Bat Yesushalyim

Shabbat.

This week I've been chewing an extreme amount of gum to retain breath freshness and sanity whilst in the workplace. I'm paying for it tonight with hardcore jaw pain. YES!

Broke out the heater blanket (the best purchase of my life) tonight because it is hella cold. My friend all year-round, that's for sure. Thick and thin, baby...thick and thin!

So sad.

Sleeping in tomorrow. What more is there to say?

So much.

Goodnight, chittlins'!

Chuck T's + Icy driveway = NO

So just got home from another lovely 11 hours of work. How I love my job. Ahem. But seriously, sleep deprivation increases the hilarity following a comment such as "barrel of monkeys" to bounds of and which you have never dreamed.

WHO THINKS OF THESE THINGS?

Oh, it kills me. M.B. looking extra tired tonight, but he can pull it off with such a face. So sweet and yet chillingly mature. Its only all too typical that he has a girlfriend. But not for long! Muahahahha....muahahah...I mean what?

So yes. Snowy + mucho icy today. I de-iced the civic about 3 times. Bone-chilling weather, people. Only in Colorado will you only follow a day of fires with one of ice and snow.

Knot in shoulder.

ITS THE HOT POCKET METHOD!

I was 34 years old, and my life had just started.

Whose life ISN'T directed by Cameron Crowe, people?

I suppose everyone is on this search, whether they know it or not. This search to find their other half. If it exists. Is the drive for the sheer purpose of procreation, happiness, peace...what? I don't know, but I find myself thinking about it. Perhaps it is because as I'm getting older, my peer group is doing just this: pairing. And we're not just talking about sex here. We're talking about marriage. Engagement. I tell you the truth when I say that it freaks me out.

I don't know.

The search for the other half. Do we make one together, or do one and one make two?

Crap, I don't know. And I don't know why I'm thinking about it. I'm just thinking about the people that have been in my life the past two years and why I simply don't care for interaction that much any more. It doesn't seem important to me. And it isn't. The relationships I'm involved in today have been active for 4+ years. Anything newer seems irrelevant and worth tossing aside. What does this mean? Andrea's misanthropia coming to fruition?

R.E.M. = just OLD.

EMOTIONALLY UNAVAILABLE

These days...

This weekend marks our move to Denver. Sweet sweet joy.

Danny Devito's mini-wife from Cheer's !

1983

If that's all you'll be, you'll be a waste of time

Will I get better or stay the same?

GAVIN DEGRAW: "MEANING"

Smoking? Ugh. Why does he have to SMOKE?!? Damn. Does it bother me? Yes and no. We'll see.

I'm gonna love you more than anyone...

Need to make cookies for mom to make up for being the satan daughter. Tollhouse pre-cut cookie dough purchase is in the near future.

UH...legs?

Come home from crap work and get dog shit all over my shoes and jeans. How I love life. Didn't call mom to say "Hello" so I am officially the satan child. What the hell?

Tracy is a freaking laugh and a half. I can't feel my legs.

Going to bed at 8:30 tonight...

Loves ya much...

Summon Your Talent at Will

Finally watched the end of Devil's Advocate, and I am thoroughly disturbed. Hmm...

For some reason, Blazing Saddles is on the spanish channel, and its just freaky watching Gene Wilder dubbed in espanol.

Charlie Rose is one of the most boring people alive.

I'm sorry, but Keanu Reeves in suspenders = bliss.

COMPLETELY irrelevant.

But I thought you LIKED green!

I can't keep this in. Caught a glimpse of the RMA's tonight, and EVERYONE is sporting a faux-hawk or a mohawk. WHAT the crap?

We gotta get outta here before one of those things kills guy!

Who introduced YOU to body shimmer?

Had a bizarre dream about high school. I was still in choir, and Mr. Becker was wearing this amazing see-thru body suit along with a tux jacket. Seriously, I think I'm onto something here. I just miss Garth. ALSO--we had to dive for dildos in a whirlpool full of old shit.

ALSO...I was shopping in a craft shop and ran into Kelli Claybourn and Josh. Josh's girlfriend looked like that chick from the YMCA this summer with the eyebrow ring. Long and frizzy hair, but minus the bandana. That chick was def. faux badass.

I'm ready for my MOUTH close-up!

Watching the Linkin Park video, "Numb." Yay! Just what we need! More songs about failure and mommy not loving us enough. Oh, and close-ups of that white dude's lip ring. Soooo cool!

Excuse me while I angrily throw paint on a canvas...

Come back to bed

Got ready this morning for work and almost fell over in the shower, so decided that work was not best thing for moi today. Went in anyway to turn in paperwork and tell them what's up, so mucho fun there. Not. But Shawn was there...had glasses on today. Lord. I am in high school.

