I am very disturbed by the deck crashes in Chicago. Very upset. Does anyone else feel this way?
A lot of other people's blogs are eloquently written (eloquent, in this case, meaning wordy and essentially full of crap), which I think makes them think that they are good writers. They aren't. I'm all for writing the way people talk. And people don't talk like they have entire trees up their butts and/or they swallowed a thesaurus.
The mornings are getting harder for me. I couldn't even put in my contacts today - the thought of having something in my eye made me very tired.
I wish all of this waiting to see what happens after August was over. Everything in my life is so up in the air - job, housing, location of boyfriend, date of dog adoption, date of Victoria's Secret order arrival (I'm hoping today). The only really constant thing is that I am rarely interested in what I pack for lunch and I have a really itchy bug bite on my right thumb. And I don't believe in dinosaurs. That will never change. (Have you ever MET a dinosaur. No. How do you know all those bones came from just one animal? How do you know the Native Americans weren't playing a big joke on Ye Olde White Man? You don't.)
I get to see my Peep on Thursday. Mom told her we're going swimming. It's going to be hard for me to come back after being with her.
I kind of wish the summer was over.
My love of banana chips is ever-growing.
I had a super good time this weekend. I don't remember the last time I've laughed so much. Justin and I went "home" to Chicago for his sister's high school graduation party. Justin's high school friends came and we sat on the deck for 6 1/2 hours eating and having a really good time. Then it started to rain and the boys played basketball while the girls sat in the garage, until the boys had to dismantle the party and we finally got the basketball to ourselves.
I also got the Stevie Wonder CD I've been wanting for $9.99. It's normally around $16. A great deal.
AND I got paid today, meaning I can now pay my rent. Way to go, paycheck. I also discovered that when I work more than 40 hours a week, I get four extra dollars per hour. That's awesome. If only I had known that before - I wouldn't have been so upset about staying late.
I watched "It's Good to be Britney Spears" last night. She owns a $20,000 pink alligator purse. It is extremely ugly.
I'm answering phones for the rest of the day and the past 40 minutes have been the scariest of my life. I had to call a courier, print stamps and use (and find) the typewriter, all of which I've never done before. I also hung up on the same vice-president three times. And she's the media vice-president. I think she hates me now (but I stayed until 7 last night, so something must be good about me, right?).
And everyone else is upstairs drinking beer and having fun - I can hear them laughing. Alas, not for me. But I do get as many M&Ms as I can eat. Fridays here are fun, especially when I'm not answering the phones. But I really like answering the phones. I guess it evens out.
I read
The Knitting Sutra. I didn't like it as much as
The Joy of Knitting, but it was still pretty good. I am definintely going to buy The Joy of Knitting. Maybe tomorrow. It has some good patterns in it. I did learn a lot in both books about creating my own patterns the spirituality of craft. I was cruising on my mohair sweater but my wrist has taken a turn for the worse and I'm off the needles for a few days. It hurts just to push buttons on a calculator, so I'm going to get this special glove that will massage my wrist and the poor hurt tendons.
When I have money (and I never will - I get paid on Monday and then immediately have to pay my rent, which is actually more than my paycheck), I am going to buy ribbon yarn and some of the stuff with sequins already attached to the yarn. I also would like the Beyonce CD.
Okay, I am having a really rough phone day and just hang up on people all over the place. I didn't used to be like this! But then again, there are a million crazy things happening.
I was not cut out to be a receptionist.
What? Agh! What is this new blogging format???? I don't think I can handle it. In fact, I think I hate it.
So all I do is work late, but do very little work during the actual work day. I've already worked 35 hours this week and Friday just began. It makes me a little sour.
So before word gets out, here it is: I freaked out twice yesterday because of bugs in my apartment. I thought they were cockroaches, but as they could fly and made noise, that idea was scratched. I think they were cicadas. Yes, I'm a big weenie and called my parents and Justin. Yes, I was very upset and didn't want to go to sleep. Yes, I am the same person who slept outside five feet from a raccoon last summer and kills spiders with my bare hands. But I really hate big black bugs with shells. Okay? Okay. I have no idea how they got into my apartment as there weren't any windows open or anything, but whatever. And I beat the hell out of them with my tennis shoe. So it's not like I just cowered there and didn't do anything.
