Sunday, May 30, 2004
Our annual Memorial Day family BBQ ended at 9pm instead of 6pm, as was expected. For our troubles...
1. PoohBro and Thing2 bitched and moaned out of going because they're asses.
2. Pooh went because she didn't trust PoohMom to get there herself since PoohCousins live in a very small town, which just happens to be located within a much larger town. (Don't ask.)
3. Even with Pooh driving, we got lost. But then, PoohMom was giving directions. Ugh.
4. Got some exercise doing the 15 minute stroll between Cousin1's and Cousin2's houses. Yay!
5. Had lovely, if stilted, text message convo with Steph. Hee! Fun!
6. Cousin3 came back from Japan, where she had gone to see a doctor who claimed he could cure all skin problems. She came back with herbs and teas and medicines for Thing2 and PoohBro because they couldn't go with her. Pooh's skin is pretty good, but they made me drink the herbal tea. Ugh. Afterwards, was told how it was a great diuretic, too. Double ugh. And am now drinking a nice tall refreshing glass of it because the PoohMom doesn't believe in overdoing it.
7. Got a new denim jacket. Always great when older Cousins buy things that don't fit and are too lazy to return them. Pooh reaps the rewards. Yay!
8. Ugh. Tea is really kinda nasty.
Wee! PoohDad's coming home tomorrow! That means I get to grab a copy of his pics for the travel-log. (Um... only on day 4, shuttup!) Now only need to wait for Thing1 to upload hers, that lazy bitca.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:30 PM ... ||
Sunday Update:
~ Still no dress. Considering going nekkid.
~ Why do people still have their icicle lights up from Christmas?
~ Am decreasing amount of meat in diet... for this week, anyway, or until tummy/generally feel better.
~ Debbie Gibson RULES! (Sadly, only have Out of the Blue songs... someone needs to figure out how I can back up my cassettes into mp3s, cuz that's where all the GOOD songs are. :( )
~ All 80s Memorial weekend on the radio ROCKS. Despite the bitca Thing2 snarking: Oh, that's your time. Pfffft.
~ Being forced to attend family BBQ. Ugh. Will be v.v.v.v.bored. Also, cannot eat majority of food due to silly China trip. Blah.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:56 PM ... ||
The dress buying rant.
Well... tried to look for a dress for the friend's wedding next Sunday. UGH. Dresses suck.
First, I looked through my closet since I know I have a couple there. Granted, none of them have seen sunlight in, oh, many years as Pooh has been a jeans/pants girl for foreva. Am happy to report that there were a couple of old dresses I can still wear. Yay! Am very unhappy to report that they're either black or navy. Not sure if this wedding is hip enough for that. Also, am appalled to admit that some of these dresses? Holy fuck. What the hell was I thinking!
Second, went through sisters' things. And you know what? Sisters should be the same size in order to increase the capacity for clothes-sharing. There should be laws for this, people! 'Cuz both sisters are way more girlie than me and have way more dresses than me. Sadly, can not wear any of them, except maybe one, if I let out the straps she's cinched herself. But then, it's also kinda white and maybe, just maybe, a teeny bit see-through. Would have to definitely fix that, if desperate enough to borrow that one.
Third, went shopping, and now I have a couple of complaints.
1. Dressy dresses that don't have zippers and yet, are supposed to be "form-fitting." The ones that are made from stretchy fabric aren't nearly stretchy enough. Without zippers, you need to be a stick to get into those things. Grrr. If any portion of your body is even a teeny bit... curvier... than "stick," say hips or shoulders or what have you, there's a bit of squirming to get the dress past those areas. And then... after you've navigated the, erm, tighter areas, good luck going in reverse and getting the damn thing off. Of course, we could just buy one or two sizes larger and nip/tuck/cinch ourselves, but what's the point?
2. Where do you buy the normal looking dressy dresses? No, really. Everything I saw today was of the Fluff. Pastels. Small floral prints. Large floral prints. Frills. Ruffles. WHERE. ARE. THE. SIMPLE. SOLID-COLORED. DRESSES! *sob* I just want something classy and simple (and preferably long), dammit.
3. One week left to find a decent dress. And I still need to figure out shoes and accessories. Damn.It.
4. After trying on about 20 dresses, I kept coming back to the same conclusion: I look pretty damn cute in my jeans and shirt. Oh, and also: dresses have an annoying flaw of making me look bloated whereas my cute jeans and shirt make me look tiny. Why? Stupid laws of physics or gravity or girlie-girl-shit. So I've decided the really really cool weddings should allow jeans because I have really cute jeans and really cute shirts I could wear instead of an ugly fluffy flowery dress. In fact, I think when I get married, guests should feel welcome to come in their jeans if they want (but no wifebeaters, that's just tacky).
*cries* Dressing up sucks. SUCKS. Friend better damn well appreciate the things I'm trying to do for her. And this marriage better last, even though THEY'RE ALREADY MARRIED! That's rubbing it in Pooh's face, and double rubbing it in because they're asking her to get all girlied up this time. AND there better be some single cute guys there for me to pretend to be all all desperate and easy. (Shut up.)
|| posted by Pooh at 12:12 AM ... ||
Friday, May 28, 2004
My resolution for this weekend, in an attempt to bust out of my funk:
Do not buy clothes that reflect my mood. This isn't always directly correlated anyway, since I feel like ICK warmed over and yet am pretty sure I look kinda cute in my regular clothes today. Ha, Funk! Take that! So no fugly ugly neon dress. Will deliberately go out and buy a cute and sexy red dress instead. (Cute and sexy - that's possible, isn't it?)
After all, I'll be over my sad depressing funk by next weekend, right? RIGHT?
Of course, I will. *nods firmly*
|| posted by Pooh at 8:58 PM ... ||
Hmmm.
Getting ready to pack up and go home for the weekend (unless it gets unbearable, then coming immediately back). Anyway...
Just realized that since I've been back at the apartment (Tuesday afternoon), I've only gotten dressed... once. Yikes. The rest of the time I've been completely, absolutely, nekkid. LMAO. Okay, not, but that sounded less pathetic than "lounging around like a stinky slacker in PJ bottoms and t-shirt" and...
ewwww! ewwww! ewwwwwwwwww smalluglyspiders!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! gahhhhh!
Oh gross. The small ugly JUMPING spiders are back. *SOB*
Ack. Ok, sorry about that. Well, I know I promised a super cheery entry after that last one, but this will have to do. I'm feeling slightly better. It's surprising what a good, bouncy song will do for your spirits... if even for a little bit. Besides, I hate being HappyPooh all the time. That's just sick. Pffft.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:46 PM ... ||
Be forewarned: I feel like I'm rollercoaster moodswinging... in the down down down direction.
The random thunderstorm blitzes need to stop. Right now. Normally, I don't mind rain when it comes fast, loud, unpredictably and then stops. Kinda nice, actually. But after three days of it, it needs to go away. Not helping with the mood.
I thought I was getting better, but now I'm feeling all icky and squicky again. Most likely my punishment for playing hookie, even though it was totally sanctioned by TPTB. Dammit. Not happy. Or maybe it's because I've been eating nothing but simple, bland bland bland foods this week to appease the sore tummy, and what I really need is a Big Mac and fries, or a juicy steak, or ice cream and whipped cream or hell... even a salad. And a white chocolate mocha. Mmmm. (and NO frickin' jelly donuts) Doubly unhappy now.
The weird jetlag is fucking with me, and sleeping at odd hours is not helping. Nor is having Thing1 call me at 3pm from the Apple store, asking if I wanted my mini iPod, and sounding disturbingly chipper. Especially since I had only just woken up from my fucked up sleep cycle and was in a grumpy mood. This needs to stop. I need some kind of intervention to get my ass to bed at a reasonable hour and snap me out of these random funks.
And just to punctuate how screwy and upsetting it is to get normalized (or as close as to, depending on definition of "normal"), I told her not to get my mini iPod. WHAT?!? I wasn't in the mood to buy a toy? A toy I've been wanting for awhile? A toy I could have gloated about and fondled in sheer happiness? Sheeeeeeesh. I need someone to smack me over the head, shake me around a bit, and then smack me some more. 'Cuz I don't know what the heck is going on with me.
I need to stop thinking. Thinking hurts.
And everything feels the same but different, or different but the same. And what happened last week anyway? My mental processes are on a delayed jetlag, and it feels like there's a pod-everyone and a PodPooh and even her brain cells were tweaked. Ugh, that sounded sad, didn't it? Let's jump back to Before, please?
Also, I got all pissy at One the other day. That was wrong. *sob* *hug hug hug* (Argh, what's up with the hormonal stuff? *rolls eyes*) So, yeah, if I snapped at you, or will snap at you...
Well, whatever. Learn to deal with it. :P
The odd thing is: I was in a genuinely, ecstatically happy mood when I stepped off the plane and was ushered through Customs with a "welcome home." But now, home feels as slightly off as the other side of the world. :(
I miss the Happy. Where's the full-fledged, uncontrollable, fall-out-of-my-seat laughter? I miss the laughing. Sorry, randomness...
Ugh, even this entry is making me depressed. Going into the long weekend depressed is no good. Especially when I need to go dress shopping this weekend. In my mental state of disequilibrated blah (does that even sound right?), goodness knows what I'll pick up as an unconscious effort to spread my icky misery via a fugly, ugly, visual assault. Neon pink with lime green sequins, perhaps? Dear God! How long before the Happy again? *checks meds labels and liquor bottle* *squints* Is that... 2? 4? hours?
And on that happy note... Everyone enjoy your (long) Memorial Day weekend! Not sure if I'll be on too much as I attempt to conquer the screwy sleep habits and get my head readjusted. If you see me online after 2 am, um, after 3 am I mean, then please smap me. Hard. Thank you.
P.S. If you sat through this, I'm sorry. Next entry will be super chirpy!
|| posted by Pooh at 3:53 PM ... ||
Bad insomnia/jetlag! BAD!
So yeah... while in China I purchased this jade bangle. You know, one of those bracelet things that doesn't have a clasp to it so if I wanted to take it off, I'd need lots of soap and wincing and cringing and stuff? Anyway, I just noticed that I actually have pretty small wrists, but the bracelet is big because my hands are obviously wider than the width of my wrists. The bracelet's actually a teeny bit on the big side so now the stupid thing keeps bouncing around my wrist and catching on things - a huge pain when you're walking and all of a sudden your left hand is caught somewhere behind you because the bangle is acting like some kind of weird handcuff. Make any sense? Probably not, since I've been up for hours.
