Friday, January 31, 2003
Passed the drug test, which was rather uninteresting and boring. Results made me depressed, so no new bong for this weekend. Guess that means I can pretty much start the internship next week. Scary.
On the way there, got caught in commuter hell. Gross. Almost felt like an...adult...with responsibilites and a job and crap. Is this what I have to look forward to when I finally decide to grow up? Commuting. Cubicle. Crap. Excellent. Now where's my rich husband to sweep me off my feet so I can live in the lap of leisure and luxury?
Got in the car to go back to room to slack off (as usual). Heard on the radio that Merrin Dungey was just interviewed. Dude. My timing sucks.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:59 AM ... ||
Things to do today:
1. Drug test.
2. Celebrate with new bong.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:00 AM ... ||
It's 12:30 AM. Rabbit's baking. Why?? Smells kinda like chocolate, but I'm pretty sure it's not going to actually taste like chocolate. Again. Why?? And she's charging her cell by the vanity sink. Somehow, this just doesn't seem like a good idea to me. There's at least 6 outlets in each of our rooms. What could she possibly be using all those outlets for? Oh wait. I forgot. This is the girl who's got all sorts of electric toys (well, except for that one, because dammit, she's got a Wabbit. hmph). Her newest toy that I found in the bathroom closet while I was looking for cleaning supplies? One of those foot massager things. Why why why??
I should be in bed. Pee test in a few hours. Lucky me.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:43 AM ... ||
Thursday, January 30, 2003
Aaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!
Why can't the Fire Dept. test their stupid fire alarms on the actual day stated on the flyers they handed out? Why must they do it 2 days after they said they would? Why can't they do it at a reasonable hour of the day? Like after I wake up, whenever that might be, and whenever I feel like it. It's not amusing to be yanked out of bed by the first alarm test thinking your apartment is on fire on the day you finally decide to let yourself sleep in. It's definitely not fun to run around the room trying to find the most minimally presentable clothes to slip into just in case it wasn't a test and was actually a fire drill. And it's most certainly not entertaining to almost walk out the door to find out what's going on without your glasses (because there's no time to put in the contacts) when you're pretty much blind as a bat. Grrr. Thank goodness it was only endless testing of their brand spanking new fire alarms in every single room in every single apartment. At 8-freaking-30 AM.
It's still going on, forcing me to come to lab to hide out. Damn annoying alarms. Why couldn't they start the tests after I left the apartment at ... well, whenever I felt like it. The sooner everyone gets in sync with my brainwaves and learns to make their worlds revolve around mine, the happier we'll all be. Although ... a couple of those Fire Dept. guys.... heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:07 AM ... ||
Haven't done a late night blog in awhile. Feels weird. LOL.
Weeeee!!! Nanda recc'ed a bunch (bunch?? hella lot, more like) SG1 fics for me. It's seriously going to take me awhile to get through all of them. LOL. Cannot wait. And yeah, if she wants me to be her SG1 fic padawan ... bring it on. Heh. ;)
I miss Lancer. A lot. :'(
Jenai and I got all sad and teary-eyed, and then cried when we heard about your "retirement." Okay, maybe not cried ... more like having our hearts ripped out of our bodies, leaving a hole and an empty shell of a person. Ermm ... okay ... maybe not that either. BUT there was much sadness. Screw the spoilers, sweetie, we just want you. Try to keep in touch, please? Even just for a second to say 'hi.' It's kinda hard to keep the LanceLust going if you disappear completely. You have our AIMs (and our tags at your mercy), and I promise not to ignore you this time. Heh.
Hmm. Does this mean I'm going to have to find my own accommodations when I visit L.A.?
Trix. Just bwahahaha at your "mouse attack."
Oh, and for anyone who was interested (probably not many) ... the PoohBro got the results back from his echo. Mitral valve prolapse. Sigh. Gotta do more research on it, but the doc says it's pretty much nothing. Hmm. You'd think I'd know more about it considering my thesis is more or less on the heart. Oh right. And how's that thesis going? Heh. Don't ask. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 1:17 AM ... ||
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
Paperwork is finished and faxed. Drug screen is scheduled for Friday morning (which is good, so I can party that weekend). ;) In another week or so, I should be working (kinda). Scary.
Mmmm. Gourmet lollipops that PoohBro forced me to buy in order to subsidize a school field trip. Large lollipops. Yum. *shoots death glare at anyone attempting to snark about putting things in mouth* Hmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:08 PM ... ||
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Soooooo.... *beats a dead horse deader (deader? is that a word?)*
I think I'm coming to terms with the post-SB Alias ep. Just five minutes ago (when I was busy not being productive), I told myself to get excited about the "new" series. Then I hit on this (during my very productive time, of course :P ), and recognized my initial reactions in it. Sigh.
So now? Snapping (relatively) out of my funk. I'm good. Cautious Optimism, let's go. :) *checks ass for bite marks*
|| posted by Pooh at 12:55 PM ... ||
Cold. Very cold.
And tummyache. Bah.
And wearing bright blue tights under my pants (uhhhhh...don't ask...please don't ask) that are starting to make me itch (TMI?). *squirm*
Must print out offer letter, sign, and wait for prof to come back so I can ask him to fax it for me. Heh. Then gotta make appointment for the drug test. Fun stuff. Maybe after all that, I'll play hookey (again) and go home to...nap (okay, maybe not) so I can be all spunky and playful and cheery tonight (yeahhhh, right). Or I could always try to finish that "thing" for Meg.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:03 PM ... ||
Sadness. I finally figured out the source of all my crankiness the past few days. It started probably early Sunday afternoon with a little tummyache, through incredible sluggishness on Monday, to finally barely being able to get myself out of bed this morning. I'm sick. :( Compound that with a general sense of blahness over, you know, existence, and you get a cranky, ill-humored, bitchy Pooh. (So what else is new, huh?) Kinda feels like life is PMS'ing. Blah. I hate being sick.
And even though it's putting me in a foul mood, someone else still needs to be better at the bitch act than me. Hmph. Last night one of the roomies threw a tantrum and ended up slamming doors and stuff. Then she got on the phone and was yelling and bitching about how we basically have five, not four, people living here. Dude, I'm all for getting Wabbit's lazy ass kicked from this apartment, but then what would I blog about? Anyway, she calmed down and it turned out that the thing that set her off was constantly having to deal with shit falling out at her every time she opened the freezer door. I can relate. I've only got a couple of things in there, but Rabbit.... Sigh. It always comes back to Rabbit, doesn't it? She's got a mini-fridge (well, not really mini) in the kitchen and yet, she takes up the most space in the regular fridge and about 3/4 of the freezer space. There's bags of stuff in there that I haven't seen touched in forever. Like the shrimp has been there at least a month. There's always 5 cartons of Edy's, even though she barely touches anything with sugar or fat in it. And there's weird food products that even I have never seen before, and I'm accustomed to seeing some pretty weird stuff. Not only just weird stuff, but weird stuff in bulk. Seriously, just because something's on sale, doesn't mean you need to buy as much of it as possible, especially if you don't plan on actually using it. Argh.
See? Sickness and crappiness. Oh, and add a small anxiety attack. Finally got emailed the offer letter, and had a momentary sanity check. I need money, and I need something to do, but I've never done anything in actual industry before, and now I'm a bit worried I'm going to screw up everything. Being sheltered in academia (and life, in general) doesn't help much with the self-esteem, apparently. Maybe that's why the friend thinks that once I get out there and get a life, I'm just going to bust out and go crazy. It'll be scary...for the world. Heh. Nice buddy. Always making me seem like some wild animal trapped in a nice demure outer shell. What does he know anyway? Hmph.
Oy. Moroseness.
Double oy. Tummyache. :'(
|| posted by Pooh at 9:11 AM ... ||
Monday, January 27, 2003
There's something wrong with me. And yes, I'm talking mentally here. *rollseyes*
I can't sit still. I literally can't. I just end up fidgeting. I couldn't even stay in lab today for more than two and a half hours. I just had to leave. Ugh. And now I feel pathetic about sitting in the room until after lunch so I can call the lady from HR and ask her what's up with my paperwork for the internship. Ugh. Maybe I miss teaching more than I thought I would. I mean, not being a TA has seriously cut down on my time (and being paid) to flirt...um, teach...cute undergrad guys. But maybe it's for the best. Me having a hand in shaping the future of our world -- SCARY!!
Finally brought in the case of water from the car after they've been allowed to sit in the trunk for over a week. A nice frozen case of 24 bottles. Oy oy oy. Felt like I was hefting a full stack of chairs (and yes, I know this because I used to work staff at the student center as an undergrad) or a couple of large cinderblocks. Just walking the few yards from the parking lot to the first floor apartment sucked (granted, there was a lot of key juggling). Not working out has made me soft and weak. Blech. Maybe I should consider exercising again. Hmmm.
Oh, wait. What the hell crack am I smoking? Yeesh.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:53 PM ... ||
1 nice buzz, 4.5 hours of sleep, 1 slight headache, and a couple of Jenai PMs later....
I think my mind has come to some sort of concensus about last night's ep of Alias: Wait and see.
