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don't know when i'll be back again...
actually i do. i leave today and get back on monday. goin home to the washington metropolitan area (that's what we call it instead of "dc-land") for a little relaxation and family time. won't be much in the way of blogging, so i will leave you with this final thought...
chickenless nuggets by trader joe's are grrrrrr-eat!
there is a strange correlation between my entrance into a library and my need to empty my bladder. every single time i spend more than 2 minutes in a library, i have to use the bathroom.
why? is it the smell of the books? not quite, because the bookstore correlation is not nearly as strong. maybe it's the old book smell. i wonder if there is some sort of chemical trigger that makes me have to pee.
does anyone else have this problem? it is very frustrating.
he passed by me that morning, a stranger, and handed me a flyer that read "sleep study. subjects wanted".
now here i lay, weeks later, studying <i>his</i> sleep, recording each flutter of his eyelids, plotting his quiet murmurs, and taking notes on each time my heart skips a beat with his breath.
for the first time yesterday i got angry
for the first time yesterday i bought something pink and fuzzy
for the first time yesterday i saw past the magic
for the first time yesterday i labeled myself author
for the first time yesterday i became my father on a saturday morning
for the first time yesterday i ate old paint
i've never really hated anyone before. i've strongly disliked, but never hated. now i hate. i have an arch-enemy now. we'll call him "jerk".
right now, after a recent confrontation, the hatred is spilling out and leaking into my hands, making it difficult to type.
unfortunately, i have to see and interact with jerk everyday. what to do about this misfortune? i must learn to suppress the hatred. think happy thoughts, meisa. happy thoughts of jerk leaving and never returning. or maybe of jerk getting yelled at by the boss. or maybe even of jerk living in misery for the rest of his life. take that, jerk!
<i>disclaimer: i'm not really this evil. jerk brings out the worst in me.</i>
the following is an excerpt from meisa's inner dialogue this morning.
hmmm...looks like the milk has spoiled. guess i'll have to have oatmeal for breakfast.
let's see, a small bowl would be good, rip open pack of oatmeal and pour into bowl, and add a tad of honey.
*****whistle*****
ahhh, water's ready. pour in water, grab a spoon and we're set.
hmmmm, that's strange. the oatmeal seems to have more black fibers than usual. hmph, must be the oats. but wait, the fibers seem to have legs.
grossssssssss!!!!!!!!!!
so it's time...i'm about to announce a major life decision. maybe some of you have seen this coming. i have to say, it came on slowly, but i know for sure that i've made the right choice. after more than 20 years, i'm saying goodbye.
goodbye aquafresh. you have been my favorite toothpaste for so long now, but it's time we went our separate ways. you just aren't fulfulling my needs. there was that brief time when i was entranced by arm & hammer baking soda tooth powder, but i came back, as you were sure i would. but not this time, my friend. i suppose we have this whole tube of you to get through, and maybe i'll change my mind. but it is unlikely. please don't get your hopes up.
i've been cheating on you here and there in search of a suitable replacement. i haven't made up my mind yet, but i do know for certain that we are just not right for each other.
please don't make this any harder than it needs to be. i don't think we can even be friends anymore. it will just be more painful.
good luck aquafresh. i'm sure you'll find someone else's mouth to freshen.
this morning a parking services man told me that i have a very pretty smile. thank you mr. parking services man for making my day.
this blog is nothing but an excuse not to work for me. well, no, it is more than that. but it definately helps in looking for ways to procrastinate. like just now, i am supposed to be writing this paper, and here i am blogging. i was listening to "lady in red" as i was "writing", and i thought to myself, "i should blog about this song". so what do i do? not work! that's right, i blog.
red is not just my favourite colour, but a giant source of happiness. red things (not blood), typically bring a smile to my face and put a little twinkle in my eye. it's like the red object and i are sharing something special that no one else sees.
but it's funny, whenever i hear the song, i never feel like it is really associated with me and red. i usually think of two things: 1) my dad and 2) a lean cuisine commercial.
i remember my dad singing along with this song whenever it came on the radio, and when chris de burgh sings "...dancing with me, cheek to cheek...", my dad always says "chee-leek au chee-leek". this doesn't translate very well into the written form, but it always made me laugh.
and i don't know if any of you have seen this horrible commercial where the woman wearing a red dress starts dancing like a freak and trying to sexily toss about her hair because she has just eaten lean cuisine. her husband is, of course, floored because she is suddenly so sexy now that she has just eaten lite chicken cacciatore or something of the sort. terrible commercial. i can't believe someone actually got paid for coming up with it.
anyway, back to work. or rather, back to looking for something other than work to do. i think i will continue listening to cheeseball 80s music. maybe a little of Wham!'s "never gonna dance again". perhaps it will bring back other memories to share.
attention: males need not continue reading. you can't possibly understand.
