Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Music: Eels - Going to your funeral
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Okie doke. Update time. Nothing much has happened, but I still feel the need to ramble.

My mother got a job with a local paper. I'm not entirely sure what she'll be doing, but the job has benefits and it's a paycheck, two things she was clamoring for a few weeks ago...Now suddenly she seems like she wishes she didn't have to go back to work.

Ladies and gentlemen, if I ever get to be this indecisive about what I want, please take me in to the backyarn for an "Ol' Yeller" reinactment.

Oh. And on Saturday we had a family event. Fantasy Football! The real American passtime. For some reason, I love watching guys with their sports stuff. They can know every single stat and projection for the every player in the legue...but somehow that doesn't make them nerds. Having a magazine on the topic? Still not nerdy. Spreadsheets? Somehow still not likely to earn you a wedgie. My father and my uncle (known during the season as the hapless "Train Wreckers"), looked more like tax attorneys than sports enthusiasts. Me? I made some progress on the sock I was knitting, played with the babies, and leveled up a couple pokemon.

Went out to the Office with some of the crew later that night and got back in to the swing of making fun of Monday Night Raw over at Jeff's house. I missed going to Monday Night. I got so much knitting done there...sock's done now, by the way. Completed with the help of two manly activities in which I have a purly sociological interest.
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Monday, August 20, 2007

Music: Regina Specktor - Fidelity
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You ever have one of thsoe days where you're just not fit for public? Where you're a little walking ball of hate and even the world's cutest puppy couldn't do anything to help?

Yeah. That was this past Thursday. How many things could have possibly gone wrong that day? Oh man. For starters I didn't know the other secretary wasn't going to be in that day until I got there, so that makes getting lunch a tricky proposition. It also meant I had to stay in the office bored out of my mind until 5 instead of leaving at 3 like I usually do (by 3:00, the menial task of scanning old documents starts to drive me insane). Then the one lawyer who works here started trying to "cheer me up."

A word of advice for all of my friends: If I'm in a shit mood, back away, do other things, and for fucks' sake don't try to "cheer me up." Because if you do this I will feel forced to put on a false facade of being cheerful and that makes the mood even worse. My bad days usually only last one day unless some damned fool tries to "help." Then the hate goes sepctic and I'm a total bitch for at least two more day.

Thursday only got worse when I remembered that my mother really wanted me to go to this Bucknell Alumni of North Jersey event thing at this restaurant in Morristown. I never wanted to go, and in the mood I was in, it was actually a terrible idea for me to go. But frankly, I didn't want to listen to my mother inform me repeatedly for the next several weeks that she was "very disappointed that I chose to skip this opportunity to make new and potentially important connections."

Ya see, my mother was convinced that not only was I going to meet my future husband at this event, but also meet someone who could get me a high-paying paralegal job in the city and get me in to Harvard Law School, LSAT scores be damned. My mother can get really delusional some times, and this is honestly the kind of hope she was pinning on this one evening.

It was a nightmare. I stayed for 20 minute. Everyone there was like 30 or older and there with their spouse, also a Bucknell Alumni. These spousal pairs had clumped together in to manageable groups of 8. There was clearly no place for a 23 year old who had shown up alone. In fact, the only reason I stayed the 20 minutes I did was because it was difficult to get to the door through the crowds of married couples.

WORST. MOOD. EVER.

I went home, told my mom the thing had sucked (she was visably disappointed) and hid in the basement for the rest of the night with my phone turned off.

To emphasize the point of this post, please do not be offended when I don't answer my phone sometimes, my friends. If I go the entire night without picking up, it's probably for the best. I'll be back to my old self as quick as I can so long as I get plenty of isolation and tea.

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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

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If you don't mind my asking, who are those comic characters pictured above? Two of them look very familiar to me, but I can't quite place them. Is the one on the far right, Moira McTaggert?

# posted by  Mademoiselle : 2:43 PM

 

I remember that bit! That thing is absolutely hilarious. Happy to say I pump my own gas now :-P

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Marie: Congratulations for overcoming the handicap or your overdeveloped mulletorcius :P I also think it's a lie that gas is cheap in self-serve states since it was always more expensive out in Central PA.

Mademoiselle: From right to left I've got The Bride, Goldie/Wendy from Sin City, Death from Sandman, and the no-name over on the far right is my pet C-Lister of the Marvel Universe, Siryn.

# posted by  ErisSaid : 10:14 AM

 

It is cheaper at self service in general...but Jersey has the gas prices going on cause we have all the oil refineries and it doesn't have to travel as far. Sad, but true.

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Friday, August 10, 2007

Music: The Fratellis - Solid Gold Easy Action
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Sometimes I forget that other people use the internet.

For as long as I've been keeping this blog, (later this month it will be 3 years of actual writing, 4 years chronological) I've never really thought about the fact that it's out on the internet. *Anyone* can read this, not just my friends. Whenever I've even come near pondering it I always remind myself 'You're not that interesting so no one but your friends is going to read this thing relax.' And Blogger doesn't have any little functions of traffic recorders to tell me otherwise, so I go one my merry way with that. Not like I post anything incriminating on here anyways.

But then I created a blog over on Wordpress. Not gonna link it since it's just a boring ass knitting blog, but the thing is Wordpress has like these traffic monitoring applications that just kinda come with the blog...this is showing me proof positive that people are actually reading it. I don't know how to deal with this. I've even on somebody's blogroll, for God's sake! I'm boring! And it's someone whos site I actually read that has me on there. This is so weird...guess I forgot that the internet is actually full of people...

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Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Music: Foo Fighters - Everlong
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Apparently I'm so boring that it weirds people out when I do something even slightly unexpected.

This past Sunday was really nice. It was warm out, but there was a good breeze that kept it from being uncomfortable. It was so nice and sunny that, instead of retreating to my basement lair, I decided to sit out on our screened in porch...which is kinda like going outside, but without all the sunburn and bugs so it's better. It was a great few hours. I brought out some really easy knitting and listened to an Agatha Christie audiobook sitting on a really comfy lounge chair.

After about two hours, I got the feeling that someone was looking over my shoulder. There was my mother, looking at me in total shock. I paused my book to hear her stammer "You're...outside? Why?" When I explained the whole nice-day-not-too-hot-nothing-else-to-do scenario it looked like she didn't believe me at first, but then just kinda nodded and went back inside.

Dad came out later to have a smoke and finish Harry Potter. Even *he* looked at me like I'd grown three heads, but maybe that was based in the fact that I had kind of invaded his little reading hideaway. Too bad. He can share. Once the humidity goes down I'm planning to do the same thing. Being outside is great so long as I don't have to be exposed to sunlight and insects while having access to a ceiling fan.

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Amen to that, Joyce.

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