Granted, I was majorly pissed last night because they unceremoniously offed one of the Francies, made me think I was either watching a porn movie (beginning) or The S/V Show (near the end), and felt like I ran straight into a massive brick wall. Everything seemed...rushed, and I couldn't recall how all the other eps from this season led up to 'Phase One.' Then again, my mind was very nicely aided by a couple of Bacardi Silvers, so who knows what the hell I really remember. (For the record, I'm pretty sure that was Sark in my bed this morning, and if not, let's just say it was.) :P
I'm willing to (and want to) see where they go from here. Still very wary, though. I think I might have lost that tingly feeling of anticipation... the drop-everything-at-once need to schedule my life around the show. Actually, I think I lost it somewhere around the time when MooMooEyes started becoming a constant fixture on the show, and the only thing that got me excited was Sark, Sark, Sark. Oh, and Nekkid!Sloane. ;) Don't get me wrong. I want to see Badass!"Francie" in action. I just hope that the characters haven't been pushed into specific categories of "good" and "evil," and that there will still be a million shades of gray involved. But seriously...if the show turns into S/V all the time, I'm going to have to kill myself. The kiss was okay, but definitely something that could have been saved until the absolute end. It would have been nice to end the series with them just going at it in the middle of SD-6. Happily ever after and all that TV shit.
The W/F kiss, however...now THAT is what I'm talking about. Yowie! Hot.
Robin - 6 Mil TP Changer? Great. Next time the roll needs to be changed, I'm going to have that bionic sound going through my head while I do it in slow motion. :P
Oy. Rabbit. Cooking something in the apartment this morning, and then just left. Usually, her cooking (when she actually cooks and isn't baking) reminds me of home. Today? Not so much. I think it might be some kind of fish she's steaming. Or something. This particular aroma doesn't register in my odor dictionary. In any case, the smell is rather...unique. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 11:58 AM ... ||
Drinking.
Still drinking.
Drinking. A. LOT.
I like Kiefer. I like Kiefer a lot. Kiefer should move to Sundays. Kiefer can keep me company as I drink myself into a stupor. I like Sark, too. Sark and Kiefer should come play with me. Now would be good.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:59 AM ... ||
Sunday, January 26, 2003
Weeeee!! Fun with invisi-text.
Watching 'Phase One'...finally. And the first ten minutes? GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What's this S/V shit? KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME. WHAT THE FUCK!!!! GAG GAAAAAGGGGGG. Oh, did I also mention that someone should KILL ME??????????????? Goodness gracious.
*******
Dude. SARK!!! Dear GOD! Woohooo!!!! Damn, he's hot! I already feel better. Like WAYYYY better. Too bad it was way too short a scene. And I didn't get the whole loaded "We all have secrets" thing that I was expecting, at least not from the way he delivered the line. However, that whole "Geiger told me about hacking into Server 47" thing? Highly suspicious. He totally knows, since he's been working with Sloane, and I'm pretty sure it was all a set-up between Sloane and Sark to get Syd to do the dirty work of getting rid of the Alliance/SD-6 Anyone in the know let me know if I'm right. Heh. And EWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! Weiss and Vaughn totally enjoying Syd's porno show while she kicked that guy's ass on the plane? Disgusting. But then what can I expect from a pig that cheats on his girlfriend? Fucking skeeze.
*******
*busts out the vodka*
*******
Weeeee!!! Will and Francie!!!! See? Now that kiss was HOT. And non-anvilly and passionate and everything S/V could have been if they hadn't already fucked it up with the sissy moo moo eyes. Dammit, where was the hot sex up on the kitchen counter??? Heh. LOVE the whole W/F talking softly to each other and Syd getting suspicious, and then the whole hooking up announcement. They are sooooooo adorable!!!! And Francie's huge smile? And Will all happy? And hell, even Syd all happy for them? I think I'm going to cry. Spoilers SUCK!!! Dammit. Oh, and Rutger Hauer rocks.
*******
Jack. Jack. Jack. Yum. Strapped down and still looking mighty hot. Mmmmm. I wanna smear gel all over Jack's legs. Rowr! Talk about overkill. You know, you don't really need that much gel. Guess Geiger wanted to cop a feel. Don't blame him. Smear away!
Is it me, or are there just way too many commercials in this ep? Grrrr.
*******
Awwwww, Poor Dixon. Carl Lumbly rocks. Maybe he could smack Syd. Just for fun. Okay, just for me. Just this once. Poor poor Dixon. His whole world as he knows it crumbling down around him. All because of Syd. Wow. That sounds familiar, huh? Heh. Okay, now I'm just being mean. I really do love them. Both of them. And that scene was great. Especially Carl Lumbly. Can't wait to see what happens with him.
Okay, seriously. What's up with that look of wrinkled... concentration?... that's always present on Vaughn's forehead? I'm like fixated on it. No matter what I do, every time he's on-screen, and I actually decide to pay attention... that's ALL I can concentrate on. It's starting to annoy me. Argh. Nice to see that everyone in the CIA has absolutely nothing to do except stand around Syd and wait for email. Okay, now I'm just trying to be snarky. It helps to make me forget what's going to happen at the end. :(
*******
Grrr. Commercials every fucking 5 minutes.
Mmm. Kendall. Bald is sexy. "Do your job well and come home." Bwahahaha! Now I've got the whole Aaron Sorkin "all you ever have to do is come home at the end of the day" speech stuck in my head. Okay, the CIA infiltrating SD-6 headquarters is pretty cool. And after watching so many Stargate SG-1 eps this weekend, I find myself totally in love with commando uniforms and those big ass guns. And after watching a couple of MacGyver eps on TVLand (Sorry, will keep rambling as Syd takes forever to run down the hall to save SpyDaddy), couldn't help thinking that RDA could have taken down SD-6 all by himself. And without any weapons.
Marshall!!!! Hee! Pigs in a blanket. Yum. And love Dixon telling Syd off. Thank you!!
Okay, now must down the whole bottle of vodka while S/V make me vomit with their totally unnecessary mauling in the middle of SD-6.
SARK!!!!!!! Damn, he's fucking HOT. Mmmm. Sloane. Hot, too. But Sark. Oh man. *thud*
DUDE. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!! Okay, so I knew it was coming, but fucking @#$$%&$% can't believe they killed Francie like that. @#@%^&^%& And with no (?) hope of bringing her back. Dear GOD, tell me it was like an Emily with bullet in her head thing. Dear FUCKING GOD NOoooooooooooooo!!! Especially not after the WANCIE!!!!!!! I know I've been saying for ages that Francie was probably working for Sark, and doing it with him behind everyone's back but this is just sick. Okay, actually, I can see some potential for this twist. But the Sarncie just isn't the same if it's not really Francie. And seriously, couldn't they have used Project Christmas to tie Francie into this whole mess? I love Badass!Sark but I'm not sure how I feel about him being completely evil, as this may seem to suggest.
Fuck it.
Ethan's in the next ep. And if there's Sark in that ep? I'll still be pissed off but I'll learn to ignore all the sucky parts the same way I've been able to tune out all the lame-ass Vaughn shit since the begnning of this season. Sark seriously needs to get his own spin-off (or even a Jack/Irina spin-off) or else by the end of the season, there won't be any part of the show I can actually watch. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 11:11 PM ... ||
Checked out the caps. Looks... interesting. Not sure how I'm going to feel about anything anymore. Hopefully the Bacardi in the fridge that I've been saving will sway my mind in one direction or other, and get me through the vomitous "kissage" scene. Ugh.
Mmmm. Bubble tea. Now I'm happy.
Oh dear. The Abbits doing their 5 bars of music again. Not so happy.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:54 PM ... ||
Ooookay. So, some people might HATE 'Phase One,' huh? From what little spoilers I've read, I still can't decide if I'm going to be one of them. I mean, the only thing that would make me totally hate an ep is if Sark's not in it, and Sark's in this one. And if what I've read is correct, I'll be a bit saddened, but also a bit excited, too. Someone needs to thoroughly spoil me, dammit. Where's the longass detailed recap? I'm no good at this waiting thing. And now that I've heard who's going to be joining the Sark/Sloane alliance (if correct), is it too early to ask for the Sarncie?? Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:06 PM ... ||
Saturday, January 25, 2003
The TP saga continues...
Apparently, I'm also the Official TP Changer at home, too. Hmph!
Boring day. Can't wait until tomorrow. Crossing fingers for lots of Sark to wash away all the anticipated S/V nausea.
Meggers, I caught the tailend of MentalHospitalMac the other day. That fuzzy woolly sherpa coat he had on at the end? *shudder* Dude, 80's clothing... Yikers! And I got today's ep, but I think I might have taped over a Nick ep with it. Sighness. Totally worth it, though. The leather jacket? Yum. ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 9:27 PM ... ||
Friday, January 24, 2003
No one tells me anything. :'(
So I get home and find out that the doctor thinks the PoohBro might have a heart murmur and is getting an echocardiogram this afternoon. Why am I always the last to know? It's probably nothing, but it's still kinda scary. Considering that when the PoohBro isn't sitting on his ass in front of the computer 8 hours a day, he's actually very active in sports and stuff. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 1:33 PM ... ||
WTF.
Now I need to figure out if any of my other roomies are participants in that heinous campaign to "Make Pooh Change the TP Roll Every Time." Everyone was up before me and was still in the apartment when I woke up this morning so I have no idea who was the last one before me. Although, I will say that it's highly suspicious that whenever they know I'm home or awake, the Abbits don't use the bathroom until immediately after I do when there's a roll to be changed. So it might be a two-person conspiracy after all. Very very suspicious.
