He seemed no different from the rest

Oh G-d. Today was hellish, indeed. Contemplated skipping psych. Decided against it.

When will the moving STOP!? We're supposed to be all moved into IPM by Friday night. Friday night. What a laugh.

I need to go to bed like at 8pm tonight. 2 hours of sleep = not enough.

"I'm so far back in the closet, I'm finding presents."
Although I am dead, I must hit the gym before I sleep. I didn't get my miles in yesterday, so I need to make those up STAT.

School is pointless.

"My hands are so big."

May is upon us. I start on the 18th, baby. Free at last, free at last...

Welp, I better get some shit into some boxes. Lata.

Carved from stone

Have you ever woken up feeling as though you've been hit by a semi-truck? Exactly.

Getting ready for work this morning. Actually its more like me sitting here in a tie-dye night shirt with a wet turban-like towel on my head. Divine decadence.

"Best play I ever saw, man."

Kyle, I hope you managed to finish your painting and paper by last night. "Hoohoo! AJ RULEZ!" And...scene.

I must find a Wells Fargo on the other side of 470.

For some odd reason I've had Eminem lyrics floating about my head all morning, mostly from the "Without Me" song. Raunchy. Ah well. Its better than ABBA.

One more day left in April, baby.

"These are O.R. scrubs."

"Oh, are they?"

Knit your brow

An odd mood this evening. My eyes feel dead.

Lovely. Received a perfect score on a critique for a novel I never even read. Yay for APS.

Unfortunately only snagged a 92 on my psych exam, tho. Blast.

Work tomorrow...buying that perfume I've had my eye on for the longest time now. Hoorah. Yay for tax refunds, ey?

Bedtime = now. Must do some extreme work on my term papers after slave labor tomorrow. I want to get that shiz done with as early as possible. Groovy.

Kyle, you can do it.

I'm going to die in my bed now. Enjoy the evening.

She's a maniac

Wow. Done with my two papers. I just have to whip up my journal psych notes as well as a small doobie for APS tomorrow, and I am all set. Groovy.

The rents are obsessed with buying new furniture and whatnot for the house. We are doing some MAJOR tile work throughout the house, so woohoo for that, indeed. Tile = grand.

This could be the start...check it out now.

I'm looking forward to moving. Lie. I just have to be sure to finish the majority of my term papers this week before I am left internet-less NEXT WEEK! YOINK! We're doing the cable internet access in every room thang, so that will be mucho helpful. I just don't know when all that will go down, actually. YAY. Online access = necessary. We'll see how we fare, ey?

Welcome to hell.

What a fantastic ending that would be.

Think about your life, Pippin. Days are tame and nights the same.

3...2...1

I am officially avoiding homework. Argh. I shouldn't bitch. I think Matt has enough work to last him 3 lifetimes. No problemo for Matt, tho. He can do it. *Mighty Mouse intro* HE'S MIGHTY MATT, MIGHTY MATT!" Ahem. I'm not right.

Staff meeting = eh. I'm done with that job.

Shawn called while I was in PANDA EXPRESS. HE IS DONE WITH SCHOOL! Lovely. I can feel it coming on...

SUMMER, BABY! *insert booty shake*

I'm ready.

je suis votre compere...

*Hola, all you lovely people! If you feel so inclined -or find yourself in an incredibly boring situation as of current-, feel free to drop me an email whilst you're visiting. You can ring me here.*

And before I head off to work, I would definitely recommend stopping by the domain of the international sensation, one Mister Matt Taylor. Good shtoff.

Tell a grown-up if you smell natural gas

WHYYYYYY?! WHY must evil BREAD enter this HOUSE? Bread + sugar = the devil. Sigh. And I was doing so well. I've decided to keep up with the Pesach tradition of refraining from chametz...indefinitely. Indefinitely = during the week, excluding weekends and major holidays. Ahem.

How can you see into my eyes like open doors...

Heading to work here in a few (I've never typed that before). EH. I am so done with that job. It's been a lovely ride, you see...but we're different people! Really! I promise! You see...its NOT you. Its me!

