chrissy has done it (of course, i figured) and now it seems kind of sacred. i don't even feel like joking around about it anymore. i'm going to light a candle and and swear on my mother to never think about dave's lap again.
(oops, sorry mom.)
(oops.)
(oops. dammit, somebody get me a picture of tom cavanagh and eleven ounces of liquor!!!)
27 March 2001
i dislike:
1.people who use the phrase "must be nice"
2.micromanagement
3.people who ask you a question and then instead of waiting for an answer they give you a list of options and possible answers and stutter and stammer looking for the right word. you could have had the answer and moved on by the time they're done asking. (so many people do this this, it's staggering. [they're not as bad as my dad though, he'll ask me a question and then walk into another room before i can answer. he's not very tactful])
4.hoooonk, snoooooooooooort . . . . . spit. repeat.
5.anything remotely close to my neck.
6.driving
7.that i don't drive.
oh, i'm sure there's more.
1.people who use the phrase "must be nice"
2.micromanagement
3.people who ask you a question and then instead of waiting for an answer they give you a list of options and possible answers and stutter and stammer looking for the right word. you could have had the answer and moved on by the time they're done asking. (so many people do this this, it's staggering. [they're not as bad as my dad though, he'll ask me a question and then walk into another room before i can answer. he's not very tactful])
4.hoooonk, snoooooooooooort . . . . . spit. repeat.
5.anything remotely close to my neck.
6.driving
7.that i don't drive.
oh, i'm sure there's more.
has anyone ever sat in dave's lap? and i don't mean "in the world" i mean"that we know". i'm sure somebody somewhere has had that honour. i don't think i could do it, even if he wanted me too. there would be a tiny explosion, then i would turn into a fine mist and swirl out of my shiny pants and out through a ventilation duct.
i am reminded everyday what a friggin loser i am. normally, i revel in my social awkwardness. all of my heros are awkward. it presents a kind of underdog quality that is supposed to get people on your side. damn heartwarming entertainment, warping my mind like that.
which reminds me, last night on boston public steven said "scott, damn it!"
but i heard "scottdamn it!"
which reminds me, last night on boston public steven said "scott, damn it!"
but i heard "scottdamn it!"
I have a longing.
i'm not "psyched" as i normally would be. i just long for it to be sunday.
i can't even fathom how many new girls i'm going to meet. i might go into sensory overload, i may need a nap. i may need candy.
i'm dying for oranges and creme lifesavers or those the-name-is-unintentionally-quite-offensive-to-some-ethnic-groups-and-rightly-so toffees with the chocolate inside.
i have twizzlers in my bag but i'm fantasizing about other candies.
sad as snake snot are the candy people.
i'm not "psyched" as i normally would be. i just long for it to be sunday.
i can't even fathom how many new girls i'm going to meet. i might go into sensory overload, i may need a nap. i may need candy.
i'm dying for oranges and creme lifesavers or those the-name-is-unintentionally-quite-offensive-to-some-ethnic-groups-and-rightly-so toffees with the chocolate inside.
i have twizzlers in my bag but i'm fantasizing about other candies.
sad as snake snot are the candy people.
from one of my mom's chicken soup for the desk-bound soul forwards:
An English professor wrote the words, "Woman without her man is
nothing," on the blackboard and directed the students to punctuate it
correctly.
The men wrote: "Woman, without her man, is nothing."
The women wrote: "Woman! Without her, man is nothing."
An English professor wrote the words, "Woman without her man is
nothing," on the blackboard and directed the students to punctuate it
correctly.
The men wrote: "Woman, without her man, is nothing."
The women wrote: "Woman! Without her, man is nothing."
i watch a lot of tv. like, a lot. last night i did nothing but watch tv. i watched carrie, i watched the sally feild biography, i watched the scariest places on earth.
after watching far too much fox family, i have come to 2 conclusions:
1. linda blair kicks a fair amount of ass.
2. spy kids looks good.
after watching far too much fox family, i have come to 2 conclusions:
1. linda blair kicks a fair amount of ass.
2. spy kids looks good.
26 March 2001
mymymy.
todd and our friend dave are in small (if that's possible) production of hamlet and for this production they had to grow shakespearean beards. since this small production has been a "big ball of piss-off", the boys have gone just a little bit mad. as a result, they have decided that when the play is over they are going to shave the beards into freaky mustaches.
weird, joe dirt lookin', confederate general mustaches.
gah.
gimme a doughnut.
todd and our friend dave are in small (if that's possible) production of hamlet and for this production they had to grow shakespearean beards. since this small production has been a "big ball of piss-off", the boys have gone just a little bit mad. as a result, they have decided that when the play is over they are going to shave the beards into freaky mustaches.
weird, joe dirt lookin', confederate general mustaches.
gah.
gimme a doughnut.
our office manager is looking for a reason to bring a wholesaler up from pittsburgh to give a demonstration because "they buy a big lunch for the whole office".
we're also looking into buying stuff from a different supply company because you get a free tin of cookies with every $100 purchase.
whatevah.
we're also looking into buying stuff from a different supply company because you get a free tin of cookies with every $100 purchase.
whatevah.
there is a "mists of avalon"movie? i'm in trouble. my friend jess has been bugging me to read it since last summer. she even gave me her copy of it. i think i may have lost it when i moved. :/ todd's bugging me to read lord of the rings, too. i want to read it, but i need a paperback copy. it's too damn heavy to keep flipping it over in bed. and it doesn't fit in my purse.
hmm. it's so hard to be away from a computer all weekend. i've decided to not open my mom's "fwds' anymore, and i have at least 15 new messages all the time. i don't have the heart to delete them, because most of them are about sick babies and jesus, and maybe someday i'll be bored and need some mother love. now whenever i open my mailbox i have to subtract from the total to see if i have any "new" new messages.
i have had nothing to do after work for the past month, so i have been going to my "ladies fitness center" for a few hours four days a week.
i am fuckin buff.
i have had nothing to do after work for the past month, so i have been going to my "ladies fitness center" for a few hours four days a week.
i am fuckin buff.