Anyway, this baby is coming off... soon... even if I'll have to scream and mutter a string of expletives while trying to slip it off. And now... I'm going to bed. Erm... don't look at the time. Scary.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:13 AM ... ||
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Back hurts.
Need massage.
And neck and shoulder rub.
Stupid travel-log. Only on day 2 of 10. And haven't even gotten to the pics yet.
Grrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:39 PM ... ||
Shit.
I think the jetlag has finally caught up to me. All I want to do is sleep. I just woke up, and now I want to get back into bed again. Sheesh. It's 2:30PM! I totally wasted my free gift of a day off. Oh wait... is sleep really a waste of time? Yes, yes it is, because I could be doing so many things right now. But nooooo.... I.can't.keep.my.stupid.eyes.open. ARGH!
Shitty mcshitters.
J just im'ed to give me an update on work. Apparently, everything's falling apart on our project, and VanWilder's been the butt of everyone's anger. Yikes. Kinda glad I'm not there right now, what with my need to avoid conflict at all costs and... stuff. *cough* And yet, if I were there, I could have something other than my freakish sleep cycles to snark on. *sigh*
|| posted by Pooh at 2:19 PM ... ||
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Days off are fun. I can lay in bed, bitch and moan, and watch TV while pretending to be an invalid.
Days off are not fun, however, when there's no one else around to take care of me, or for me to boss around, or go food shopping for me (I'm really craving a large greasy pizza right now), or rub my tummy, or bring me drugs, or play with my hair until I fall asleep. :( Okay, I'm not really that sick, but still, it would be nice.
But! I did get to rewatch the 24 finale again, this time without the phone interruptions. And yeah, so much better the second time around. I don't know what I was thinking last night. *hides from One* I still think the Kief/Chase4Eva&Eva was the hottest thing eva. The Kief should never have to cry or break down unless the Pooh is nearby to comfort him. That's just wrong, yo. And the Tony/Michelle? The KISS? Damn, that hurt. It hurts, because I want that. Dammit. *sob*
Ack. That reminds me. Still gotta buy a dress for the friend's wedding next weekend. 'Cuz ya never know. lmao
Hmm... should I try the Alias finale now? Oy.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:48 PM ... ||
Awww, I'm so growed up. I called in sick today. My very first time doing that. EVER. (Yes, it was. Shut up.) And then the boss called back later and told me that if I still wasn't feeling well tomorrow, to take the rest of the week off.
Dude.
Not that I would ever... well... you know... it's so difficult to tell exactly how I'm feeling at any exact moment... so... you know... I mean, it would be wrong to lie... exactly... but...
Wait. Damn. Does this mean that they actually care about my well-being? Or that they don't need me? Crap.
Anyway, gotta drag my ass out of bed and get some kind of food I can keep down. I am so starving today since I didn't eat at all yesterday (hmm, maybe this contributed to my bad mood? No, wait, was NOT in a bad mood *nods*) Ugh. I finally fell asleep around 5:30 AM, if anyone was worried. And no, even snuggling with Eeyore didn't help. :( I can't decide if it's because I'm still on HK time or because I've gotten so used to sleeping on really hard beds last week that my soft bed is giving me problems. Bleh.
Hmm. Was going to go running today. (Shut up! Yes, I was!) But it's all rainy and stuff. (Soooo not my fault... unless I have powers I don't know about.) So there.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:12 PM ... ||
This SUCKS.
4:30AM. I've got a huge headache AND I can't sleep. This weird jetlag thing sucks big time. I was perfectly fine last night, dammit.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:26 AM ... ||
Ugh.
Does someone else want to type up my stoopid travel notes for me? *waves a dollar in the air*
There's only about, umm, 50? steno pages worth of big print. *waves another dollar*
*SIGH*
|| posted by Pooh at 2:53 AM ... ||
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
YAY!!!!!
Back at the apartment! *hugs PoohBear* *hugs Eeyore* *hugs Squidferd and MiniBooj and Sheldon and BooBoo and FiFi and... umm...*
Ear's cleared up, and I'm feeling much better (for now). But I still want to call in sick tomorrow. *SIGH*
But weeee! Time to plan the next trip!
|| posted by Pooh at 5:29 PM ... ||
It's not so much jetlag as it is
1. I don't have to work today.
2. The trip was way too stressful and exhausting (daily 7 AM wakeup calls? ick!).
3. I don't feel the urgent need to repack and go back to the apartment right this minute.
4. It's cozy, cool, snuggle under the covers, kind of weather.
5. There's a soft bed right here.
6. I'm lazy.
7. When will I ever get a chance to catch up on my sleep again?
So yeah. Taking a short nap. Someone make sure to wake me by 3 PM? 'Cuz I really do need to get my ass back to the apartment, settled, unpacked, and do some grocery shopping even though I don't think I can keep anything down or in right now.
Hmm. Already contemplating calling in sick tomorrow. That's bad, isn't it?
|| posted by Pooh at 12:56 PM ... ||
600. That's about how many pics I just finished transferring to Harold this very moment. There's a lot of redundant ones... crappy ones... blurry ones... stupid ones... ones I can't remember what the heck they're pics of... But. I still took about 600 pics. That's... a lot. And that's not including all of PoohDad's pics (which I can't access until he gets back in a week) and Thing1's pics (which I can't get to until she puts them online for me).
Fun. Fun. Fun. Betcha can't wait to see a million pics of the same section of the Great Wall and a hundred pics of the same boring view from The Peak at HK. (Did I mention there's absolutely none - okay, maybe 2 or 3 - pics of the Pooh? Better accept it now) :P
And just for fun: Max looking out at Victoria Park from hotel room window, during our second tour of HK.
Oh wow. 1:30AM and I feel pretty normal. Woohoo! Which means it's probably time for bed. PoohCousin took over my room which means I get the guestroom and Harold gets to sleep right by my head. Feel free to ping me since I'm dl'ing crap. You could drive me nuts the way PoohBro did earlier today when I started drifting off, and he started practicing his falsetto in my ear every few minutes and then inflated the beachball and started throwing that at my head to keep me awake and on schedule. Lovely, isn't he?
|| posted by Pooh at 1:26 AM ... ||
Monday, May 24, 2004
Yay! Postcards are coming in! I made sure to airmail them, unlike Thing 2 last time she went to China. (FYI: "regular" mail, aka "by sea," takes 3 months. lmfao)
Haven't seen Alias or 24 or any other show yet. Will probably not get to them for the next few days. So shhhhh. Also, the 24 news is non-news because it was OBVIOUSLY just a poor manipulative move on Fox's part to get me to rush home. *nods knowingly*
Oh, btw, the HubbySearch was a bust. Out of all the people we ran into while we were there, only one had "potential"... and then he turned out to be a second or third cousin. I'm sorry, but I don't play like that. lol. Anyway, not to fear. There's still the NYC, LA, and Vegas trips for the ongoing HubbySearch2004. Hee.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:04 PM ... ||
I'M HOME!
I'M HOME!!
I'M HOME!!!
*does happy dance and striptease*
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
I don't even care that it's hot and humid and sticky and gross. BECAUSE I'M HOME!!! *hugs Jersey* *hugs YOU ALL* *hugs...* Hmm... I miss Eeyore and Poohbear and Squidferd. :( So not quite entirely home completely. Sigh.
Ear's still bugging me but surprisingly didn't make me want to jump out the plane during all the pressure changes. In fact, I'm NOT deaf in my right ear like I usually am after a flight. Very interesting. And well, the other stuff is... an ongoing process. But dude, screw it. I'm having pizza tonight. YUM.
Took lots of pics, as I was told to. Used up my measly 128MB, didn't have anywhere to transfer the pics, so I got me another 256MB card and used all that up, too. So yeah... lots of crappy pics of... scenery... and... buildings. Absolutely NONE of Pooh! La la la. Must wait to get the PoohDad and Thing1's pics, sort them, and put them up for you guys.
Yay! Almost 5PM here. I'm still mentally calculating 12 hour differences, but right now, I'm not feeling any jetlag. Excellent.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:49 PM ... ||
Sunday, May 23, 2004
What does dysentery feel like?
Shut up. And stop laughing. *glares at One*
Ear's all fucked up due to sore throat. Hopefully I won't feel like killing myself too much on the plane because of it.
Flight's in 3 hours. Gotta run and catch bus to airport. Luv you all. Miss you all. See you in about 20 hours. *hugs and kisses*
|| posted by Pooh at 8:06 PM ... ||
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Damn you people! Why aren't you guys on when I'M on? It's only a stupid 12 hour difference!! (Also, damn the hotel in Beijing. I can't believe they're charging me so much money to get online. Pffft.)
We're headed to Guangzhou tomorrow AM. That's the PoohDad's hometown. Then we're going to "his village." Apparently everyone knows we're coming. Oh oh. Then four more days and I'm home!! HOME!! Woohooooooooooooo!!! Just to give you guys a mini update: I officially completed my true full China experience. Yesterday I climbed the Great Wall. Well... um... sorta. (Did I mention we've been eating A LOT? I'm soooo sick of eating. Yeah... I'm going to need to work out when I get back. Or maybe have some kind of deflating surgery.) And today, I went in a "hole." Voluntarily, too. Ha! So yeah, I'm done. Can I come home now?
I so can't wait to get back. I miss you so much. And you. And YOU. And I miss you lots. And you more. And maybe you most of all. But really, I think you and you are tied for who I miss the mostest. Unless it's you...
I've brought zilch in the prezzie department. I suck. But there's nothing here that's caught my eye. I saw some things that screamed certain people's names, but um... there might be an airline security issue and the problem of packing them in my tiny suitcase. LOL. Oh well, we'll see. Also, I was going to try a second round of postcards from Beijing, but you know... lazy and stuff. Also, haven't had time to really shop for cheesy postcards and souvenirs. Ugh.
Accck! Friend emailed to say she's saving two seats at her wedding for me and my hubby. Sheesh. I've only got 4 days now... Pressure sucks. Ick. *sob*
|| posted by Pooh at 8:09 AM ... ||
Monday, May 17, 2004
*TACKLES EVERYONE*
Duuuuuude! Hello from halfway around the world. I'm online in the hotel business center, trying to catch up on everything really fast. Dudes, I'm logged onto MSN and AIM and no one is here. Boo and hiss to y'all.