But being employed does indeed have its benefits, i.e. MONEY. And there is also the MONEY. And did I mention the MONEY? Right. RIGHT.

I cannot believe it. We start the "MAJOR CRAP HAUL II" on Monday. We're aiming for our first night to be on Friday. Oh how I love you, Irish Pat Murphy.

PLEASE DO NOT EAT MY CORNFLAKES

This site rocks my face off.

It is done

THANK THE GOOD LORD IN HEAVEN! Our house back in the VILLE has indeed SOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!! FINALLY! We closed JUST this morning on it! Excitement. Relief. Glory.

Just finished a lovely interview with one Dr. Chris Allen for my FUND class. Well...at least ONE final is indeed out of the way. Thank G-d my tape recorder decided to work, as well. Yay. Now about those research papers...

Happy birthday, Mel Dawg. :)

EAT IT!

Today marks a great day in the Andrea v Kyle history. As of this late Thursday evening/Friday morning, I am hotter than Kyle. 9.4 on the hot or not scale, baby! MWAHAHHAHA! Uh yea. Some things are just important to me. Examples: Flinstone vitamins, the color orange, the Evansville Otters minor league baseball team, and your mom. Wow. I should not blog post-carbothon.

That's right. Passover = officially over. We broke the leaven fast with alfredo and sinful breadsticks. YAY. I could barely eat half of it. After living a week off of cherry jam and bananas, pasta is a bit much.

The land of race car ya ya's...

Work = tomorrow. I am beat. The house is spiffy b/c we had to show it a few times this evening. EH. We SHOULD be moving into our new house next week. Blah.

I bought the TEEN WOLF dvd. Can you say 1985? I was in love with one Mr. Michael J. Fox. Well, not at age 3, but I was hooked by 8. *insert weird heart beat effects* WOLF! WOLF! 2 MINUTES IN THE CLOSET! Never say die. I need you to eat this WHOLE bowl of jello. Surfing on vans = yay. I am indeed a troll. I have that film memorized. Sad.

Shania Twain needs to LEAVE.

I'm losing it. Sleep = necessary. Keep it real, folks.

Someday we'll find it

Today was incredibly odd, let me tell you. Work = eh. I'm done there in less than 3 weeks. *insert evil laugh*

Tried to do three pull-ins; all were unsuccessful. Babies hate me.

Yay.

It rained off and on today, and the whole city/mountain range is now dominated by cumulonimbus clouds. My fave.

"Today skies are painted colors of a cowboy's cliche'
And strange how clouds that look like mountains
in the sky are next to mountains anyway."

John = great.

Class tomorrow, but I don't have anything due. I need to get that interview for FUND done by MONDAY. I am such a douche. I better call someone by tomorrow night. Ugh. By this time next week, I will be pumping out research papers faster than Zeta Jones babies.

Anywho...Kyle is getting sick. Its NOT SARS, Kylo! Its mostly likely another case of the clap, you stanky ho beast.

Barry Glassner is a troll

It is definitely a cloudy morning over here. YAY. Off to work here in juuuust a few.

I am gasming at the thought of going to see Dashboard and Beck at REDROCKS this summer, as well as R.E.M. in August. Hells yes. The Redrocks = uh yes. Too bad John isn't playing there, but yay for the Fillmore. Ahem.

My face itches.

I have 7 days left of school, baby.

Of course I have two research papers due for finals that I have yet to start. Yay. No hay pedo.

And as for me...

The NLL rules. Or just wearing stuff that says NLL rules.

Must call Mel and Wes tonight...

Well, my children. It is time to press the pants. I am indeed a postal worker in disguise. Or a meter maid. Call me Rita.

Mon Dieu, que vos enfants sont laids...

Monday = over. The psych test was a breeze. Hoorah.

I gotta hit the cement and do a few miles here, so I best be off.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


Uh...Vin Diesel?