Yeesh. I feel like I'm in a game of Clue. Next time, I'm not even going to bother doing it. Hmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:37 AM ... ||
Thursday, January 23, 2003
I'm feeling rather listless today. Woke up early, decided not to go into lab. Waited for the offer letter that still hasn't come in yet. Got bored. Got really really bored. Ended up trying to take a nap at noon, which lasted about 15 minutes because I usually don't take naps, and DUDE, it was only frigging NOON. Oy. I've sunk to a whole new level of laziness. I think I need drugs (oh wait, damn drug tests), or some direction. One that leads me far from here. Jersey's sucking the life out of me, and right now, at this particular moment, I don't seem to care. :(
*smacks myself awake*
Well, the sis emailed me a link to a video file. It's ... interesting and ... erm ... funny. BUT there's some word usage in there that's rather questionable, and a bit of stereotyping going on. Funny, but yikes. It does, however, explain why my sister was going around all holiday break asking people, "Got rice, bitch?" Heh. Stupid sister. So, for anyone who's not easily offended, or just has a bit of that yellow fever, you can check it out at Asian Pride (Got Rice). You were warned, um, sorta.
For those of you who are a bit more highbrow, the site is actually Albino Blacksheep. Whole bunch of vids there. Hours of enjoyment (possibly). Anyone a news junkie? Or into all that war on terrorism stuff? Or is okay with some slight Bush-bashing? I just finished watching Surfing the Apocalypse. Heh. It's over 10 minutes long, and the resolution's not that great. There's a couple of chuckle moments there, if you have the patience to sit through the whole thing.
BWAH!! Oh man. Java Lust. So so so so so so wrong. And I must be losing my perviness, because it took me a few seconds to realize what the heck the main character was supposed to be. Mr. Peanut? Oh! Not so much.
And awww, this one, A Weenie Movie, made me think of my bro and his addiction to PC combat games. LOL. Oh, and of course, have to re-link the Weeee!. Heh.
Okay, back to being bored and restless.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:24 PM ... ||
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
That bottle of Mike's in the fridge is starting to look mighty tempting right now. Must. Resist.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:59 PM ... ||
Dammit, Rabbit/Wabbit. Argh.
Let me do the introductions. Rabbit/Wabbit. Toilet paper/Dispenser. Toilet paper/Dispenser? Rabbit/Wabbit.
Now let me offer some suggestions. Rabbit/Wabbit? Pay attention. See empty roll of TP. See dispenser. Open dispenser. See new roll of TP. Insert new roll into dispenser (come on, you can do it, think of it as a phallic thing, you know all about that shit). Close dispenser. Throw away empty roll of TP.
How are was that? And I know it was one of you since no one else is home, and our other two roommates have to walk by my open door to get to the bathroom. And someone was in the bathroom for a quite awhile when I got back today. Should have been enough time for you to learn how to navigate the complexities involved in putting in a new roll of TP. Hell, even a rocket scientist could put the new roll in. At least one of you geniuses was nice enough to get the new roll, even if you did just leave it sitting there.
Now my problem is this: Is there a way to bring up their tard-ness and then offer to teach them (two supposedly very "mature" adults) how to work the dispenser without totally humiliating them? Oy.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:36 PM ... ||
Oy ve. I handed in my letter of resignation. For any of you interested in what I finally wrote, it goes a little like this ditty:
"As per our discussions, you had advised me to resign from my teaching assistant position. This memo is to indicate that resignation from my position for the Spring 2003 semester."
Nice and uncomplicated, right? My advisor wrote that for me. Heh. And of course, everyone I know loved it. The secretary thought I should have changed the wording since it sounded like I was being forced out, and of course, I had to set her straight since she didn't know. Then she said that I wouldn't have to change it since the letter says exactly what I meant to say. LOL. Well, I don't think it says everything I wanted to say, but oh well. I'll play nice. Then I snarked about whether I might have to rewrite the letter after Ass gets a copy of it, to which she said "no." (Long story short: Ass did some crappy shit to a friend, to which friend had to write a letter as explanation for some of that crap to someone, and Ass made him go through numerous rewrites until Ass's involvement in the crap could not be inferred from the letter since he wanted to make sure it would be harder for him to be sued -- the friend already had a lawyer and an appointment with the dean. Fucking bastard) The letter is being sent directly to the Graduate School, and a copy will be made for Ass. I can't wait for the fall-out from it. He'll be pissed, blah blah, but hey, I only wrote truth. Tact and diplomacy? Wtf are those things? Anyway, just in case something does happen, I'm getting all my documentation and dates, etc. straight right now. In the absolute worse case scenario, I can always kick his ass. The damn SOB is shorter than me. I'm barely 5'4" so I guess that means even my pinky can kick his ass.
Whatever. So much fucking drama in this department. So much backstabbing and manipulation and lies. I'm always truly surprised at how much shit can be generated by an inky-dink asshole. And now, my friend J has been pulled into a different kind of drama with him. I say "Good luck. You're welcome to stand a little bit behind me when all the shit hits the fan." I think our lab is seriously in need of a field trip to a bar or somewhere we can all get trashed.
Anyway, J, (who I haven't decided whether or not to nickname PurpleLurver or PurpleFetish) was hounding me earlier to see this stupid blog. Being the nice person that I am, I showed him my "Dear Ass" letter, but that was it. No blog url, nothing. When real life collides with online life, sometimes there's weird and funky results. Goodbye history; goodbye cache; goodbye cookies; goodbye temporary internet files. Poor guy thought he had installed spyware on the computer I normally use in lab. Dude, not cool. And Google didn't help since nowhere in this blog is my full name used. But sigh.... I'm a nice person. I finally gave in and let him have the addy, and told him that I was going to blog all about him. La la la. Now he can compare my real-life rants to my written ones, and figure out just how crazy I really am. Should be interesting. But if he screws with the tag (whenever it decides to work again, grrr) or the commenty thing, I'm declaring war on him (especially since he told me to design the lab's website, ugh). And if there's one thing this lab needs, it's more drama. *rolleyes*
|| posted by Pooh at 1:24 PM ... ||
Tuesday, January 21, 2003
I just charged my tuition on my credit card. Ouch. No more eating out until I get my cashback. Ugh.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:09 PM ... ||
Okay, now I'm bored. Without any siblings to bicker with, last night was...dull and eh. Did I say I loved being back at a school again? Hate it. At least there's still leftover liquor from when Twin visited me a month ago. But drinking by myself is no fun. Ugh. I need to graduate before I turn into a lush.
Damn tag! *kicks tag board*
At least Rabbit learned a new song. Sure, this one also doesn't go past the first few bars of music, but it's different, so it's okay. For now. I liked how she gave me a recital at 8am sharp today. That was awfully nice of her. How did she know I had to wake up early today? Sigh. Need to get my butt to lab and hand in that letter of resignation. Ok, first I need to actually write the damn thing. Think there's a template for something like that where I can just plug in my name and be done with it? Hmm.
Stole this from Jenai:
Your score is
36/50
what does that mean?
Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.
That's higher than her score. La la la. :P *runs away* Oh, okay, might as well do it myself since she's probably going to do it anyway. *smacks myself* :P But WOW. I radiate excitement. And here I thought it was something else. Hmm.
PS. Meg, changed my name just for you. ;) Hee!
|| posted by Pooh at 8:32 AM ... ||
Monday, January 20, 2003
I'm baaaaaaack!!
Oy, it's nice to be back at school again. Never thought I'd actually ever say those words, but it's true. My own computer. My own TV. My own VCR. No one to glare at me when I stay up too late. The only thing I'm not looking forward to is the arduous task of settling back in again. Why is it every time I leave, even for only a few days, I bring back a whole shitload of crap? Ugh. I'm such a packrat.
Rabbit isn't here. Not sure if Wabbit is still hiding in the Hole. But Rabbit/Wabbit left a bunch of filled garbage bags in the kitchen. Dude? If you're going to party or whatever, please take the garbage out. I'm not touching it, even though it always ends up being me who keeps this apartment as clean as possible. Grrr. She's going to have to learn that she won't die walking the few yards outside to get to the dumpster, even if it is freezing outside. Baby.
And one of these days, I'm going to bring in the 24 pack of water bottles I still have in the car. They're all frozen solid right now, which means it's three times as heavy as it used to be. Ugh. Where's my big strong man to carry it in for me? Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:40 PM ... ||
Sunday, January 19, 2003
Well, the much anticipated return to school has been delayed for another day. That's the problem with sharing a car with the sister, and having to wait for her to decide when she wants to go back to school, too. Sigh. Oh well, it's not like I can't do here what I would have done there, anyway. Although I am getting kinda tired of not having a TV in the same room as the computer. I'm so spoiled. Heh.
Mom offered to buy me a car now that I have a "job." Um... it's a nice offer, but the internship is hardly a guaranteed job, and I'd rather not have to deal with spending that kind of money or owning my own car just yet. I'd be too lazy to really take care of it, and my maintenance skills only consist of pumping gas and a vague idea of how to change a flat tire (at least, I think I remember how). Hmm. Unless she's willing to shell out the money for an Astin Martin (complete with ejector seats and missiles, heh) and a hunky guy to take care of it/act as chauffeur/love slave. Or something like that. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 6:11 PM ... ||
Saturday, January 18, 2003
I keep forgetting it's Saturday. Feels like Sunday. Why?
Mom's away for the weekend, so I'm in charge of the chores and household crap. Lucky me. Meanwhile, the bro gets to sit at the computer for hours at a time, playing CS and his stupid NHL games. Blah. Wish I were a boy. I'd be spoiled rotten in this family.