THEY'RE ACTUALLY PEOPLE!!

I need sleep.

Chicken soup not necessarily good for the soul...

Woke up extremely nauseated today, but I'm not surprised. I start work tomorrow, but I doubt that's going to happen.

Got down some chicken soup tonight, so yay RAH! I'm aiming for some solid foods in a few days...

I'm sorry, but Wildboys(z) cracks me up. Those dudes are so going to eat it one of these days.

THE WORLD'S DUMBEST PLACE TO SWIM

My grandad turned 74 today.

Oh Lord

So I just got back from the hospital this evening. WHAT MADNESS! I don't even know.

So I woke up yesterday morning with some killer nausea, took some pepto, then went back to sleep. I woke up in the afternoon puking my guts out. I took a couple tylenol with a sip of water, then chucked that up as well. YAAAAAY! SO puking ensued until 4:30, when I went to the doctor. I had a migraine, my back was killing me, and I had more abdominal pain than I would ever wish upon my worst enemy. I wanted to die.

So they ran me to the ER, took them 4 tries to get an IV started (YAY!), and then took some blood for a CBC amongst other things. My w. blood count was 12, 000....normal is between 5 and 7 thou. This is a sign of appendicitis. MORE FUN!!

So after loading me up with some awesome pain meds and nausea meds (the same stomach cancer patients receive...they worked wonders), I drank tons of contrast dye for my catscan (sp?). After almost two hours, I had my catscan, and that came out normal, THANK GOD. SO then they wanted to keep me there for the night because of my pain and for observation. 5 IV bags and still THIRSTY! WOO!

So some dude came in at 4am and took more blood from me (YESSS!) and I dozed off and on until 8. The rents spent the night with me as well, so they were oot and aboot the room helping me go to the bano and whatnot. I felt like a kid. Sick.

So I woke up at 10 without nausea (THANK GOD AGAIN) and just with a slight headache. I seriously just wanted to go home. The Doc came in, did a brief exam, and said I was good to go. So yee HAW.

I've basically been sleeping on and off this evening with some crazy A dreams. UH...I am a werewolf? WHAAAT?! I don't know.

So yay for the rents constantly at my side and awesome nurses and docs helping me out. Its been weird, but I suppose sometimes your stomach and intestines just need to be inflamed once in your life. YAAAY! The end.

You MUST pay the rent! But I CAN'T pay the rent!

Felt mucho better this morning. I can't take Angelina Jolie's lips...they just look DEAD...and chapped.

You could draw a straight line over Justin Timberlake's eyebrows.

He's such a FRIENDLY boy...why won't anyone play with him??

How do you keep the music playing?

By the grace of God I can now walk upright without the urge to regurge. Sp? Eh.

Song: Aqualung-Another Little Hole

This life can only leave us lonely.

So yes...mom's birthday was today. Good times all around. I love my mom. She just deserves so MUCH.

My near-sightedness is getting WORSE. YAY! Gotta head to the doc soon.

I NEED STILL LIFE!

Won't you take me home...(insert cello sigh)

Happy Birthday, Ma!

Do you mind if i always love you?

I am seriously going to puke...I don't remember ever being this ill.

heaven's gonna burn your eyes...

"Just because we're rich doesn't make us bad people! *GIGGLE*"

Uh...yes it does.

No annual fee!

So my first day of work was today. How I love/hate orientations. We're opening the new store, so everyone is going to be somewhat unfamilair with the new procedures and layouts.

Why am I in retail?!

Ah well. Extremely hilarious sexual harassment VHS. QUID PRO QUO, BABY!

I'm definitely looking forward to the free ski passes and rentals. Bad freaking ass. I'm also going to snag some new and improved clubs. Sometimes you just NEED a wedge. Not that kind.

Getting a credit card to...you know...build credit. I don't know what David Ramsey would say, but I'm going to do it regardless. And so it begins...

I desperately need to develop my film, but I have not the time for it. Those should be fab...

Chris took some great photos the other night, so at least those should be coming within the week.

Going to dinner with my cousins (1st removed style) tonight, which will truly prove to be a riot and a half. I'm excited.

I'm convinced that bi-polar alco on the real world looks like an alien. Seriously. No one's eyes should be that far apart.

FAUX-HAWKS are out. So forget it, french dude.

Should I do liberty or traditional platinum?

I have nothing of great significance to write about. Ever.

Not so much

I just don't know who plays video games.

What DJ can play Billy Joel's "This is the Time" for the last song at a prom and NOT get stoned?

Something I dislike about peanut butter: oftentimes the aftertaste is reminiscent of cigarette smoke. WHY?

My closet needs organizing.

Demi Moore just needs to go to a nursing home. Striptease was so 1996.

$400?!?

