But I hads me an assppointment, so I went. I arrive at noonish and notice that my trainer is cheating on me with some dude who is not even half as adorable as I am in my stripey yoga pants. Can't he coordinate?? At any rate, the first thing out of Babs's mouth is "You're killing me". I got the time wrong. Again. My response was "Best. Client. Ever." To which he miggled, or man-giggled for those who can't follow the lingo. Anyway, Emily showed up and after talking and not working out, we observed some dude who lifts a couple of reps, moves on to a new machine, then reads his newspaper for, oh say, 10 minutes. After 25 minutes of weight lifting wherein I did more reps than he probably does in a *year*, he began to make phone calls on his cellphone. Which leads me to ponder, WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?!?! You pay for a membership to go to a gym and then read the Sunday paper and do a little business. Wow. Em was horrified when she learned that her last machine she had to use was the very same one he had set up shop on about 15 minutes prior. She siddled over and asked if she could, "Slide into his routine". Maybe there's time in between the financial section and sports. Emily also listens to reggae when she lifts weights and, apparently, her ability to focus on exercising is entirely dependent on what's playing on her ipod. Too slow and she can't workout. So cute.
Also, I forgot to write about my guilty pleasure whilst I was home this weekend. On Sunday night they were showing America's Top 40 Live with Ryan Seacrest, who probably dies a little inside each day from being such a tool. Of course I watched it. I'm fascinated by Justin McCartney and his mismatched eyebrows and actual hair. Does he color them? Are they just filled in by an overzealous makeup artist? The world may never know. At any rate, turns out that both he and Hoobastank SUCK live. Honestly. They have probably sung their popular song about 70 MILLION times and they still blow. Wow. Learn to sing your 5 notes in tune, guys. Not that complicated. And Akon, my heart of hearts, also had a little performance. I am seriously the only person I know who likes his song and I'm smitten. He came onstage in his little button-up blue shirt and his little pair of jeans and he held hands with people in the audience and was generally adorable and seemed very down to earth. He will have my babies. Or something like that.
Anyway, two last things and then I have to skeedaddle because my cat is caught in the hamper again. Oh, Kitty. You shall never learn. First of all, yet another scary scary website from my brother: http://www.wayofthemaster.com/. Go to the highspeed version. Growing Pants, anyone? *Yikes*. Secondly, when I arrived home last night, I walked in the kitchen and there was an unopened can of catfood in Mew's bowl. Apparently Richard is trying to train her to open cans. He says it was a joke, but I know from other sources that he had his own little struggle with opening the catfood. Nice.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Monday, April 25, 2005
Bloggity blog blog
So this weekend I saw a clip on the Daily Show that basically said Harvard was using money for maroon blazers and Lord Fauntleroy training. Awesome. And I'm going to go ahead and warn everyone who reads this that this particular "episode" is going to be a little more rehashing as I attempt to remember what made my brief stay in Dallas interesting. Em says she's interested, but I'm pretty sure she's just being nice. Anywomb, I'm going to try to go about this backward since I remember things best that way.
First of all, my Aunt Pat and my Great-aunt Harriet were in town this weekend, which I did not anticipate. Harriet is hilarious but I'm not sure she means to be. Just the other day she picked up a huge gray cat that my parents own that tends to bite off faces and showed us triumphantly through the window as he struggled in vain to be free. Both Pat and Harriet left today, which was a shame since I don't see them as often as I'd like. I also had a doctor's appointment today to which a certain friend said, "Yeah I need to go see the doctor so's she can dig around in my hoohaw." Really? 'Dig around'? Really? I suggest maybe 'prod' or 'scavenge' would be a better word. But not 'dig around'. At any rate, I won't go into any details, but suffice to say that with a nurse and the doctor, a routine checkup becomes somewhat of a crowd. I'm really more of a one-on-one person. Other than that I just worked out today with my mother's trainer Brent. He giggled about the trekkie story. Seriously, giggled. I also taught my father the word "fugly" today. I feel as if I've accomplished something.
Sooooooo over the weekend my brother, Noreen, and I all went to the Galleria and ate at this amazing sandwich place called Which Wich where they toast the sandwich for, oh say, FOREVER. It was hella worth it though. And the two of them tossed a bouncy ball at me when I was in the dressing room at Old Navy. Mature. On Saturday I gots my roots dyed the same color. I know, I know, after all of that thought and I look the freaking same. Lame. But I *do* have highlights for that summer sassiness we all want so much. Besides yet again having the best meal of my life at the Olive Garden, I also saw The Amityville Horror. Big. Mistake. First of all, I have seen the original. It's a lot of James Brolin and Margo Kidder running around before she went crazy. Nothing happens. There's kind of a reference to a hell hole at the end, the walls bleed, blah blah blah, and everyone escapes. Anticlimactic. Unfortunately, this one was updated to the times with hella creepy ghosts, things moving, a dog dying, and the ubiquitous Indian burial ground. I mean, at least they gave a reason for the house being haunted, but honestly, really guys? For the remainder of the evening I warned people about the Indian burial ground next to Bath and Body Works in the mall and in the backseat of my car. I know that when I torture Native American tribes in the trunk of my mom's Acura, I tend to make sure that I desecrate their remains before getting rid of them and then promptly building a house in the backseat where there's no seat warmers.
