So I'm at work right now...

And hella posting on my blog. It's like I'm trying to get fired or something. No, no, I love filing. Really. *awkward silence* ANYWAY, I'm transferring info from evaluations that were filled out at the last admitted applicant weekend. My two favorite so far was that one guy wanted to extend it. Why not? Let's have an admitted applicant week! Hell, MONTH!! That way, I can have the time to destroy them all. With snuggles. Also, another evaluation has what I would consider to be the most illegible handwriting I have ever seen. They have a sentence on the back of the sheet that I couldn't make out, so I just made it up. And I'll be happy to inform you that, against my natural inclinations, I managed to write something normal that could very well have appeared on an evaluation. As opposed to a treatise on world domination or something. That reminds me, I want to see the Incredibles again. And I want to buy a puppy. Moving on.

In a somewhat joking manner, my friends and I have been discussing me finding a different route home since my trekkie paramour now appears to look for me there. However, since I now only work two days a week at the admissions office, it's not as big of a deal and I usually workout anyway so I go to Bally's before returning to ma hizzouse. This morning I was happily plodding along to work, pleased because it's sunny and semi normal weather for spring time. I think maybe the weather fairy in Boston got food poisoning or something. Anyway, I was accosted yet again the temp. At this point, I'm beginning to think that the guy doesn't really find me attractive, he just really really likes awkward conversations.

This weekend I also realized three things. First of all, I'm not very good at DDR. And I'd be better at Karaoke Revolution if I could stop laughing in the middle of my song. Apparently, giggles are not always on tune. Also, Ladies Night is the hardest song in the history of mankind to sing, especially if all you know is the refrain. Oddly enough, Oliver, who was humorously bad at DDR (ie much worse than most of us), was hella good at Karaoke. Emily was also very accomplished at Karaoke, but not horrible at DDR. I think Oliver doesn't have the enzyme or something. Secondly, I realized that Kitty might have been chewing on my roommate's toothbrush for a while now. It's hard to tell. I haven't personally witnessed anything before, but while I was getting ready for bed the other day, I glanced up and she definitely had the whole thing in her mouth and was gnawing away complacently. So cute... Richard's response was, "Ha HA! I have my real toothbrush here in Connecticut. Take that Kitty!" Richard, this is why Kitty will not attack moths for you. Also, Mew Mew ate fully half of a necklace I had that was made out of suede. She might just have chewed it to pieces, but I can't find the rest of it and I'm not sifting through the litterbox to find out. I'd rather just assume. Finally, I had a somewhat intriguing conversation about the relative merits of friends with benefits with a friend of mine I haven't spoken to since high school until lately. Just so anyone knows, you can't have a conversation like that without sounding either like a delusional love sick puppy or a total whore. Rock on.

In other news, my favorite part of this weekend was when I called my mother to talk since I haven't spoken to my parents in a week whilst they were on a relaxing cruuuuuuuuuuise. I was talking on the phone to her when I informed her that there was a dog show on Animal Planet and the herding category was fast approaching. We own shelties, so my mom is always interested in them. I shall recreate the conversation below.

"Mommy, did you know that the Eukenuba Dog Show is on Animal Planet?"
"Hmmm? That's nice."
"They have the herding category coming up. Maybe Puppily or Maggie would want to watch." <-- My two puppies at home. The first one is actually named Tex, not Puppily, but you get the idea.
"That's very exciting. Will Serafina watch?" <-- My kitty.
"No. She is disgusted by puppies. But there is a sheltie."
"What?"
"There's a sheltie in the herding best of show category."
........"I think your father wants to talk to you."

So my mom blew me off to go watch a sheltie prance around a dog show. To be fair though, I subsequently got off the phone with my father because my toast was ready. But, I mean, come on. Toast is gross cold. Uhhhhhhhh I love you, Daddy!!