The PoopyPooh

Saturday, July 31, 2004

Oh god. Anytime I have to spend an entire day alone with the mom is another day full of insights into just how incredibly frustrated and nervous she is about my current (and for the unforseeable future) state of singletonness. And today, I've come to learn not that the desperate anxiety is only confined to just the PoohParentalUnits, but it is now spreading to the ExtendedPoohFamily. Take for example, the PoohMom putting forth a surprise frontal attack while I was innocently trying to read a book during the downtimes at work...

Mom: [all giggly and shit] Have you gotten any emails from boys lately?
Me: Huh?
Mom: Did you get any emails from any boys?
Me: I get emails all the time.
Mom: Any from boys?
Me: Uhh... I got a couple from some people the past few days...
Mom: Anything from people you don't know?
Me: [confused and NOT liking where this is going] An email from a boy I don't know? If I don't know them, how would they get my email address? (a perfectly valid question as the PoohMom is computer/technology dyslexic)
Mom: Someone asked for your email before.
Me: [silent "shit shit shit" remembering a PoohCousin had asked weeks ago and I had gotten nothing from her] What did you do? What did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO?
Mom: Nothing. Just remember to check your email.

Then later...

Me: No, seriously. What did you do?
Mom: Your Aunt has a friend. He didn't write to you?
Me: ["fuuuuuucccckkkkkk"] Noooooo.
Mom: She said he used to work for your company. Nice guy. Not that much older than you.
Me: [contemplates killing self or maybe beating crap out of Aunt/Cousin/Mom matchmaking trio] Whhhhyyyyyyyyyy!
Mom: Don't worry. Just remember to read any emails from boys you don't know.
Me: Well... I usually just delete anything from people I don't know.
Mom: NO!! Don't delete this one.
Me: Dammit. I hate you....... wait, so why hasn't this guy tried emailing me?

So two things flashed through my head in regards to that tiny snippet of convo:
1. The Aunt thinks we'll have something in common because he used to work for my company. I, on the other hand, immediately flashed to: he used to work for the company, most probably is working for another company, can I get a job? I'm hopeless, it seems.
2. Something scary to consider: a possible future something or other probably already deleted in the name of spam.

You know... having family members trying to match you up with their "friends' kids" is a bit worrisome. And I expected more from the PoohAunt. Okay, sure, whenever I visit her she's always going on about how "cute" I am (usually when she starts drinking), which ends up with me being "pretty" (when she's got a list of people to set me up with and is trying to butter me up), and really "smart" (she knows me not at all), and "sweet" (only to those I meet for the first time or truly geniunely like, except that's no fun at all and doesn't last long). So obviously, since she knows me NOT AT ALL, I can't trust her AT ALL. Ugh. I don't trust people who like to butter me up. They're disturbing.

Thank god for the PoohMom, the sweet, endearing, cutie she is. God bless her overaffectionate heart and the convo that took place while stuck in traffic with her after work:

Mom: Stop staying up so late every night. Get some more sleep or else you'll look like that permanently. (what makes me wary is she's already laughing)
Me: Like what?!
Mom: Those bags! (full-fledged giggling - yes, the PoohMom giggles, damn her)
Me: [like I wasn't already paranoid of my huge bags and circles taking over my face] Part of it's genetic, you know. I can't help it!
Mom: It's getting ugly. You don't want to be ugly for the rest of your life, do you?
Me: ACK! You're my mother! You're not supposed to say stuff like that to me!
Mom: I tell the truth because I love you.
Me: Nooooo... You're my mother. You're SUPPOSED to lie to me, dammit.
Mom: How does that help?
Me: It doesn't, but this isn't helping my self-esteem either.
Mom: Well, get some more sleep and it'll get better. You're not getting any younger, either. You know what happens after 30.
Me: Damn. That's just cold.

Hours of entertainment, I tell you. And since I love humiliating myself, I thought I'd share. Come back next week for more 'Pooh Is A Loser' convos.

|| posted by Pooh at 9:20 PM ... ||

Friday, July 30, 2004

I just spent over half an hour staring at two squirrels play fight over an acorn. It was soooo cuuuute. Once again proving what happens when I get way too much sleep the night before -- I get freaky. Sleep deprivation keeps me distracted, punchy, and less weird. Squirrels, dude, wtf.

Roomie is leaving Saturday to go home for a month. His friend - a girl - is moving in for the month because she can't stand her own roommates. My first introduction to the girl: being startled from a chat session by a high-pitched, melodramatic, obnoxious scream that sent me out the door to see what was happening. And what was happening? She had seen a fly. Oh, sorry, a huge fly. I have nothing against flies. My squealy squeamish girlie girl moments are reserved for spiders so I guess I can sort of understand where she's coming from. But she's a theater major and if it turns out she's inexcusably prone to histrionics, we may have a problem next month. (Oooh, another excuse for a vacation in September! Like I needed another one.)

In other apartment news, the PoohBro is using the PoohApartment for his sekrit rendezvous with a "friend." (I kid because it's supposedly a guy friend and probably a weekend of crushed beer cans and luring unsuspecting girls to a "party" than any kind of "friend" stuff. *blink*) I'm not going to be around that much, what with working on freaking Saturday, but it'll be the most action the apartment's seen since... well, let's just say for awhile. And as usual, any and all action will happen when I'm absent. Story of my life, it seems... not that I want to be there for any PoohBro action cuz that's just disgusting. (I joke, because he's a good kid... I think)

|| posted by Pooh at 6:28 PM ... ||

Let's think happy thoughts instead of how I'll be spending the beginning of next week (payback for taking my vacation early last week, I bet).

Steph -- Does arriving in L.A., driving to Vegas, and then leaving from Vegas (or even L.A. again) help with the cost at all? We can add a short road trip into the mix if it helps. I needs my Steph, dammit! Also... it'll be funnier if there's three of us wearing our matching Celine t-shirts the whole weekend. (Um, oops. I wasn't supposed to say anything about that. Jenai and I were going to surprise you. Hee.)

|| posted by Pooh at 3:59 PM ... ||

And the hits just keep coming and coming....

J: Hey, 'Pooh.' Guess what? You're not going to be happy.
Me: Uhh... ooookayyyy...
J: You know we have a Philly case on Monday, right?
Me: Yes.
J: Well, we also have a case on Tuesday.
Me: Are you kidding? We never have Tuesday cases. So are we going Monday AND Tuesday?
J: Yes.
Me: Is Tuesday for us or is M using both days and we're just there for support?
J: Monday and Tuesday are for him, but that's not what you're going to be upset about. Guess what time the case is on Monday?
Me: 8? 8:30? 9?
J: Not even.
Me: Please don't say 7:30.
J: ...
Me: Are you shitting me? That means we need to leave around 6.
J: Actually about 5 AM because we need to get stuff from the lab first and he needs setup time.
Me: Well, what time is the case on Tuesday?
J: 9.
Me: ... Think we can go down on Sunday again and stay until Tuesday? *starts thinking about the hotel bar*

*bangs head*

Waking up early two days in a row just to sit in the lab in Philly and watch some guy play with chemicals and our dissected people. Technically we're not allowed to help since it's not our project, just our borrowed cases. So now I'm trying to decide... it's nice to get paid for being out of the office two days in a row, especially when we're going to be doing absolutely nothing but sitting there. But is getting paid to do nothing worth getting out the door at 5AM on a Monday morning?

Why couldn't I have made my vacation a week or two long instead of a crummy weekend? *sigh* Stupid real world.