Also the dad wanted to dye his hair. Heh. Guess who got to help? Men are so vain. *rollseyes*
Loads of laundry to do. Getting prepared to return to school tomorrow evening. Can't seem to remember what else I need to take care of here before I go. Oh right. Gotta get my pants tailored for work. Ugh. Wish it were still break so I'd get to slack off more. I don't think I perfected that just yet.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:55 PM ... ||
Friday, January 17, 2003
Okay, those Alias text messages I keep getting on my cell phone (why'd I do that again?!?) are getting annoying. Nauseous, really. There's usually polls, and most of the time, I ignore them and "delete" right away. Tonight's was no exception.
The inane question: Should Sydney and Vaughn date?
The answers: A) Yes, because they're in love. (*gag, cough, spit, vomit, kills self*) and B) No, because it's too dangerous.
HELLO? Where was "C) NO, becaue there aren't enough ANVILS in the world to make their so-called "UST" believable." Get some friggin chemistry and DEAL WITH YOUR ISSUES (oh, and get Vaughn to stop being all Mr. SissyMooMooEyesStalker and such a SKEEZY ASS to poor lovely Alice). Then ask me this question. And to the 74% of the people who said that they were in luuuuuuuurve.... GAAAAHHHHH!!! *pokes eyes out, waits patiently for Evil!Violent!Vaughn)
Of course, these feelings might have only surfaced tonight because I'm in a crappy mood. Which will soon be lifted as soon as I read Robin's email. Mmm. "Rough"-age. Hee! :P
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DUDE. Robin!!!!!!! I'm taking plenty of showers now. Cold ones. We might go into a water crisis because of me at this rate. ;)
Stolen from Amanda and some other people:
Which Zodiac Sign Should You Be?
brought to you by Quizilla
You should be a Virgo! Virgos are Modest and shy, Meticulous and reliable, Practical and diligent, and Intelligent and analytical. But they can be Fussy and a worrier, Overcritical and harsh, and Perfectionist and conservative.
Okay. But I'm really a Cancer. Don't believe me? Come visit. I'll mother you to death. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 11:35 PM ... ||
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
The J&J lady called. See? I knew I had nothing to worry about. She said she forwarded my resume to the HR department and they'll send me a formal offer letter and then contact me about filling out paperwork and scheduling my pee test. Woohoo. Fun stuff. Better start cleansing my body and quit the late night snacking. *cough*
Argh. This means I need to go get some clothes. They expect business casual. Grr. My wardrobe right now consists of... jeans. I seriously need to find a job where I can just wear my PJs and stay in bed with the TV and computer on. *keeps dreaming*
New Alias spoilers. I feel kind of lost since they went up last night, I'm assuming, and I've lost hours of speccing time. LOL.
~~ Violent!Vaughn. Woohoo. Please let him be evil. I want an Evil!Vaughn. He'll be so much more interesting. Who do I need to sleep with to get this to happen? Seriously.
~~ So... Sark knows about Emily, huh? Knew it. And dude, can I PLEASE get more Sark spoilers or a guarantee of more Sarkage in the eps? I know. I'm never satisfied.
~~ Syd graduating even though there's no dissertation in sight. HMPH. Bitch.
~~ What's up with all the guest stars? Ethan, Rutger, Christian (is this why Heathers has been on a million times the past few weeks?) I know... sweeps, but I'd personally rather see more... oh, I don't know... SARK (nekkid), than more guest stars. Just saying.
My brain's fuzzy right now, not sure why, so not much speccing for me. Plus, I've got this thing in my eye, or maybe something with my contact, that's annoying the crap out of me. I've been rubbing it so much, it's like I've got pink eye. Ugh. If it's not the twitchies, it's this. Blech.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:16 PM ... ||
I must be a very negative person, or something like that. :(
Things I thought about this morning:
-- Winter sucks. Love the pure white snow, but not so much the ice or the yellow snow, or even the dirty brown-colored snow. And especially hate driving in it.
-- People who are too lazy to clean off the big chunks of snow from their car really suck.
-- People who don't return phone calls majorly suck.
-- Sunglare normally sucks, but sunglare off wet roads and snow combined, sucks hairy backs.
-- The dirty, salty crap that collects on the windshield as you're driving, forcing you to clean those windshields ever few miles, sending washer fluid flying out behind you and hitting the cars in back...suck hairy backs and balls.
-- Drivers who refuse to even hit the speed limit on one lane roads, thereby holding up traffic, suck more than the regular kind of suckage. They should just be banished to an island of SUCK. (Tell me. How hard is it to hit 45mph on a large road? Grrr)
Clearly, I need to move to a place where it doesn't snow, people drive fast, with phones glued to their ears, and the sun stays partly hidden behind clouds. Hmm. Might have to buy my own island and institute these rules myself.
Okay, enough of the bad kind of suckage. I've got a happy side, too. :P Last night I fell asleep waiting for the sister to get off the computer, and woke up 8 hours later. Woohoo to finally getting 8 consecutive hours of sleep. Felt good. Maybe I should do it more often. And this morning, I finished those season 1 Stargate dvds with my brother (lucky butt had a school delay this morning, blah). Richard Dean Anderson is still friggin hot, even if he is getting old. But he'll always be Mac to us. Right, Meggers? Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:14 AM ... ||
Thursday, January 16, 2003
I am officially done, done, done with the lab course. Woohoo! Handed everything over today. Kaput. No more. Finito. The end. *does happy dance* *celebrates by getting drunk* Now all I have to do is wait for the intern supervisor to call me about setting up the paperwork and drug testing. Called her this morning, but she hasn't called back yet. Why? Why hasn't she called back yet? Why why why whywhywhywhywhywhy? Things like this make me paranoid. :( And it didn't help that the friend was trying to make me even more paranoid by suggesting maybe they changed their minds. Grrr *smacks friend* Not nice. Even if this falls through (*knocks on wood, crosses all fingers, practices voodoo magic to get rid of all curses and jinxes*), I'll still be happy. That TA thing was sucking away all of my life, and it'll give me a chance to finally finish the damn research and thesis. But why won't she return my call? :(
Hate having to write a letter of resignation. How the hell do I do that? He wants it by Tuesday morning, but he can bite me. How does this sound?
"Dear Ass,
As of today, I am quitting, even though technically you forced me to resign because you're a vindictive son of a bitch who couldn't accept the fact that the world does not revolve around you. I will be going on to bigger and better opportunities (if only she'd call, dammit), working with people who aren't assholes like you. Take your full TA-ship and health benefits, and shove it. While you're at it, get a nice look at my ass as I moon you on the way out, bastard.
Sincerely, Pooh"
While I'm on this semi-negative thought train... What is up with all the damn cloning specs? Please don't let any of this be true. If I can't have a SarkClone, then no one can have a clone. Not even on TV. Hmph.
And Lancer? If you're going to hit on me, you better be ready to face the consequences. I'm about due to start stalking a "real" person any day now. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 7:11 PM ... ||
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
In the immortal words of Kool & the Gang:
Celebration
Let's all celebrate and have a good time
Celebration
We gonna celebrate and have a good time
*does happy dance*
I'm free! I'm free! I'm free!!
What's the deal? Well . . . Ass has been stringing me along for the week, saying he wanted to "chat" with me, but never ever appearing, which meant I couldn't figure out who was helping me run the lab course this semester so I could do the internship. Well, today, he emailed me to be there for a meeting (oh yeah, I'm just a drone, so please don't even bother to check if the time is okay with me, ass). But before that, he called me because he was "sick" and wouldn't physically be there for the meeting, and asking if I had made up my mind about the internship. (Hello? Do I look like a dumbass who is stupid enough to throw away a good opportunity?) And of course, the chair of the department also wanted to know what I had decided.
Now . . . I thought I was going to be running the labs during the days I was actually going to be there at school. What do I know. I'm just a dumbass, right? Because at this meeting that I had no clue about, I met my replacement. And yeah . . . I was asked to resign from the TA position. No skin off my back. I handed all the crap over, which isn't finished even though classes start on Tuesday (and I know Ass didn't say anything to me earlier because he knew I was still working on getting everything done. BASTARD. Using me. Hmph) But now I'm free!! Woohoo! No more TA burnout.
I understand being vindictive at my age. I'm young. I don't know better. But at Ass's age? Dude needs to get a life. So he's pissed at me because I've decided an internship is more beneficial to me even though I said I'd help with the lab. What does he do? Decides to cut me off from it completely. That's fine by me. But the people he chose to replace me (and the people I had cajoled into helping me because they know what's going on) don't know shit about the labs and don't have the instrumentation background needed to run the labs. Those poor kids, getting that crappy education all because of one Ass. And Ass wants me to be at the meeting tomorrow when he tells the actual prof of the course. The prof, of course, knows about my internship and supports me, and knew I could help run two days of the course. But now? He'll be pissed. And I know that Ass will try to make it sound like I chose the internship over the TA thing, which I didn't, because I was planning on doing both. But Ass asked what I would pick if I had to choose, and I told him honestly (to shove it up his ass). Ok, no, I didn't say that. But I've discussed these problems with so many people and hardly anyone likes the Ass, that I know I'll get whatever support I need. I can't help being really conscientious and worried though, since that lab has been my baby and I've been working on it forever. Oh well. You don't get my consulting skills unless you pay, dude.
But hey, if Ass thinks he can be vindictive and try to "punish" me this way, I've got news for him. I'm not an international student. I don't need signatures or permission to do whatever the hell I feel like. I'm a citizen of the United grand fucking States of America, and I'm wise to all the shitty tactics bastards use against each other. Hell, I used one just a few minutes ago. I'm going into that meeting tomorrow prepared. The prof ran into me on Monday and I updated him with as much info as I knew, which wasn't much since the bombshell dropped this afternoon. He asked me to keep him apprised, so I emailed him and let him know that I've been asked to resign. Not that he'd believe the Ass if he told him that I chose a job over the TA-ship, especially since I had just told him I was willing to keep helping and had everything under control. And now, the prof gets stuck with a TA that knows shit, and two seniors aiding the TA who technically aren't allowed to run labs by themselves or grade papers. Poor prof. I like this prof, too. :( I can't wait to see him blow up at Ass.