Yakkity Yak

DONE with my crap papers. Yay. I just have to study for my psych exam, but I'm not too worried about it. I just need to get an A, tho. We only have 2 exams this whole semester, and I received my ONLY B on the first one. Nice.

Dad made some AWESOME cheesecake with a delicate, crumbly matzah/walnut crust. LIKE BUTTAH.

Cleaned the room a bit today. We SHOULD be moving by next weekend, but you never know what can happen. Blah. I am throwing EVERYTHING I don't need away. I already have a huge ass black trash bag locked and loaded for the donation drop-off. I'm sure that won't be the only one I have before the end of the week.

I must fit in a few miles tomorrow morning before I head to school. That means waking up at 4am. Ahem. If I don't do it in the morning, I doub't I'll feel up to it when I get back in Parker circa 7pm. Yee. We'll see.

Anywho...I'm off! Until lata...

Sarah Mclachlan's version of RAINBOW CONNECTION will melt your soul. Get it.

OOOO! Go to The Spark and take the latest quizzes. Rock on. They have a new "mutant" quiz from the X-Men 2 flick. And is it just me, or is Alan's photo way too small and hidden in the crook of Hugh Jackman's arm? Unacceptable.

So please, sir, if you run into my momma...

Blah. Sunday. Work = closed today, so slave labor has been delayed until Tuesday. Nice.

The USA Weekend published a story about the growing popularity of haikus (seriously, who doesn't like them?). However, the article stated that the "genre's fans" rationalize the American popularity of the haiku in the following statement:

"The genre's fans say that haiku is ideal for Americans, an audience with a short attention span and aspirations of a life in letters."

Who are these fans of the genre? Stuffy Americans? Iowa's East High School haiku club? Come on. Americans don't want to read a lengthy sonnet, either. Anything over 3 lines is just too damn long for us. Give us some credit here, people. I think I can handle at LEAST 2 stanzas. *Ahem*

Troll.

I'm goin' like Elsie.

The DAY of the SHOW, ya'll!

HA! Snagged "Waiting for Guffman" at Border's this evening and just finished watching it. I WAS CRACKING. Yay for community theatre.

Not too much else going on this weekend. I have 3 papers to whip up for Monday, so yay. I don't have work tomorrow *yay for pagan holidays* so I will have ample time to complete those.

I need to get back into theatre before it kills me.

"You all are BASTARD people!" Priceless.

Trends

There's a time when you're left alone with your thoughts. Generally this time is feared by the masses, and hardly (if ever) occurs. This is the time when we doubt ourselves. Doubt what we're doing in life. What we believe in. We poke holes in our "comfortable" means of living.

At times I feel like I could rip to shreds everything I have been taught. To start from scratch. Completely. I would immerse myself in tongues, music, art, and cultures other than my own from an incredibly young age. How would I be different? Who would my friends be? No doubt I wouldn't have the same friends that I had in high school. Ugh. High school.

It is indeed an evening for rants, and I refuse to apologize for that. What have I been missing?

Headache.

This makes me sick. PLEASE! Someone out there with a bloody column on the LIFETIME television WEBSITE please tell me WHAT I can do to "WOW" the world. Because we all want to be different, right? We all can "make our mark" during the course of our pitiful little lives. Its nice to have such dreams...to be so disillusioned. But the bottom line is that we're here, and we can make whatever we want out of it.

Some people devote their lives to quibbling about politics or music or film until they turn into the dust of the earth. Yes, you can bicker, but there are still people dying and going to hell every single day. I think we need to follow our hearts, not some ridiculous LIFETIME CHANNEL column. Please, people. We are relying more and more on crap such as thus. Stop watching your Oprah and Dr. Phil. Stop buying magazines that promise to give you all the answers you've ever wanted in life. Lies. We want to live a life with meaning. We need to cut off the petty, persistent and fake crap thrown out to us everyday. We need REAL answers, not a carrot on a string.

GG Quote of the Day

Blanche: Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to relax in a hot, steamy bath, with just enough water to cover my perky bosoms.