I have half a mind to ask people to stop calling me because the phone brings nothing but trouble. TROUBLE, ya hear! lmfao. Umm... yeah... I need some more sleep, obviously.

|| posted by Pooh at 3:26 PM ... ||

You know what? Screw the podpeople. After I finally got out of bed, it's been a good day so far. One of those, "hey, I don't look too shabby... thank you oh wonderful mirror" kind of days. (Amazing how those days always follow the icky days, huh?) Which is good because I've been craving McD's fries and some grade F beef lately and it's a good excuse to treat myself. Add some of my bouncy geek rock (tm One)... and YAY!! Poof! WonderfulCutesyPooh! Except I kid because god knows that doesn't exist.

Now, if only it would stop raining...

|| posted by Pooh at 2:54 PM ... ||

Thank goodness for DC reruns on TBS every morning. Guys need to be more like Pacey.

Or the AMH.

Or the Kief, of course.

(ETA: Dammit, this ep... *sniffle* Why can't I get a guy like Pacey so I can get really drunk and he can take care of me? lol)

And yay for finally getting a good night's sleep (sorta). Now that I've broken out of the 2 hours/night cycle and can actually think clearly (relatively)... wassup with the podpeople again? Seriously. Maybe I should just never go on vacation again. Or... never leave vacation? Hmm. Next trip, please! Hee.

|| posted by Pooh at 11:45 AM ... ||

Thursday, July 29, 2004

Oh wow. That good mood deteriorated pretty fast this afternoon. It may have been the two hours of sleep almost every day this week catching up to me. Or it could have been being forced to do experiments in the other lab, which doesn't have an internet connection to distract me. Or it really could be the horrendous traffic we had for the commute home. And even though it was totally disgusting, still better than L.A. traffic. Until I got stuck on one of the roads behind some chick from Minnesota who obviously loves herself way too much. Stuck in traffic and the chick pulls down her visor so she could stare at herself in the mirror. And once traffic picked up, chick started brushing her hair while absolutely not keeping up with traffic on that dinky one lane road. Sheesh. So as soon as another lane opened up, I did a bad thing. Power moves should not be condoned, ever. But boy did it make me feel good to leave her in my dust, especially since she was still hogging the left lane doing about 40 in a 60 mph zone. I mean, I get that there's no one in Minnesota so she's probably used to taking her time, but dammit, people here need to get home and stuff. Hrmph.

|| posted by Pooh at 6:25 PM ... ||

Heeeeeeeeeee.

I am in an extemely good mood today. Okay, there's a teeny bit of sadness involved, but in general, a pretty damn good mood. It's bad when I end up walking to freaking training seminar, on less than 2 hours of sleep after another marathon late night IM session, and find myself actually smiling and laughing to myself. (No giggling, though, 'cuz I'm not that happy.) That's bad, yo. But heeee! anyway.

Everyone should feel free to take advantage of this. But definitely don't get used to it. :P

P.S. *edit* *edit* *edit* *edit* *edit* *edit* *edit*. LMAO :P :P :P

|| posted by Pooh at 10:09 AM ... ||

Hmm... was typing up an entry on the L.A. trip and playing around with the dinky amount of pics I managed to take during the weekend. I think I'm allergic to picture taking after the craziness of HK/China because I seriously only have a handful of pics for the entire weekend, and most of them are craaaaaap. I'll post it all as soon as I'm finished, but I think it's going to be pretty snark-lite. Umm... it's probably better that way. Hee and LOL. la la la... *whistles innocently*

Was using my L.A. maps on the wall to reorient myself for the post, and wondered... Is it too early to take down the L.A. maps and replace them with the Vegas maps? Or should I seriously consider leaving them up for a little while longer? Hmmm... decisions, decisions.

Speaking of Vegas... SQUEEE! 8 weeks, baby. Oh, crap. 8 weeks. That means any other vacas that might occur before that need to be planned... now. Hmmm. Also, gotta get back into the getting in shape thing again for the sugardaddy hunt. Heh.

|| posted by Pooh at 1:00 AM ... ||

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

Umm... hee. How do you know you're not getting enough sleep? When you get home early from work, pumped to do a pilates workout because you've been slacking pretty badly the past two weeks... start working out... and then find yourself dozing off in the middle of it. Oops. And oyyyy. Another reason I should still be on vacation right now. Obviously this past weekend was not enough.

In other news, J and I were told they will not be able to extend our internship. We're not sure the reasoning behind it, but we're pretty sure it's something stupid. However, they are allowed to hire us back as contractors/consultants. I can't decide... is that a a bump up or down? Oh well. Just keep paying me, and I'm happy. We were also told we're scheduled to do a big presentation near the end of August. Uggghhhhhh. Another reason why I'll deserve my September vacation.

|| posted by Pooh at 6:19 PM ... ||

You know what would be good? Sleep. Lots of it. Is it vacation yet?

It's Intern Appreciation Week at work. Again. The prezzie this time? Crappy little red radios that come with a belt clip, a cheap looking volume on/off wheel, a scan button that doesn't really scan because all I can get is some Christian Rock station on mine, and a light. Yes, the radio doubles as a penlight. I am all... aflutter with excitement over it. Except not.

Forgot to log out of the work computer on Monday so I came back to open IE windows. The best one was the one still open on the hotel reservation confirm page for Vegas. SQUEE, baby, SQUEE! So so so purrty.

Tell me again why vacations cost so damn much? People, stop tempting me. That is all.

|| posted by Pooh at 10:43 AM ... ||

Am I jetlagged? I can't be sure. I don't think I am. But then again, I am still up at this awful hour. *sigh*

So of course, I do the one thing I haven't done in forever. Quiz and Survey dump!

And also *glares* ... real subtle. Really. *kick*

|| posted by Pooh at 2:48 AM ... ||

Tuesday, July 27, 2004

It needs to stop raining. It needs to stop raining NOW.

I miss the sunshine, dammit. Okay, I don't miss the heat that normally comes with excessive amounts of sunshine, but I'd like to see sun for a little bit at least. JUST A LITTLE BIT, dammit! But no. The forecast for this week: rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. The forecast for last week before I cut out? Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. Now, it's just getting depressing.

Thankfully, trip planning isn't depressing. (Well, until I check my credit card statement and my checking balance. Grrrrr.) Did I mention Vegas? 'Cuz VEGAS!!! WEEEEEEEEE!!! *fondles hotel pic* soooo purrrty. LOL. Okay, that was disgusting. And to Trix and Meg, I have two words: Mark Valley. Hee.

Goddamn rain! Another reason to hate it. There's thunder and lightning and lots and lots of heavy rain. But that's not stopping the kids in the apartment complex from running around outside, screaming their lungs out. Hmm... actually... running around in a thunderstorm sounds kind of fun right now...

ETA:
EEEK! We had a tornado in the area. Okay... maybe no playing in the rain for me.

|| posted by Pooh at 10:31 PM ... ||

Monday, July 26, 2004

YAY!!!!

Vegas, here we coooooooommmmmmmmmmme!!!

It is done. Thank god. I was starting to twitch, being back from L.A. and not having something else to look foward to.

FYI, we have a room so if anyone's looking for a place to crash in Vegas on September 24 and 25... Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

|| posted by Pooh at 6:01 PM ... ||

I'm back, and I'm at work. But I'm so damn tired. That red-eye flight was the most uncomfortable flight ever. Even worse than the 15 hour flight to China. Even worse than the 6 hour flight to L.A. where the guy in the middle seat was practically sleeping on top of me, and there was so much turbulence during the entire thing. Maybe the return trip sucked because there was way too much arm rubbage and knee bangage with the guy in the middle seat again, a crying baby in the row behind me, the inability to fall asleep, the abruptness of finally realizing I was in L.A. and then needing to go back to Jersey and to work.

Anyway, I remember... not a thing from the trip. I am just that tired, and it was just that surreal. Give me a couple of hours to catch up on some sleep and I might be ready to make up some stories for you guys about the trip.

|| posted by Pooh at 9:41 AM ... ||

Sunday, July 25, 2004

Today (well, yesterday, actually) I saw the Pacific Ocean. It was big.