Anyway, Friday was my reunion, which was fun and awkward all at the same time. My outfit was perfect and I spat upon all of the other people there who were not dressed as pseudo trendy as I was. Cause, you know, you can't look like you're trying too hard. Yeah.... AND we saw Kung-fu Hustle, THE BEST MOVIE OF ALL TIME that night. Seriously, it almost beats out my love for Deep Blue Sea, though nothing will take the place of intelligent sharks that can turn on ovens and change sizes. Beautiful. Thursday was uneventful except that my mom and I went to a panel of speakers from my high school and since she's 5'4", she managed to get plastered on something in between 2 and 4 glasses of wine that night. I only saw her toss back 2, but who knows what she was doing when I wasn't paying attention? It led to awesome moments like when she turned to me in the silent auditorium when a speaker was answering a question and said things like "That's just like you, Sweetpea!!!" "Shhhhhh!!! Arghhhhhhhh... What's the matter with you?!?!?!"
I'll miss my family, especially when the new puppy poos in my bathroom TWICE IN ONE DAY. Noone in this freaking house is a disciplinarian.
First of all, my Aunt Pat and my Great-aunt Harriet were in town this weekend, which I did not anticipate. Harriet is hilarious but I'm not sure she means to be. Just the other day she picked up a huge gray cat that my parents own that tends to bite off faces and showed us triumphantly through the window as he struggled in vain to be free. Both Pat and Harriet left today, which was a shame since I don't see them as often as I'd like. I also had a doctor's appointment today to which a certain friend said, "Yeah I need to go see the doctor so's she can dig around in my hoohaw." Really? 'Dig around'? Really? I suggest maybe 'prod' or 'scavenge' would be a better word. But not 'dig around'. At any rate, I won't go into any details, but suffice to say that with a nurse and the doctor, a routine checkup becomes somewhat of a crowd. I'm really more of a one-on-one person. Other than that I just worked out today with my mother's trainer Brent. He giggled about the trekkie story. Seriously, giggled. I also taught my father the word "fugly" today. I feel as if I've accomplished something.
Sooooooo over the weekend my brother, Noreen, and I all went to the Galleria and ate at this amazing sandwich place called Which Wich where they toast the sandwich for, oh say, FOREVER. It was hella worth it though. And the two of them tossed a bouncy ball at me when I was in the dressing room at Old Navy. Mature. On Saturday I gots my roots dyed the same color. I know, I know, after all of that thought and I look the freaking same. Lame. But I *do* have highlights for that summer sassiness we all want so much. Besides yet again having the best meal of my life at the Olive Garden, I also saw The Amityville Horror. Big. Mistake. First of all, I have seen the original. It's a lot of James Brolin and Margo Kidder running around before she went crazy. Nothing happens. There's kind of a reference to a hell hole at the end, the walls bleed, blah blah blah, and everyone escapes. Anticlimactic. Unfortunately, this one was updated to the times with hella creepy ghosts, things moving, a dog dying, and the ubiquitous Indian burial ground. I mean, at least they gave a reason for the house being haunted, but honestly, really guys? For the remainder of the evening I warned people about the Indian burial ground next to Bath and Body Works in the mall and in the backseat of my car. I know that when I torture Native American tribes in the trunk of my mom's Acura, I tend to make sure that I desecrate their remains before getting rid of them and then promptly building a house in the backseat where there's no seat warmers.
Anyway, Friday was my reunion, which was fun and awkward all at the same time. My outfit was perfect and I spat upon all of the other people there who were not dressed as pseudo trendy as I was. Cause, you know, you can't look like you're trying too hard. Yeah.... AND we saw Kung-fu Hustle, THE BEST MOVIE OF ALL TIME that night. Seriously, it almost beats out my love for Deep Blue Sea, though nothing will take the place of intelligent sharks that can turn on ovens and change sizes. Beautiful. Thursday was uneventful except that my mom and I went to a panel of speakers from my high school and since she's 5'4", she managed to get plastered on something in between 2 and 4 glasses of wine that night. I only saw her toss back 2, but who knows what she was doing when I wasn't paying attention? It led to awesome moments like when she turned to me in the silent auditorium when a speaker was answering a question and said things like "That's just like you, Sweetpea!!!" "Shhhhhh!!! Arghhhhhhhh... What's the matter with you?!?!?!"
I'll miss my family, especially when the new puppy poos in my bathroom TWICE IN ONE DAY. Noone in this freaking house is a disciplinarian.
Monday, April 18, 2005
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!!
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!!
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