Sophia: You're gonna lay in an inch of water?

Priceless.

"This world to her was but a tragic play. She came, saw, dislik'd, and passed away."

The morning after the Pesach seder blows the morning after Thanksgiving RIGHT out of the water. Can you say charoset? UH yes. Since this year we're observing Sephardic style, we can INDEED have rice and rice noodles...rock on. HOWEVER, we can't have anything with corn in it. Even corn syrup. So...there goes ketchup, salad dressings, blah blah. Corn syrup is in EVERYTHING. But hoorah for symbolism. Like leaven and *ahem* corn syrup, sin is everywhere.

Heading to work in a little less than two hours. Yeee.

My eyes feel dead.

Audioslave just rocks my core.

If you haven't bought Michael Bubl�'s album yet, you should be beaten with a wet noodle (a rice noodle, of course).

Hag Sameach Pesach.

Time is running out.

�I got punk pants for 70 dollars,� Lindsey Carstetler, 13, said. �I also got a belt with holes in it for only 50 dollars. I�m going to be so punk this year."

Now its over

Wow. Definitely a day and a half, people. I have about 4 weeks of school left, but mentally I have been done for two weeks. Heh.

Passover starts tonight. I was supposed to view About Schmidt downtown this evening, but I wouldn't be able to make it home in time for the seder. Ah well. What can ya do, ey? So seder time = tonight. For more info on the Pesach holiday, check this site out.

I AM CRACKING!

So YAY for sitting through a 4 hour seder this evening. Fun times, indeed.

This week has just been ODD. Very odd.

So....work tomorrow, yea. YAY for money making. We should be busy.

Everyone in my college is a flaming liberal.

I need sleep.

"If I don't get a pair of hands, I will commit suicide."

Troll a carol

Just taking some time for some iced tea and strawberries before I get ready for work. Yay.

Had some crazy dreams last night. They consisted of me bathing with Will Ferrel, attending a Margaret Cho show in which Margaret was demonstrating how to operate on babies, and some weird run-in with Michael Jackson. That little dude from WEBSTER was there, as well. I was feeding him hot chocolate out of a mini dixie cup. I was with Michael on his way to some conference in which a bunch of transexuals would be there...I have no idea. We have a gay, bisexual and transgender office in our student union that I pass everytime I go in, so perhaps the whole transgender thing was in my mind. And I DID watch parts of Cabaret last night, so you never know, people. Liza + Michael = BFF. BWA!

Anywho, I better get ready before time runs away from me. Woo.

(Dm) Where are you going? (C) Where are you (Am)going? (Dm)
Will you take me with (C)you?(Am)
For my (Dm)hand is cold and needs (C)warmth(Am)
Where are you (Dm)going?

This broken vase that used to hold me

Today = lazy day. Class went by extremely slowly for some odd reason. Eh. I sat out after FUND for about an hour taking in the sun and reading up on property cases for APS. Property DOESN'T exist. Its such a nebulous term, people. And we spend about 2 hours bickering about it in class? Sick.

Ah well. Tomorrow is indeed another day. Another worthwhile day raking in the pennies, that's fo shizzle.

Saw a "MAN-BOY" on 16th street. I'm not surprised. It was a grown man that had the face of a five year-old. Not kidding. WHY IS THIS INTERESTING TO ME? Sorry. But he WAS a man-boy.

Kyle, remind me to tell you about CAGNEY...I left a message on your machine about it.

I want Tony Robbins as MY personal life coach.

"O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy.

Sunday night. I had an extra-long, extra-enjoyable fireside chat with Nathan this evening. We are definitely exploring some new and surprsingly familiar ground about relationships and such. Nathan just RULES.

I need to wake up extra early tomorrow in order to fix my face. I should try a bit more on school days to avoid looking like a zombie slob. Seriously.

Oh wow. Mom put together the most delicious of treats this evening: homeade whipped cream and fresh strawberries. I could die happy.

Messed about with my new phone after work...programmed all my voice-activated dialing and whatnot. The fun stuff. I am indeed a dork.