So the moral of this story? Take away the TA-ship. I don't give two craps about it. But don't try to threaten me or punish me for making a decision that will benefit my future. I may be nice and sweet and hardworking, and I may not have complained ever. But never forget one important thing: Don't. Ever. Fuck. With. Me.
Sooo . . . had to get that off my back. LOL. Hope everyone enjoyed being close to the epicenter of my hellish life. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:33 PM ... ||
Aww, you guys care. Thanks to everyone who were concerned about the scanner debacle. Bill Gates and I have come to a very tenuous truce. The photo scanner program worked, so all I had to do was scan everything as a jpeg, then open in Acrobat, save each individual page as a pdf, then link everything. If the other program had worked, I would have saved about two steps. With about 60 pages, that would have been a nice hour. The resolution sucks, but oh well. Not going to mess with it. I hate scanning. Lucky me, I get to do it again tonight, but only for about 20 something pages. *rolls eyes*
I hate computers. Kept hoping some really hot guy with bulging muscles and a really tight uniform would walk through the door, tell me he was there to fix the scanner, and ask if I needed any more . . . help.
Heh.
I need to put a lid on my imagination or something.
Oh, and for those of you who watched 24 last night... I need someone to fill me in on the first 15 minutes. There was a power struggle over the two TVs in the house. The sis wouldn't give up her Smallville and I felt bad kicking the mom off the other TV (well, until the commercial break lol). Sigh. Can't wait until I get back to the school routine. Then I'll have a TV all to myself. Woohoo!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:30 AM ... ||
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
GAHHHH!
I have white hair. A short, tiny, annoying, horrible white strand of hair. Dude. That is just not something you want to wake up to in the morning. Grrr. The only time I ever see to find any is when I decide to put my hair up. Hmph. Gotta get a haircut so I won't have to run into any of them accidentally. Argh. I'm old. I'm so friggin' old. And the stress isn't helping. Blech. Where's my hair dye? Where's my knight in shining armor to rescue me? Where did I put that damn winning Lotto ticket that will take me away from the stress?
Okay... first rich guy to walk through my door... I'm soooo jumping him. He better be older, too. That way I'll look really young compared to him, and it'll make me forget that stupid white hair I found. I'm not old, dammit! I'm just . . . crap. I am old. Sigh. :(
*******
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
*kicks family computer*
Dammit. @#$%%^& @#$@%^^&*(*^@!@#^^&* Dammit.
*kicks Bill Gates*
I HATE XP. HATE HATE HATE. NOTHING is compatible with this shitty ass fucking bitchy whore of an OS. The only thing it has going for it is that it's better than the stupid ass Win(Fuck)ME that's currently installed on my own computer at school. ARGHHHH!! The scanner no longer works with this stupid computer. That means I need to try to kick my lab scanner back to life (screw its dying breath months ago) and try to scan the 50+ pages I need to scan in before the end of the week OR scan everything here as a jpg and then somehow convert everything into pdf. Bastards. I miss my 98. :( Someone needs to make a scanner where the pages will automatically feed into the thing and scan by itself. Grrr.
*kicks computer again*
Ouch. Stubbed my toe. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 5:10 PM ... ||
Monday, January 13, 2003
Last night's chat was like a blast from the past. I've forgotten how fun it is to mess with Lance. Heh. :*
But as always, the hours between chat times are just . . . bleeeeech. Finally got around to checking my "school" email today. Not as many tards begging me to change their grades from last semester, which is good, since I've already decided that I won't do anything about that until after the break and classes start up again. Besides, I've got to get this semester's lab course prepped and ready to go. (HA! Not likely. Mostly because of the Ass and another person who was supposed to help me.) Also, the Ass responded to my email about J&J wanting me to start as soon as possible and my intentions of informing them of my schedule this week. He wants to "chat." Mwahahaha. My friend who used to TA the same classes as me last year, but stopped because she was being overworked, warned me about the Ass, and emailed to tell me that I should stop being so nice (the same problem she had last year) and whip out the TA manual that says I'm only supposed to be working 15 hours/week (no kidding, for that crappy pay? and REALLY? ONLY 15?????? Shoulda been getting overtime last semester!) and to take the internship and run. Not sure how he'll like that, considering it ALSO says that there needs to be ONE TA/30 students, and I had almost 90 students last semester. Bastard! My advisor says I could sue (heh, lurve the advisor), and you know, if he does give me trouble, I might have to accidentally drop a "well, my legal counsel thinks..." La la la.
Stopped by the apartment today. Some electricians were messing around in the hallway and the other apartments, probably installing fire alarms or something. That reminds me, I should probably clear some space for them. No Rabbit or Wabbit sighting. Looks like they were out of the apartment early today because of the workers, even though I talked to them and they said they wouldn't be working in our apartment until tomorrow. Pretty funny guys, those two, as they answered my questions and joked around with me. Hmmm. Pooh/SweatyConstructionWorker? Have to think about it.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:39 PM ... ||
Sunday, January 12, 2003
Well, I'll keep all my episode comments to myself. For now. ;)
No Sarkage, of course, but woohoo! to seeing him in the previews. Even if it was only for a second. But damn, he looked good. Mmmmm.
Okay, I will make one comment about 'The Getaway.' Do you know how hard it is to watch the show with a sister who's a diehard SVR? *gag* Yeah. Pretty hard. I kept taking long bathroom breaks during all those...moments. Blech. And when the previews came on, she got to see me go crazy as soon as Sark popped onto the screen. Heh. I'm soooo 5 years old. Although she did humor me for a little bit, and here's where it got scary...
PoohSis: Does Sark have a first name?
Pooh: Nope. Unless you count "Mr."
PoohSis: He looks like an Andrew.
Pooh: Really? (*surprised since PoohSis doesn't go online for Alias crap or read fanfic*) I kinda like him as just Sark. It's more mysterious that way.
PoohSis: Well, it should be Andrew.
Pooh: Andy? (*just to mess with her*)
PoohSis: No. (*rather irritated with me*) Andrew Sark.
The point of this whole lame-ass convo? That if Sark is going to get a first name, it should be "Andrew." Just like how we've been writing it, and saying for months. If a stupid SVR (my sister) came to that conclusion all by herself without the aid of fanfics or message boards or online chats, then it just has to be. Right? :P
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From Trix:
(The Schizoid and Dependent Personality Disorders)
Basic Fear: Of loss and separation
Basic Desire: To have inner stability "peace of mind"
Enneagram Nine with an Eight-Wing: "The Referee"
Enneagram Nine with a One-Wing: "The Dreamer"
Profile Summary for the Enneagram Type Nine
Healthy: Deeply receptive, accepting, unselfconscious, emotionally stable and serene. Trusting of self and others, at ease with self and life, innocent and simple. Patient, unpretentious, good-natured, genuinely nice people. / Optimistic, reassuring, supportive: have a healing and calming influence — harmonizing groups, bringing people together: a good mediator, synthesizer, and communicator. At Their Best: Become self-possessed, feeling autonomous and fulfilled: have great equanimity and contentment because they are present to themselves. Paradoxically, at one with self, and thus able to form more profound relationships. Intensely alive, fully connected to self and others.
Average: Fear conflicts, so become self-effacing and accommodating, idealizing others and "going along" with their wishes, saying "yes" to things they do not really want to do. Fall into conventional roles and expectations. Use philosophies and stock sayings to deflect others./ Active, but disengaged, unreflective, and inattentive. Do not want to be affected, so become unresponsive and complacent, walking away from problems, and "sweeping them under the rug." Thinking becomes hazy and ruminative, mostly comforting fantasies, as they begin to "tune out" reality, becoming oblivious. Emotionally indolent, unwillingness to exert self or to focus on problems: indifference. / Begin to minimize problems, to appease others and to have "peace at any price." Stubborn, fatalistic, and resigned, as if nothing could be done to change anything. Into wishful thinking, and magical solutions. Others frustrated and angry by their procrastination and unresponsiveness.
Unhealthy: Can be highly repressed, undeveloped, and ineffectual. Feel incapable of facing problems: become obstinate, dissociating self from all conflicts. Neglectful and dangerous to others. / Wanting to block out of awareness anything that could affect, them, they dissociate so much that they eventually cannot function: numb, depersonalized. / They finally become severely disoriented and catatonic, abandoning themselves, turning into shattered shells. Multiple personalities possible.
Key Motivations: Want to create harmony in their environment, to avoid conflicts and tension, to preserve things as they are, to resist whatever would upset or disturb them.
Examples: Abraham Lincoln, Joseph Campbell, Carl Jung, Ronald Reagan, Gerald Ford, Queen Elizabeth II, Princess Grace, Walter Cronk-ite, George Lucas, Walt Disney, John Kennedy, Jr., Sophia Loren, Geena Davis, Lisa Kudrow, Kevin Costner, Keanu Reeves, Woody Harrelson, Ron Howard, Matthew Broderick, Ringo Starr, Whoopi Goldberg, Janet Jackson, Nancy Kerrigan, Jim Hensen, Marc Chagall, Norman Rockwell, "Edith Bunker" (Archie Bunker), and "Marge Simpson" (The Simpsons).
Well, hmmm. I just missed being a Type 5 and Type 6 (tied).
