. I can honostly say I’ve never seen an H2 with more than just a driver in it. Not even one carrying cargo. If you’ve got all that money to spare and think you need an H2 to carry all your cargo when you go on your weekend camping/skiing/hiking/rock climbing getaways, great - but buy a smaller car for driving too and from work. Otherwise you’re just showing it off.
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I’m really trying. Honostly. Only five more days till my birthday. Yay.
This is just so incredibly difficult this year. I’m pretty sure this job will lead to my untimely death. So if you find me dead, and it’s rather untimely - you can blame this crapass job.
It’s also sapping me of my creativity.
jessy reminded me today that I have a hot boyfriend and roomate. Not that I necessarily needed reminding, just that sometimes we forget to count our blessings. Right now that’s about as far as I can get though. See Channel-Zero for the latest destruction of the house updates. Dogs are very unhappy about it too, since they can’t run around the house at will like they’re used too. Things should be back to normal sometime next year though. That’s one of the small pleasures in life. On the last week of the year, you can say next year, when you really mean next week. Or even the day after tomorrow. See, told you I was trying.
It’s quite a struggle hauling myself out of this trench of a mood I’ve been in this week. And this week so far is only just over a day old. Ugh.
Last night I went shopping in hopes of lifting my spirits. But that turned into a miserable failure. The store I was hoping to shop at (the Wet Seal) is no longer at Irving Mall, and has been replaced by Wave. Which when roughly translated means, ‘we don’t serve no stinkin’ gringa chicas’. They had a great pair of boots, but they don’t carry many in the size ’sasqwatch’. Only one pair actually, and the inner lining of the souls on both boots were all twisted and rolled up at the toe. I thought maybe they’d sell the pair to me at a discount, and just as I went up to the register to find out, I discovered that one of the eyelets was broken too. Then I decided I didn’t need the boots after all, and got my white ass out of there and down to Hot Topic and Gadzooks where I belonged. But the selection at both stores were dismal.
My new plan is to go to the touristy Grapevine Mills after work tomorrow, to find a dress to wear out new years eve.
I’m just about ready to give up on celebrating the new year all together, though. The fates may be telling me to hole myself up in the house until I’m in their better graces. I’m not entirely sure what i did to piss them off, but I have a bad feeling it may have something to do with making my mother cry. (see previous post).
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This may very well be the most painfull Monday of my life to date.
I can’t even muster the energy to provide a decent blog.
Brief summary of christmas week at home.
Drove, saw mom, got drunk, made mom cry, I cried, more family time, lots of clothes, awesome boots, visited friends, drove drunk people, made mom cry again, drove some more, got home, fried some braincells for relief.
Am hating everything so much now, that I don’t even think I can muster the energy to get excited about my birthday this weekend. I’m mildly looking forward to new years, but only because I plan on being chemically altered.
Maybe I’ll get a tatoo for my birthday.
I’m using muster way too much today.
I guess I should announce that i’m on DFWblogs as well. It’s about damn time - I submitted my website in early November. It’s evidently hard work to say at the top of the list. But anytime there is an update (this includes comments - so throw them myway) I get moved back up towards the top of most recently updated blogs.
I imagine saying something more interesting might get more traffic here - so my plan is to start coming up with exciting things to say and stories to tell. Like the time I met Cheech Marin at DFW and talked to him about big 12 football.
Or maybe about the time I went snorkeling in the Caribbean? Or I could retell my adventures of my trip to Europe. I have lots of stories to tell. The only problem is that the people who read this most have probably heard them all.
Happy Holidays everyone!
I need something to keep my eyes open today. I’m not a coffee drinker, so I’m having a pepsi. It’s just wrong to have to drink a soda before noon. But if I don’t I think I’ll fall asleep at my desk.
Last night Phlome, Ryan, Amy, and I had dinner at our house then exchangeds some xmas gifts btwn friends. Ryan got Phlome and I a bottle of wine and a gizmo that opens wine bottles. No, not a corkscrew - it’s far more sophisticated than that. It involves levers and grips and it’s really hard to explain - but it’s cool. Honostly it kind of looks like a contraption that might be found in one of Ryan Moore’s movies.