A couple of things to get you all up to speed:
1. 16 hour flights SUCK. No, I mean S.U.C.K. I wanted to kill myself after Hour 5. I wanted to jump out of the plane after Hour 9. I was ready to turn the plane around at Hour 10. It was only by sheer miracle I made it to Hour 16.
2. We leave for Beijing tomorrow morning. That's a 3 hour flight.
3. Weather sucks around here. Hot. Humid. Typhoon coming. Awesome.
4. Got my hair straightened and cut for no reason other than a stupid moment of jetlagged impulsiveness. It's a lot straighter than I thought. It's a lot shorter and weirder cut than I wanted. So... sounds about typical for any time I've gotten my hair done. Oh well... it'll only last... 6 freaking months. Grr!
5. Postcards were mailed today. You should all get them in a week or so. If you don't get one, that just means I didn't love you enough, it got lost in the mail, or it's all your own fault. I like that last one best. Note: All postcards written at 4 AM while awake from insomniac jetlag. I am NOT responsible for anything that was written on them. Nope.
6. Hubby search is ongoing.
7. I miss you all. Everyone one of you. Well... sorta.
8. If none of you come on in the next 10 minutes, then it's your own fault you missed your window of opportunity to chat with me. HRMPH.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:58 AM ... ||
Friday, May 14, 2004
eeeeeeeeppppppppp!!!!!
*deep breath*
We're leaving for the airport in about an hour.
Pooh hasn't been out of the country since she was about 4 (coincidentally, the first/last time she went to China). Canada doesn't count. Neither does Hawaii, although that 10 hour flight with the broken plane audio system nearly killed her.
Shit. I forgot to pack Max. Hmm... do I want to pack Max? No one else (here) knows about Max. Hi. I'm 26. Why the fuck am I bringing a stuffed toy with me to China?
My plan to stay up all night last night, chatting with everyone, making myself so exhausted I'd pass out on the plane for the entire 16 hours? Yeah.... not so much. I couldn't last past 1 AM. And "they" say you should start going to bed earlier a few days before you head out on a long east-bound trip to combat jetlag. Ooops.
I'm now stressing about... uhh... better not think or write it, as to not jinx self. *nods*
So let me leave you with the beginning of the PoohTravelDiary:
Cousin took over the old PoohRoom so Pooh had to sleep in the PoohBro's room. PoohBro still has school today, but it's Physics Day at Six Flags, and that was where he was headed. As a result, his alarm clock was set Extra Early. PoohBro has a really cute alarm clock. It's a cat holding a bugle-shaped clock that we had picked up in Hawaii when he was just a baby. He is now 17. And this is where I mention that he put his clock right near my head? That's an important point. Because at 6:30 AM, his clock decided to BLARE its wake-up call. If it were the usual annoying BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I could live with that. But NOOOOOO! This little baby plays the bugle call, followed by a loud sing-songy "Waaaaaake UP! Rise. And. Shine." Repeat. Totally obnoxious. Totally uncalled for at 6:30 AM. The problem? Unless he gets his ass up and turns the damn thing off himself, he has a hard time waking up. If I had dropkicked that thing across the room and then dragged his ass out of bed, he'd be pretty unresponsive. So yeah... PoohBastard waited for it to cycle three times before he shut the damn thing off. Evil.
But then I passed out again, and didn't wake up until I heard the PoohDad rushing back and forth, back and forth, trying to pack up last minute things, etc. And then he came into the room and yanked me out of bed. Damn.
It's rainy outside. I hope this doesn't mean Newark's going to be backed up. Blech. Let's just get this thing over with so I can come back home to all of you. *sobs*
Can't promise I'll be able to find a computer anytime soon. But don't worry. I'm keeping a journal. (Yay!) Sadly, I'm not bringing Harold, otherwise I could work on a layout/design for the Offical Pooh Travel Diary while I'm on the plane. Well, guess it doesn't matter since it's all about the content, anyway. Umm... right? If you notice on the left side of the blog, I've made my reminders: crappy itinerary with pics (Yay! Pooh loves hotel pics!) and the big notice of Pooh's Return on the 24th. That's so y'all don't keep emailing and bugging me about when I'm coming home. *hugs* And one more thing! If you don't hear from me around the 24th, COME FIND ME! Don't let me wake up in HK and find out two years have passed. *snert* Come and get my ass.
Damn. I keep thinking there was one more thing I wanted to post before I left. Crappity. I'm going senile now. I can't remember. Oh well. Just remember this: Pooh lurves you all. Pooh will miss you all. Umm... some more than others. LMAO. :P
*HUGS HUGS KISSES HUGS SQUEEZE*
*sob*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:44 AM ... ||
Thursday, May 13, 2004
*waaaaaaaaaaaa*
Day before big trip and I'm stuck at work. Why? Because they need the data from Pooh's tongue... erm, experiment.
I need a hug. And maybe something to calm my nerves since I still have a million things to take care of and being at work right now is not one of them. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 5:23 PM ... ||
Is that an ulcer? Or maybe I'm hungry? Or is it just a lack of sleep combined with stress? Or maybe I AM hungry and shouldn't be drinking so much Coke on an empty stomach? Oooh, or maybe I'm PMSing...
I am so tired. Packing sucks. Someone come over here and do it for me. I feel like the bags under my eyes are taking over my face. And the nerve under my left eye won't stop twitching. (J says this means that someone's talking bad about me, to which I have one thing to say: Every one of you, shut up and stop badmouthing/laughing at me. Hrmph.)
HRMPH.
28 hours to go. I think I'm not going to take Max either. At some point, it might be nice to stop being all cute and mature or something. Also... umm... don't think there's room for him.
I'll be on and off IM while at work, if you want to harrass. *so sad*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:28 AM ... ||
Woohoo! The first round of packing is done. (Shut up) Two more rounds to go -- one tomorrow night and one Friday morning. (Don't knock the method, dude.) Must remember it's only for 10 days and do not need a month's worth of clothing. Must also think HOT and not FREEZING. *puts away winter coat* Hey, always good to be prepared for that freak snowstorm, I say.
The magic number at this very second is 36.
Have I mentioned how much I hate planes? Due to an old ear infection that's still haunting me many years later? Well, I do. By the time I regain my hearing after we get there, it'll be time to come back home. Bleh.
Hmm. I'm wired right now. Should probably sleep, seeing how I still have work in a few hours. Ha! Like I'll be able to concentrate on that at all. So you know what that means: Feel free to bug me at work since I'll probably be sneaking online for the entire day. (I love having my desk in the lab... alone.)
Oooh, and I made two decisions today! Yay me! 1. Harold is staying. If even the tiniest thing happened to him, like on microscopic scratch levels? I'll be very upset and very sad. Not a good thing to be worrying about every minute of the trip. *hugs Harold* 2. Max is coming with, per Trix's instructions. He hasn't gotten nearly enough love lately, and it's about time... even if I have to cram him into my carry-on and hide him from my saner... well, everyone. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:06 AM ... ||
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
I don't like that feeling when your head stops tingling and you come down from that nice tipsy high. Bleh. My buzz is wearing off... which is probably a good thing since I only had like one martini tonight. Lame! Well... technically four since we each got our own shakers and got to refill ourselves, but since it was the same martini each refill, I'm only counting it as one drink. *nods wisely* Also probably didn't help that I was starving and the drinks came wayyyyy before any of the food. Oops.
So tonight was the get-together with N. I'd say it was just a typical night out on the town for the Pooh, but who are we kidding? The Pooh doesn't go out every night, and when she does actually get her ass out the door, things happen. It started about an hour before the end of work. The weather changed from sunny and hot to thunderstorms in a span of five minutes. Crazy. We had two power outages, one right after the other, and that pretty much sent us on our way to meet up with N. Not raining when we got in the car to get there. Not raining when we parked. Not raining when we met up with N at the designated rendezvous point. Drizzling when we started the trek to the martini bar/restaurant. Jen had a jacket so she let us borrow her umbrella. N, apparently, has never shared an umbrella before because she was stingy with the concept of "holding it over the both of us." I have no problems with getting wet, thought "you know what? fuck it," and decided to forgo the umbrella sharing. To which Mother Nature replied, "you know what? fuck it." And it immediately went from Raining to POURING. Because I was wearing a red button-down (nothing potentially embarrassing, thank god), it came down to either being drenched (which I was already) or being miserable (frustrating trying to share an umbrella with someone who doesn't know how to). Jen called during the walk, and as I described to her our fabulous rainy walk to the restaurant, I made the absolutely fantastic remark that "the water is wet." And then WetMe was snarked on for the rest of the trek. Oh yeah. The Pooh provides nothing but intelligent, scintillating conversation. Ugh.
By the time we got to the bar, I was dripping and everyone else was pretty much dry. Blech to them. And dammit, the stupid place didn't have one of those hand dryer blower whatchamacallits, which meant WetSplotchyColdPooh had to go back past the packed bar to get to our table. There's nothing like having a bunch of middle-aged men stare at you as you walk by them in a very wet shirt. Ick. Then we found out that the menu was rather... pricey... to which we immediately thought "corporate card!" and "business dinner!" lmfao. Dude, we did discuss business. Really, we did. For example, I found out that my old work crush (the Scot with the accent) is an anal workaholic. Blech. Sooo not a work crush anymore.
Gotta love girl friends, though. When I mentioned I had to skip dessert because I've started (again) on my diet, Jen stared at me and declared that I didn't need to diet or exercise because I was perfect just as I am. Heh. A bit delusional that girl. But still... made me feel pretty damn good. lol Well... pretty good until the next time I have to go buy clothes. Meh.
Ugh. Still have to do the preliminary packing. And gah, I'm so thirsty right now... and just a bit sore/stiff from being wet and cold.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:55 PM ... ||
Rowr.
I just got some tongue from my supplier's nephew.
Sigh. That's the last tongue I'll get before going to HK.
I'm going to miss all that tongue...
|| posted by Pooh at 12:31 PM ... ||
*shuts off brain*
Will not think about it.
Think about what?
*inhale*
*exhale*
See? Less stress. Already working.
La la la la la.
But just in case YOU ALL are thinking about it ('cuz I'M not, nope), I may not be around tomorrow night so get your "gotta screw with Pooh one last time before she leaves" ya-yas out tonight... after I get back from drinks with the work people. Gotta start packing tonight, too, so y'all get the added bonus of messing with a StressedOutTipsyPooh. And really, what more could you ask for? :P
*******
Argh! I can't believe I'm going to miss next week's 24! Especially after that HFS of a preview. Damn.