Type 5: The Investigator
The Intense, Cerebral Type:
Perceptive, Innovative, Secretive, and Isolated
(The Schizoid Avoidant, and Schizotypal Personality Disorders)
Basic Fear: Being useless, helpless, or incapable
Basic Desire: To be capable and competent
Enneagram Five with a Four-Wing: "The Iconoclast"
Enneagram Five with a Six-Wing: "The Problem Solver"
Type 6: The Loyalist
The Committed, Security-Oriented Type:
Engaging, Responsible, Anxious, and Suspicious
(The Passive-Aggressive and Paranoid Personality Disorders)
Basic Fear: Of being without support and guidance
Basic Desire: To have security and support
Enneagram Six with a Five-Wing: "The Defender"
Enneagram Six with a Seven-Wing: "The Buddy"
I must have multiple personalities because all of these seem right. Hmm. Oh! Addictions for a Type 9:
"Over-eating or under-eating due to lack of self-awareness and repressed anger. Lack of physical activity. Depressants and psychotropics, alcohol, marijuana, narcotics to deaden loneliness and anxiety. "
Ermm...
*puts away the bong*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:20 PM ... ||
Saturday, January 11, 2003
Been gone all day, helping the PoohMom at work. Ugh.
Need to relax and de-stress, and I'm ready for some laughs.
*rummages through the box of cassettes again* Hmm. Oh look. Pretty much every song that's ever been in a John Cusack 80's/early 90's movie. LOL. Huh.
*rummages deeper into the box*
*ACHOO*
Dude, this thing has like 5 years' worth of dust on it!! Heh. I don't think I've seen these in . . . forever. Wow. Let's see. Rick Astley (!!!!) . . . Lionel Richie (Hello?) . . . Bangles (Walking like an Egyptian and lighting that damn Eternal Flame once again). . . Belinda Carlisle (did you know that Heaven is a Place on Earth? Wasn't sure, you know) . . . OMD (heh) . . . Boy George/Culture Club (oh boy) . . . Peter Gabriel . . . Crowded House . . . Cyndi Lauper . . . Def Leopard (dude) . . . Bon Jovi (woohoo!! Jersey!! And yeah, I used to know the words to almost all the songs. Sad, I know.) . . . DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince (oh gawd. Yeah, had the 'Parents Just Don't Understand' memorized, too. Kill me) . . . Madonna (oy) . . . Poison (used to loooooooove 'Every Rose has its Thorns') . . . TMBG!!! (good god, my crush on John Linnell? Hehehehehehe)
And erm . . . who the hell put VANILLA ICE (??!!!!!!!???) into my box?????????????? Seriously. That is just SO NOT COOL. Hmph!
Uh . . . I'm going to stop right there, only because I don't want anyone to start thinking less of me. There's A LOT more. Makes me kinda sad, actually. And seriously. Don't judge me on some of my old tastes in music. I was young. I was impressionable. I needed the money. Oh wait. Wrong sob story there. Heh. :)
Other than that, OMG. I can't believe I spent money on some of those. And yeesh to the wild and questionable taste-age. Hope everyone had as much fun as I did, reliving my crappy, impressionable musical tastes. Hmm. Maybe one day I'll sort through all my stacks of CDs, most of which I haven't even listened to yet. Yikes.
And no, CheeseBall!Lance. I did not have the Electric Youth perfume. Hmph. *cough*my sister did*cough* Hehe.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:29 PM ... ||
Friday, January 10, 2003
I lurve Clementines. Mmm. They're the only fruit I'm not too lazy to actually eat. Heh. Plus, I'm not allergic to them. Sigh...me miss eating apples and pears. :(
Heh. I missed getting to see all the new "reviews" for my fic on FF.net. Oh well. No big loss, but some of those were way more entertaining than the fic itself. ;)
The Exposed site is up. Now all I have to do is finish making all the squishies for all the eps when I get the chance. Also, considering whether to get it it's own domain, just to make it sound nice. lol No money, though. Grrr.
And for those of you complaining that I was listening to Richard Marx...
I found my box of old cassettes (eek). Debbie Gibson. Tiffany. NKOTB (wtf?). Pat Benetar. Chicago. Journey. Color Me Badd (hello?) Tommy Page (what the --?) Etc. Dude. I've got (well, had) really bad taste. LOL.
Uh... yeah. What to listen to now? Bryan Adams, it is.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:15 AM ... ||
Thursday, January 09, 2003
Wow. I was ripped off today. Feels...weird. Especially since I think all my fics are crap.
The first thing that happens when I got back online tonight? Two friends im'ed me to let me know. Some tard stole one of my fics, probably knowing how much I abhor Fanfiction.net and would never ever EVER post one of my fics there, and actually posted it as her own. And what's worse is she put it in the wrong fandom (Alias, instead of GG), and took out all my lovely paragraph breaks. DUDE. *smack* If you're going to steal, please steal in the correct format already provided for you. Dumbass. So... friends have apparently been doing some bitchslapping in the reviews on my behalf, which I just find fucking hilarious.
If anyone would like to see what a ripped off fic looks like, I've generously put up the link. It'll probably be taken down by the time anyone sees this, but whatever. My only response to this dumbass? You could have at least taken a better fic. That one doesn't really rank on any of my faves.
Oh man. Friend's im'ing the reviews. Kinda interesting to see what people think of my crap fics. You know.. people who don't purposely lie to me. Yeah...I'm looking at all of you. :P Bwahahaha. All the people yelling at her. Heh. Poor, dumb, tardy girl. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:31 PM ... ||
Oh brother.
So I got home and the PoohDad greeted me at the door. Seriously, how come NO ONE goes to work anymore? lol.
First question: How'd it go?
My answer: Pretty good, but it was an interview. Blech. Those are not good no matter how well they go.
Second question: Did you get it?
My answer: Pretty sure. They asked me to get my schedule worked out and asked when I can call them to let them know, so they can set up the pee test and the paperwork.
Third question: How much are you getting paid?
My answer: Well, I didn't ask them, because it's all about the experience. But according to friends, it's $XX/hr.
Immediately? PoohDad whips out a calculator (dude, where did that come from?) and starts doing calculations. His response is concerns what the salary would be if I were working full-time, and for real, instead of just a crappy internship. Hmmm. But it's ALL ABOUT THE EXPERIENCE!! Right? I mean...RIGHT?
Anyway... when we whores do that big get-together for the Alias season finale... And I haven't been fired from the internship by then... A round of drinks on me. Well... a round of water. Hey. We're talking the really expensive, bottled kind of water, okay? :P
|| posted by Pooh at 4:42 PM ... ||
Well...
Just like everyone said, the interview was mainly a formality (or maybe to make sure I really wasn't a tard. I'm not. I'm just above the tard cut-off.). They'd like for me to start as soon as possible, so I didn't even bother to ask if they could push it back to March or May, but I don't know what that means since I'll still have to do paperwork and get drug-tested. (Shit...better cleanse the system now, heh). And I told them I'd let them know next week. That means I get a few days to figure out what to do with the ass. Right now, I wouldn't care so much if the actual internship didn't kind of scare me. They're doing things there that I have no clue about, and I just know I'll screw something up. Sigh. But the pay... the pay is good. lol
Ugh. Gotta run back to the lab and zip off an email to the Ass telling him what happened in the interview. Then need to take the next few days to really work out a schedule and make up my mind how I'm going to go about this. So what if I resign my TA position, right? This is so much more beneficial to me, right? Someone drop an anvil on my head so I don't need to think and act like an adult. Well... okay, I took an hour off to be in my room again, and to get online and flame some tards at Alias Uncovered, so I should get back to doing real stuff.
And then I can go home and get out of this suit. Although... there's something very empowering about wearing a suit. It's kinda nice. Sorta like wearing all leather and carrying a whip and handcuffs. Heh. But it's been a seriously long time since I last wore a skirt. Did you know that you don't need to pull it down to go to the bathroom? Yeah. I forgot. And oops, that was probably way too much information. Heh. Well.. this is me, so deal with it. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 1:07 PM ... ||
Wednesday, January 08, 2003
Ok, just to clarify, the not-a-grad director was promoted to some kind of Vice Chair of something or other that's part of our department, but not really, but really. Makes no sense to me, but he's still a big honcho. Which is why I hate him. Bleh.
But I love my advisor. He rocks. He totally called the not-a-grad director on the threat (why would anyone threaten little ol' me? I'm niiiiiice!!) and basically told me to let the guy shove it. Yep, he said I should definitely take the internship no matter what, and that in the worst case scenario, he's got the money to fund me. Woohoo! Actually, he told me to just take the internship and not tell the not-a-grad director, aka ass. See? It's ok, because hardly anyone likes the guy. Heh. And he's moved his office to a different building, so it's not like he'd be around all the time to check up on me. I don't know how I feel about that since with my luck, he'd come around the day I'm not there. But my advisor laughed and even encouraged my idea of erasing all my disks with the copies of all the labs and info for the course at the end of the semester if the guy tried to do anything to me. Hee! Yeah, I'm petty only when I need to be. Don't fuck with me.
I need a new suit. :( The one I have right now is a... couple... of years old. Heh. Suits are expensive. :( Hopefully this interview is just a formality. I hate interviews. Especially with women interviewers. Can't seduce 'em. Good thing my advisor thinks I'm a lock for the internship anyway. Something about having a great personality and a good background. Uh... he apparently doesn't know me that well. LOL. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 10:35 PM ... ||
I hate my life.
I want to drop out, find a rich husband, and then kill myself.