Anyway.
New book to love:
Color Stories. It's all about the cosmetics industry - how they're conceived, made and marketed. It was really quite good. I read it in a day. I'm now reading
The Joy of Knitting, and halfway through, it's a very good book. Next is
The Knitting Sutra and then some fiction. I'm back on track with reading a book a day. I like reading much better than TV, although America's Next Top Model is right up there. It was so good last night. I was disappointed Robyn didn't get kicked off, but there's always next week. And I think I'm done with The Real World Paris. Booo-rrr-ing.
I got
The French Connection and
Gigi from the library. Which should I watch tonight?
Does it make sense to make me stay late when I haven't done anything all day? I don't think so, either.
Revelations:
* I, much like the woman on the Animal Planet, can talk to animals. I'm for real here, people. I have a gift.
* Orange m&ms taste the best; pastels are BY FAR the worst.
* I don't like peaches. It's like biting into someone's face. Which I've done more often than you'd think.
* My breasts are taking over the world one low-cut shirt at a time.
* Much like that day in European History when Mr. Burr just wouldn't let us go to lunch, time has officially stopped.
I reserved 15 books and seven DVDs, all without going to the library. And I really have done absolutely nothing today. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this.
My
boyfriend is definitely a
metrosexual.
The typical Friday of a typical intern at a not-so-typical advertising agency
7:50 a.m. Leave for work. Halfway there, realize you have forgotten half of the things you were supposed to pack for your trip to see your boyfriend and best friend. Swear.
8:15 a.m. Arrive 15 minutes after the suggested arrival time. Only three other cars are in the parking lot.
8:19 a.m. Check e-mail.
8:21 a.m. Stare at Justin Timberlake on desktop.
8:25 a.m. Start checking blog updates.
8:30 a.m. Weekly company meeting. Lots of laughing and making fun of everyone. Discussion about whether a varment in a hotel room was actually a scorpion or not. Drawing of said scorpion follows. Drawing said to look like sea monkey. Sea monkey is given a crown.
8:45 a.m. Back to reading blogs.
9:05 a.m. Type some numbers into the computer. Print.
9:30 a.m. Team meeting. Eat cookies.
9:45 a.m. Numbers.
10:45 a.m. Answer the phone for the receptionist so she can use the restroom.
11:00 a.m. Read knitting blogs.
12:15 p.m. Go back home to get all the stuff you forgot.
1:05 p.m. Come back. Eat lunch at desk.
1:30 p.m. Type in numbers.
2:00 p.m. Go on beer run with other intern. Upon return, fill downstairs sink with ice and arrange the beer in a manner pleasing to the eye.
2:30 p.m. Answer phones while receptionist goes to lunch. Inform vice-president that a man claiming to be his illigitimate son is here. Both men are roughly in their early 30s.
3:15 p.m. Watch Jake type numbers.
3:20 p.m. Balance both checkbooks.
3:52 p.m. Wonder if it's okay to have a Smirnoff Ice before you drive to Columbia.
3:53 p.m. Probably not.
"I need a sidearm and something to pump." - Hammer, on the way to see
Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. Or was it
School House Rocks Live! ? Anyway, it was definitely Hammer.
This has been a freaking good day, despite early-morning setbacks. I couldn't get my left contact in and didn't have the will to do my hair, hence the glasses and pigtails. And I'm subconciously trying to burn down the house - I left the front burner on while I got dressed. Dur. Luckily I noticed it before I left the house.
Last night was even worse. I had the WORST case of road rage ever. Ever. And did you know that some ovens vent through the back burners of the stove? Mine does and I have the burns on three fingers on my left hand to prove it. So I had ice on my hand for two hours and spent most of that time bitching to anyone who would talk to me and watching horrible television. (Clare, I HATE Paradise Hotel. Please tell me you didn't watch it.)
But I've been busy here all day today and I get to leave in and hour and a half to go see the eye doctor. AND Abby has the whole day off on Saturday so we are going to watch *NSYNC and dance and make dinner. I can't wait.