*******
Two more days. 52 more hours until... Hmm... until what? No clue. CUZ I'M NOT THINKING ABOUT IT. *nods*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:32 AM ... ||
Couple of things:
1. 24? Best. Show. EVER! Even the previews are like little mini-Best.Episodes.Ever. Jack is soooooooooooo evil. And Jack/Tony is HOT. *nods*
2. What's this I hear about hear about Alias and its new cutie-wootie hottie genius writer? Rowr.
3. Shit shit shit shit shit. In exactly 63 hours, the Poohster will be on the plane. So.... you better believe I'm getting drunk off my ass later tonight when we meet N for her farewell drinks.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:05 AM ... ||
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
One upside to going out of the country:
Not having to hear that ice cream truck come around the apartment every.single.day. If I have to listen to Fur Elise on loop one.more.time... *pulls hair*
Oooh! Pooh's NewsBoyfriend is on Jeopardy right now! Umm... That would be Anderson and not Peter. And he's kicking ass, as Pooh expected, because Pooh lurves her men SMRT and stuff. Oh, and snarky. Rowr! He just got an easy question wrong and called himself an idiot, then d'oh'ed himself. Pooh lurves her NewsBoyfriend. Hee!
|| posted by Pooh at 7:05 PM ... ||
Skip to the end unless you want to read all about Women, Self-Esteem, and Clothes Shopping.
There's something awful about shopping for clothes that can really fuck with someone's (mine) concept of self-image. The day started off pretty good, except for the Heat... and the godawful Humidity. Oh, yeah, and also with Pooh not having an A/C in her room. Blech. And, I left the apartment feeling pretty good, having decided I didn't look too horrible, and really, that's all I ask for. Until I got to the mall and started trying on clothes. I'm shopping for... um... three?... trips in mind, with the most stressful one happening in... two? three? I don't want to think about it? days. You know, there must be something about the lighting in fitting rooms that make a person want to cringe and cry. 'Cuz I went from "ehh, not too bad" to "ugh, why am I so short?" and "stupid body is all out of proportion" and "why are all the clothes made for tall skinny people?" to "holy crap! why's there flab in weird places that weren't there this morning" and finally, "fukkit, I don't feel like buying anything today."
So now I'm home, sitting in the fading afternoon light (much better, more forgiving), and thinking about starting up my pilates tapes again. Ermm... just as soon as I finish this bananaberry smoothie.... Hee.
I got a new toy -- an air adapter for Harold. But stupid me didn't find out it wasn't compatible until I got home. No biggie, because that just means I'm ordering a definitely compatible one online. And since I STILL can't decide whether to bring Harold or not, I'm going to base that final decision on my own game of risk. If the adapter gets here before we leave on Friday, Harold's going.... unless I decide not to take him. Dammit! *kicks self* Hmm... should I take Max?
AND DAMMIT, TRIX! Silly bitca put the idea in my head of trying to go to that Disney California Adventure/ABC Preview thing this year, if there is one. We GOTS to go! We NEEDS to give fangirl support to MV. Um, that's THE MV. The better, hotter MV. The NotAVaughn MV. *smaps Trix*
|| posted by Pooh at 4:49 PM ... ||
Gaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!
Right. Back to bed then.
ETA:
Nevermind. Neighbors just turned on their GhettoMasterBlasterBoomBox z6000 (with SuperSonicBass). If only there was a way to tune out the music, the acoustic vibrations could probably lull me back to sleep. Dammit.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:27 AM ... ||
Monday, May 10, 2004
Sisters are a funny thing. As much as we hate one other, we can't get over the fact that we actually do like each other. I think. The huge "getting pissed off at each other" debacle between the Pooh and Thing 2 last night resulted in Pooh blocking Thing2's AIM screenname and every other new name she tried to use. And then today was an AIM cage match with Thing1 acting as the intermediary and getting rather annoyed about it. For all the times Thing1 yelled at me to unblock Thing2, the Pooh would unblock and Thing2 would bitch and yell obscenities at Pooh over AIM. Which would result in Pooh blocking Thing2 again. And then the whole cycle would repeat, interruped occasionally by Thing2 tying up Pooh's cell phone line. (I swear I'm not really 5. Honest!) Then when I finally did unblock her, and picked up her call, it ended in the two of us giggling and laughing like freaking idiots with Thing2 swearing to find a Husband for me next week and threatening to tell the PoohDad to get some guys lined up for inspection.
I'm soooooooo scared. *quivers* Oh, shit, actually, I am. Just a little bit. She can be pretty scary when she gets an Idea into her head. Bitch.
la la la... am not thinking about Friday... la la la
Oh, yeah. And a completely random thing: I'm thinking about taking up belly dancing. What do you think? lmao
|| posted by Pooh at 8:49 PM ... ||
I'm putting my foot down. NO iPod mini! *nods firmly* That's right. Pooh's making a decision to not splurge on a new toy. She'd rather spend that $250 in Vegas or somewhere else. *nods again* Pooh is very proud of herself for making this decision. But... that just means she's going to spend about half that amount getting one of those power cords that let you use your lappie on the plane. Hee. I mean, shhhh. Still haven't decided on Harold's travel status yet, but you know, always better to be prepared. *nod nod nod*
Ugh. The past couple of days, there's been nothing but news about the crappy airport security at Newark. Sheesh. Not something I want to hear right now, ya know.
So who am I kidding? It's not like I was going to listen to music for the entire 16 hour flight. I'm hoping to sleep for about half of it. (Shut up, it could happen!) Other than that... anyone got any good book recommendations?
ETA:
Craaaap. Just saw Vilandra's comment. Now I want an iPod again. Daaammmit! *kicks everyone in the shins just for fun*
|| posted by Pooh at 5:55 PM ... ||
Today is a terrible day. Terrible!
First, there's only 4 more days before the trip. *stress stress stress* *deep breathing exercises*
Second, don't ask me why... or how... or wtf. I just sprayed half my face, my neck, and my right shirtcollar with Lysol. Don't ask. Seriously.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:58 AM ... ||
Sunday, May 09, 2004
First things first..... WHAT in SexyVaughn's name happened to the Blogger interface?! *bangs head* Why did they try to be all cool and hip and stuff? I'm too old to learn new things, dammit. Okay... I'm starting to get the hang of it a little bit, but still... people should ask me before they do stuff like this. Hmph.
Oh. So the itch to splurge on a new toy? Hee. I mean... ThankGodItDidn'tHappen. Okay, I came like thisclose to spending that money on an iPod mini. Had to pick up Thing1 at the bus stop, which just so happened to be by the CompUSA. You know, the one that said they still had some blue iPod minis in stock? Pffft. I soooo did not set it up that way, either. So the sis comes into the store with me.
The bad news: They were out of iPod minis. But dammit! Online said they still had some! And I did whine to the guy. Shuddup. I'm 5, so I'm allowed.
The good news: I did get some batteries. Ermm... for you know, stuff. :P lmfao
The dangerous news: Sis said I should have told her earlier I wanted an iPod mini because she would have stopped by the Apple store in the city and picked one up for me. Dude. The whole point of trying to get it from the stores around here is that I KNOW they're always out of stock, and therefore, the splurge itch is averted. But DAMN. When you tempt me like THAT... And then she says that I NEED it, because there's no way my tiny iRiver is going to keep me happy for 16 hours. (Oh, yeah, did I mention it's actually a 16 hour flight? Someone left off the 45 extra minutes when they told me it was only 15 hours. Guess they thought I couldn't handle the truth...) Luckily, she doesn't have time to go to the store now. But... since I'm not working on Tuesday... and there's really no reason why I can't go into the city myself... *whistles innocently* 'Course, if Harold comes along, then there would be no point. Umm... right?
|| posted by Pooh at 9:11 PM ... ||
Happy Mom's Day! Errmm... to all you Moms out there...
PoohMommy is going crazy in her little "garden" with her prezzie. Sometimes I wish I inherited her green thumb. Looks kinda fun. Except for, you know... the dirt, and the work, and the mad allergies.
*******
Five more days.
Hmm. Is it really only FIVE more days?
I think I'm starting to go juuuuust a bit crazy now. And no taking bets as to when I'll break down from the stress and start crying. *evil glare* I have no time to pack. I have no clothes to pack. I still don't know if I'm taking Harold. I have a million things on my mind. And worst of all, right now it's looking like I only get to be with you guys until Wednesday night even though we leave Friday afternoon. ONLY Wednesday!! *sobs* (That doesn't count as the mental breakdown cry.) That's because Pooh has to work all Thursday and will probably need to go home to pack. PoohCousin is coming in on Wednesday night and will be taking over the guest room, where the computer is located. The Poohrents do not have wifi so Harold will be useless. *sobs some more*
Hmm... get the Poohrents a router with wifi, or buy a supa long ethernet cable? Or start practicing being without you guys? Which I kinda got to do last night since I fell asleep at 11. Ugh. What is it about the PoohHouse that turns me into either a sleep addict or a narcoleptic? Thank goodness I'm going back to the PoohApt, which without fail, turns me into an insomniac. Woohoo.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:18 AM ... ||
Saturday, May 08, 2004
More Random Things (where Pooh was too lazy to edit last post just to add them):
~ Breakfast with the Poohrents. Mom asked about boyfriends. (haha... Pooh whipped out all the pics of the Kief... not) It's her weekend, so you know, wasn't about to smap the Mom at the restaurant. Mom basically said she'll take anyone, then asked Dad if he agreed. Dad only smiled and nodded. Pooh resisted urge to roll eyes and calmly noted that IT'S ONLY BECAUSE THEY'RE GETTING DESPERATE. Mom denied it, but Dad kept smiling. Sheesh. So Pooh asked if "anyone" included purple people eaters. Apparently... not. So I guess the Poohrents aren't THAT desperate yet.
~ Did a lot of text messaging today due to extreme boredom when not correcting strangers of the Pooh's Not-a-Mother status. For those of you who remember Tuesday's funk o' depression that not even the Kief or Tony could cure, J and I have decided that it was directly linked to that long ass BigMeeting, and not, as Some People might have suggested, due to other things. It turned out that J was also snappy and pissy that evening, too. So hmph. See? I told you People I was getting over it. Although I think J would be inclined to agree with you Stinky People. Bleh. Also, Jen texted from L.A. Bitca. I love my mommy, which is why I am spending this weekend with her and not on vaca with Jen (who is a bitca for rubbing it in). Hrmph.