I promised yesterday to share more about the movie experience, but unfortunatly I actually had to do work yesterday. I have to do more work today - but I think I’ll wait just a bit longer before I get started.
So here goes…
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I started to do this before lunch. Again after lunch. And now he’s the third try. They say it’s the charm. I think They are full of crap.
I was going to try and not talk about ‘THE’ movie this week. But I can’t help it. It was just plain AWESOME. The other 2 movies were great - this one is better. I laughed, I cried, I held my bladder for at least an hour and a half. The movie was 3.5 hours long.
There’s a lot to say about last nights movie viewing, i’m just not sure where to start. Oversized drinks = no no; melee sword fighters/dorks; lack of parking spaces/rant about people who can’t park; the shear wonder of the movie?
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I am an only child. My parents have been divorced since I was 7. So for 7 years it was just mom and me. And even after she remarried, it was me and mom, and him. So obviously my mom and I have a very close bond. While growing up she was always cautioning me from getting too seriously involved with any one guy. In high school I had a couple rather serious long term relationships. It bothered my mom a lot. I think she was overly concerned that I would end up getting married in highschool and not go to college.
Then once in college she was afraid I’d get married and not finish college.
So the whole time she’d give me this schpiel about not becoming dependant on a man, I need my own career, fend for myself, I don’t need a man in my to take care of me, etc. etc.
So what basically has happened is that I’m afraid to tell my mom that I really like a guy, for fear she’ll think I’m too serious with him, and I’ll have to listen to another lecture of how men are useless.
About the time my mom decided it would be okay for me to meet a man that I might marry, I had finally realized that I can have a lot more fun with men when I’m not too seriously involved with them. Unfortunatly not long after that I managed to get myself involved in a relationship I was having trouble getting out of. Dont’ get me wrong, he’s a great guy, and he’ll make someone a good husband someday, he just wasn’t right for me. But that’s another story.
By this time, mom has stopped giving me the don’t get too involved speech, but I still feel weird talking about guys I like with my mom.
Eventually that one ends, and now I’m seeing Phlome.
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I thought about titleing this post “THEM!” but this post isn’t about giant ants, just regular sized ants. But lots of them…
Ever since the plumbers came and tore up our bathroom floors and moved our toilets around, I’ve been seeing a few ants crawling around our bathroom. It’s annoying. But yesterday was gross! I left my purse in the bathroom on the counter Monday night. Yesterday morning when I went to retrieve it, there were tons of ants crawling all around it, and then to my dismay I discovered that they were crawling all in it too! Hundreds of the little buggers! I’m assuming they were after my gum or lifesavers. So I dumped out my purse on the floor - rescued my makeup and wallet, then threw everything else away (candy, gumwrappers, etc.). But then there were hundreds of little ants crawling all over the hallway floor, and some still hiding out in my purse. So I vaccuumed the hallway where I dumped my purse, and threw my purse in the washing machine. On my way back to the bathroom I discovered that many of the ants had already started traveling up and down the hallway, and I had missed some when I vacuumed, so I vacuumed a good chunk of the hallway. When I got home from work yesterday I discovered the flaw in my washing machine-rescue-of-my-purse plan. I didn’t start the machine. So there were ants crawling in and on top of the washing machine, that’s when I started the machine on the rinse cycle.
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So, as I’ve mentioned before, I’m a bit of a gamer. Novice really. We’re about to wrap up this round of DnD, and are planning our next game. We’re going to play Deadlands next. My character is going to be an Indian Shaman/Warrioress. So I’ve got to come up with a good name for her. Where else should I look, but online. In my search I came up with this:
Authentic Indian Name Generator.
I may come up with something from here - but really, it’s just kinda funny.
Have fun with it.
I’ll blog some more later today. I think I’ll try and write her back story as soon as I find out what her name is…