I was introduced to L.A. traffic. It sucks.

People without a sense of direction? Need to be smapped. If I weren't still laughing about it.

And tomorrow (actually, tonight) we go back to Jersey. Don't know how I feel about that since 6 hour flights in either direction sucks ass.

|| posted by Pooh at 4:14 AM ... ||

Thursday, July 22, 2004

Boooooooored.

Am waiting for Jen to get to the gate.

Thank god for wireless internet on the concourse.

Woohoo!

Okay, bored again.

But seriously... was there something I was supposed to do and got too distracted and stressed to actually do? Huh? Come on, you guys know me better than I know myself. Was there something I forgot to...

SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I forgot my car keys at home. I was so stressed over remembering to leave the extra set for the dad to drop off my car at the airport on Sunday that I forgot to pick up my set. Ugh. What to do now. I get in at 6AM and will most likely need to be in Philly by 9AM. So now someone needs to pick me up at the airport at that ungodly hour. *sob* Why. Why am I of the suck? I swear, this trip is cursed. Or maybe it's just me. Blech.

|| posted by Pooh at 6:22 PM ... ||

GRRR. WTF. I just found my boarding passes. All of them. Apparently, I had stuffed them into Harold's bag. Der. lmfao. I swear, today is just messed up.

Well... I'm off to the airport in a little bit. Hugs and kisses to all those who'll miss me. You know who you are.

P.S. You're allowed to text me to pass on any relevant (and necessary... and probably important) messages. *cue Mission: Impossible theme*

Huh. Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something really really really important? :(

|| posted by Pooh at 4:37 PM ... ||

Senility is a bitch, yo. I'm only a week into my latest year on Earth and I'm already forgetting everything. I get back to the parents' house (cuz PoohDad is taking me to the airport later) and then I remember I left my boarding pass at the apartment. And if we back up just a tiny bit... I printed the pass out at work and was halfway out the building when I remembered I left it on my desk. Seriously. Maybe it's a sign. To think, I printed out two copies at work because I was afraid I'd lose one of them.

Ugh. Maybe I need a nap. Except I just inhaled an iced coffee which means in about half an hour, I'll be hyper and restless... just in time to crash on the plane. Woohoo.

|| posted by Pooh at 3:33 PM ... ||

Hee. And SMAP (probably from One and Steph). Left work hella early because I forgot things at the apartment.

Had two near death experiences (sorta):

1. Driving in the middle lane of the highway. Suddenly, huge rock came out of nowhere and smacked the windshield right at my eye level. And of course, damn reflexes made me squeeze my eyes shut. Umm... not safe.

2. Took the local roads and saw a bunch of middle-aged men jogging. At 1 PM. On a public road. Let me tell you how incredibly unsexy it is to see guys with bigger boobs than me (ok, than most unaltered women) running by with their shirts off. Cuz manboobjiggle? Not right before lunch. Not ever, actually.

And weeeee! My glasses are here. Ugh. Another detour before the trip-that-will-never-start.

P.S. CD? I may be free tomorrow.

|| posted by Pooh at 1:45 PM ... ||

You know what?

Don't ask.

(Oh, and a self-smap on behalf of One)

ETA: If someone nicknames me Sunshine, does it count as a personal attack? Hmmm.

|| posted by Pooh at 9:02 AM ... ||

Grrrr. You know what's throwing me off? I can fit more in my duffel than I can in this little suitcase. AND my duffel is guaranteed to fit in the overhead compartment. Hmph.

I swear I'm not this bad of a packer. Honest. Send me to a cold climate and I am packed in ten seconds flat. But send me somewhere hot and I get the world's biggest mental block. My brain just isn't capable of thinking in hot weather terms. Gawd I just wanna bring out my sweaters right now. I miss those babies. *sniffle*

Screw the coffee. It's way too hot and I'm going to bed. Plus I gotta pack up Harold.

|| posted by Pooh at 2:46 AM ... ||

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

I need more iced coffee.

*groan*

|| posted by Pooh at 11:23 PM ... ||

I am armed with a large DD iced coffee - oh, sweet forced insomnia! I am ready to go. And I will finish packing if it takes me all night. Grrrrr.

|| posted by Pooh at 7:27 PM ... ||

Where are my tongues dammit!

|| posted by Pooh at 12:02 PM ... ||

Ugh. I'm feeling all sorts of icky.

Can't get sick. Not before vacation, dammit! *whimper* Or maybe because of vacation... Must.Relax.Must.Not.Stress. *sigh*

CRAP! Must pack tonight. For real this time. Shit.

|| posted by Pooh at 9:07 AM ... ||

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

Ew.

Ew ew ew ew.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

PoohBro and I came back from our milk run, got in the parking lot, and saw something no one should ever see. EVER. Some couple parked in a dark corner of the lot, the radio in their SUV pumped up loud, playing some rap song that sounded like it was by some high-pitched five year old girl. And they were grinding. Right there. In the parking lot. Up against the car. Gross. Take it inside, people!

|| posted by Pooh at 9:52 PM ... ||

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!

Vaca in two days and I AM NOT READY! Shit. I've got too much to worry about at work and trying to get everything finished before I cut out on Thursday. I don't have time to even think about packing yet, dammit. I am the worst packer (no, seriously, what if it does snow? or there's an earthquake? should I have earthquake clothes?) Onesy, come over here and pick out my clothes and pack them for me, please.

Ugh. Why does my head hurt? Shouldn't the two butter cookies and the iced tea have tied me over for the entire day? *groans* :(

|| posted by Pooh at 7:52 PM ... ||

Monday, July 19, 2004

Dumb fucking A.

Every time. Every freaking time. As soon as vacation week rolls around, I get a crapload of work to do. This time, I'm blaming J. Since she's leaving for her vaca tomorrow, I have to do her tongue tests on Wednesday. And since I'm leaving work early on Thursday, that means I really need to stay until whenever on Wednesday to finish the main testing so I can do analysis Thursday morning. Did I mention I've never seen her test protocol in action before? Or that CrotchetyOldGuy needs to show me how to do part of her protcol only he's never ever around? Oh yeah. It's gonna be fun.

Fuuuuuuuuun!

|| posted by Pooh at 5:08 PM ... ||

Oh oh.

Looks like someone is having a case of the Mondays.

|| posted by Pooh at 1:48 PM ... ||

Sunday, July 18, 2004

Awwww! Poor Weiss. Someone give him his money! He just wants to buy a lobster boat, dammit.

lmfao

P.S. Alias people should not guest on Dead Zone. Quit trying to get in on the AMH action, dammit.

|| posted by Pooh at 11:00 PM ... ||

Stupid ranting.

There should be laws regarding clothing. Like underthingies for women shouldn't cost more than a certain price. Gals, you know what I'm talking about. Grrrr. And the most important law of all, just because I had big problems with this. Sizes should be the same for all stores. A small should be a small. A medium should be a medium, dammit. As someone who doesn't like to spend too much time in stores, I like to grab my size and go. Trying things on and off can be done at home, just as well as it can be done in a skanky, dirty, fitting room. So I really hate it when I come home to find that a medium is actually an extra small. Don't even get me started on pants. But I think that just might be a personal rant since I'm always switching between two sizes just because they're always that close. (Hmmm, maybe should wait until I get the exercising down and get my new gorgeous body before buying more clothes...)

This goes for shoe sizes, too, as I can wear up to three different sizes depending on the brand. Blech.

Ummm... I had a TP rant again, but I think I'll stop right here because I don't want to seem like an irrational selfish, anal bitch. Even though I know my rant is justified. Hrmph.

|| posted by Pooh at 9:01 PM ... ||

Okay. I know it's summer. I know it's sandal season. But seriously... there are people who wear regular shoes now, too. Dammit.