~ Am making list of things to get for HK trip. Am considering getting an iPod mini. (Shush!) Come on! It's a 15 hour flight! I'm going to need more than a measly 256MB of music to keep me going! Was only really thinking about splurging for s&g's since they're out of stock pretty much everywhere, but daaaaaamn. Just checked online and my CompUSA still has a "limited quantity" of the blue minis. Not sure what color I want, but duuuuuuuuuuuude. That's like an outward challenge to the Pooh. It's just screaming "coooome get meeeeee! you knooooow youuuu waaaaant toooo!" And guess who just got both her State and Federal refunds yesterday. Squeee!
Bleh. Right. Must.Concentrate.And.Focus. Refunds should be going towards L.A. and Vegas vacas, and not on more toys. *sighness*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:27 PM ... ||
Pre-Mother's Day Odds 'n Ends From a Retail Sales POV:
~ Saturday before Mom's Day means Pooh's gotta help out the Mom. Not so surprisingly, neither Thing 1 or Thing 2 showed up. Thing 1, understandably, pleaded out of her obligatory servitude by claiming a final exam on Monday that she needed to cram for. (A call later in the day did indeed prove that she was immersed in books in some godforsaken corner of the library. Good girl.) Thing 2 said she'd show up "in the afternoon" and we didn't hear from her all day until a call around 6 PM found her sitting in some skanky swanky Upper West Side restaurant having dinner. "Oh... yeah... I guess I couldn't make it.... But I tried! ... Umm... kinda." (Bitch.)
~ Big shock. The Pooh did not get grouchy with anyone. Either Pooh was in a good mood today (that's over 12 hours of HappyPooh), or people weren't being as stupid as they normally are. I hope it's the latter, but I'm pretty sure it's the former, 'cuz sometimes I scare myself more than other people are able to scare me. 12 hours straight of HappyPooh? Pretty damn scary.
~ People who wait until the last minute to buy things? Are stinky. People who wait until the last minute to buy something, then act all high and mighty and freaking picky over the leftover selections? Pretty damn stinky. People who wait until the last minute to buy something, act all high and mighty and picky over whatever inventory is left over, AND desperately need a freaky-deaky-weirdass colored something? Dumbasses. I'm just saying. That's why god invented online shopping, people.
~ Working pre-Mom's Day means the Pooh always gets to deal with this particularly pleasant occurrence:
Pooh: Thank you and have a Happy Mother's Day. (a hit or miss thing with the mom-like customers)
Customer: Oh! Thank you. And the same to you. (two second pause while Pooh just smiles politely) I meant... do you have kids?
Pooh: Uhh... no. (still smiling brightly)
Customer: Oh, well, then maybe next time.
D'oh!
And of course, my most favoritest exchange happened with the very first customer I had to deal with this morning. It was awkward and painful, which means y'all are getting it pretty much word for word (which can be done due to Pooh's freakish capacity to remember tiny trivial things).
Pooh: Thank you. Have a good Mother's Day.
Lady: (all happy and stuff) Thank you! And the same to you! Happy Mother's Day!
Pooh: (hesitates just a second, grimaces inwardly) Thank you.
Lady: Oh, are you a mother? I didn't mean to assume...
Pooh: No, I'm not, but it's ok.
Lady: I wasn't going to say anything because you don't have a ring, but I didn't know for sure.
Pooh: (looks at poor ringless fingers, mentally sobs while outwardly smiling sweetly) Nope. No rings.
Lady: Well, you're still young. It'll happen to you soon enough.
Pooh: (nervous laughing) Um... thank you for saying so.
Lady: It's inevitable. Every woman will become a mother. It'll happen for you eventually. Don't worry about it.
Pooh: Okay. (desperately trying to get away without seeming rude)
Lady: And when it does, your child will give you the greatest joy and happiness.
Pooh: (polite smile permanently frozen to face, while mentally grinding teeth) Um... yeah... well... okay.... something to look forward to.
And then the crazy lady left.
Dude. It took so much willpower to not run away or roll my eyes. She was a sweet old lady, but COME ON! Did I really have to deal with that at 9:30 AM on a Saturday morning????
Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't mind having kids... one day. One day that's not in the next few years, that is... or the next few years after that. I mean, kids can be so cute and adorable and vomit-inducing and hilarious. They crack my shit up. So yeah, I kinda love kids, but... I love them even more when 1) their parents take them away once they start crying, 2) their parents take them away when they start acting like spoiled brats, and 3) they go home to their parents at the end of the day. But other than that... luv 'em. And yeah... so didn't need a stranger reassuring me that "one day it'll happen for me."
Oh, but wait! I do have kids. Kinda. Hmm... maybe I should have told her all about the Poohbear and Eeyore and Squidferd and Max and... umm... yeaaahhh... that's all.... no one else.... nope...
|| posted by Pooh at 9:54 PM ... ||
Friday, May 07, 2004
I've become one of those girls I snark on. You know, the one who can't stop playing with her hair? See... I was considering getting my hair cut, but now I don't wanna. It's too fun!
Umm... yeah... Today was better than good hair day -- it was bouncy hair day. LOL.
So, ya know, the Pooh had to bounce, too. It's the rules. *nods*
No one was at work. Everyone was either playing hookey or at the Big Meeting. So... we were in the lab, just kinda bouncing around, dancing, acting stupid and goofy. Heh. Good thing about bouncy hair? Falls right back into place. Hee! *bouncy bouncy*
OH GOD.
Sometimes I can be such a girl.
Shuddup.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:45 PM ... ||
Cruel and unusual. That's what it is. And right now, not as funny as Nature probably intended it to be. But then, she's got a pretty nasty sense of humor - kinda like the Pooh - so maybe it really is that funny.
But it wasn't so much of the funny when all the thunder and lightning cracks sounded like they were happening right inside my room. And it wasn't so much so when all the rain and stuff disturbed me from my dream (a really, really good dream, too! ... erm, I think). And it definitely wasn't funny when I started contemplating not to go to work today since I was planning on leaving by lunchtime anyway, only to remember that I had to stop by because it's N's last day of work, and then as I started dragging my ass out of bed... turned my head and groggily realized that it was only freaking 4 AM. And, of course, by the time I did actually get out of bed, the sun was out and stupid birds were chirping. If it had still been doing the crazy ass scary weather thing, I would have just "ehh"ed and rolled over in bed.
Close. So damn close.
Then, for some reason, it only took me 20 minutes to get to work. So even though I left a good twenty minutes late, I still managed to get here way before I normally do. Cruel. *smaps Nature, Murphy, and whoever else wants some of that*
*******
Stress: A mentally or emotionally disruptive or upsetting condition occurring in response to adverse external influences and capable of affecting physical health, usually characterized by increased heart rate, a rise in blood pressure, muscular tension, irritability, and depression.
Seven days. SEVEN DAYS! I'm starting to stress. (Yeah, I know. I'm surprised it took me this long to start, and it's only going to get even WORSE.) I realized last night that I have absolutely nothing to pack. I've got jeans; I've got work clothes; and I have no time to shop. (Friday. We're leaving next Friday. *hyperventilates*) What does one wear on a HK/China vacation? Sheesh. This is why I stay home - so much easier to lounge around in boxers and a t-shirt.
I don't have my itinerary yet. The PoohDad's working on it still. Right now, it's looking like HK for 3 days and then 2 or 3 cities in China for the rest of the week. I'm already thinking of prezzies for everyone. (Oy. I can't believe I have to plan ahead even for that! I'm so anal. *sobs*)
If you'd like a postcard (I'll send one to you anyway if I have your addy -- surprise!), and you're not sure if I have your address, you can email it to me at new, more spacious, BIG email account. You'll have to replace the dots and the @s. Just trying every little thing to discourage those icky spammerbots. In fact, that'll be the PoohVacaEmail. It's pretty empty right now so feel free to fill it up with whatever crap you can think of. I will MOST DEFINITELY be checking email, even if it kills me... even if I have to break into someone's house to use their computer. (Still haven't decided on Harold yet. Sigh) To ask Pooh to abstain from the internet for a whole 10 days is the cruelest, nastiest, sickest punishment EVER. So of course, that's not going to happen. I want reports, people! I want spoilers on TV shows (24! WaT! CSI - but only if Krycek is on! And umm... I guess, Alias, too). I want updates from the EC Support Group! I want to hear about every little tiny thing that happens while I'm gone, because I'm a nosybody. Just do it, people.
I'll probably remind y'all in a few more days, because... oh yeah... I still have seven days. Pfffft. Plenty of time....
|| posted by Pooh at 9:28 AM ... ||
Evil. Evil. Evil. EVIL.
*squees with One*
I mean... Evil sucks, yo. Yup. *nods wisely*
Hmm... what else? Oh yeah. There was this Friends finale thing. I'd write something up, but everyone would know I'm full of crap... what with the ehh and the meh and the hate (or was it extreme indifference disguised as hate?) and stuff over that show (post S1). Heh. I will say one thing, though. It did give me an excuse to not watch the crapfest that is now CSI, and made excellent background noise while I played Text Twist.
Ugh. Why is evil so goddamn EVIL? lol
|| posted by Pooh at 1:15 AM ... ||
Thursday, May 06, 2004
*sticks fork in self*
I. Am. Done.
(And BEFORE 5 pm, too! I rock.)
|| posted by Pooh at 4:46 PM ... ||
Okie.... so I fibbed. I'm back online. Bleh, whatever. BUT I am doing research.
*nods*
Went out for lunch with Jen and J. (Hey,a girl's gotta eat. Preferably not cafeteria food.)
Stopped for ice cream. (Dude, dessert, the Pooh deserves it.)
Made a trip to the Marriott. (Had to drop off a monitor, etc.)
Cleaned out their candy dishes. (Um...)
Took a couple bottles of Coke and water. (Uhh...)
And now I'm back working on the reports and data crap.
Oh! Lunch was highly productive. There's a date set now. Third week of June. *pats self* So you know... tis' for real now... hence online research...