Ah well. I believe I am going to watch Amadeus again before I retire for the eve, so I bid you adieu, trolls.

Eathy Peathy

Wow. Online banking is a DREAM, people. Definitely one of my favorite things.

Just doing some necessary things before I head off to work in an hour or so. No doubt we'll get the lovely CHURCH crowd. Yay.

I need to cut out my excess spending like NOW. I spend an average of 20 dollars a week on crap that I could live without, i.e. lunch and gum. I need to start packing my lunch at home, most definitely. And as for gum? Well...I'll dig into my coffee can change for such purchases. Right on. This calls for some serious planning.

Anywho, it is a fantastic day outside. After this week, we only have a week and a half more of April. After April...it is most definitely SUMMER EXTRAVAGANZA! Well, of course, after finals. Yay. I could really care less.

I need to start packing my crap, ASAP. We're going to be moving by the end of this month, and I don't want such a huge event to to come up and bite me in the arse. I need to get on that.

I also need to find someone in the community that I could do my interview for CMM with. I'm debating whether I should ring someone up at the Y, or if I should possibly track an owner of a local art gallery down for the interview. I'm not too sure, but I better get cracking before next week on such a project.

We're exchanging our phones today, people. A sad day, indeed. I'm not sure if I am going to keep my number, so I'll try to keep those of you with that info updated as to any changes that go down. WEEE!

Alrighty, I suppose I should finish getting ready before I have to leave. JOY. Until next time...

How can you mend a broken heart?

Whoa. Walk-out fiesta part deux. That was the most sorry excuse for a production of "Godspell" I have ever seen. They COMPLETELY COPIED THE FILM! Hello! Godspell the MUSICAL, not the rip-off film version. I was disgusted. Although the voice talent was certainly there, the direction was pitiful. I was sick. As a result, we walked out right before intermission. Ugh.

On a lighter note, we headed to Borders afterwards for a mocha and music/book fiesta (second usage of "fiesta" in this blog. Eat it.)
It was highly enjoyable, indeed. I bought the "LIKE BUTTAH" album of the year, Michael Bubl�'s self-titled debut album. Can you say Andrea meltage? BUY HIS ALBUM NOW. YOU need it. This kid is going places.

In addition to Mr. Bubl�'s album, I purchased Fiction Plane's "Everything Will Never be OK." They are definitely worth checking out, people.

Anywho, I plan on taking it easy for the rest of the evening. Ray Romano is hosting SNL tonight with Zwan as the musical guest. I am still debating whether or not to view. EH. We'll see.

Exchanging phones tomorrow--blah. I will terribly miss my baby Sony Ericsson. Ah well. If the Colorado ATT wireless people can't extend the GSM technology fast enough, I'll have to settle for less. NICE.

I was able to fit in some much needed sleepage today, so YAY for that. Highly enjoyable.

For now I am off. Keep your breathless charm, trolls.

Black Snake

And howdy doo. I had the most crazy dreams last night. They included a middle school assembly where I refused to sing "America the Beautiful," and Josh Claybourn threatened to beat me up, as well as some others which I will only disclose to Kyle. Yay.

Well, I must run for now...going out to see GODSPELL! Most excellent. Yay for "hot dates." Hardly.

Good job

I just saw a lovely clip of the new pornographic Jennifer Lopez music video. She's done an entire rip-off of every "Flashdance" scene down to the "water dumping" on stage. WHAT THE HELL? She's also dancing around in something that barely covers her ass. WHY? As if the objectification of women isn't already EXTREME enough in our media! We are objects to be bought and sold.

Sure, one could argue that by dancing around with her ass hanging out, Jennifer is forging the road for other female "musical artists" to beat her at her own game...push the limits. In five years (or less), it will be common for music videos to feature dancing naked women. We already condone that in our local nudy-bars downtown. What's going to stop it from merging into the mainstream...onto MTV? Very little.