22 March 2001
i bought a box of those nips candies for my office. i'm the only one eating them. i'm about to finish the box. i didn't get to eat lunch so now my tummy's filled with toffee and water. oh mommy.
i stopped being funny. i used to be wicked pisser. i think. maybe it was just my imagination. oh well, moving on.
i stopped being funny. i used to be wicked pisser. i think. maybe it was just my imagination. oh well, moving on.
i just got back from the buffalo philharmonic. i had cara take pictures of me all over the music hall for this contest at work. what we're supposed to do is get our picture taken in and odd, creative or interesting location wearing the jackets we all got for christmas. the prize is a $50 gift certificate to this really swanky restaurant (of red snapper fame) and i want to win. i also don't think anybody else entered. i don't think any of the ones i took are very good though. one is me standing on the stage of the big music hall pretending to conduct bugs bunny style. then cara made me put it on a naked lady statue and put my arm around her. the only one i like is one where we put a hanger in the back of my coat and hung me up on a coat rack looking sullen.
i love cara. we had steve take a picture of us to use up the film, so i sat on her lap and when he snapped the shot she took a big bite of my boob.
don't worry, it didn't hurt.
hey, let's all be thankful we got a picture of it.
cara rules.
i love cara. we had steve take a picture of us to use up the film, so i sat on her lap and when he snapped the shot she took a big bite of my boob.
don't worry, it didn't hurt.
hey, let's all be thankful we got a picture of it.
cara rules.
21 March 2001
i need peanut butter. not the regular kind, the kind inside of reese's p butter cups. the dry, crumbly kind. or a king size nutrageous. mm-something my body needs anyway.
i have that song from blast from the past stuck in my head [i think it's either from the part where he goes rollerblading, or it's the musical montage where they're filling up the trucks] where the guy just keeps saying "rhinocerous" over and over.
one-word songs. yeah.
alecia silverstone needs to get her mouth hemmed. not all the way, just taken in a few inches. she is very pretty , and i am very jealous.
i have that song from blast from the past stuck in my head [i think it's either from the part where he goes rollerblading, or it's the musical montage where they're filling up the trucks] where the guy just keeps saying "rhinocerous" over and over.
one-word songs. yeah.
alecia silverstone needs to get her mouth hemmed. not all the way, just taken in a few inches. she is very pretty , and i am very jealous.
michael jackson is such a friggin drama queen. he's just like the girl in theatre club who always in a cast or a splint or a sling, always had a limp of some sort, and had at least two other girls carrying her books around for her. munchausen.
hugh grant was on entertainment tonight last night talking about how renee zellweger gained 20 pounds for the bridget jones diary. he said, "i thought she was pretty even when she was fat." she weighed 120lbs. don't worry, she finished filming and was back underweight in no time.
(then i watched courtney thorne smith on dateline . she talked about how hard it was to be in hollywood and how she was sick of the starvation diet. of course, i just watch these things for tips. i'm such a hypocrite. it's a sick world)
hugh grant was on entertainment tonight last night talking about how renee zellweger gained 20 pounds for the bridget jones diary. he said, "i thought she was pretty even when she was fat." she weighed 120lbs. don't worry, she finished filming and was back underweight in no time.
(then i watched courtney thorne smith on dateline . she talked about how hard it was to be in hollywood and how she was sick of the starvation diet. of course, i just watch these things for tips. i'm such a hypocrite. it's a sick world)
20 March 2001
i woke up this morning at 5 am with a terrible thought.
i have become vicious and angry. i used to handle everyone with kindness, turn the other cheek and so forth. no holding grudges. I have changed. i'm a coward. instead of going to people with my problems, i bitch about it here. i have become mean and i lash out because i am so friggin insecure.
the thing is, how do you apologize to people for things you've said if you're not even sure they know you've said them? no more discussing work here.
(maybe this was the change i was headed for? huh. an internal tilt. didn't see *that* coming.)
i have become vicious and angry. i used to handle everyone with kindness, turn the other cheek and so forth. no holding grudges. I have changed. i'm a coward. instead of going to people with my problems, i bitch about it here. i have become mean and i lash out because i am so friggin insecure.
the thing is, how do you apologize to people for things you've said if you're not even sure they know you've said them? no more discussing work here.
(maybe this was the change i was headed for? huh. an internal tilt. didn't see *that* coming.)
19 March 2001
in eachother's shadows we grew less and less tall / til eventually our theories couldn't explain it all / we're recording our history now on the bedroom wall/ and when we leave the landlord will come/ and paint over it all/
and i am walkng
out in the rain and i am listening all alone
to the dial tone again
and i am getting
nowhere with you
and i can't let it go
and i can't
get
through.
and i am walkng
out in the rain and i am listening all alone
to the dial tone again
and i am getting
nowhere with you
and i can't let it go
and i can't
get
through.
my horoscope said that i'm going to experience something akin to death this week. not a literal death, of course, but i'm going to come to the end of an era, or a dream will die, or something. i'm headed for some kind of life-altering change and i'm bracing for it. not that i believe in that kind of crap. :P hell, it may have already happened.
i love my commute. have i mentioned this yet? i feel like i'm the center of the universe. i could live on the bus with my headphones on. i love travel, not just going to different places but the actual movement, being inbetween destinations. i loved going to toronto week after week. i felt like a different person when i got out of the car and breathed the canadian air. up there i was different, though. i was good at something, there were possibilites for me up there that i'll never have around here.
lalala- now i'm whining.
i'm moving to new york.
i mean it this time.
someday.
i love my commute. have i mentioned this yet? i feel like i'm the center of the universe. i could live on the bus with my headphones on. i love travel, not just going to different places but the actual movement, being inbetween destinations. i loved going to toronto week after week. i felt like a different person when i got out of the car and breathed the canadian air. up there i was different, though. i was good at something, there were possibilites for me up there that i'll never have around here.