But really... I'm working on those bazillion graphs. I am! *looks around* Yes. I am.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:33 PM ... ||
The interesting thing about being an "amoeba" (aka intern, tm J) is that They give you a push and you helplessly float in the direction they send you in. You're also pretty much screwed if they decide they'd like to squish you for fun. For example, any questions as to whether I had to trek over to the Marriott to attend the Big Meeting were immediately answered as soon as I got to my desk. Didn't even get a second to check my email or de-stress from the crappy commute in. Nope. FlyersBoss was probably waiting for me to show up (early, I might add!) so he could pounce.
"Do this."
"Do that."
"Have everything done by today."
"If not by the end of the day, by tonight."
"If not by tonight, then don't sleep." (Ok, I'm joking about that one, but it sure sounded like that was part of the orders.)
*bangs head* I'm not saying he's being a meanie, because I get that he needs this stuff for his part of the Big Meeting tomorrow. But, I am saying that he could have given me a head's up earlier in the week instead of right now so I could have set up everything, etc. Or hell, even yesterday instead of sending me out on mall and electronic store runs to get things. And I'm not absolutely certain that he's not getting a bit of sadistic joy out of it... (because I would, if I were in his place). Also, if I have to hear about his stupid team one more time.... GRR. Hockey SUCKS, dammit. Hmph.
Ugh. So today's non-stop report writing (thank god I'm a speed demon typist) and data manipulation (tedious tedious work, bleh). And it's freezing in this stupid lab. My fingers are all frozen! *moan groan bitch whine* I AM being a good girl, though. This is the first time I've gone on the internet since 8:30 this morning. Hmm. That's like three hours. Pretty damn good, if I may say so myself. *sigh* Back to.... Ooooh! Lunch time!
P.S. DAMMIT! *drills hole in head* Stooooooopid song is STILL stuck in my head! I thought I got rid of it, but just five seconds ago, the damn thing just *popped* right back in. Argh.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:43 AM ... ||
Day 3 of the week-long, all-day meetings.
Go? Not go? The life of an "amoeba" is so confusing.
Oh, well. There's always more reports to write, tests to run, and slacking off doing research online.
*kicks bastard server*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:47 AM ... ||
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Crap.
I just spent the past two hours playing Text Twist and Zuma. What the frell.
*bangs head on desk*
I should be... sleeping... or something productive. Blech.
ETA:
Winamp seriously needs to be smacked. What are the odds that, for two days in a row, its evil shuffle managed to hit nothing but sappy song after sappy song after kickaaa... nope... another sappy song....? Grr.
Ugh. 8 days. Just one more day before it's only a week to go. I don't know about you guys, but I'm staring to miss me being here already. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 11:35 PM ... ||
YAY for my good luck charm!!
Because I dawdled after work today, there was barely any traffic on the way home. At the same time yesterday, I had to sit in traffic for an extra twenty minutes. But today? Pffft. Weeeeee! My good luck charm rules.
And just because it was running through my head on the short drive home:
Looking for a reason
Roaming through the night to find
My place in this world
My place in this world
Lmfao. *kick kick kick*
And also, because I just remembered the other song:
Chorus:
I will be here for you
Somewhere in the night
Somewhere in the night
I'll shine a light for you
Somewhere in the night
I'll be standing by
I will be here for you
*makes icky face at lyrics* It's just so DAMN... sappy. *hangs head in shame*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:51 PM ... ||
When I got to work (early) today, I still felt some of that residual funk from last night.
But then we decided not to go to the Meeting, because we had other things to do. Like work on reports. Like order some tongue. Like play a million games of Text Twist and Hexic. Like find some really good cookie cutters to use on the tongues. Like trying to find a new cable for the projector.
Best part was the last two items meant we had to go to the mall. Oh, yes, we did. Cuz you know, Radio Shack and all... Dude. The mall is pretty much five minutes from here, and it's HUGE. J and I went a bit crazy. Well, just a tiny bit because we could only spare an hour. Radio Shack didn't have the cable we were looking for, but umm... we did manage to snag some nice cookie cutters at Williams-Sonoma. Heh. They did say get "niiiice cookie cutters." Just saying.
J got to do some personal shopping. She's baaaad. Pooh was a good girl. She didn't waste company time at the mall. *nods* Okay, fine, I was browsing for vaca clothes, but the point is, I didn't buy anything. Hmph. *pats self*
|| posted by Pooh at 12:37 PM ... ||
The eye twitch is back. It's very disturbing. I blame Evilness everywhere.
*ducks head*
Noooooooooo! Quit staring, dammit.
*sobs*
ETA:
Day 2 of 8 AM to 8 PM. Hopefully, I'll get out of it. *crosses fingers* *crosses toes* Hmm... okay, can't really do that last one. *crosses eyes*
|| posted by Pooh at 6:59 AM ... ||
YAY! We're back!
And I'm feeling a bit better. Although... *kicks the crap out of Winamp and its evil evil shuffle* Why did it hit every stoopid, sappy, mushy, song today? WHY!!!
|| posted by Pooh at 12:41 AM ... ||
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
*kicks server*
The regular site is down. The stupid hosting company is down. Support isn't answering my emails. And I'm dying here without the bloggage.
So I'm posting here (@poopypooh.blogspot.com) for now until that gets fixed, even without the graphics. Umm... who knows if any of you will find me back here again. Oh well. Cross your fingers that this is VERY temporary. *SIGH*
I'm in a mood today, too, and this isn't helping at all. :( :( :( :(
|| posted by Pooh at 9:39 PM ... ||
*does stoopid loopy dance*
Know what meetings should always have? Alcohol. No, seriously. Just think how much more enjoyable they would be. More people would actually want to go. No, wait... no, they still wouldn't...
So how was my all day, all week meeting so far? Dull. Boring. Exhausting. Tiring. Boring. Boring. Boring. So boring, it made me look deep into myself and maybe even consider "suicide? maybe not so bad. hey, it's always an option, right?"
Here's how all those aggravating tiny things started to build up to a very miserable Pooh:
~ Woke up way too early on a regular day off.
~ Ended up getting stuck in traffic. Slow cars and trucks should be banned on one-lane streets until after rush hour, dammit!
~ Got to work 20 minutes later than I wanted.
~ Got call reminding me to bring the projector. Got call telling me to find a new projector because our projector-lappie cable is wonky and the new one I ordered didn't arrive yet. Had to beg and plead to borrow another department's projector. Could only get guaranteed use for today. Not a problem, right? Since our new cable got shipped yesterday and should be here SOON. (See further down.)
~ Got to meeting at the Marriott, had to sit on other side of u-table from J so that was boring, too. Everything they presented was stuff we'd gone through over and over and over and over and over again at our weekly tech meetings. Also, since I've been using the stupid current product for over a year now, it was BORING. But I understand why they needed to go over everything again for all the vendors who didn't know what was what.
~ Our demo was supposed to take place in the morning, but since we needed to wait for our med affairs person to arrive to do it, and she got stuck in traffic, her session got pushed back to the "afternoon." Which SUCKED because J and I were allowed to leave right after the demo. I could have been out before lunch, dammit!!!
~ Because we were stuck at the meeting through lunch, we couldn't go to N's farewell lunch. (Her farewell anythings is another bitch for another post.)
~ Lunch at the Marriott was good. The almond torte was yummy, and the hazelnut whipped cream was to die for. (J pointed out that I have a "thing" for whipped cream, which, for the record, is soooooooooooo not true. It's... not.) The panini sammiches were ehhh.
~ More boring presentations about stuff we've heard before.
~ Viewed training videos of our competitive products, along with one for our current device. All videos had "money shots" in them. *makes face* You didn't have to be a woman to end up sitting there with your legs crossed tight tight tight. I was squirming all over the place, but some of that had to do with the extreme boredom since I've used our product and one of the competitive products for over a freaking year already and the training vids were dumbed down significantly. And seriously... these aren't really difficult products to use. *sigh*
~ Coffee did not help.
~ CrotchetyBob was Mr. Tangent during the entire thing. SHUT UP, BOB!!!!!!! *kicks Bob*
~ Finally med affairs lady arrived. We did the demo. Her session went over an extra half an hour. We finally got to get out of there. YAY!
Thanks to Jenai for sending me messages because it gave me something to do during our five minute breaks. J kept sending me messages, too, but since I was sitting between two people from outside vendors, it wasn't exactly professional of me to check txt messages during all the presentations. Blech.
Got back to work to find our new cable. Only it wasn't the right cable! Dammit. Ended up calling the salespeople and the guy was very helpful. Eddie. Eddie's cool people. Even he couldn't find the right cable in their system. Eddie was very patient and called me back when he found what we needed, and even tried to place the order so we could get the cable ASAP. But then there was a problem with our credit card, which is very odd. Eddie offered to call up their credit people to find out what the issue was. And then I found a new card, which also didn't go through, which is even odder. Eddie thought it was all very strange, too. Eddie was getting very frustrated and apologetic, even though Pooh didn't think anything of it. And because of Pooh's feminine wiles (shut up, let's just call it that. *bats eyelashes*), Eddie told Pooh not to bother returning the wrong cable and said he'd send me the correct cable for free. Eddie was nice. Edie was very nice. Eddie even sounded kinda hot, now that I think about it. But Eddie is in California. Grrr! And he probably looks nothing like TheKief. *sobs* (Heh.)
So now we might not get our new cable until Thursday, but you know what? Fuck it. They can learn to use the old cable until then and learn to love its quirky wonkiness. Pfffft!
Oh man... Jen just came back from the meeting. She just decided to leave. Apparently, they're still stuck at the 2pm session presentation and it's almost 5 pm now. And CrotchetyBob is still Mr. FuckingTangent. Thank God I'm just an intern and didn't need to stay. Phew.
Oooh, speaking of Jen... she said if we ever decide to go to L.A. in June, her friend has an apartment in Pasadena that he won't be using the entire month. Sheesh. So now there's a place to stay! But you know, there's always something to be said about staying in a hotel. For one thing, Kief and Pooh can have dirty hotel sex. Can't do THAT in a real apartment. lmfao. (Ok. Definitely need to either take a nap or lay off the watered-down caffeine. I think I'll opt for... liquor! Yay for third options.)
|| posted by Pooh at 4:30 PM ... ||
It's 6:15 AM. I'm up. Admit it: you're all jealous. AREN'T YOU? *kicks all sleeping friends*
Lately, I've decided to not bother with the hair just to get five extra minutes of sleep in. But five extra minutes isn't enough!
So sometimes I give up breakfast just to get an extra 10-15 minutes of sleep. But 10-15 minutes? Pffft. Not enough!