Or maybe I just want to go into a catatonic state right now.
Talked to my grad director (who isn't even the grad director anymore, yet seems to have a lot more say than before) about trying to split my TA-ship with my possible spring internship at Johnson&Johnson (which, with an interview tomorrow, pretty much seems like a done deal). Apparently, I'm not supposed to have an outside job when I have a job in the university (which my friend says he thinks is only for international students, which I'm not). Long story short (in which I almost started to cry during the meeting), he doesn't want me to leave, and the only way he sees this working out is if I can convince J&J to let me do my internship starting May (yeah, right...they'll have a lot more qualified candidates to choose from by then), or to see if I can just do 2 days starting in April (uh huh, what's the diff between doing that in April and doing that NOW, ass?), or to resign my TA position and do the internship. The second scenario is just bullshit. He used some other student a few years back saying that they did both a TA and an outside job, and they ended up paying back their TA salary to the school. Um... ok... so what's the difference between that and starting in April? Would't that run into the same "legal" problems? Jackass. The last scenario would mean that I get demoted to an hourly TA instead of full-time, and I'd lose all my benefits and my staff parking. They need me anyway since no one else has been prepping this lab course. And seriously, if they're getting me a staff to run the labs, why do I even need to BE there every single fucking day? Last year, my supervisor for the lab was hardly ever there, and whenever we ran into a problem, we just worked around it. So sure... this last scenario seems to work the best, only the not-a-grad director pretty much threatened me by saying that if I decide to stay for my PhD, and I resign from the TA, then the chances are slim that I'll be able to get another TA-ship after the internship is over, and that my advisor probably can't fund me so I'll be scrounging for my own tuition money. UGH. Ass. Just wait until he sees me delete all the copies of the labs and stuff from my disks after the course is done. Let him find someone else to rework everything from scratch again. God, I'm so petty. I haven't decided on the PhD because I was originally only staying for the Masters, then finding a job. But what if I can't find a job after I finally finish the Masters? Stay for the fucking PhD. Only he's got clout, and he can make my life miserable.
DAMMIT. Where's my knight in shining armor to take me away from all this?
And my "interview" is tomorrow at 10am. If I can't take the internship, I don't want to have to waste their time. I doubt they'll let me push it back to May or April. And I'm really scared that if I say no to the internship because of all the fucking beauracracy in this department, that I may get a big black mark on my resume and won't be able to get another internship with them, and they happen to be THE internship company around here. Without an internship, I doubt I'll be able to find a job after I get out.
I HATE THIS SCHOOL. I HATE MY LIFE. I HAVE THE CRAPPIEST LUCK.
And I'm so fucking confused. There's way too many variables involved.
I just want to sleep and not wake up until after the semester is over. I need to discuss this with my advisor, but it's all going to come down to one thing. I need to make the decision, and there won't be any guarantees for future internships to make this easier on me. Maybe I should just drop out and become a bum. Or go live in the woods and try to write the next great American novel. Or maybe just pimp myself out on the streets.
Why is it when things happen, they all happen at once? And even good things turn out to be bad things? So that's two good things that happened to me this year. My TA and my internship. Everything comes in 3's. Where's the third thing that will really send me over the edge?
|| posted by Pooh at 12:44 PM ... ||
Tuesday, January 07, 2003
Not much to blog, but thought I'd try anyway.
Got stuck helping the PoohMom today. Ugh. Only good thing was that she now has a cheapie computer at work (my sister's) and I got to sit there and play Tetris (woohoo!!), JezzBall, and TriPeaks all day long. And when I got bored, I pulled up Word and attempted to work on that fic I owe Meg. I think after I finish this, I'm still going to have to owe her. Yeah, it's sucking that bad. But on my breaks, I got to play around with Irina and DaddyVaughn. Bwahaha. It's fun making him out to be a dumbass. Like father, like son. :P
Watched 24 tonight. Um...I usually have much more to say, but I think I was transfixed by the sight of the Kief. Mmmmm. Oh yeah, and that whole Nina thing. Hmmmm.
Now this is interesting...
PoohDad is napping behind me while I use the computer, and every once in awhile, he'll wake up and tell me he wants to go to bed. Methinks this is a new and unusual method to try to kick me off the computer so I'm not up until 3am again. That's nice. I'm how old? And my younger sister is in the room next door still watching TV (and I can't tape the Mac tonight because of it, grrrrrr). I guess I'm allowed to watch TV until 5am, but I can't stay online forever. GAH. I need to get back to school.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:54 PM ... ||
Monday, January 06, 2003
Soooooo much work to do, so little time to do it. *grumble* And sooo much time spent commuting when I can be doing something productive, like being online (*sigh* Alias Uncovered is having a board fart, again *sigh*) I can't wait until I'm really back at school, and not just partly back. Argh.
It's snowing again. Blech. Why did I bother to drive back to school just so I could start the ball rolling on all the things I procrastinated on this past semester? Not like I really did anything while I was here, and now I have to rush home to run some errands for the mom before picking up the bro from school and the sis from work. I hate being responsible. :(
But after responsibilities come fun. Yay! I get to rewatch my incomplete "Higher Echelon" tape, the Dead Zone season premiere I taped last night, and the MacGyver ep I'm currently taping right now. Woohoo. Gotta love the VCR (when stupid fam members don't mess with them).
Sadly, I'm missing the Sarkage. Have to hold onto the idea that less Sexy now means much more later, so waiting a few weeks won't kill me. However...these promos are killing me. "The Lovers' Mission"??
EGADS. *pokes eyes out*
|| posted by Pooh at 1:01 PM ... ||
I need to be...anywhere but here.
Back at school, preferably.
Far away from here.
Families...GAH.
*******
And on a related note...
Sis messed up the VCR for the first 10 or so minutes of the Alias ep tonight. *smack* And then she had the gall to blame me for not telling her to stay away from the VCR. *double smack*
Anyway, from what I remember watching:
-- LOVE Marshall. "Hi, I'm Marshall J. Flinkman. I'm here to rescue you." Awwwww. That was hilarious. And Marshall can rescue me anytime. ;)
-- Vaughn finally got a part he could play to his full capabilities: Gopher/Irina's Bitch. "Cream or sugar?" That's right. Practice saying "Want fries with that?" while you're at it.
-- Dixon!!!! LMAO. Just...too much. And Syd's face when he ruined her countermission? Perfect.
-- Hey!Daddy! ROWR. He's totally evil.
-- Jack. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
-- Irina. Damn she's hot. Still trying to have her babies.
But where in the world was SARK??? Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:32 AM ... ||
Sunday, January 05, 2003
From Trix again. *smack* Enough with the quizzies!!
Personality Disorder Test:
Paranoid: Moderate
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: Moderate
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Moderate
Histrionic: High
Narcissistic: High
Avoidant: Very High
Dependent: High
Obsessive-Compulsive: High
Oh, shit. That's not good. Is it?
|| posted by Pooh at 12:47 AM ... ||
Found on Karen's blog:
Remember playing MASH as a kid? Heh.
My results:
You will live in House.
You will drive a black BMW convertible.
You will marry Nekkid!Sloane and have 4 kids.
You will be a spy in New York.
Hee!!! Excellent. Mmmm. Rowr!! Nekkid!Sloanage for Pooh!!
|| posted by Pooh at 12:03 AM ... ||
Saturday, January 04, 2003
From Trixie:
You're that evil little piece of jewelry
that corrupts almost
everything it touches and recites poetry in the
Black Tongue on its days off. Cool.
Advice: You'd have been better off with
Gollum.
Indeed. Watch out, folks. ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 11:38 PM ... ||
I am naked.
Bwah! Made you look. :P
Riddle me this: What's the difference between freezing rain and sleet? Because my mom and I were stranded in NY last night due to one of those. This was both good and bad. Bad because it sucked Sloane!Balls not being able to get to a computer and complete my "Daily Affirmation of My Existence on This Godforsaken Planet," aka Blogging. And because I didn't prepare an overnight bag, I had to sleep in the nude. Hehe. Not. Although not blogging (or chatting - damn the stupid net addiction) does make me feel kind of nekkid. Kinda like forgetting to wear my watch. Or maybe panties. ;) Good because I had been marked by the kiss of the funnies death and for the life of me, couldn't think of anything witty or perceptive or unboring to blog anyway. That happens whenever someone tells me I'm funny (because I'm really not), and I suddenly get really insecure and feel like I need to work harder to actually be funny. Gah. *cough*you know who you are*cough*
Anyway, all the ice on the road made it dangerous for the mom and me to get home, so we went to my aunt's house. Ugh. I don't know what it is about that house, but everytime I'm there, I automatically revert back to that shy, demure, speaking only when spoken to, little girl I used to be. Ugh. I don't know why I do that. Especially since during dinner, I had a great view of the TV, which they left on the Travel Channel. You'd think it would be pretty safe and educational. Well...ooookay. Yeah. It was "educational" all right. Heh. Apparently it was a show on some wild island tribe, and HELLO! Very naked man walking across the screen. Very full-frontal naked man. Who ended up chopping wood, with the woodchips and splinters flying everywhere, and...um...ouch? Also, what with my mom suddenly mentioning bodily functions (oy)... Well, it turned out to be a very interesting dinner. Hope that doesn't get repeated often (well, ok, the naked man can come back whenever he wants).