lalala- now i'm whining.
i'm moving to new york.
i mean it this time.
someday.
i'm achy. mondays are weird because i actually get enough sleep. it's a weird feeling to be well rested. (like it's 72 degrees in your head all the time.) like i don't even feel like talking anymore. i'm always kind of quiet, but lately it's just like, what's the point? odd.
my dreams are weird. i can't even place them, i couldn't give you a blow by blow if i tried. over the weekend i dreamt that kitana and my sister came to see me do a show, and i was in the audience with them and we all ate fries that i was holding in my hands. and we didn't do the show because whitney huston (who was in the front row) got up and left. there was so much more going on though. whatever. i had great dreams last night. even better ones this morning.
we saw todd's sister dance at her school on saturday. it was so friggin good. one group had six girls in shirts and ties and pants suspended from the ceiling moving their legs. another bunch of dancers were on the floor dressed the same except they had ripped off a leg of their pants or their shirts or whatever. they danced to radiohead, too. i love shit like that. it's hard to sit with her parents and watch modern interpretive shit with freaky music and girls crawling on each other but they don't seem to mind it.
my dreams are weird. i can't even place them, i couldn't give you a blow by blow if i tried. over the weekend i dreamt that kitana and my sister came to see me do a show, and i was in the audience with them and we all ate fries that i was holding in my hands. and we didn't do the show because whitney huston (who was in the front row) got up and left. there was so much more going on though. whatever. i had great dreams last night. even better ones this morning.
we saw todd's sister dance at her school on saturday. it was so friggin good. one group had six girls in shirts and ties and pants suspended from the ceiling moving their legs. another bunch of dancers were on the floor dressed the same except they had ripped off a leg of their pants or their shirts or whatever. they danced to radiohead, too. i love shit like that. it's hard to sit with her parents and watch modern interpretive shit with freaky music and girls crawling on each other but they don't seem to mind it.
16 March 2001
i got off the subway 45 minutes before i had to start work. wandered into the deli. spent 7 dollars on something or somethings, i should probabaly look in the bag.
a declaration: the next UB law student that comes to our show and speaks at full volume to his friends for the duration gets an ear toss.
we're ten feet away, we can hear you.
maybe put your cellphone on vibrate, mr. important. maybe.
my boss is at the louvre today.
tonight we might go see the donnas. i never go to concerts, i am thrilled. i am what you call a "thrill-seeker" and i'm glad because i haven't found one in a while.
a declaration: the next UB law student that comes to our show and speaks at full volume to his friends for the duration gets an ear toss.
we're ten feet away, we can hear you.
maybe put your cellphone on vibrate, mr. important. maybe.
my boss is at the louvre today.
tonight we might go see the donnas. i never go to concerts, i am thrilled. i am what you call a "thrill-seeker" and i'm glad because i haven't found one in a while.
15 March 2001
{tara}, thank you for sharing with me. it's a hard thing to talk about in my regular life. people either say "you're fine" or they start in with giving me neverending and redundant advice. it's pretty uncomfortable. i don't want much, my ideal would be more like a twelve. i am trying, and i don't know what will happen. i've just been working out as much as i can and hoping for the best. my biggest issue is with beer. i'm not an alcoholic, but when i drink i drink beer. and that's kind of like drinking a milkshake before you go to bed. i have accepted the way i look for the most part, and when i'm on stage i've learned to use it to my advantage but i think it's time for me to be the other way for a change. i totally know what you mean about not knowing you were a normal size when you were. i was my ideal weight in high school and first two years of college and i still hated myself. gah! we never learn!
ALSO- it's so funny, too because i actually have mickey dolenz's autograph!!!! i got it in the sixth grade at an auto and boat show or something. oh my god. i have to find it now. i'll mail it to you! mwah!
ALSO- it's so funny, too because i actually have mickey dolenz's autograph!!!! i got it in the sixth grade at an auto and boat show or something. oh my god. i have to find it now. i'll mail it to you! mwah!
ok, no more whining.
1. i got a total of 2 hours of sleep last night. i'm not tired at all though, so technically it's not whining.
2. sandy jobin-bevans is in one of those really scary demon-face carb solutions commercials. he's in slap happy. i had a club sandwich with him in chicago. then i looked out the window and saw horatio sanz. he was walking with a cane bill mcneal style. i am so not famous because of that.
3. i got my ticky wickys for the humber show. yippy skippy. somebody wrote a big question mark on the front of the envelope. trippy.
4. lalala
5. happiness is pretzels and jello.
6. happiness is going to see my girls in canada.
7. " you know what you need? a little something called 'love is'. it's a cartoon about two naked eight-year-olds that are married."
1. i got a total of 2 hours of sleep last night. i'm not tired at all though, so technically it's not whining.
2. sandy jobin-bevans is in one of those really scary demon-face carb solutions commercials. he's in slap happy. i had a club sandwich with him in chicago. then i looked out the window and saw horatio sanz. he was walking with a cane bill mcneal style. i am so not famous because of that.
3. i got my ticky wickys for the humber show. yippy skippy. somebody wrote a big question mark on the front of the envelope. trippy.
4. lalala
5. happiness is pretzels and jello.
6. happiness is going to see my girls in canada.
7. " you know what you need? a little something called 'love is'. it's a cartoon about two naked eight-year-olds that are married."
14 March 2001
i'm starting to get the feeling that i'm not physically capable of losing weight. i'm so sick of it. i get close, i always get close, but then i get lazy and blow it. i saw on a show the other day that staying fat is a way we keep ourselves from having what we want because we're too scared. to fail, or be rejected or to make an effort or be disappointed or whatever. if this is true, i am going to be so pissed at myself.
the guys in the next office are eating pretzel rods and making lewd comments about "rods". this is from the same guy i sat next to at the chrismas party whose date kept talking about her "snapper". half the table ordered the red snapper and she just wouldn't let it die. then this other guys wife got into it and it got kind of creepy. oh well. it was still a great party.