I think I'm on an every-other-day-is-crappy kind of thing. Maybe it's every two days. I haven't done anything at work yet today except answer the phone for ten minutes and I just banged my knee full force into the corner of my filing drawers. And now the right contact is rebelling. These things are not worth it. Except I look so much better than before. Vanity or comfort? Which will I choose?
Tonight I want to take a bath, play with a dog and have a hamburger and green beans for dinner.
Unfortunately, I have to test furniture for my parents and clean the kitchen. There will be no hamburger because I forgot to take it out of the freezer before I left this morning and I don't have a microwave. What will I do?
I stayed at work until 8:15 last night only to find out this morning that the client changed everything around and now we have to start over. There are no words to describe what I'm feeling right now.
So I missed the first half of America's Next Top Model. Can anybody tell me what happened? I came in right before the photo shoot with the football guy started.
My left contact keeps folding up IN MY EYE. I was driving when it happened this morning. So I'm going to get myself an appointment today to get this straightened out. I really don't want to go back to wearing my glasses all the time, but maybe contacts aren't for me.
I completely forgot - it's America's Next Top Model night! Yes!!!
Thanks to
him, I have that HORRIBLE Eddie Murphy song in my head. Not funny. Party all the time, party all the time.
I got to go to Village Inn last night and it wasn't nearly as good as the two at home. I was slightly disappointed.
Eyes! Get with the program!
Yesterday Penny ate pickles out of a subway wrapper at the nearby elementary school. Mmm.
Is 20/20 vision supposed to be blurry? I got contacts over the weekend and sometimes things get fuzzy, especially when I go from reading a computer screen to reading a sheet of paper. But I think it's definitely much better than this morning. Phew. I had to go to Walgreens to get rewetting drops and solution and stuff for my desk. I'm just glad I was able to find Walgreens.
I'm wearing the red and white hibiscus-print skirt I made for roughly $3.50. Someone told me they sell skirts just like this at Anthropologie for $95. I bet they don't come with glued waistbands, either. I think I'm going to embark on a pillowcase-into-a-skirt project someday soon. If I ever finish the other crafts. The current gift-blanket is nearing completion. My goal is to have it done by this Friday so I can give it to the parents-to-be when I'm in Columbia this weekend, but that's what I said three weeks ago.
If you want me to make you anything, send me some yarn and I'll make you something super cool. If you send wool yarn and the length of your foot, you'll get slippers! Let me know if you're interested and I'll send you my address. I like making things for other people. And I especially like yarn.
New feature: Things I want. I'll just put links on here to great things that would look nice in my home or on me, and then I'll remember what I wanted when I deserve something extra-special.
Thing I want:
Female Merit Badge Poster. Scroll down and click on the poster to see a close-up.
It's been a long week of not doing anything at work. I know I'm always saying I don't want to do anything, but I really do prefer to be busy.
I am so glad that I now have the Style Network because it shows reruns of Fashion Emergency. I LOVE that show.
Things that are a whole lot of no good:
1. Spending time with someone who reminds me of Erik Holmstrom (aka Homslice and Homecheese) during his "Hey, what's up, how ya doing guys?" phase.
2. Shopping when you wear anything larger than a size 2. THOSE PEOPLE DON'T EXIST, OKAY? And even if they did, they wouldn't be my friend because they probably don't meet my high standards of "good eater."
3. The
Father of the Bride chant, "Every party needs a pooper, that's why we invited you, George Baaaaaaaaaaaaaanks," which is currently in my head.
4. Filing.
5. Long cuts and scratches from filing.
Listen,
Rachel, you have to love Elyse because she spends a good part of the show screaming about the Christians. And also because she is smarter than a grapefruit. AND she wears a very nice red coat. I wish they could have voted off two people last time - Ebony and Janice Dickenson. Good God is that woman scary. She really needs to do something about that "skin too tight" thing.
Clare, I love Shakey's cherry cheesecake, but once I threw up after I ate it. So beware. (But I think that was due to present company, not the custard itself, so perhaps we should let it slide.)
I have such a long list of crafts to finish, but when I do, I'm going to make
this.
No volleyball last night - not enough people were signed up to play and then it rained anyway.
Ooo, M&Ms. I love this job. Today is a little slow, but I think that's because it's so dreary outside.