And even more insanity! Right before bed, my cousin had a fight with one of my other aunts over the phone. It involved lots of slamming phones and random people hanging up on each other. The topic of dissension? Their old cat my Texan aunt now refuses to take care of even though she's currently taking care of 4 stray cats. Well, ok, there's more to the story, but it just makes everyone look petty and insane, so I won't get into it. But there was lots of yelling between bedrooms about my screwy aunt. For once, my mom stayed out of it. Heh. The end result? My aunt is now thinking about going to Texas to bring back the cat. They're crazy. All of them. Makes my mom's "craziness" seem endearing. I just hope their kind of crazy doesn't run in the family...you know, since I'm pretty sane right now. (Shaddup!)
I'm so glad to be going home tonight. I'll be able to get on a computer and not feel like I have to go to bed at 10pm (even though sleeping 8+ hours for once was kind of nice).
And even better news? Other than Meg finishing and posting her first fic in FOREVER? The Twitchies are gone. Adios. Goodbye! Woohoo! Now I can go out and jump random men without feeling like a freak who can't make eye contact. ;)
Btw, Meg? The J/R fic isn't going too well. It's just...horrible, really. And so's the squicky Irina/DaddyVaughn one. Bwahaha. Crap. Maybe I should concentrate more on writing the thesis than screwing around with fics.
Hmm. For some reason, I've got Robert Palmer's "Simply Irresistable" stuck in my head. Grrr.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Sark/Anna smutfic from Trix and Jenai!!! *thud*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:57 PM ... ||
Thursday, January 02, 2003
Ahhh.
Thanks to Meg for telling me about MacGyver playing on TV Land starting today.
MAC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gah, he was so young back then (and honestly, I don't think he's changed that much. also, watched a Stargate SG-1 ep where he showed upper chest. Niiiice. For an old guy now, you know. "Still doable," according to Meg). And the hair. And the clothes. And the duct tape and the Swiss army knife. And the snarkiness. And the Pete who wasn't a Pete but turned into a Pete.
Oh man. The theme song is stuck in my head now.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:30 PM ... ||
Wednesday, January 01, 2003
Ugh. Going back home tomorrow for the weekend, and not sure exactly when I'll be back next week since I'm on a timeshare with the sis for the car. So... leaving an early present to remember me by. I've got what little Squishies I have up and running. After the friend leaves and I get more time, I'll try to do the rest. Heh. Um... enjoy, and don't link 'em. :)
|| posted by Pooh at 8:46 PM ... ||
Oy!
Gah!
EEK!
We just watched the Leno tape from last night. Duuuuude. Two quickies. One was a really fast pan of our "viewing pen." Couldn't really see us, but we saw the guy next to us because of his bright yellow jacket. Then... a little bit later, got a nice shot of us. It was still fast, but dude. No mistakes. lol. Then, they spent the majority of the time on some girls who were near us since they were all dressed up. And you know? I'm okay with my two seconds of fame. lol
|| posted by Pooh at 7:31 PM ... ||
So... last night. Heh.
We got to Times Square at about 4:30 and then allowed ourselves to be herded into these "sections" where we were fenced in like cattle. That meant no leaving, no returning, and no food/drinks/bathroom. Getting there early paid off, though, since we were right in front of the Marriot Marquis, in a prime spot, and RIGHT NEXT to the Tonight Show platform. Oh. Did I mention, we were RIGHT NEXT to it? We ended up one person from the fence on that side. The camera guy on that side of the platform? Absolute tease. That's right. Friggin camera tease. Kept checking his angles and zooms and shots on us, making us wave and make noise and crap, and pretending like he was taping when his record light was most definitely not on. lol
Ugh. I just woke up like an hour ago after 5 hours of sleep, after having been up over 24 hours, so my brain is still fried. I had this blog all organized in my head on the bus ride home, but now... I forget. lol. Damn senility.
Anyway, the good parts:
- Getting a great spot
- Seeing Mario Lopez (aka AC Slater) walk by. Our first thought: AC Slater! Our second and most pressing thought: Dude. He's damn short. Our next thought: DUDE. It's Slater! Heh.
- Mayor Mike passing us. This isn't really that great or interesting, but he's the mayor, so I might as well add him here.
- Being next to the NBC platform. Seeing their correspondent for the night, and needing a full minute before we recognized him as Chris Isaak. Then spent every minute he was up there practicing, and then taping, calling his name and trying to get him to look over. A few kids near us were damn hilarious the way they were heckling him in an attempt to get him to look over, distract him during his taping, and get him to come over. Fun times. Oh, did I mention that we were so close, we could have spit on him if we wanted to? Hehe.
- The weather was really great. Nice and warm (until later) and rain-free (until later).
- Seeing Avril as a speck on top of ABC Studios, performing.
- Going crazy trying to get the attention of the camera guy.
- How the camera guy gave a rough estimate for when he would pan across our section, and everyone immediately whipping out cell phones to call people. LMAO. Guilty as charged.
- Twin's parents and PoohBrother calling to say they think they saw us on TV. (Gotta check the tape)
- The two guys standing behind us on line for the bus. Hehehe.
The bad parts:
- Standing outside for over 7 hours. My legs still hurt.
- Trying to get through the night after last eating at 2 in the afternoon.
- The serious lack of any real entertainment. 3 people sang. The rest was recorded music, and mostly country. Dude. Wtf?
- Getting squashed against other people and against the fence every time they came by to hand out party gear (pom poms, bracelets with bells, long ass balloons with streamers that kept getting in our faces, flags)
- Being in a herd of... a lot... of people, and being the only one to get cheap vodka spilled on the back of my coat and jeans by some drunk high school chippy. Dumbass. Then after the ball dropped, being the only one sprayed by some drunk middle-aged hag trying to uncork cheap champagne. Dude. My NY'er almost came out and mingled with the Jersey in me. It would not have been a pretty sight, and the dumbass couple pretty much booked it after my inner bitch emerged for a second and I let out a stream of expletives at her. You know, I normally wouldn't mind cheap liquor, but since I was completely sober, it pissed me off that my clothes ingested more alcohol than me last night. Also... in both cases, they were completely trashed (there was NO ONE around when the old lady sprayed me, you'd think she could have pointed that thing in a million places and not hit anyone. Dumb fucking luck)... and I have no tolerance or respect for people who don't know their limits (this goes for the dumbass high school kid who puked by the gate for our bus. Nasty)
- Speaking of buses... hanging out at the Port Authority before we decided to visit the Today Show set. I was soooo tired, I gave up and eventually tried to nap on that dirty ass floor. Seemed like everyone had the same idea. Their floor was littered with people stretched out in an attempt to nap before the buses started going again.
- Getting ass up to walk to the Today Show set. Found out they weren't taping, which I had a feeling. You'd think this would have occurred to us to actually check beforehand. No biggie since we got to take more pics of an unobstructed Tree, and had to wait until 7:30 am until our bus anyway.
- Eating at HoJo's and experiencing a Happy New Year price gouging. Have you ever had a $22 cheeseburger? Or a $4 cup of coffee? Yeah. Exactly. And they wouldn't let people use their bathrooms until they paid. Um... their bathroom? NASTY. Like it was experiencing a major case of swamp ass. We should have just gone to the Port Authority. The fun part, though... was just giving up and eating there since there wasn't really much of a choice. And listening to other people come in and their reaction to the menu prices. Couple of guys were cracking up and taking pics of the menu so they'd have evidence. lol. I think the major reaction was "Good Lord" followed by "Uh... once a year, right?" lol
- Not getting to see Dick Clark.
Now the really good stuff.
Pooh as Stalker:
- Adam and Victor? Nope. Don't think they were working, either. :(
- David? Der. Of course not. I'm not a dumbass. Although... one of those Chris Isask "hecklers" kind of had a Sark-ish look to him (if Sark were to wear one of those skullcap things... and if Sark were missing his curls). Gotta love the clean cut look, but ya gotta have the curls. Rowr.
- Anderson? He doesn't want to play with me. ::sniff::
- Dick Clark? Nooooo. ::cries:
Pooh as Stalkee:
- Chris Isaak? Oh yeah. He was totally staring at me. Twin pointed it out and said "five minutes." Then again, he was drinking from that bottle of champagne, but... we won't think about that. Twin got the cork they popped into the crowd. Heh.
- The guys behind us in line for the bus? Hehehehe. The main guy's pickup line: It's my birthday in 2 days. His age? 19 going on 20. He asked to take a picture with us. Heh. Then mentioned that he wanted to sleep, and asked if we would sit in the back of the bus and cuddle with him. Heh. Heh. When asked how much he had to drink, his response was "a couple." LOL. Probably would have been the most action I've gotten in awhile, but we declined since he's even younger than my youngest obsession. He was sweet, though, telling us he'd be sitting in the back so he wouldn't bug us after we got on the bus.
So.... in summary?
- Hours standing in Times Square: 8
- Hours between TS and bus home: ~7 hours
- Cost of 2 hamburgers, 2 Cokes, 1 dessert: $64 ($70 after tip)
- Stalking average: 0/4 and 2/0
- Thoughts of Lancer: Walked by the Hilton and cried at the loss of a prime opportunity to ravish him. (Yeah, Gabby, I'm going to need a couple of *huggles* LOL)
I probably forgot a lot of stuff, so I'll be back to add once I remember. lol
*****
Weeeeeeee!!!
Meg wrote fic. And FINISHED!!! (Need to read)
Jenai RR'ed!!! (Need to read that)
|| posted by Pooh at 5:00 PM ... ||
Gah.
Gaaaah.
Happy New Year!!!!
It's 9:15am. Just got back from NYC. Been up over 24 hours. Brain's fuzzy. Need sleep. Be back in few hours to share all the fun stories of stalking and being stalked.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:18 AM ... ||