13 March 2001
what the frig? why aren't my past three entries showing up?
i just looked at my trash bin next to my desk and it looks like one of those big overstuffed trashbins located immediately outside of convenience store. you know, the ones with the ashtrays on top and the candywrappers busting out of them?
yeah.
jack's online!! and good things sometimes happen . . .
i just looked at my trash bin next to my desk and it looks like one of those big overstuffed trashbins located immediately outside of convenience store. you know, the ones with the ashtrays on top and the candywrappers busting out of them?
yeah.
jack's online!! and good things sometimes happen . . .
i just had a satisfying lunch that consisted of a cold hot pretzel, honey roasted peanuts and 2 nutty bars. i finished it up with a huge pink lemonade flavored blow pop. i think i'm going to be sick.
and yes, i swallow my gum and no, it does not stay in your stomach for seven years.
so, good things happen sometimes. i just had a phone conversation during which i giggled convusively more than talked. ten hours were magically added to my last paycheck from the BPO. our ceo is on his way to France and the whole office is involved in a long and wide conversation. my office manager left too, which means i am completely unsupervised.
i'm not planning anything spank-worthy, just lazing.
there's a guy who works here who looks like harry sennot from boston public. only---you know, better looking. i'm glad i'm not in the market for a new crush. i'm glad nobody i know in day to day life reads this.
and yes, i swallow my gum and no, it does not stay in your stomach for seven years.
so, good things happen sometimes. i just had a phone conversation during which i giggled convusively more than talked. ten hours were magically added to my last paycheck from the BPO. our ceo is on his way to France and the whole office is involved in a long and wide conversation. my office manager left too, which means i am completely unsupervised.
i'm not planning anything spank-worthy, just lazing.
there's a guy who works here who looks like harry sennot from boston public. only---you know, better looking. i'm glad i'm not in the market for a new crush. i'm glad nobody i know in day to day life reads this.
The plugged-in X-Philes, who incidentally have elevated the Gunmen to cult status with several Web pages, are thrilled.
"Woo-Hoo!" writes one on the aus.tv.x-files newsgroup.
"I will be quite happy to watch the show," says another.
easy, easy, rein it in and tone it down now boys.:)
I, on the other hand, need to settle. speaking of leading fantasy-lives, mine is now one of conspiracy thories and wacky hi-jinks. it's so embarrassing, but we all do it.
right?
right???
"Woo-Hoo!" writes one on the aus.tv.x-files newsgroup.
"I will be quite happy to watch the show," says another.
easy, easy, rein it in and tone it down now boys.:)
I, on the other hand, need to settle. speaking of leading fantasy-lives, mine is now one of conspiracy thories and wacky hi-jinks. it's so embarrassing, but we all do it.
right?
right???
i love that goose introduced her mom to freaks and geeks. this weekend todd and i were surfing the channels and we stopped on fox family (for the occasional Linda Blair hosted creepy ghost special) and we caught the last three minutes of F&G. Todd then said, "when is this normally on?"
if there's no swordplay, harakiri, or english subtitles and todd is still interested, it's got to be a good show.
if there's no swordplay, harakiri, or english subtitles and todd is still interested, it's got to be a good show.
12 March 2001
dnto- so special. i had that "kids in the hall" feeling all day. yes, it's its own emotion. when i heard mark's voice doing the pre-show announcement, i just wanted to hug somebody tight.
why is it that we don't have a shred of confidence when we talk?
and when i say we, i mean women, i guess. i hear it every day. why we can't just say something and let that be the end of it? the addendum to every statement is always, "i'm just an idiot", "don't listen to me", "none of this makes any sense", "i'm just babbling", "sorry, i'm stupid" and the like. how are we supposed to get anything done? how do we do that and then expect people to listen when we have something real to say? guys don't really do that. i guess i can see where it comes from, we pick on ourselves before anybody else can pick on us. we don't want the feeling of being second guessed, or worse, being wrong. what the hell? from now on i'm going to be wrong, and i'm going to babble except i'm going to call it taking risks and expressing myself.
i needed to get that off my chest, and yes, i was just about to apologize.
why is it that we don't have a shred of confidence when we talk?
and when i say we, i mean women, i guess. i hear it every day. why we can't just say something and let that be the end of it? the addendum to every statement is always, "i'm just an idiot", "don't listen to me", "none of this makes any sense", "i'm just babbling", "sorry, i'm stupid" and the like. how are we supposed to get anything done? how do we do that and then expect people to listen when we have something real to say? guys don't really do that. i guess i can see where it comes from, we pick on ourselves before anybody else can pick on us. we don't want the feeling of being second guessed, or worse, being wrong. what the hell? from now on i'm going to be wrong, and i'm going to babble except i'm going to call it taking risks and expressing myself.
i needed to get that off my chest, and yes, i was just about to apologize.
six pages into impro for storytellers, the boo-brick makes total sense. sweet, blessed sense. why did it take me so long to read this?
i feel really refreshed today. i think it's all the rest i got this weekend (that i really shouldn't be bragging about). i went out on saturday for a little while (founding fathers, best burger in the northeast) but other than that i just napped and straightened up and learned oragami.
i feel really refreshed today. i think it's all the rest i got this weekend (that i really shouldn't be bragging about). i went out on saturday for a little while (founding fathers, best burger in the northeast) but other than that i just napped and straightened up and learned oragami.