Every morning when I wake up I think, "I'm going to take a bath and then go to bed at 8:00 when I get home." Bold-faced lie.
I am really trying to make more of an effort to blog. I blog in my brain but since that doesn't have DSL, the upload is a little slow.
My phone at work suddenly became crazy yesterday and instead of allowing the receptionist to page me, it just automatically rings. We're not quite sure why. I think it's rebelling against all the calls I get from sales reps "just checking" to see how I'm doing.
Last night after work I lifted weights, made a really good dinner (a hamburger, green beans with parmesean cheese and corn on the cob), made French bread, cleaned the entire apartment sans my bedroom and took a bath. It was a really good night. I like my apartment more when it's clean. Tonight, if I'm feeling up to it after sand volleyball (YES, I will be engaging in athletic activity. Blame Chrissy.) I might tackle my room. There's a pile of stuff on the floor that I can't figure out what to do with. Mostly portfolios and stuff. Both of my closets are jammed with clothes and crafts, so they're definitely out.
Clare (sorry about the wrong name spelling before), do you watch America's Next Top Model? It's the best show in the world! It's on UPN at 8 and then Real World Paris is on at 9. I love Tuesdays. I hope I'm home in time for ANTM tonight.
I like this job because I can wear my Guns 'N Roses shirt AND strappy high heels at the same time.
To all the geeks out there: Happy Radiohead Album Release Day!
To the "editor": Just so you know, each time you correct me takes another year off your life. Watch it.
Today was a GREAT day. I was busy all day at work (and only had to call about 10 sales reps instead of my usual 30) and then I went to a mall with TWO Dillards and met some very nice mice and went to Whole Foods Market, which is my new favorite place. The produce is so pretty and they have really good sandwich cookies. Oooh, EL Fudge sounds good right now.
THEN the Little Black Duck and that girl I used to live with came over and we watched the MTV Movie Awards. I must say that I am the Claire Martin (of reality TV fame) when it comes to celebrities' personal lives. I knew who everyone was dating and why they broke up with the last person they were dating. Love connection examples:
Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore
Kirsten Dunst (who was drunk like Mrs. Lenz) and Jake Gyllenhal
Adrian Brody who was supposed to be dating Nicole Kidman but was with some weird blond girl
Queen Latifiah who was dating no one because they made her sit at a table by herself
Pink and Cory Hart
Harrison Ford, the oldest person in the world, and Calista Flockhart, the sickliest person in the world
Conspicuously missing from the ceremonies:
Kid Rock and Pamela Anderson
Britney
JC, Lance and Chris (oh, but Joey was there was a lovely eyebrow ring)
J-Lo and B-Af
Jimmy Fallon
But Jack Osborn was there in all of his nasty-ass -fro-and-hot-Hilton-sister-on-his-arm glory. WHY do girls even like him? Mandy Moore, don't go to his house. Don't admire the skulls on his wall. You're a nice girl! Go meet a nice boy. Like that tennis player you're dating.
And Hugh Jackman's hair was so disgusting. I'm quite eager to see if they make him cut it when he hosts the Tony's Sunday night.
(Abby Petersen, if you miss the Tony's I will come down there and beat the tar out of you. I'm going to buy a cake for the occasion. There's a musical about toads!) Clark thinks he will have a "tasteful ponytail."
And Mike Myers and Marky Mark were sitting at the same table. Marky Mark is going to be a dad. I hope he names his child Dawson Dawson.
The adjustment period is over and I am pretty damn satisfied with my life. My room is still messy, but I've written about 12 letters tonight and cleared part of the paperwork off the kitchen table. Not too shabby.
I am now in love with the Johnson County library. TONS of videos and a healthy selection of DVDs. And some books, too. I checked out more than I could carry, which caused me to drop two CDs down the stairs in my apartment building, and my nice neighbor came out to check on me. Thanks, Steve. Just throwin' my stuff down the steps again.
The rain today was crazy. The roof at work started to leak and somebody had to get a bucket. That's about all of the excitement for the day. But you know what? I like it that way.
Two years and 363 days later, I finally realize that we'll always be together no matter what and that no one could love me more than he does. And that I will never in my whole life love someone as much as I love him.
It's the best feeling in the world.