I swear, one of these days, I'm going to end up not bothering to get dressed just to get another extra 10 minutes of sleep. That wouldn't be too... odd... would it? Showing up at work nekkid? Forget Casual Fridays. How about PJ Mondays? And Tuesdays. And Wednesdays. And... hmm... must. look. into. work-at-home. jobs.
*kicks sleeping friends again* *hard*
|| posted by Pooh at 6:20 AM ... ||
Monday, May 03, 2004
So I made a resolution of sorts last night before bed. The Pooh was going to start exercising. And no more being half-assed about it, either. Yup. I was going to do those damn pilates tapes if it killed me. Then I was going to take a half hour to an hour long walk every day at either lunch or after work. And maybe even run! And I was even considering getting my hands on some small weights!
But then... I had pain today. And it was raining all day. ALL DAY, dammit. So, you know... Besides, resolutions were meant to be broken, weren't they? *innocent smile*
Tomorrow is the start of the big week-long project kick-off meeting -- the one we're allowed to have now that we're no longer "just screwing around" research-wise and actually got the go-ahead to try to bring this new device to market. Everyone's been asked (ordered?) to be there for the first day, which means Pooh has to go in on her day off. *sobs* 8 AM to 8 PM!! *sobs some more* Basically it's going to be the entire project team meeting with all the outside vendors who will be helping us get everything ready by our deadline. It's going to be boring. And boring. And, oh yeah, BORING. Technical session after technical session after technical session. J and I were asked to pack up all our equipment because we might be giving a demo on our old/current device. But that's only going to take 15 minutes tops, and then it'll be back to boring technical presentations after boring technical presentations after boring technical presentations, etc.
I'm going to need to add some more games to the cell phone so I can sit in the back and keep myself entertained, I mean, pay attention to all the really important technical stuff. Yeah, that's it. Feel free to text and rub it in. I haven't been able to get my AIM to work on the stupid phone in ages. Blech. And then afterwards, we're all being "asked" to go to the full team dinner. Yay! for good free food. Boo! to being forced to mingle with a whole bunch of people you don't really want to spend any more time with than necessary. Oh wait... must remember: good networking opportunity since the Poohster is looking for a real job and stuff. *sighness*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:06 PM ... ||
You know what's great for a bad back? A two hour lunch with a good friend. Outside of work. And getting a yummy after lunch cappucino. With a splash of delicious liquor in it.
I'm just saying. Yum.
But damn. You know what can make the back twinge again? Friend Jen mentioning at the end of lunch that she's going to L.A. this freaking weekend to hang with some friends and "you should totally come... yeah? yeah? come!!!" And apparently, "Mother's Day weekend? Pfft. Your mom would totally understand." lmfao. She's a fucking hoot.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:13 PM ... ||
La la la...
If you see me online, it's not necessarily because I'm slacking off at work. It's because I'm... umm... doing research. Mmmhmm.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:23 AM ... ||
Stoopid back pain. From something I did on Saturday and then made worse by whatever I did yesteday. *grits teeth*
It's making me feel incredibly old and extremely antsy. Can't sit still. Granted, I can't sit still under normal conditions either. (Why's that, do you think?) But the pain is making me even more squirmy than usual. Bleh.
No one's here. Not even J, who usually keeps me company and keeps me entertained. So instead, I'm squirming and hurting and staring at boring Excel files. *sobs* If I lie down under the desk, think anyone would notice?
Bleh. Off to find some loopy drugs or maybe get loaded on caffeine....
|| posted by Pooh at 10:01 AM ... ||
*groans*
*mentally rolls over in bed*
It went from 80-something this weekend to... freaking cold and rainy today. Happy Monday to me. I just wanna get back in bed and snuggle with the Eeyore. *sobs*
The only (*crosses fingers*) thing I have to look forward to is a relatively easy day today. Everyone will be down in Philly (*it's opposite day!*) and J and I get to play with graphs/reports... unsupervised. *evil cackle*
HK Countdown: 11 more days. And one of those days, I'll probably start feeling crazy excited.... or maybe just crazy.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:58 AM ... ||
Sunday, May 02, 2004
*blows hair out of face*
*takes deep breath*
Still trying to shake off the rust.... Ugh. It's finished, but it sucks. How long does it take to get rid of the rust anyway?
Alias 3.21: Legacy
Previously
~ Nadia proves she's Sydney's sister -- she's got the sad, mopey, teary-eyed look down.
~ The Passenger? Channeling Rambaldi? WTF?
~ NekkidVaughn and the ElectroVibratingMassagerofHoYay! Best. Scene. EVER!
~ Sloane injects Nadia with liquified green jello, known to induce inappropriate gasping.
Now
~ The Den of Fatherly Lurve Sloane's looking kinda hot. And the way he looks at Nadia? It's getting pretty close to how I feel about the Kief and Kim. *whistles innocently*
~ The Bangs Briefing It was all about SpySis and how she doesn't have the longass bangs that hang in her face and make Pooh wanna go over there with a barrette and take care of business.
~ Rambaldi Math Class First, Pooh loves pens and wants one just like Nadia's. It writes! It picks locks! It probably even slices and dices! Second, ewwww. It looks like advanced math!!! *gets out graphing calculator* Pooh loves math. (Shut up. I'm a NERD.) Third, it's a Rambaldi jigsaw puzzle! Pooh also lurves jigsaw puzzles. Fourth, Sloane in his all black outfit? Fucking hot. Add all four points together, and Pooh's calling this scene a shout-out. Yeah, I tend to do that every once in awhile. Get used to it. My ego knows no bounds.
~ The Bangs Briefing, Part 2 Sheesh. Didn't Dixon have a kickass episode in 3.16? Now he's a lazy BUM. He doesn't even pace anymore when he yammers on. He just sits there.
~ The Sloane Hideaway of Father/Daughter Bonding Back when Pooh was just a LittlePooh, kids used to color-code everything -- red M&Ms meant this, green Jell-o meant that. I can't remember the specifics anymore, but didn't green have something to do with being horny? (Or maybe that was a different color.) 'Cuz the "Rambaldi juice" is green, and Sloane injecting Nadia with it... kinda hot. In that Kief/Kim incestuous way. Especially considering how fucking HOT Sloane is, and the way his gaze sorta lingers caressingly on Nadia, and... oh yeah, I totally took it there. Because the Pooh is pretty mentally fucked up, but you all know and love that about me, so whatever. :P To top it all off, Sloane zapped her, and apparently, on this show, it's not twu wuv unless it involves electro-stimulation (see Vaughn/Sark4Eva).
~ CIA Cagematch: Wrinklies vs. Bangs "Look, whatever Lauren did to me, I want you to know that I take full responsibility for everything's that happened. I messed up." Now, that's what every woman needs -- a guy you could fuck with and who'll still hold himself responsible for it. Heh. I'm joking!! Lauren's a crazy bitca, and she shouldn't be screwing with Vaughn like that. *pets Vaughn* Purrrty Vaughn, you don't need Sydney or Lauren.
~ Men in Black Another one of those wonderfully informative CIA briefings, where Pooh wonders if the CIA has a strict dress code where wearing colors is BAD. Dixon actually stands for this one. Jack sits, though, and doesn't really say much. Vaughn gets bossy, which could be hot, if it were in bed, but here? Not quite so much. *bangs head* I totally didn't say that thing about Vaughn. Evil PoohTwins screwing with this write-up. And also, just to make things absolutely clear, I meant the head above my neck. Erm... I'm going to stop now. Tis for the best, methinks.
~ Off to Find the Rambaldi Fluid ...and that just sounds dirty. Ermm... could someone tell Syd to stop HOPPING when she runs? It's starting to get a bit annoying. She's going to turn into the CIA SpyBunny (SpyRabbit?), and seeing how many guys she's gone through on this show... it won't be completely wrong. Back to the show... something with Marshall and computer hacking (again). And old clip showing BabyNadia drawing squiggly lines on a piece of paper. Lots of forehead furrowing from the Vaughnster (yum. I mean, *smack*). And Syd sticks her gun down her pants and shoots off her ass. No, wait... there I go rewriting the script again. *sigh* And ooooooh! It's IR! In slow-mo! This show sure loves its slow-mo shots, almost as much as it loves to start in the middle/end and flashback to the beginning.
~ Credits!!!! *does Dance of Joy* I'm getting better. That only took me two hours to get this far. Still crappy snark, but hey, it's a work in progress.
~ Russian Dressing 'Cuz that's what Kayta is, what with trying to be all the sex and stuff. But first, she shoots her own men, then tells Syd she's her mother's grandfather's child's daughter's sister, aka her aunt. And Vaughn, because he's just as shocked as Syd to hear this, accidentally puts on the FastFoodHat (tm Jenai) and doesn't understand why he's asking the gate guards if they want fries, too. (Mmm... Vaughn and fries... ACK! *smaps self*) Now back to the salad with the nekkidKayta on top... Katya: "I made love to a boy who looked just like you. (*insert Syd frantically taking detailed notes*) Is there any chance you could have forgotten?" Writer, breathing heavily while scripting: "Absolutely not." Katya: "Perhaps you would like to come to my birthday." Writer, losing it: "I'd like that." *slurp slurp* So hey, just out of curiosity... are soldiers supposed to talk like that to their superior officers? OT: We need to bring back RussianUniformSark, cuz Sark used to be hella hot back then. *sniffle*
~ More Father/Daughter Bondage "What you did yesterday. Destroying all the fluid like that. I want you to know I was not angry with you. I was proud of your courage." First, dirty. Second, this relationship is all sorts of fucked up. No wonder Pooh lurves it so! "I'd make myself filthy and would always frown." *coughdirtycough* Then Sloane makes with the evil eyefuck (Sark's not the only one who can do it). And SpySis makes with the weepySyd routine, before redeeming herself with a "If I had known I was waiting for you, I would have cleaned up."
~ The Safehouse of "D'oh!" Katya saw Lauren and Sark on a surveillance feed? More like: Sark is working with Katya and Irina. Just saying. Vaughn and Weiss have a lurvers' quarrel over the phone. Pooh lurves the EvilBadassBossyWhinyVaughn, but even she won't stand for the Vaughnster yelling at poor Weiss. *huggles Weiss* "But try to remember that I've risked my life, that I compromised my position with the SVR to save you from certain execution." Bwah. Haha. Ha. Ha. Oh. She meant the Russian Secret Service. And here I thought the writers were trying to snark... Heh.