10 March 2001
i should be showering right now. i feel like such an idiot when people come home in the afternoon and i'm unshowered, dishes undone.
but . . .but . . . . tv's on!
i wish you could see me right now. i had to hook up the computer in the work-in-progress room, but i can't move anything because the walls are drying from the newest coat of joint compound. so now i'm sitting on a little corner of a little table covered with junk, reaching across the desk to type my little stories. the living end! i swear!!
but . . .but . . . . tv's on!
i wish you could see me right now. i had to hook up the computer in the work-in-progress room, but i can't move anything because the walls are drying from the newest coat of joint compound. so now i'm sitting on a little corner of a little table covered with junk, reaching across the desk to type my little stories. the living end! i swear!!
mmmm . . .so . . .i skipped the workshop todd and i teach because i wanted to listen to DNTO. the Kids in the Hall section isn't on until 4. s'ok. i didn't want to go anyway. i have issues with it lately. don't get me staaaaaaated. i watched the boston strangler last night and then dreamt that the kid who is starting to stalk me pulled me into the bathroom at the club where we do our show. i really need to stop watching tv so much.
i made jello. it's setting. what a miraculous pro-cess.
i made jello. it's setting. what a miraculous pro-cess.
08 March 2001
oh my scott, give me strength.
can you tell how boring it's been in this place today? i'm blogging my every thought. i'm giving out advice that people don't need (sorry tara:P)
i jammed up the stapler just so i could unjam it, so looked like i had something to do.
sad as snake snot i am.
if anybody's curoius, a drivers license is good enough when crossing the border. be cautious if you are bringing anybody under 18 over the border with you , you need serious identification and in some cases, proof of your purpose for crossing the border (tickets to the show, or a program) although i don't think that's the case in any of the cases, it's just a fun fact to know and tell. i crossed the border twice a week for three years and never got pulled over. just be friendly and give straight answers. and don't bring any drugs with you. just don't do drugs at all . . . or, whatever. i would have posted this on the ng but my server won't let me. i can only read the google version and cry,cry,cry.
for those of you who don't know what i'm talking about, screw you.
ooo-cute boy. what was i saying?
can you tell how boring it's been in this place today? i'm blogging my every thought. i'm giving out advice that people don't need (sorry tara:P)
i jammed up the stapler just so i could unjam it, so looked like i had something to do.
sad as snake snot i am.
if anybody's curoius, a drivers license is good enough when crossing the border. be cautious if you are bringing anybody under 18 over the border with you , you need serious identification and in some cases, proof of your purpose for crossing the border (tickets to the show, or a program) although i don't think that's the case in any of the cases, it's just a fun fact to know and tell. i crossed the border twice a week for three years and never got pulled over. just be friendly and give straight answers. and don't bring any drugs with you. just don't do drugs at all . . . or, whatever. i would have posted this on the ng but my server won't let me. i can only read the google version and cry,cry,cry.
for those of you who don't know what i'm talking about, screw you.
ooo-cute boy. what was i saying?
http://e-com-con.com/
if you watched the lone gunmen last sunday, this site is precious. it's not as funny if you didn't see it, but it's still kind of funny.
it's so sad, i can see myself leading the LG estrogen brigade inside of a week.
if you watched the lone gunmen last sunday, this site is precious. it's not as funny if you didn't see it, but it's still kind of funny.
it's so sad, i can see myself leading the LG estrogen brigade inside of a week.
if there were an award for pants, and there should be, i would nominate the pair i am wearing right now. they are army green with lots of pockets, a little more than boot cut, the perfect cotton-something blend and they fit perfectly. i even have to hitch them up a little once in a while, which i enjoy thoroughly.
yeah . . .pants.
if there were an award for most updated blog with entrys devoid of sense, logic or anything interesting to say, i would be nominated.
and honoured.
yeah . . .pants.
if there were an award for most updated blog with entrys devoid of sense, logic or anything interesting to say, i would be nominated.
and honoured.
http://www.darkhorizons.com/news9/manson.jpg
apparently,this photo was taken in a moscow strip club.
my.
oh.
my.
apparently,this photo was taken in a moscow strip club.
my.
oh.
my.
i was reading nicole's blog (you know, tara's nicole ;P) and she reminded me of this: (she didn't directly remind me, it was an older entry, never mind.)
like, six or seven years ago i went to a star trek convention in toronto (don't laugh!) with my brother, my cousin and some friends of ours. at one point in the day, i went to the bathroom in the convention center, and i was having a "stall to stall conversation" initiated by a woman who walked in after i was already in there. something like, "they never have enough toilet paper!" and "the rolls don't even move" and the like. haha and so on. when we both exited the stalls i realized that she was dressed in full Klingon uniform. the headress, the hair and makeup, everything. and i actually felt underdressed for the situation.
there is nothing in my left hand, there is nothing up my sleeves, there is nothing on my plate but syrup, yum, in my right hand there is a russian novel, it must always be a russian novel . . .
like, six or seven years ago i went to a star trek convention in toronto (don't laugh!) with my brother, my cousin and some friends of ours. at one point in the day, i went to the bathroom in the convention center, and i was having a "stall to stall conversation" initiated by a woman who walked in after i was already in there. something like, "they never have enough toilet paper!" and "the rolls don't even move" and the like. haha and so on. when we both exited the stalls i realized that she was dressed in full Klingon uniform. the headress, the hair and makeup, everything. and i actually felt underdressed for the situation.
there is nothing in my left hand, there is nothing up my sleeves, there is nothing on my plate but syrup, yum, in my right hand there is a russian novel, it must always be a russian novel . . .
watched the matrix again last night.
all i could think about while i watched it this time was what a good video game it would make and how much it parrallels Tron.
i believe my nervous system has recovered from the "death primer" incident, and it's too soon to say, but i might not be stupid!
i ordered tickets for humber last night. i realized while i was talking to the ticket rep that i didn't know what the event was called. i still kind of don't. i think it's called "a night of funny canadians". i was on hold for 15 minutes (long damn distance) and then the rep chatted me up about the president, canadian fame versus fame in the us, the strength of the canadian dollar and then tried to get me into a conversation about the people on the bill for the night, which was the only thing i knew something about. I should have been curt with him, but i get so drawn in by that lilt-y canadian accent. now i know why i was on hold for so long. :P
all i could think about while i watched it this time was what a good video game it would make and how much it parrallels Tron.