I hate buying shoes. I don't know why. I just do. Some girls like buying clothes, make-up, shoes, yadda yadda... I don't. It's my rebellion against being a girlie girl. So, you know, when I'm in the mood to buy crap like that, I'd like to actually be able to buy it. Besides, my good pair of shoes are getting really bad - like, all scuffed up and being able to feel the rain from underneath due to sole crackage. Umm... yeah. Anyway, my third trip to the mall this week and still nothing. There's a sandal explosion everywhere, but I can't wear sandals to work. Not to mention I have an anti-feet/toes rule, which is only broken for very special occasions. So tell me, exactly who's selling sensible black shoes I can wear for work and yet trendy enough for me to slum around in with my jeans? And someone explain to me why I'm twitching to buy boots. In the summer.

*sigh*

Barefoot it is. *gag*

|| posted by Pooh at 4:26 PM ... ||

I'm in a weird mood today. Got up early to do laundry and then I ironed everything. EVERYTHING. Well, okay, not EVERYTHING, but I ironed all my t-shirts even and that's just messed up.

And yay! Onesy's back! Best.Prezzie.Ever! (Except maybe for the WetJohn Amy sent my way. 'Cuz ROWR.)

|| posted by Pooh at 12:48 PM ... ||

Blah blah blah blah.

|| posted by Pooh at 2:17 AM ... ||

Saturday, July 17, 2004

Fuck off. Don't even think about it. (I don't care if the stars say I'm all happy happy today. Pffft.)

One - Bitca. LMFAO @ the card.

|| posted by Pooh at 10:02 AM ... ||

Friday, July 16, 2004

Argh!

Who do you rant to when you want to rant about your friends?

Bleh.

|| posted by Pooh at 7:01 PM ... ||

Why do I always do this? Why did I spend almost 4 hours at the mall and buy absolutely nothing I needed and everything I didn't? And then why did I balk at using the mall restrooms and instead, drive the five minutes to work to use those? Also, should it be awkward to have a salesman ask you if you need help at Victoria's Secret? Hmmm.

You know, it's kind of nice to be sitting in the lab at work. In jeans. Ahhhhh. Too bad all but one of the computers were against me. Stupid weird network problems. Don't they know I need to kill time before dinner with Jen? Sheesh.

And someone explain this to me: Why does my horoscope say I'm in an extra giggly mood today? And have my money, love, and attitude meters at the highest settings? WTF. Hmph. Do I seem like I'm extra giggly and happy today? Bah.

Heehee. *smaps self*

|| posted by Pooh at 6:09 PM ... ||

OMG! I hate Blogger!

*kicks the shit out of blogger*

First, wysiwyg editors are EVIL and for losers. Second, damn thing drove me nuts trying to figure out why my post posted but wasn't visible OR using the fonts and sizes specified in my template. Third, I was thisclose ditching blogger and moving to LJ. That is how much I hate the new posting interface. Fourth, but they were at least kind enough to offer a non-wysiwyg posting option which delayed my move to LJ. Finally, this still sucks ass.

HRMPH.

|| posted by Pooh at 12:44 AM ... ||

Damn. Why is there another change in the blogger interface?! Change is bad, people. Grrrr. Especially any change that makes the posting interface look like Word. I hated it when hotmail did it, which is why I pretty much stopped using hotmail. And I'm hating it now. Bastards.

My back is killing me. Sometime between coming home from work and dropping the PoohBro off at class, I think I sprained my back or pulled some muscle or something. OUCH. Gawd, I'm getting so freaking old. There's a definite twinge and sting and OWIE to the left side of my back. *sobs* I bet it's punishment for slacking on the exercising for um... holy crap, a week and a half? Yikes. I was being so good about it, too. :(

Finally, congrats to Jenai! *does happy dance* We are soooooooo going to celebrate. Vegas, here we come! Weeeeeeeeee! This makes me happier than knowing my LA vaca is now officially a week away. Although I just checked the weather for next week and we're getting t-storms the entire freaking week, so now I'm much happier about the LA trip, too. Gotta get out of here, dammit. I am so sick of rain. Hmm... I wonder if I can justify spending all that money to go across the country just to sleep for an entire weekend... cuz damn, I'm just totally exhausted and sleep-deprived.

|| posted by Pooh at 12:08 AM ... ||

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Isn't it horrible when you'd rather listen to the hold music than talk to the customer service rep? Then again, shouldn't there be laws that sales reps and tech support people should actually know 1) what their company does, 2) what their company doesn't do, and 3) what the hell they're talking about? Do NOT tell me that your company never made a certain equipment when I am holding in my hand, said equipment with your company name and logo on it. And yes, why don't you go find someone who might know something and be able to help. I want Service, dammit. Gimme. *hums along to hold music*

One last note on the eyesight issue. You know how when you start losing sight, you sort of lose depth perception and the world becomes... flatter... due to lack of focusing abilities? Well, hello 3-D. Walking down the corridor in the other building gave me a headache, because damn, I never knew the hallway was that.fucking.long. But weee to being able to see the leaves at the tops of trees and individual blades of grass! (Sorry, this excitement always lasts about a day or two. Wait til I get my surgery. Heh.)

Grrr to the frelling weather. Walked to the other building, it was dark and gloomy and ominous and on the verge of raining again. Stayed five minutes tops, walked back out, and it was bright and sunny. I just know when I leave for lunch there will probably be a freak snowstorm. At least I learned my lesson. No more white shirts to work until I am absolutely certain there will be no form of precipitation at all. *nods*

And I'm still laughing my ass off at the JJ article. D'oh!

|| posted by Pooh at 11:36 AM ... ||

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Yay! Prezzies! Random, impulsive, sent for absolutely no reason, prezzies!

To One: *tackle* How did I know Kill Bill was from you? Hmm? Rowr! Thank you. And yes. I know exactly what I have to do. :P

|| posted by Pooh at 11:15 PM ... ||

Talk about making a big fucking mistake.

Had I grasped the understatement "It's going to rain" actually meant "There will be severe thunderstorms and you will be drenched," I may not have worn a white shirt to work today.

Yes.

A nice white button-down shirt.

Had I gotten my butt out the door a few minutes sooner, I may have missed the downpour. But nope. First there was no rain, then a minute later, fwooooosh!!!! Not only was stupid me wearing my white shirt, but I didn't bring a jacket and left my umbrella in the car. Turns out it didn't really matter because J had one of those huge beach umbrella-type things and walked me to the car. Except it was raining so hard, the rain was bouncing three inches off the ground and the umbrella did not help. At. All. I was soaked, sticky, drenched, and... pretty much indecent. Normally it wouldn't have been a problem except I was on my way to the optometrist to pick up my contacts and then to the supermarket to get the PoohBro his milk and other stuff. Thank goodness for the car heater, which dried me out before getting to the doctor. Luckily, it was only drizzling during my supermarket run.

BUT. As soon as I got back in the car to come home, the skies opened up again and good god! Even the fastest setting on the wipers didn't help. It was like driving through a solid wall of water. Meep. The roads are horrendously flooded. It's rained like this twice in the past three days. If we get any more rain... UGH. And then to mock me even more (or possibly punish me for leaving work an hour early), as I was trying to figure out a way to huddle under the umbrella (like it mattered, blech) while taking the bags of groceries out of the trunk, the umbrella tipped backwards, causing a river of water to land on my bag, which was slung behind me, which meant the river of water continued along the path of the bag towards my butt. I was wearing dark gray pants, so the wet spots were pretty obvious. Grrr. WetPoohAss is soooooooo not cool. Hrmph.

However...
Woohooo to finally being able to see! (I don't remember the world looking this crappy.) I've got to trial run two pairs for the next two weeks before I can get a year's worth of disposables. And I'm getting a bit of a headache from being able to see so much better (although I still don't think I'm at 20/20), and also because I keep doing the cover one eye/try to read something in the distance/bouncybouncybouncy when I can/repeat with other eye thing. You know. That. Let's face it. Once you're blind, it's the little things like that that make you happy. :P

|| posted by Pooh at 7:04 PM ... ||

Anyone want to play a really cute game? Tamale Loco. Hee.

