[totally edible]

On a totally cheery note, I post this from www.zachbraff.com
(great site, hot man):















This is Zach Braff's doggy with a li'l ol' mohawk and I am just going to Eat. Him. Alive. Could there be anything cuter In. This. World???????

Happy Friday.

[this is a disclaimer]

OKAY - so I just im'ed my friend tracie to hear the honest truth if she thinks I'm going to hell for the blog I just posted. And she says hell yes, I'm going to hell. All I have to say is that I understand that what I'm saying is totally judgmental and closed-minded or whatever you wanna call it. But that's the point. I am aware that it is, and I always feel that way and think to myself, stop feeling that way or looking at it that way. But the fact is, there are many of you out there who understand where I'm coming from. We talk about it. We realize that we sound terrible. I'm sure if I met these people from high school, we would have pleasant conversation and they would fill me in on how happy they are. It's just that wide-shot that gets me. The pre-informed judgment that creeps in and says, not necessarily that YOU are better, but just that YOU could never be doing anything but what you are now.

That's all I'm saying.

What do you think?

p.s. I'm only talking about people from high school.

[honest reflections of a myspace explorer]

Okay, so like the whole myspace.com thing really kinda freaks me out....a lot. I'm all about having an online forum for contact and conversation - that part of it is cool. The part that freaks me out is more the checking out of pages of people you went to high school with and haven't seen in 10 million years and finding out that they have aged and grown or are in another part of the country or have a baby and are married to a soldier from Texas (uck!). That's the part that really freaks me out. I just found out that Kenny is gay (I guess not surprising) and he lost a ton of weight. I found out that Zachary is a sailor - and he lives in Hawaii. A SAILOR. Are you kidding me? Lindsay wrote that her hero is 'my hubby, of course!' and Rachelle is living in some random place in the great state of Pennsylvania. It just gives me that weird feeling of wanting them to know that I'm doing well, but simultaneously not wanting them to know anything at all about me and where I'm at. There's a weird feeling of judgment that comes with going away to school. When you go away you suddenly feel better than people who stayed back. Maybe they're all happy being back in Smalltown, MA and good for them. But it's still strange. If I read that they're living in MA, the word failure comes to mind - unless they're in Boston. How messed up is that? I know how terrible that sounds. And I know that I'm being judgmental and snobby or whatever you wanna call it, but I'm owning up to it, so you can't be mad at me. I'm recognizing that there is something so wrong with this outlook, however, I have spoken with many friends about this feeling and ALL of them feel the same way. I guess it has to do with education - whether that be college or seeing different parts of the world. How can these people who Stayed be happy when there's so much world unexplored? But I have a hard time understanding how someone can be happy marrying a military man, living back home in MA and having a child (with the enthusiasm to dress him in a 'my daddy's a miliary man from Ft. Worth, Texas' baby jumper). Everyone does what makes the happy, I suppose, or what they know...what they learned was the right course of action. They took advantage of situations or they didn't. Some were meant to stay and some to go. Some were meant to marry young and some had their most adventurous years in high school. Some slept with every guy in the class of 1999.

I'm just glad that wasn't, isn't me.

[the needle and the damage done]

Good morning, everyone! My apologies for not posting as daily as I was before. Things have been busy, as I'm sure they have been for you, too. Yesterday I had to go to The Doctor. You know the one. The Women's Doctor. The Scary Doctor. The Put Your Feet In These Stirrups While I Stare At You With A Giant Office Lamp Aimed At Your Loveliness While I Put Gloves On And Talk About Stupid Sh*t Like How Nice The Weather Is And Where I'm From In Massachusetts While I Lay There Silently Saying Eat Sh*t In A Paper Vest That Doesn't Button In The Front Doctor. Yeah, that's the one.

After my appointment, I was asked to go to the 2nd floor and get some blood taken. Now I have to be honest. Getting blood taken is probably one of the most terrible feelings to me. Did I cry? Of course I cried! I freaked out! She took 5 viles of blood. FIVE. She really needed all that?!?! Anyway, I made all sorts of sounds while trying to not look at the syringe in my arm for 15 minutes and kicked my legs and shook my left arm and made clicking noises with my mouth and kept shouting 'is it almost over? are we almost done? when are you taking it out?'. She must've thought I was a lunatic. But I just don't care. I could feel the blood pulling out of my arm...I could feel my arm going all pins and needles on me. Why the hell can't they take it out of my leg? It would be way better coming from that sturdy creature, versus my fragile arm! And get that rubber band off of me before I strangle you with it.

Well, I've got more important tasks today. On top of making a dentist appointment and a Primary Care Physician appointment, I've also gotta take care of some bills, tuition and student health insurance.

Enough about me. How are you?

[an excuse to link to tracie's blog]

Have you seen tracie's current blog face lift? I personally like it as I think it's easier to read and the comments are especially clearer.

www.lowtalk.typepad.com


What do you think? Should she keep it?

[flair, ye be archived]

Quote of the Month - July 2006

"Yeah, I just stare at my desk, but it looks like I'm working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch too, I'd say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work." - Ron Livingston ( Office Space)

"Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta"...

(Photos: Courtesy of This Site)

[is there anybody out there?]

I AM BACK.

DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID, I'M BACK!

Did you miss me?

Yes, folks, I am back to this DC reality and am happy to confide that I am not in a miserable pile of post-vacation reality trippery. I am not crying in a pool under my desk. I am not swearing evil nothings into the atmosphere or directionally towards specific nobodies. I am here and I am fine.

My trip to the Motherland was everything I ever thought it could be...and more. Actually, it was the best trip home I think I've ever had! I enjoyed hanging with the family so much, we did so many great things together, I got to hang out with non-family peeps AND I got to relax. Oh, and horse shoes...I got to play horse shoes. So pretty much the whole week magically turned itself into a month, sensation-wise, and when The Boyfriend and I were back in the pick-up truck, motoring back to the political center of this fine country, I was refreshed, happy and alert. Imagine that?

I hope you all had a fantastical week in my absence and didn't cry too much when I wasn't able to post from the country. In fact, even when I was stealing wireless internet waves at my bro's new condo in Boston, I didn't have the time nor patience to give you a fair, fun and fruity summary of my time away. I am sorry for that. But fear not, for I will post some lovely photographs very very soon. For now, I must commence the final three week countdown til my Post-The University life begins.

Can you believe it?

Happy Tuesday and Happy August 1st. Uh-oh, you know what that means....new Quote of the Month to follow! I know I just made your day.

Know. It.