i believe my nervous system has recovered from the "death primer" incident, and it's too soon to say, but i might not be stupid!
i ordered tickets for humber last night. i realized while i was talking to the ticket rep that i didn't know what the event was called. i still kind of don't. i think it's called "a night of funny canadians". i was on hold for 15 minutes (long damn distance) and then the rep chatted me up about the president, canadian fame versus fame in the us, the strength of the canadian dollar and then tried to get me into a conversation about the people on the bill for the night, which was the only thing i knew something about. I should have been curt with him, but i get so drawn in by that lilt-y canadian accent. now i know why i was on hold for so long. :P
07 March 2001
http://dreamwriter23.blogspot.com/
you could fly to buffalo and rent a car to drive back and forth. it's only an hour and a half drive, and it might be cheaper than having to fly into toronto and having to somehow get yourself to the venue. not that you were asking for advice, but there ya go. ;)
(as you can see, i can link things, but not in a smooth manner.. i evolve but slowly)
you could fly to buffalo and rent a car to drive back and forth. it's only an hour and a half drive, and it might be cheaper than having to fly into toronto and having to somehow get yourself to the venue. not that you were asking for advice, but there ya go. ;)
(as you can see, i can link things, but not in a smooth manner.. i evolve but slowly)
i'm kind of loopy today. i tried to stamp the date on a piece of mail with my water bottle. it didn't work.
here's a word to the wise, if ever you have the opportunity to use a product called "kilz", take the hint. after about 20 minutes of painting it on the walls in the cool room i started to feel like i was on acid. my arms felt like they were filled with novacaine and the whole apartment smelled like kerosine. it probably still does. i got up at 5am and called the poison control center. hard to be witty today, i feel like i'm sitting on krypronite.
i had the impuse to fly to nyc while sitting on the bus today. i just felt this pang like i missed it all of the sudden. then i realized that someone who had gotten on smelled like the nuts4nuts carts. i got to thinking that maybe i dont really like the city, maybe i just like almonds.
i made a friend on the subway. i don't normally talk to strangers, but as you read above, i'm not myself today. we talked for fifteen minutes about speakers and movies, and then he gave me his whole theory on marriage and how much money he's going to make when he's a lawyer. wink wink, ::sparkle tooth:: this is where i get off. :P
here's a word to the wise, if ever you have the opportunity to use a product called "kilz", take the hint. after about 20 minutes of painting it on the walls in the cool room i started to feel like i was on acid. my arms felt like they were filled with novacaine and the whole apartment smelled like kerosine. it probably still does. i got up at 5am and called the poison control center. hard to be witty today, i feel like i'm sitting on krypronite.
i had the impuse to fly to nyc while sitting on the bus today. i just felt this pang like i missed it all of the sudden. then i realized that someone who had gotten on smelled like the nuts4nuts carts. i got to thinking that maybe i dont really like the city, maybe i just like almonds.
i made a friend on the subway. i don't normally talk to strangers, but as you read above, i'm not myself today. we talked for fifteen minutes about speakers and movies, and then he gave me his whole theory on marriage and how much money he's going to make when he's a lawyer. wink wink, ::sparkle tooth:: this is where i get off. :P
06 March 2001
i don't want to do this anymore. pwah. i'm a whiner.
in chase's calendar of events they list the premiere of "21 jump street" as an event of note.
i was about to blog about how I split my crush between dustin nyguyen and peter deluise, but then i realized i have at least five years on the majority of the people reading this and i would die if someone read this and said "21 wha? jumping who?"
It was a great show. let's leave it at that.
in chase's calendar of events they list the premiere of "21 jump street" as an event of note.
i was about to blog about how I split my crush between dustin nyguyen and peter deluise, but then i realized i have at least five years on the majority of the people reading this and i would die if someone read this and said "21 wha? jumping who?"
It was a great show. let's leave it at that.
i am never, ever invited to order lunch with the rest of the office. if i am hungry i have to tackle somebody with a menu and put five dollars in their hand. they're wily, too. they get all kinds of sunshine and exercise. not that i care. thank god i brought an orange.
part of my job is to put together these fun little calendars with wacky or important events to send out with our company info on it every month.
april 4th is "thank you school librarian" day
the 5th is the 15th anniversary of a german discotheque bombing. that kind of touches me. somebody lost somebody they love while they were dancing to "funkytown" and drinking a seabreeze.
part of my job is to put together these fun little calendars with wacky or important events to send out with our company info on it every month.
april 4th is "thank you school librarian" day
the 5th is the 15th anniversary of a german discotheque bombing. that kind of touches me. somebody lost somebody they love while they were dancing to "funkytown" and drinking a seabreeze.
i always grab a yellow mug for my coffee at work. i pretend it says WNYX. even though it actually says "rapid rays".
[my dad's name is ray, he works for fedex. ;} ]
so i left this paper on our desk (the desk i share with the other sectretary) with a sticky note that said "do you want me file this or toss it?" she circled the word "toss" on my note and left it there. i guess i was asking for that.
the girl that todd has to kiss in hamlet is a cheerleader, and she was on espn last night.
mmppphhh. (notice she's not "gertrude" but "the girl todd has to kiss")
i'm not the jealous kind. really.
i forgot to blog about the lone gunmen!
i liked it. it reminded me of the way the x-files used to be a long time ago. i'm not too sure what i mean by that. i guess i just like that it's smart and the plot was clean. and those guys are so damn likeable. i wish they would get rid of that "reminds us of the chick from dark angel" girl, she's already on my last nerve.
are you so glad i blogged about the lone gunmen? ;)
[my dad's name is ray, he works for fedex. ;} ]
so i left this paper on our desk (the desk i share with the other sectretary) with a sticky note that said "do you want me file this or toss it?" she circled the word "toss" on my note and left it there. i guess i was asking for that.
the girl that todd has to kiss in hamlet is a cheerleader, and she was on espn last night.