And... dude, I'm so out of here. I'm through feeling guilty about leaving early when the bosses aren't around and there's nothing to do. Pfffft to them.

Anyway... Weeeeeeeeee! That means I get to go milk shopping. LMAO.

|| posted by Pooh at 3:49 PM ... ||

Oh, poopy.

The eye place called to tell me my contacts came in. Bummer. I was so looking forward to calling and bitching them out for taking so long. Guess I'll have to go find someone else's ass to kick instead.

And gah! This means I'll actually be able to see all the beautiful people during vaca. Mmm... Kiefer...

|| posted by Pooh at 2:53 PM ... ||

Booooooored. And also addiiiiiiiicted to Astropop, which I've introduced to J. Now she hates me. Oh, well. *click click click*

Sheesh. My phone 'scope for today: "You've always been accused of having an overactive imagination, which annoys you to no end." Like having one is a bad thing. Besides, it's not overactive, just... overfed.

And yay!! The eye stopped twitching. But shucks, because I could have used it as an excuse to go home. (What? I totally could have used that excuse!)

|| posted by Pooh at 2:21 PM ... ||

According to J, an eye twitch means that someone is talking about you. The left eye means it's bad. The right eye means it's good. Since my right eye just started doing the non-stop twitching again, I'd like to put a general plea out there. I beg you, all of you, I don't care if it's good or bad, just stop talking about me. Hell, stop thinking about me, too, just in case. Because this twitch is the freakiest thing I've ever experienced and I don't need to go around with actual physical proof of my freakdom, dammit. Hrmph.

|| posted by Pooh at 1:40 PM ... ||

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Just in case anyone was interested, I finally went to pick out frames for my glasses. Stupid contacts haven't come in yet, which makes absolutely no sense since today was the two week mark. That means I get to call them tomorrow and bitch them out. It'll be scary. And fun! *rubs hands together in evil glee*

Because I hate that place now, I had to go to another place, and I am in lurve with the salesgirl there because she helped me pick out frames. I would have been absolutely lost without her as I suck and hate hate hate hate loathe loathe loathe picking out glasses. I... uhh... think I like them. Well, she thought they looked really good on me, but I bet that price tag helped her like it a whole bunch more. Everyone cross your fingers and hope I get them before vaca as it would be nice to be able to see things, especially if those damn contacts don't come in soon.

And dude. Boys suck. PoohBro came back from class and ate all the leftovers from dinner. It was his "second dinner," and I've been informed that from now on, I should just assume he's going to have two or three dinners a night and to prepare accordingly. WTF. He doesn't eat that much at home. And my brand new carton of milk? That's pretty much gone, too. Why do I get the horrifying feeling that I'm going to have to buy milk every single day? Sheesh.

|| posted by Pooh at 10:30 PM ... ||

If anyone's keeping track of the games addiction... I just want to make one thing Very Clear. 'Tis not my fault as I only mentioned two little games, and the EvilOne known as Steph got me hooked on Astropop, which is so much Worse than any of the other games I might have mentioned innocently. Fucking Steph! Grrrr. The addiction was so bad, I was playing the damn game while cooking dinner -- play one or two levels, run to the kitchen to check on the food, play one or two levels, run outside to check on the food, etc.

Speaking of cooking... PoohBro staying with me during the week is going to suck. That means I actually have to cook dinner or else the PoohMom will kill me for not keeping him fed. Nevermind the guy is 17 and can (learn to) cook for himself. AND that his class starts before I usually get home. You'd think in that case, he'd be cooking for me, but noooooo. That means I gotta prepare tomorrow's dinner tonight, and he's so picky about his food. Bleh. Not to mention I burned myself on the pot tonight. *sob* *kisses finger booboo* Still kinda hurts. :(

His first class was tonight, and he should be home within the half hour. Awwwww. His first college class! Excuse me while I go play some more Astropop before he gets home and starts ranting about class. And I AM going to get pass level 12. ThePooh is going to make Astropop her bitch, dammit, even if it kills me.

|| posted by Pooh at 8:32 PM ... ||

What is up with the cold all of a sudden? Not that I'm complaining. I got to bust out the flannel PJs and the big shirt and throw an extra blanket on the bed. It was lurve. (shaddup, it's the tiny odd things that bring the happy) I am sad I had to actually get up this morning because it's the perfect weather to stay in bed and cuddle with a bear or whatever. Sigh and poopers.

Off to run errands before the PoohBro gets here.

|| posted by Pooh at 10:39 AM ... ||

Monday, July 12, 2004

Damn you, Steph. Damn you and your Astropop. DAMN YOU!

|| posted by Pooh at 8:28 PM ... ||

Damn. I had something to rant about, but now I forgot what it was. Senility sucks, yo.

It's still raining pretty hard outside. There's high waters and flooding everywhere which makes for dangerous conditions. And it also means everyone forgets how to drive. Blah. PoohBro's most definitely coming tomorrow to start his summer classes at the university and will be staying with me a couple days a week. He sure picked a great week to start, considering there's supposed to be thunderstorms all week, sucky driving conditions, and he doesn't really know his way around that well. :( On the upside, the heat broke and it's kind of chilly now. I hope I don't get sick from the spazzy weather.

And duuuuude. I knew it. I KNEW it! Hrmph! *kicks phone company* I knew I didn't thirty dollars worth of extra text messages. That's just... *boggle* Stupid billing people - don't you dare suggest I don't know my way around numbers. I may need to use my fingers when I don't have my graphing calculator handy, but hell if I can't add or subtract. HRMPH! Also, phew. Now my phone bill doesn't look so... disgusting.

|| posted by Pooh at 7:27 PM ... ||

You know the best thing about none of the bosses being at work this week?

I get to go home hella early.

Besides, it's rainy and gloomy outside, so I deserves it. :P

*twirls out of here* Weeeeeeeeee!

|| posted by Pooh at 4:02 PM ... ||

Told ya my Cubis addiction wouldn't last long. My new Slacking Off At Work Game is Addiction Solitaire. See? They even named it the right thing.

Brrrrrrr. Why is it freezing in here? *shiver*

|| posted by Pooh at 3:24 PM ... ||

*whimpers*

No more caffeine after 5PM from now on. *nods firmly* 'Cuz that caramel swirl latte? Soooooo a bad idea. It kept me up all night again, although I think part of the reason for my insomnia had to do with the heat. It was so hot and humid, even with the fan blowing a foot away from me, that I kept tossing and turning. But then... I stopped fighting the heat and remembered that I can't normally fall asleep without using the bedsheet, a comforter, an extra blanket, and sometimes even a quilt. (shuddup, I feel nekkid without all that) And whaddayknow? Slept like a baby after that even though it felt like it was in the high 90s. *sigh* May have to seriously consider an a/c if this heat continues.

Now I'm running on two hours of sleep so don't frell with me. Thank goodness no one is here. VanWilder is on vacation for two weeks, TeamBoss is out for the week, BigBoss is gone today and at the end of the week, and FlyersBoss is nowhere to be found. Woohoo! Slacker heaven. I mean, yay! Now I can keep from being distracted and make a huge dent in all the work I have piled up, which is a good thing since vaca is next week. Holyshitnextweek! *hugs self* I so deserve that. *nods*

|| posted by Pooh at 10:42 AM ... ||

fuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk, part 2

I just *hyperventilates* saw *hyperventilates some more* my *can't breathe* phone bill. *dies*

Shoot me. Just shoot me now. And please take away the crappy phone. From now on, I am not picking up until my off-peak minutes start. Hrmph. (*glares at J, who likes to call me every Tuesday from work and sometimes right after we see each other at work*) Also, don't even think about sending me a text message, even though I KNOW that 1500 count is wrong. WRONG! Cuz 1500??????? *brain explodes*

Good God, I hate this stupid company. Every bill there's something wrong. And our on-going feud continues... *cracks knuckles*

P.S. I was just kidding about not calling or sending me text messages (although I had to turn off the AIM forwarding... just in case. lmao) cuz that's primitive and barbaric and cruel and unusual punishment, yo. *huggles stoopid crappy phone... and pets Harold, lest he gets jealous*

|| posted by Pooh at 2:05 AM ... ||

Sunday, July 11, 2004

fuuuccckkkitttt!