~ Pooh Shout-Out #77 Gabriel Byrne and Keyzer Soze meet with Redfoot to exchange packages. Oh, wait... same location, different show. Well, since Singer is PoohFiance, I'm taking the use of this location as a Pooh shout-out. Try to stop me, dammit. Mmm... Sark in Jeans... "You have The Passenger. We now have The Fluid. What we are after is big enough for all of us to share." DIIIIIIIIIRRTY! "So what do you say? For old time's sake." I always knew Sark was Sloane's bitch.
~ Toxic The term "Rambaldi fluid" makes Pooh twitch because Pooh is five. The fluid has a stored memory? Eh? Huh? WTF? *digs out old bio and med text books*
~ Weeee! It's the crazy dentist!!!!!! *does Snoopy dance* Question: How does one go about trying to "procure Rambaldi fluid"? Cuz... aww, nevermind. *puts on maturity cap*
~ The Corridor of HoYay Poor destructive Vaughn. *gives him a big hug* Which is exactly what Jack wants to do to him.... among other things. "Your rage is seething under the surface." Now that's a come-on line, if I've ever heard one. Now that Vaughn's turned all dark and moody, and this scene proves that Jack is EVIL... Jack/Vaughn4Eva&Eva&Eva!!
Oh, thank god. Commercial break. Where Pooh lies down because her back is killing her and pretends that TheKief is giving her a delicious backrub for the next three minutes. Or, you know, I could always fast-forward through this crap because the sooner I finish this, the sooner I can go to KiefDreamLand.
~ The 'Ship of "NOOO!"/"WTF!" Pooh sobs. "I find you sexy, Jack. Deal with it." *gag, vomit, cries, cries some more* And I find this entire thing just slightly worse than squicky. Deal with that. *kicks writers*
~ No... Ayuda Pooh Okay, so I may have frelled up the grammar in that short little phrase, but whatever. Dude. Help me. Vaughn rising out of the ocean like that? Bwahahaha. Oh, wait... I'm supposed to lurve Vaughn in this post. Oooh... yummm... WetVaughn... Drool. Yeah, that's it. And um... when did Syd get boobs? *confused* ACK! It's my crazy dentist dude! Oh sheesh. What is it with these ugly, nasty looking syringes? And how come no one who uses one of them clears out the air pocket after filling it and before using it? First Sloane, now this guy. Wait a second... we're going to find Rambaldi? Huh? And when did the CrazyDentist get all wimpy like that? And when did Vaughn grow balls again? Oh, right... need to actually pay attention to this show... What.The.Fuck. No, Vaughn, NOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Damn, he's hot. Rowr. (You know, just because everyone else is hating on the Vaughn. Not because Pooh feels any real lust for the guy. Shutup. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.)
~ Ugh Vivica: Why, JJ? WHY??? *twitch twitch twitch kicks casting people* "Can't even get a lipstick in this place." Whatever, bitca. Look under the mattress. Maybe Irina left hers when she broke out of the joint.
~ The Plane of Oh-Oh Syd/Vaughn fight. Syd's an ass. Vaughn's a bigger ass. Best scene ever.
~ Poor Marshall One of the few times I'll ever feel truly bad for the Flinkman. No one deserves to be locked up in a cell with Vivica, even if it is just for work. Awww, little Mitchell! Marshall and his pics... cute.
~ The Helicopter of "STFU" Pilot initiates "whisper mode" which means Syd gets the cue to start yelling at Vaughn. Look, bitch. Let the man do his revenge thing and be done with it. Quit sucking the fun out of his life and mine, dammit. LMFAO. There's just something really hilarious about seeing Vaughn, Syd, and Toni dangling from the helicopter.
~ Back in 'The Counteragent' Ep... Oh, oops. Different ep. Same location? The CIA planned on using tranqs on the Russians, but Syd has no qualms shooting the hell out of the Japanese guards. Oh, oops. Did I just take it there? Oh, I guess I did. Neener neener. That's what you get for messing with my dentist. And I'm being serious, too. Pooh's dentist is also "Dr. Lee." Weee! Shout-out! (Good GOD, I need some kind of pain med for my back. *sobs*)
~What Just Happened? Oooh, Rambaldi Fluid comes in an easy access IV drip! Umm... where the fuck did those two color-coordinating goons come from? Lauren needs to STFU, and... Oh dear. Tell me Sark didn't just do that. LAME!!! Blah blah blah... action action action. Vaughn runs funny. Even I can admit that. He also shoots like he's playing with a pretend gun. Then he almost shoots Weiss, which would be very bad because Pooh lurves the Weiss, too. Vaughn brings the angsty, but Weiss brings the funny, and Pooh so loves her funny. Seriously, these two shoot-outs are pretty damn lame. Syd's hiding behind a stoopid chair with her big head pretty much sticking out, and those two goons, who are standing like a yard away, can't hit her? WTF? Vaughn and Toni have machine guns and are spraying bullets everywhere, yet they can't hit Sark or Lauren? And the BadassHummer now comes with an optional disposable handheld rocket launcher? Damn. No wonder those cars cost a fucking fortune. Blah blah blah... Sark's goon manages to catch Syd unarmed and at the end of the barrel of his gun, yet does nothing more than tell her to "freeze." Sheesh. Good help is so hard to find these days. Shoot first, ask questions later, dumbass. Especially when Syd is involved. Guy totally deserved to get shot in the back by Nadia, who is EVIL. I'm just guessing, only because most of the women on this show are... **cue slow-mo running across a field**
~ The Bangs Debriefing Dixon never leaves the CIA taskforce building, does he? He's just glued to that one spot, isn't he? Don't lie to me. I'm totally onto the writers. There's like three animatronic Dixons, aren't there? One that sits. One that stands. One that can actually walk, but is now broken and in the shop for repairs. And all his speeches are CGI'ed to make the robot's mouth move along with the words being phoned in. Right?
~ Crap There goes my Dixon theory blown to hell. No, wait... what's this? CounselorDixon? I forget... exactly what is Dixon's job again? Because shouldn't he be doing it, instead of trying to get Jack to talk about sob story? Yeah, everyone took Psych 101, and everyone's an amateur shrink. Whatever. Which is exactly Dixon's expression after Jack turns him down.
~ NOOOOOO! Okay, but I'm still going to snark it. "For the record, I can go through this alone... but my hand cramps up big time..." *whistles innocently* Dude. I had to. It's the only way I can keep from visualizing the "Jack making out with Dave Foley" snark that Steph (? SM? someone?) did awhile back. *shudder*
~ Jack's Shack o' Toys Vaughn looks around in awe at Jack's toys. He touches a couple. And... noooooooooooooo!!! NO, VAUGHN! Not the really big, really long, really phallic looking one! *sobs, because Vaughn is obviously trying to compensate for... um... something or other... and Pooh is just heartbroken and disappointed* Um... yeah.
Ouch. I still hurt. But I can honestly say it's not from the show. It was a good ep. I didn't have as much fun with it as I did with last week's, but eh... the Poohsnark is still subpar, so whatever. It evens out. lol. And the previews...!! Damnit! I'm going to miss the finale! Okay, I'll be back the Monday after the finale, but all the good snark will be taken and I'll probably be too jetlagged to write anything anyway. But daaaaaamn. The absolute potential just from the previews.... :'(
|| posted by Pooh at 10:21 PM ... ||
Argh. Why are the stoopid police putting up roadblocks around half of the campus? *kicks coppers* There's nothing going on today!!!!!!
Ended up taking an almost three hour nap. Yikes. Don't feel refreshed at all. In fact, kinda feel like a drink... Heh.
Countdown to HK: 12 days. (Double yikes!)
|| posted by Pooh at 5:17 PM ... ||
Pooh's 24 Hours in the City
The following detailed event log has been censored for publishing on a public blog:
~ Saturday Morning ~
Woke up at a godforsaken hour (well, for a Saturday, anyway) to get all prettied up since friends and I only get together about once or twice a year. Then almost got stuck in the apartment complex because some bitca kept stalling her car on the only road that connected to the highway. Traffic started backing up on the highway because she was already halfway out into the lane. Ugh. Finally, bitca managed to get her car turned around to return home, leaving Pooh to zip her ass over to her campus so she could catch a bus to get to the train station. I don't understand why the stupid train station doesn't have a parking lot. Or why the university parking people put up this stoopid rule that you can't park overnight on the main campus (where the train station is located). I wasn't sure how late I was going to be... hence the runaround.
Wouldn't you know it. Got my ass parked, then justmissed the bus I needed. Ugh. That necessitated a forty minute wait at the student center (which wasn't open yet, mind you), where Pooh watched the cleaning crew sweep the grounds (fun), twiddled her thumbs (really fun), and played Frogger on her cellphone (loads of fun, although in hindsight, not a good idea because it totally killed a big chunk of battery). Finally got to the train station, only to find out the next train was "unexpectedly delayed" for a good twenty minutes. And once on the train, I passed out until C called me on the cell to ask where I was. Then I fell asleep again until we pulled into Penn. After that, because friends are lazy bums (j/k) who didn't want to meet me halfway, had to figure out how to get to S's sister, Z's place in the East Village. Oy. Got there okay, but had to walk behind this leathered-up, punk-haired, dog-collared, arguing couple for two blocks before I managed to scoot around them.
Hugs. Hugs. Kiss. Kiss. Took like two crapppppppppy pics with the cam because none of us like to be in pictures. Waited for Z to come back with caffeine. Waited a few more minutes while their friends **censored** Then we went to brunch...
~ Saturday Mid-day ~
So there's this place that Z and her friends like to go every Saturday and Sunday morning where the food is good, but the real treat is the unlimited bloody marys, mimosas, and champagne between 11 AM and 4 PM. Oh, yeah. The food took forever, but the mimosas came pretty damn quick. And did I mention I had absolutely nothing to eat before I got there and was pretty much starving? So yeah... watered down or not, Pooh had two glasses of the stuff before the food got there, and then two more after. By the time C and I left to do the touristy/catching up thing, Pooh was just a bit tingly and had just a bit of a headache. (I'm a lightweight. Whatever. Also, it's been forever since I've had a drink.)
C was a bit pissed because S and Z and their friends are all jaded-with-life bastards who didn't want to do any tourist stuff with her. So you know, send the suburbanite Jerseyan out to do the tour stuff. Which I was more than happy to do since it's been forever since C and I have seen each other and we got right back