mmppphhh. (notice she's not "gertrude" but "the girl todd has to kiss")
i'm not the jealous kind. really.
i forgot to blog about the lone gunmen!
i liked it. it reminded me of the way the x-files used to be a long time ago. i'm not too sure what i mean by that. i guess i just like that it's smart and the plot was clean. and those guys are so damn likeable. i wish they would get rid of that "reminds us of the chick from dark angel" girl, she's already on my last nerve.
are you so glad i blogged about the lone gunmen? ;)
05 March 2001
i miss my brothers.
wah.
adam is in an improv group with a certain famous person's brother. i am so famous by association.
jason is living in an aprtment with two chicks. come and knock on my door! woop woop!
i have to do all of my computing at work, as we are doing renovations in our cool room, vis-a-vis actually making it a room that is, in fact, cool.
wah.
adam is in an improv group with a certain famous person's brother. i am so famous by association.
jason is living in an aprtment with two chicks. come and knock on my door! woop woop!
i have to do all of my computing at work, as we are doing renovations in our cool room, vis-a-vis actually making it a room that is, in fact, cool.
it looks like alt.dave/kith is going en masse to toronto at the end of the month. this is so very awesome. i get to see kitana and meet tavie, and a whole bunch of other people i've never met. (like ade, who's name reminds me of "adelaide" from guys and dolls.[this one time in high school i had to do a scene from g&d for drama class with barbara pajacki and she was adelaide, and had a broken leg, and did the whole scene from a chair. i had to dance around her.] even though i realize "adelaide " is not her name)
and todd actually wants to go, no needling involved. i think he was seduced by the presence of mike myers and colin mocherie.
O'Brien bragged about his manly abilities and called himself the "best lay in celebrityville." All the while, O'Brien -- rubbing himself on the chair -- received assurances that no, the Kids in the Hall weren't filming and yes, the segment would be cut. Oops.
oops indeed. what a scoop! :P
and todd actually wants to go, no needling involved. i think he was seduced by the presence of mike myers and colin mocherie.
O'Brien bragged about his manly abilities and called himself the "best lay in celebrityville." All the while, O'Brien -- rubbing himself on the chair -- received assurances that no, the Kids in the Hall weren't filming and yes, the segment would be cut. Oops.
oops indeed. what a scoop! :P
03 March 2001
nw: return of the jedi
interesting facts presented at todd's mom's birthday dinner:
1. one in every eight americans at one time worked at a McDonalds.
2. the "bad mexican restaurant" where the newsradio crew spends their down time is called the cantina.
3. stephen root is in the movie ghost. he's a the police detective demi moore goes to after whoopi g. shows up at her house.
"just tell ol' unca jimmy."
interesting facts presented at todd's mom's birthday dinner:
1. one in every eight americans at one time worked at a McDonalds.
2. the "bad mexican restaurant" where the newsradio crew spends their down time is called the cantina.
3. stephen root is in the movie ghost. he's a the police detective demi moore goes to after whoopi g. shows up at her house.
"just tell ol' unca jimmy."
02 March 2001
speaking of homina . . . kitana, i was wondering (and i always think kitana when i speak of homina ;)) if any of your pictures turned out. for curiosity's sake, you know.
for the sake of science!! for the good of man!!! and all mankind!!!!! for the children!!!!!!!!!!
I'm defrosting my freezer in the midst of a snowstorm. my life is so friggin redundant.
for the sake of science!! for the good of man!!! and all mankind!!!!! for the children!!!!!!!!!!
I'm defrosting my freezer in the midst of a snowstorm. my life is so friggin redundant.
tavie, it makes you the GOOD kind of geeky :)
I've kind of been a freak magnet lately. I'm not sure if its my raggy coat or the fact that I've been spending a lot more time on public transportation, but they just LOVE me.
At mardi blah there was "jesus boy" who blessed himself over and over again and then drank a gimlet of something brown. once when i turned around he was staring at me and in one hand he had a big wooden cross and was giving me the peace sign with the other. he was just standing frozen like that.
At the deli yesterday i was waiting in line for the atm and there was a semi homeless looking gentleman drinking milk and looking at me. when i looked up at him he jumped a little like i surprised him. it was kind of funny actually. he had good timing. he also had a big antique lamp with him.
all in all, not bad experiences.
I've kind of been a freak magnet lately. I'm not sure if its my raggy coat or the fact that I've been spending a lot more time on public transportation, but they just LOVE me.
At mardi blah there was "jesus boy" who blessed himself over and over again and then drank a gimlet of something brown. once when i turned around he was staring at me and in one hand he had a big wooden cross and was giving me the peace sign with the other. he was just standing frozen like that.
At the deli yesterday i was waiting in line for the atm and there was a semi homeless looking gentleman drinking milk and looking at me. when i looked up at him he jumped a little like i surprised him. it was kind of funny actually. he had good timing. he also had a big antique lamp with him.
all in all, not bad experiences.
Most recent lessons learned?
how to make potato pancakes, silent movies aren't all corny, famous people are just like normal people but with cooler jobs, blue cheese tastes really, really good on potato peirogies, being a geek is a blessing you don't appreciate until after high school.
Favorite childhood memories?
reading books with my feet on the radiator.
most people hate to see surveys in their inbox, but i love self disclosure.
how to make potato pancakes, silent movies aren't all corny, famous people are just like normal people but with cooler jobs, blue cheese tastes really, really good on potato peirogies, being a geek is a blessing you don't appreciate until after high school.