hormones are a horrible thing. they make me believe that everyone hates me and my life can't possibly get any worse. luckily, i realize that this is not true, and it is only my hormones out to trick me, once every 28 days. i'm on to you, hormones. don't think you can fool me.
unfortunately, although i realize these things aren't true, i still become very sad and/or angry. i pity those around me at the peak of this 28 day cycle. but if you happen to be one of those unfortunate few, please don't blame me. blame my hormones. they are out to get you too.
nothing
oh wait, i guess there is something...
i learned that i should have kept sleeping instead of coming to work, because, not only did i not move forward, i screwed myself over and set myself back a week's worth of work.
maybe tomorrow i will just keep sleeping.
saturday nite a group of us took my friend gabriella out for her birthday to "sugar:a dessert bar". it was by far the swankiest place i've ever been. i am way to uncool to go back there. i did my best to dress the part, but i don't think it really worked. the drinks were like 15 bucks apiece. to give them credit, they did have really awesome names. i ordered a "sour motherpucker" (virtually a sour apple martini) which i didn't end up finishing, but ordered just to say "sour motherpucker". they also had desserts with names like "creme and punishment" and "the unbearable lightness of rice". quite clever i thought.
we left not too long after finishing our desserts, as we couldn't really afford to be there any longer, and headed down to "sauce". fun bar/club i thought, but not nearly as hipster.
i've been looking at a lot of blogs recently (all in an effort to avoid work) and have found everyone to be much more interesting than i am. in an effort to make myself more intriguing to myself (and maybe you all), i'm going to tell blatant lies.
this morning my foot got run over by the weinermobile. i was walking to work, and just as i was crossing maple, the weinermobile comes rushing by and clips my toe. fortunately, the driver realized what he had done, and explained that he was rushing to the hospital because his wife was in labor with an alien baby. since they were on their way to the hospital anyway, i jumped in. no worries, the lovely people there took care of my foot.
in other news, i shaved my eyebrows off this morning. it's a new look. i'm diggin' it.
it's been so long, but finally we were reunited. and i cried. i couldn't stop the tears from flowing...it was just such a moving reunion. yes, i'm talking about me and <a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/tlcdaytime/tlcpersonal.html">personal TLC</a>.
in college, my roommates and i would always be late for class because we were tied to the screen. from <a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/weddingstory/weddingstory.html">the wedding story</a>, to <a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/datingstory/datingstory.html">the dating story</a>, and our favorite, <a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/makeoverstory/makeoverstory.html">the makeover story</a>. it's just so beautiful. oh, the one episode of the makeover story when the newly made over husband who worked at target and only had red shirts saw his beautifully made over wife and teared up, we, too, couldn't stop crying. the tissue box was passed all around.
and then today... it had been so long, i didn't even know. personal TLC has introduced two new shows to their lineup. i had the pleasure of watching "<a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/secondchance/secondchance.html">second chance</a>", a lovely program where people who had once been dating and in love and lost touch get reunited to see if the spark is still there. the couple i saw today was so in love. and then when they exchanged promise rings at the end, i started bawling. the three of us shared tears of joy. they were so happy. i was so happy. it was so beautiful. excuse me for a moment while i wipe the tears from my eyes.
<b>avuncular</b>: \uh-VUHNG-kyuh-luhr\, adjective:
Of or pertaining to an uncle
i wonder what "of or pertaining to an aunt" would be...<i>avauntcular</i>?
last nite i dreamt about an herb garden. i'm thinking it was a sign that i need to start one. i won't be able to set it up exactly as the one in my dream, but i figure a window box will do. i'm thinking i will ask mac to make it over his semester break and then i will paint it and put it in our kitchen window. i've always wanted a window box. does anyone know if you can plant directly into a wooden box, or do i need to put ceramic pots in or coat it in plastic?
i tried once in little pots several years ago, but never got very far. i think i need to overload it with seeds. cause when you only have one sprout of basil with 3 leaves on it, it is not pretty look at, nor is it useful to cook with, as the plant will be depleted of life after one batch of sauce.
oooo, i can write <a href="http://www.me3dia.com/">andrew</a> to see if he will send me some basil seeds if he still has them! you can write him too! basil for all!
i just had some of al's tomato soup. i thought i might have gotten over its association with food poisoning (although i now believe it was not the cause), but all i could envision whilst eating it was it spewing from my mouth into the toilet. funny, this didn't stop me from finishing it.
not me. we didn't win any of the categories for best costume at the party i went to last nite. we had a fair showing in the votes, but not enough to beat out the ghostbusters for best group/duo. we were...candy corn!! my favorite halloween treat. each time i put one in my mouth (or 10 at a time, as i did not too long ago) i get surprised at how amazingly good they are. mmmmmm.
to transform ourselves into this heavenly treat, andrea and i bought white, orange and yellow felt, yellow tights, and yellow slippers. we made triangular dresses and white cone hats from the felt. the costumes were awesome. i'm still so proud of us. even if we didn't win, we're still winners in my book!
did any of you have cool costumes?