I'm having really bad luck with crappy songs getting stuck in my head. Today it was Hillary Duff's 'Come Clean.' Seriously. Make it stop. *pouts*

So I went to the friend's friend's farewell party tonight. Well, actually, it was really just dinner with a couple of people I know and a whole bunch I don't. Normally these things make my anti-social self crazy, especially since I've only met the guy once. But J and I have been trying to set N up with him for awhile now, and we're not going to let a little thing like him going away to med school stop us. 'Cuz hey, ya never know... ya know? Hee. But damn if the girl isn't giving us trouble. I'm 2/2 in the matchmaking right now and hell if I'm going to let her ruin my track record. Hrmph.

And yes... I'm perfectly sober. Thank goodness. Because I just accidentally found a Kiefer movie on TV. Woohoo! My drunken level doesn't really affect the pleasure I get from TheKief, but we all know he's so much better when sober. I mean, I'd enjoy it more when sober. Umm, actually, lemme just shut up and ~~drool over~~ watch TheKief. Rowr!

|| posted by Pooh at 11:56 PM ... ||

Saturday, July 10, 2004

Three hours of sleep is not enough to play tourguide. PoohBro starts summer school at the university next week and will be staying with the Pooh during the week. Since he's never been to the apartment or even navigated the campus by himself, I had the pleasure of taking him from the apartment to his class on one campus, then back to the apartment, then to his other class on another campus, then back to the apartment. And then I had the wonderful opportunity of taking him to the bookstore to buy his books. With the huge bags under my eyes from lack of sleep and the general maternal nagging I have towards him, I'm pretty sure everyone thought I was his mother... which wouldn't be the first time because he looks like a stinking 12 still. Ugh. That knowledge and spending all that quality time with the PoohBro made for a slightly cranky Pooh today. (I said slightly, dammit! No snarking. Hrmph.)

And what's with squirrels around here? They'll cross the street like good little animals. Then as soon as they see your car coming, they'll rush right back into the middle of the street, which results in *screeeeeeech* But I am happy to report that the Pooh did not fulfill any squirrel death wishes today. Phew.

|| posted by Pooh at 5:18 PM ... ||

Aha!

Another reason why afternoon naps and Pooh don't work well together:
It's 4 am and I'm wide awake. WTF.

Where are my med textbooks to put me to sleep? Weee! Just found my biochem book. Excellent.

|| posted by Pooh at 4:22 AM ... ||

Friday, July 09, 2004

Umm... oops.

Ever tell someone you're going to do something just to rub it in that you have the option of doing it (even though you really weren't planning on doing it), and then a few minutes later, do exactly that? Yeah. See... I wasn't supposed to take a nap. Wasn't even planning on it. It was a frelling joke, dammit. And of course, five minutes after that, I'm sound asleep and don't wake up until two hours later (except for a few seconds in the middle of that when I kicked Harold, who was in bed with me).

And now I have a headache, because sometimes late afternoon naps and Pooh just don't go well together. And dammit! I was supposed to be cleaning! Grrr.

|| posted by Pooh at 6:20 PM ... ||

Thursday, July 08, 2004

You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
And you say he's just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I neeeeeeeeeeeed but you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend, oh baby...

GODDAMN! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!

Well... I guess we figured out which song won the PoohLoonyHead battle. :(

|| posted by Pooh at 1:01 PM ... ||

Well, it's another summer Thursday and people, again, tried to defy me by not going on vacation which would have unclogged the roads for my morning commute. Hmm... have I done a ranty post lately? It was already way too hot and way too humid when I got out of bed this morning. That means I am in no mood to humor annoying people today. So let me just put on a simmering pot of rant to go with my toast... *cracks knuckles*

People Who "Drive" Sporty Cars --
As soon as we broke out of the bottleneck near the apartment, I got stuck on the two lane highway... behind some annoying girl driving a butt-ugly yellow Lancer... who thought it was cute when she did the little engine revving thing when she accelerated at the light... only to clog up the left passing lane going 40 on a 55 mph road. And grrrr to the truck in the right lane, driving practically neck and neck with her so no one could pass that bitca.

People Who "Drive" VWs --
Awhile ago, my hate was directed at Buicks, then minivans, then SUVs. Today, it's all about those VW drivers. While driving my new shortcut to work (and dude, it really IS a shortcut), got stuck behind an old VW on a one lane road. The guy was sloooooooooooow. And then... THEN! there was a tiny bend in the road (really pretty insignificant, you could just coast it), the guy, who was already going slow slow slow slow slow, put on the brakes. No, he did not slow down even more. He. Put. On. The. Brakes. For a tiny curve in the road! And then when the road opened up into two lanes, guy had the nerve to hog the left lane even though there was no one in the right lane. Dammit.

And then there was the ass in the Jetta driving behind me on the major highway. It's morning rush hour. There's always a slight bottleneck in one section. That means we'll go at a nice clip, then end up braking a lot. When traffic is flowing, we drive fast. But then, because it's still rush hour, there's a distance factor to consider. Heck, they teach you proper safe distances in driver's ed. Dumb fuck obviously thought he was someone, what with his bike strapped to the top of his bright royal blue Jetta. Apparently he didn't get the memo that it's a Bad Thing to tail people when traffic can come to a stop at any minute. So yes, when traffic did stop and I gave early warning when I applied my brakes, Mr. DumbFuck still insisted on tailing me to the bitter end. Of course, it was no surprise to me when the squeal of tires behind me, and then the sight of the ass stopped pretty much three inches from me, totally fucked up my nerves this morning. You know that VW slogan "Drivers Wanted"? Yeah. No shit. Find some.

People Who Purposely Break The Law --
I love love love love love the new hands-free law in Jersey. I only wish it weren't a secondary law because dumbasses who refuse to use a headset need to get their ass beat. Like the guy in the huge big-wheel truck (obviously a compensator) on the highway this morning. He was in the left; I was in the right. I was ahead of him, with my signals on to switch into the middle lane; he had nothing except his truck was two or three times the height of my car. I started pulling into the middle lane right before he accelerated and started swerving into the same lane. Dude. Not cool. We both had to swerve back into our original lanes before getting into a nasty accident. And of course, after I tried again and passed him... oh yeah, Mr. OverCompensator was driving one-handed and chatting on a cell phone. Bastard. Pay attention!

Music --
Oh, yes. I'm about to rant about music now. Actually, not so much a rant as the need to bang my head. One of the stations was doing a poll on the "worst song ever," and they got Biz Markie's 'Just a Friend' stuck in my head. Then the last song I heard right after I pulled into the parking lot at work: The Outfield's 'Your Love'. So now I have that (more specifically, the first few lines) stuck in head, too. It's a very odd battle going on in my already fragile (insane?) mind, and the winner has yet to be determined.

One Last Thing --
Ever since I got the car back from its oil change, it drives funky. It may have been the safety recall thing they had to take care of because that required messing with the steering column. Or maybe it was all the "tire checks" they said they did. Anyhow, I'm thinking they screwed with my alignment just to make me bring the car in again. Hrmph. Bastards! (Or maybe I'm just sick of the morning traffic and want a chauffeur to drive me around.)

|| posted by Pooh at 9:08 AM ... ||

Waa waaa waaaaa! Blah blah blah!