Favorite childhood memories?
reading books with my feet on the radiator.
most people hate to see surveys in their inbox, but i love self disclosure.
it's been a while since i've seen a capital Q. i actually thought for a split second, "mr. quackenbush spells his name with a 2."
my brother sent me a little email survey we've been sending around,
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
adam: Making people laugh, and getting paid phat bling-bling
bling bling.
the good thing about this survey is that i get to find out where the "weirdest place" adam has "had the screw".
mmph. anyway. :P
my brother sent me a little email survey we've been sending around,
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
adam: Making people laugh, and getting paid phat bling-bling
bling bling.
the good thing about this survey is that i get to find out where the "weirdest place" adam has "had the screw".
mmph. anyway. :P
01 March 2001
1.*gum would be perfection*
2. bill maher is an idiot
3. dave foley is fidgety and is well versed in the ways of . . .you know, don't make me say it. you know . . rent's due?
4. the aformentioned dave is right. they left my sandwich off the lunch order and I almost cried.
5.if i knew how to put links on my log i could put a link to my email address and you could email me and tell me how to put links on my blog.
6. i want to cut off my hair. i am so sick of having to get up early and wash it and comb it out and dry it. and it still looks all scraggly. "but sarah, you can't it so long and preeeeeeeeetty." come over at 6 am every morning and you do the maintenance and we'll see how preeeeetty it is in a week. ;)
7. i wish i was still in school. my brain is beginning to atrophy.
8. it's kind of sad that when i left one chord to another and portishead:roseland at the bpo when I quit i cut my cd collection almost in half.
9. i am having trouble with mike myers ever since the whole dieter thing. no matter what they did to intimidate him, it was never going to happen anyway. the character was stolen from a fellow second city castmate to begin with. I still love him, but less like the fun uncle and more like the drunk uncle.
10. i'm not a pickle fan today.
2. bill maher is an idiot
3. dave foley is fidgety and is well versed in the ways of . . .you know, don't make me say it. you know . . rent's due?
4. the aformentioned dave is right. they left my sandwich off the lunch order and I almost cried.
5.if i knew how to put links on my log i could put a link to my email address and you could email me and tell me how to put links on my blog.
6. i want to cut off my hair. i am so sick of having to get up early and wash it and comb it out and dry it. and it still looks all scraggly. "but sarah, you can't it so long and preeeeeeeeetty." come over at 6 am every morning and you do the maintenance and we'll see how preeeeetty it is in a week. ;)
7. i wish i was still in school. my brain is beginning to atrophy.
8. it's kind of sad that when i left one chord to another and portishead:roseland at the bpo when I quit i cut my cd collection almost in half.
9. i am having trouble with mike myers ever since the whole dieter thing. no matter what they did to intimidate him, it was never going to happen anyway. the character was stolen from a fellow second city castmate to begin with. I still love him, but less like the fun uncle and more like the drunk uncle.
10. i'm not a pickle fan today.
on aim, i sent tod a message that read "go away, Constable McYellington." but I didn't use any caps, so it looked like I was talking to constable emcee yellington, the lamest rap artist south of wales.
can somebody tell me how to put links in my blog? i can't work the hyperlink thingy.
don't be alarmed, i can't be certain, but I'm pretty sure it's broken.
(i may also be what is commonly called a moron.)
can somebody tell me how to put links in my blog? i can't work the hyperlink thingy.
don't be alarmed, i can't be certain, but I'm pretty sure it's broken.
(i may also be what is commonly called a moron.)
at work all I hear all day is "check your properties", "blah blah water tower", "blah blah townhouse".
This isn't an architechtural (ttp://www.archres.com/) firm, it's a big old game of monopoly. ("blah blah i'm the boot")
I just read Stephanie's blog about Meredith, too.
I went through a similar thing when I was 16. except his name was Bill, and i was 16 a few years before you were.
I totally feel what you're saying, when it happened my whole world shifted. I felt like I was on top of a building about to fall all the time. it physically hurt to feel what I was feeling. if I realized that I wasn't thinking about him for even a moment i would beat myself up.
(he died of a heart attack while he was away for a crew meet in georgetown. the day he left i woke up at 4am because it sounded like a plane was taking off over my head, it was at the exact time his plane was supposed to take off.)
about a month after he died i had a dream i was sitting on the couch with a friend. I looked at her, then away, and when I looked back she was sitting on his lap and they were laughing. i finally felt something new in the pit of my stomach where all that pain used to be. in my dream i started crying, and bill looked at me and said, "stop crying". and laughed at me, like he always did, for being an idiot.
for the rest of my dreams that night, i walked around all of the places we used to go. i would get a feeling he was behind me, and i would try to turn around and i could only catch a glimpse of him. he did that, "turn around at he same pace-stay behind you the whole time trick." it was a little game. i woke up missing him, but that achy, sick part of my stomach got a little better.
I wish we knew each other now. but at the same time i'm sure he sees me and knows what i'm doing.
I sure hope this made sense.
This isn't an architechtural (ttp://www.archres.com/) firm, it's a big old game of monopoly. ("blah blah i'm the boot")
I just read Stephanie's blog about Meredith, too.
I went through a similar thing when I was 16. except his name was Bill, and i was 16 a few years before you were.
I totally feel what you're saying, when it happened my whole world shifted. I felt like I was on top of a building about to fall all the time. it physically hurt to feel what I was feeling. if I realized that I wasn't thinking about him for even a moment i would beat myself up.
(he died of a heart attack while he was away for a crew meet in georgetown. the day he left i woke up at 4am because it sounded like a plane was taking off over my head, it was at the exact time his plane was supposed to take off.)
about a month after he died i had a dream i was sitting on the couch with a friend. I looked at her, then away, and when I looked back she was sitting on his lap and they were laughing. i finally felt something new in the pit of my stomach where all that pain used to be. in my dream i started crying, and bill looked at me and said, "stop crying". and laughed at me, like he always did, for being an idiot.
for the rest of my dreams that night, i walked around all of the places we used to go. i would get a feeling he was behind me, and i would try to turn around and i could only catch a glimpse of him. he did that, "turn around at he same pace-stay behind you the whole time trick." it was a little game. i woke up missing him, but that achy, sick part of my stomach got a little better.
I wish we knew each other now. but at the same time i'm sure he sees me and knows what i'm doing.
I sure hope this made sense.
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