As an artist, I would much rather present myself as a WHOLE person. I'm not a pair of boobs, an ass on your screen or face on a magazine cover. I do indeed think the human form is beautiful and should be appreciated, but NOT this way. Not this way.

Its hard to ignore the fact that crimes against women have risen four times faster than the general crime rate, and three out of four women will suffer a violent crime. Its difficult to ignore these shocking statistics. What the hell is going on in our society, people? When are women going to be perceived as whole human beings instead of objects to be fondled physically and emotionally?

Day after day alone on a hill
the man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him,
they can see that he`s just a fool
and he never gives an answer
but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down and the eyes in his head see the world spinning `round

Listerine strips = acid.

Talked with Nate tonight--always good times.

I believe I'm at the end of my rope this evening. Work tomorrow. Bank duties.

That eclair could choke a donkey.

Goodnight, people.

Much love,
The always and forever future wife of the one and only Derek Morris *HOLD ON TO YOUR DREAMS!*,
-A

One...singular sensation

Whew. Its early.

I'm on flex today, so I could be at work until 4-ish. Eh. Money = needed. Speaking of, tomorrow is pay day, thank G-d. Time to dig up the jar in the back yard and jam some more cash in it. Or not.

This week is going by so extremely fast, and I love it. Just a mere two and a half weeks left of April! YAY!

Anywho...I'm going to grab some protein before I head to work. Mucho benefici�l!

Take it easy, people.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn for sega." -Jason Lee

Its back.

The Hebrew Hammer

YAY. Got out of classes early today. Had lunch with Gordon and his sister before leaving for the day. Most EXCELLENT of times.
It is excellent to have an ally in my crap-tastic APS class. Gordon should actually be TEACHING the class, as far as I'm concerned. I love it.

The rest of the week I am going to be working and taking it easy. I am done for now with all my midterms and research papers. UH...about time.

Nothing else is shakin', so I believe I am going to take a NAP. Delicious.

Yay

I cannot believe I am done. The research paper came out like BUTTAH. 7 pages, easy. My other smaller paper was more difficult to write because I really didn't care about the topic. YEE haw. I don't even remember what I wrote about. Eh. I'm sure I'll get full credit. No big whoop.

I'm tired.

Last day of school until next week = tomorrow. JOY. Bring it. I am going to come home from work on Thursday and die in my bed. Sounds like a plan. I get paid on Friday, and I vow to avoid excess spending until the 10th of May. THEN its splurge time. Saving is just extremely necessary right now. Blah.

Matt called me this afternoon, so YAY. I just needed it. Definitely a great stress-reliever. Rock on.

Anywho...I am going to hop into bed. I feel so relieved from getting all that crapola done. YAY. Gotta wake up soon, so I am outs.

"The average person thinks he isn't."

-Father Larry Lorenzoni

It makes dee vorld go 'rrrrrround

Tuesday, Tuesday. About to head to work here in a few. I allowed myself an extra hour of sleep this morning to catch up from this weekend. Gut idea.

Ahh...so that presentation doobie is OVER, and my research paper is due tomorrow. It won't take me long to pump that out this afternoon. I only have to work until 2 (not on flex), so I will have ample time to finish it. I already have my key results as well as my discussion/conclusion, so YEE haw.

APS went by rather swiftly yesterday...good times. I dodged the TEA ROSE PERFUME-GASM chick that usually sits next to me, THANK G-D. My sinuses needed a break.

Nate ended up going out with that militant christian chick on Friday. I am cracking. You poor nice guys need to say NO to trolls.

Shawn has finals this whole week, and is finished with school by next week. Andrea = jealous. May is getting closer and closer...

Nothing else crappening as of late. RTD didn't strike, so yay for that. It was dumping snow on campus yesterday afternoon...what the hell? Eh. I don't even know.

Geraldo Rivera is JUST not a popular person.

Mmmkay, people. Time to iron zee clothes.

A mark, a yen, a buck or a pound. *clink*

Amadeus is just one of the finest films ever made. Tom Hulce? You rule.