Seriously, what is wrong with people? Don't they know they should keep their personal crap at home? It's the second night in a row that some couple has stood outside on the street, arguing. It's the second night that he's bitched and moaned, and she's bitched and moaned. It's the second night she's cried and sobbed and yelled. It's the second night one of them has thrown... not quite sure what, but whatever it is, it makes a metallic clang.

Argh. Just because it's a nice night out doesn't mean you take your shit out onto the street for everyone to hear, dammit. Home. That's where you should keep it... cuz there's dishes and a ton of other stuff there that you can throw, and you can scream and cry as much as you want. Damn the lack of a/c, resulting in the need to leave the windows open so I can hear almost everything. Damn the heat, too. People get so silly when it gets hot out.

*sigh* Is it vacation yet? I'm dying to get out of Jersey right now - even if it's just across the state line. Bleh.

|| posted by Pooh at 12:21 AM ... ||

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

Because the time is correct on her half of the world...

Happy Regular Day to One!!

And because we share the same horoscope...
How cute are you? Wait -- don't answer that -- it might spoil your mystique. Revel in the fact that you're pretty darn fabulous these days. Wink and smile demurely at any admirers.

Awwww. What a great normal average day 'scope.
*winks and smiles demurely at One*

|| posted by Pooh at 11:54 AM ... ||

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgggggggggggggg.

Insomnia sucks the night before you have to go back to work. Aren't there drugs to take care of that?

Work? WORK?!! What the frell is that? And am I still doing that? Aren't there drugs to get rid of that?

Sleep. I need sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep. And not the extra sleep I get because I left the fan on overnight and couldn't hear the alarm over the noise. That's bad extra sleep. I'm pretty sure there's drugs for that.

Must... carry... on... Must... hold... onto... thought... vaca... two weeks... *SOBS* That's too far away. *sigh*

|| posted by Pooh at 7:57 AM ... ||

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

How I Spent My Summer Day

Today I woke up at ~~10AM~~ 9AM (technically... even though the radio alarm was allowed to run an hour). I got dressed and had breakfast, then bitched and moaned about taking the car in to get an oil change. Checked the time and decided to take the car in a half hour early.

I stopped the car by the door to the service area, where the very nice valet man could not find my appointment. Perplexed, we both looked through his list of appointments for that day and found my name -- AT 9 FREAKING AM! Confused and just a (teeny) bit upset, I informed him that I was told specifically to bring in the car at 11:45AM. Mr. ValetGuy asked if it was a lady who informed me of this, and when I replied in the affirmative, he mumbled that he wasn't surprised. (Oh boy.) Then Mr. ValetGuy tried to take the piss out of me even further by going on about how my oil change and safety recall was going to "take hours and hours and hours and hours and hours." I was pretty sure he was just screwing with me, but in any case... bastard. The other ValetGuy was very nice in a non-snarky way because I had left my cell in the car and he ran to get it for me. (Oops.)

Then the service guy who checked me in told me that I was supposed to have been advised to bring in my car at 9AM because the safety recall thing was really going to take hours and hours and hours. Grrrr. Seriously, if someone (that bitch) had told me that in the first place, I would have been waiting there right when they opened in the morning. To top it off, they were training new people that day so things were going slower than usual. Luckily, Mr. ServiceGuy fell for the SadPoutyPooh (who can blame him, lol... or maybe it was the pathetic admission that I had brought a new book and was resigned to stick it out as long as it took) and promised to tell the mechanics to put a rush on it. Three excruciating hours and ten long, boring book chapters later... I was free! Thank goodness because I was ready to take a walk along the side of the highway just to alleviate the boredom.

I was so happy to be out of there that I drove myself straight to the nearest mall to continue my neverending quest for a pair of nice shoes I can wear to work and wear with my jeans. That mission was a failure, as usual, but I did break down and buy a belt. It's ridiculous how long I've gone without one, not that I really need one. And I finally decided that I'm going to get myself a new watch for the ScaryDayThatShallNotBeDiscussed (of course, I'll have to "lose" my current one next time I go to the mall, to justify getting a new one). The iPod was a nice idea, but even I can't rationalize spending that kind of money when I'm bringing Harold to L.A. and I have that tiny iRiver anyway. But who knows, maybe for the half-birthday. Heh.

And that concludes my very boring summer day.

ETA:
L.M.F.A.O. at the New York Post. Dumbasses.

|| posted by Pooh at 6:12 PM ... ||

|| posted by Pooh at 5:47 PM ... ||

*groan* Why can't the stupid dealership have someone from their service department come pick up my car, do their thing to it, and then bring it back to me? WHY?! Then instead of going there and waiting for two or three hours, I can crawl back in bed and take a nap. This car hates me. I'm sure of it.

Sighness. I predict... boredom. But what else is new?

|| posted by Pooh at 11:05 AM ... ||

|| posted by Pooh at 11:00 AM ... ||

Monday, July 05, 2004

Okay, I take it back. This holiday break NEEDS to end for me. I don't think I can take one more day of it. I am so frigging bored right now. There's only so many naps I can take before I feel like an even bigger slacker than I already am. And now it's really hot and really humid, and I still don't have an a/c in my room. And I'm out of DVDs to watch. Heck, right now, I can't wait for tomorrow when I get to bring the car in for an oil change and for a safety recall thing. Three or four hours sitting in the dealership waiting room sounds about heaven right now. Ugh.

And yay! More vacation news: PoohDad's considering sponsoring a Pooh trip at the end of August. Okay, not technically sponsoring a Pooh-only trip, which would have been better. It'll be more like a... group tour trip. On one hand, ugh. On another hand, double ugh. But think of all the amusement I could get out of that. Umm... on second thought... maybe not. What do you think? Is Montreal worth that kind of aggravation? Otherwise it may be San Francisco to visit... *shock*... distant family.

You know... thinking about it... I think I'd rather concentrate on the Vegas trip. *glares at Jenai and Steph* Hrmph.

|| posted by Pooh at 6:06 PM ... ||

Fireworks! Yay! Fireworks! Pwetty! Shiny! Colors!

Hey, surprise. Even this hick suburb can put on a good Fourth of July pyrotechnic display. Now, if only the damn neighbors would STFU with their firecrackers.

And in other news... It's been a pretty good break so far. Yesterday, took two naps. Today, only took one. Damn if that couch isn't the comfiest thing ever. And to think, I've still got two more days of it! Weeeee! I'm just kidding, I would never rub it in anyone's faces like that. :P

|| posted by Pooh at 12:03 AM ... ||

Sunday, July 04, 2004

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!!!

Woohoo! I hope everyone's having fun at their BBQ, shopping, or just being lazy at home. We deserves it. And for anyone who isn't going to go see fireworks tonight, you can have your own fireworks display at home. Much less messy and not as eardrum-bursting.

To One: Mwahahahahahahaha. I went all the way up to level 50 while we were chatting last night. It sucks how addictive stupid games can be when you're that bored, huh?

|| posted by Pooh at 11:20 AM ... ||

Saturday, July 03, 2004

Snarky friends kill me. Especially when they're keeping track of your life. And they hate the same people/things as you (or are at least willing to encourage your snark on said people/things)... or love/lust after the same people/things. And especially when they're nosy enough to IM you specifically for a life update even though you're going to see them in like two days. *hugs J*

In other news...
I'm in love. Seriously. You guys ever play Cubis? This thing is hella addictive. (Not to worry, I'll be back to Text Twist and Tip Top as soon as Cubis pisses me off, forcing me to break up with it.)

|| posted by Pooh at 10:40 PM ... ||

Well... didn't win the $290 million but someone else did. *SOBS*

There goes my dreams of being a sugarmomma. :(

Guess it's back to stalking The Kief and AMH. *sigh*

|| posted by Pooh at 1:20 AM ... ||

Friday, July 02, 2004

Just because I haven't done a quizzie in so long and this one was going around...

Gakked from SM's LJ: Better Personality quiz (with corresponding commentary)

You are a WEDF--Wacky Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you a menace to society (dude. just dude. lmfao!), depending on how you channel your energies. You chew your fingers and have an addictive personality (am I addictive, or just prone to addiction?). Properly guided, you can be enormously productive--otherwise you run amok (nuh uh), stir up trouble (NUH UH!), and generally have a hell of a good time (ok! and using my powers for awesome, no doubt. sounds good to me!).

To your friends, you are a source of relentless entertainment (no kidding, HRMPH). You often get into trouble, but you almost always find a way out. You are strangely popular (very strange indeed) and feed off others' energy (like a vampire, dude). You live hard, seize the day, and although your more sober friends would like to see you settled down, you generally have fewer regrets and better memories than they do (the frell?). Your tenet is that, at the end of the day, one regrets only what one didn't try. You are right. (this quiz knows me not at all, apparently)

You could benefit from outside help in balancing your highs and lows. Or perhaps cutting back on the caffeine. (drugs would help... maybe)

LMFAO. Except for that little bit at the end... hrmph.

|| posted by Pooh at 11:53 PM ... ||

Okay, a couple of loves:

Girl With a Pearl Earring -- Is Love. And is Pain. Cuz that kinda hurt. Hurty angsty swoony USTy lurve is bad. Then again... angsty USTy longing Colin Firth is so many types of good. Pooh was twitching the entire time with the UST, dammit. And dear god! Not to ruin it for anyone who hasn't seen it yet, but... DAMN. Making your own paint never seemed like such a really hot hobby before. And I never thought a guy helping you put on your earring could be so... damn... sexy and sensual... *tingles*

*checks own ears* Hmm... may need to get these babies repierced, you know, just in case....

Dead Like Me -- So morbidly snarky, it hurts. George rocks - she's like a kindred snarky spirit. That "... whatever" line in the pilot was totally me, and the fact that One recognized it as me is all sorts of scary. Also, who can't love a show that has Mandy Patinkin in it? Inigo Montoya is also love, dude.

The Dead Zone -- AMH is love. AMH is lust. AMH is the clicky (I'm almost certain of it, if we were ever to meet. *nods*) Farmer Ted all growed up is all kinds of right, yo.

|| posted by Pooh at 10:01 PM ... ||

SQUEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Lots of squee-age right now.

Steph - Got the prezzie. Squeeeeee!!!! Colin! *DROOL! Am in the middle of watching it right now. Am loving it immensely. BUT you really need to send crappier gifts next time or else I'll actually start to look forward to That Horrible Day. BTW, Colin hasn't arrived in person yet and I'm getting impatient.

Rach - SQUEEEEE! *bouncy bouncy* SQUEEEE!!! I luv ya, ya lucky bitch. And yes, I'm all sorts of jealous. Hrmph and stuff. But here's some PoohWordsOfWisdom: Love and lust may die and go away, but nothing beats the clicky! If it's clicky at first sight, then it was meant to be. Also... mini-breaks really are true love. LOL. SQUEEEE! Now go forth and spread the clicky. *nods*

Oh god. I'm on a weird sort of high right now. Is very disconcerting. At least being in a squee-mood is better than being moody and temperamental, eh? (Happy now? Hrmph!)

|| posted by Pooh at 4:46 PM ... ||

Ok, mini-peeve:

Those "Special Reports" that interrupt your TV show? Um, yeah... getting pretty f'ing ridiculous.

Here I am, watching Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy on The View (shut up) and they are so so so so so so cute. When suddenly and out of the blue, one of those pesky "SPECIAL Reports" pops up and takes all the cuteness away. So I'm expecting something Really Important, like an Iraq-related report or a huge natural diaster or something bad bad bad bad bad that we just have to know right now. Only, no. Marlon Brando passed away. I'm sure it's a mind-numbing, significant enough to change the rotation of the earth's axis, life-altering event in someone's life. Or maybe in a bunch of people's lives. But really... did it really need a five-minute special report? Maybe I missed the silly memo saying actors (even Brando) were Gods of gods and necessitated such attention.

Or maybe I'm just in a mood again. It's just so hard to tell these days.

*goes back to AMH and the DZ dvds, cuz there's a difference between an actor-god and an actor-sexgod* :P

|| posted by Pooh at 11:28 AM ... ||

*yawn*

*rolls over in bed*

*sloooooooow stretch*

Mmmmm.... I don't always work on Fridays, but today feels especially lazy. I hope the lazy thing doesn't get too boring, seeing how I've got four more days of this... :P

Hmm... what to do now...

|| posted by Pooh at 10:45 AM ... ||

Thursday, July 01, 2004

Ack! Must remember to buy lottery tickets later. Wish me luck. I always wanted to be a sugarmomma. LOL

|| posted by Pooh at 5:32 PM ... ||

Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! Thank goodness for short meetings that still let us leave a good hour early.

I'm free for the next five days! Yay! *crosses fingers*

Rub a dub dub. *does a happy dance*

Hmm... Should we start drinking now or later?

|| posted by Pooh at 5:21 PM ... ||

Motherfreaking @#$#%$^^%&$#%@!!!!!!!!

*sob*

Got back from lunch to find a lovely email from our admin saying our bigbigbigbigbigbigbig head honcho was giving everyone the okay to cut out at 2:30PM to start our holiday break early... unless you had big major important meetings to go to.

You'd think, under the circumstances, our itty bitty weekly technical meeting could be canceled. After all, the Mexico trip just happened, a bunch of people were on vacation this past week, and we didn't really get to do much testing or data analysis. You'd think that. UNLESS the meeting organizer for this week was VanWilder.

Us: So VW, are we still having the meeting today?
VW: Yes. It's at 3.
Us: So, VW, how about we push it up half an hour?
VW: But the meeting is at 3.
Us: Yeah, but we can push it up just a little bit, discuss our stuff, and then have the phone conference with the others at 3 so we can still get out of here relatively early.
VW: But... the meeting is at 3.
Us: We know. We're just saying that --
VW: But... the meeting is scheduled for 3PM.
Us: .....
VW: It's at 3, right?
Us: Nevermind.

*bangs head on desk* Okay, we get it. He has no life outside of work so it doesn't really matter to him whether he leaves early or stays the whole day. I mean, I don't have a life either, but I'd much rather not have a life at home. Grrrr.

|| posted by Pooh at 2:44 PM ... ||

Shouldn't people be on vacation by now? And you know... not clogging my roads? *sigh*

Two more hours until lunch...
Seven more hours until break...

ACK!! Nooooooo! Not an email about a potential Monday trip! *SOBS*

*tiny voice* lemme sleep this weekend please. :(

|| posted by Pooh at 10:20 AM ... ||

Procrastination... baaaaad!!! 'Cuz this loan consolidation stuff is making my head hurt. Why didn't I do this earlier when I said I was? Grrrrr. *smaps self*

Thank goodness tomorrow is the last day of work before my really (REALLY) long weekend. That's right. A beautiful paid, four-day weekend! And in my case, a possible five-day weekend since I don't usually go in on Tuesdays. Hee! *rub rub rub rub rub rub rub rub* Mwahahahaha. (Well, unless they're cruel and make us go to Philly on Monday, and unless I feel guilty and go in on Tuesday.) Sucks that I didn't think this through earlier so I could have planned a trip or something. *smaps self again*

ETA:
Yikes! July 1st! It is now officially three weeks until vaca. Woohoo! It cannot come soon enough because I deserve it, dammit. (And so does the Kiefer. Rowr!)

|| posted by Pooh at 12:08 AM ... ||