Ugh

Wrapped up that ridiculous presentation board I had to do. SICK. It looks nice, but I really don't care as of right now if I get an A or not. DON'T CARE.

Crap. I forgot to call Shawn this evening...hopefully he can forgive me. I had to make a late-night run to Walmart for some fake roses for the board. 88 cents! Bad A.

My research paper is due on Wednesday. I'll be glad to get that out of my hair, as well as that snazz-tastic paper on the Culture of Fear book that I have yet to finish. YAY.

I have no idea what time it is right now. This daylight savings crap never ceases to annoy me.

Anywho, I am off to bed for a few hours before I have to leave. Its a mad world, indeed.

"Intelligence reports from Pakistan say that Osama Bin Laden
is constantly on the move and is always surrounded by an
entourage of ten people. As a result, Bin Laden keeps getting
mistaken for Jennifer Lopez."

-Conan O'Brien
YAY for daylight savings time! Ahem. I completely forgot about it this morning, but I always wake up an extra two hours early for work, so everything is indeed kosher.

I have to finish my presentation crap for FUND tonight...I need to make some color copies ASAP.

Last night I drove down to Second Spin--Mecca for music and film lovers everywhere. Their selection is unbelievable. I picked up the Dazed and Confused DVD (are you HAPPY NOW, Shawn?) as well as the Zero 7 album that Matt told me to get some time ago. This is the first time I have found it ANYWHERE in Colorado. Snoogins.

I am buying Titus next week. Anthony Hopkins? Yes. Alan? UH yes.

We woke up this morning with 3 INCHES of snow on the ground and on our vehicles, but NONE on the streets. What's the deal?

Talked to Grandad last night, and I can't help but have feeling he thinks I am something of a misanthrope. EH.

Nicole Kidman = awesome. I couldn't agree more with her philosophy on "casual" relationships:

"I want someone who says, 'I will stand by you and be there for you and your life is just as important to me as mine.' I like to be in love. Nothing casual. I'm not interested in casual. I'm waiting for someone to come rock my world."

Bueno, I suppose I should be off and getting ready for work. I only work from 11-4 today, so YAY.

OOOOO! Mike Myers has announced that there will indeed be an Austin Powers 4. I AM CRACKING.

I put a spell on you

Eddie's at it again.

This week has absolutely flown by. Amazing.

Not too much going on today. I have work in a few hours, but that's it. Shabbat tonight! Yay.

Talked to Matt yesterday afternoon/evening. Good times.

Hmm...the search for protein is ON. I can barely keep my eyes open. I need to hit the gym ASAP. Maybe a juice fast is in order. I feel like my body is just full of toxins. Time to RENEW.

You better come with cash

Thursday. My favorite day of the week for absolutely no reason.

Going to work in a few, so that will be a grand time. I'm going to actually come home and do some work for next week. Good stuff.

YES! I finally got a chance to sit down and have lunch with Gordon yesterday. Amazing. More details later.

I need to call Kyle today.

Didn't get through all of Amadeus last night. That film is spectacular...one of my all-time favs. I'm def. going to have to snag it on DVD.

ANYWHO, I am going to finish getting ready here.

"How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news..."

Blue moon

What the hell? Well smack my butt and call me Chuck! MATT BLOGGED! I love it! Luxury lifestyle? I am cracking. Check it out here.

Auf wiedersehen, mein Herr.

I would have paid sweet sweet cash to see the revival of Cabaret on Broadway with Alan in 1998. Bob Fosse's work is delicious.

I have a paper to write for MASS, so I better get cracking on that one. Eh.

Where are you, Kyle?

I HOPE I GET MY RAISINS FROM FRESNO!

So I have about an hour here before I am heading to work. Excellent.

April is HERE, people! Too exciting. In one month and 17 days from now I will be in paradise.

OOOO! Thought of some great ideas for the show this summer. I definitely want to get more people involved with the show, and I believe I know just how to accomplish that. Killah.

Caress IS nature's silk!

Time to press the pantalones...