Last night was enjoyable. Many photos were taken, and Hedwig was shared.

I need to clean my room today BIG TIME.

Blah. Sundays do indeed bite the big one, but nevertheless, work shall be completed.

BORING ENTRY. WHO IS JANICE PARMAR?!

"One time, I fell asleep in a satellite dish, and woke up with this hellacious sunburn and the ability to smell colors!"

The Awakening

Something has been missing from my life.

I watched a film this evening that definitely raised some questions about religion, beliefs, God, the whole bit. What to do?

Right now I feel that "believing" would be the result of fear. Fear of dying and going to hell for all eternity. Noted, a pretty shitty situation. But shouldn't "believing" be the direct result of sincerely wanting a relationship with God? NOT just wanting to proverbially "cover one's ass?"

SO uh...how 'bout those Cubs?

TRANNNNSFER!

Its done, people. Andrea is officially now a theatre major after 2 years in denial (a.k.a. COMMUNICATIONS. Cue puking).

Today was just a GOOD day. School in the morning, shopping in the afternoon, and lunch with Lisa and Chris. GENNA = MARRIED? ALYSSA = MARRIED? BEN & NICOLE = #2 KID?! What the HELL, people?! I don't get this. I'm getting old.

Can anyone start this thing?

Don't believe its Friday...

Work starts Tuesday. Blah.

CHIPOTLE + TCBY = YAY.

Tomorrow = shenanigans with Lisa and Chris part deux.

The return of Spinal Tap?

'Ave you heard of the "The Darkness?" They are some crazy ass people. Excuse me, I ordered the SKIN TIGHT jump suit, thank you.

I'm definitely about doubled over from the pain I'm experiencing right now.

Last words

Just got back from viewing KILL BILL. Holy shit, that was an awesome flick. Noted, its probably the most blood-filled violence gasm of a film I've ever seen. The end.

Starbucks trip not resulting in Latte consumage

So why am I going to a film at 10 pm on a Wednesday night? Because I can.

My legs are in mucho pain right now. My bloody right knee hasn't stopped spasming. Calcium, please? Yay for not being able to drink milk. My bones will be powder by age 38.

Good chili night. Kosher corn bread = uh yum?

These UB clogs are like butter in shoe form.

LIKE BUTTAH! Oh my God, I saw Streisand on Oprah yesterday as I was flipping channels whilst Trading Spaces was on commercial. Her mic MATCHED HER OUTFIT! It was OFF-WHITE! Who can do that BESIDES Barbara? WHO IS BEN? Crap. I forgot Ben's last name. MELCHIORS! Wait! Or is it Melchoirs? Hell, I don't know. Some people just don't stay with you. Hmm...

Little Shop! AGHH!

Need latte NOW.

Good shit!

Holy crap. I've been gone all day coffee-ing and shopping. Mix in a little dining.

Chris is coming out here tomorrow. Weird and fun.

Bought some new leather boots tonight...uh HELLS yes. Also snagged some UB black clogs with the lambs wool lining. A must for winter.

Have another interview tomorrow morning, as well as Friday. GARY from HB called me on the cell whilst I was trying on bootage.

SHIIIIIT! I thought I had turned in my multitude of lib. books today, but I see one GLARING BACK at me from my night stand. Ah well. I'll be in town tomorrow anyway. Damn you, photography field guide!!

I miss you, Kyle.

OOOOO! Picked out some fab purple plates at Foleys. I want some medit. blue-ness to complete the set. AND ALL stainless steel appliances. A bitch to clean, but yet so modern-this-is-a-robot-house kind of look.

I have this urge to paint my room a tealish-green with eastern writing trim. Hmm...but not too practical for the fam when I move out. We'll see.

Is it just me, or does Justin Guarini KIND OF look like Tom Hanks? Either way, I would still push him down some stairs if I had half a chance.

Cheap books and legal stimulants! SIGN UP HERE!

Its a wopping 28 DEGREES! 28 DEGREES! I CAN'T FEEL MY TOOOOOOES!

SO. Have yet another interview tomorrow afternoon. I should have three job offers to choose from, so let the highest bidder win! Or not. Huzzah.

Cecilia had beautiful penmanship.

I don't know about you, but I certainly get a spectacular sense of self from merely ordering coffee.

I'm freaking.

It's not even 8:30 pm, and I am already tired. THANK GOD.

Had my hair cut this evening by my beloved mane-trimmer, Emily. That woman is not only a fellow gigonoggin, she is a DIVA.

Spongebob is floating at about half-mast.

Kit Kat is by far the best chocolate/wafer treat known to man.

I would sure enjoy a shiatsu leg massage right about now.

I wonder if Kyle is sober...

Jumanji has to be one of the worst films of ALL time.

"I was wrongfully terminated due to the fact that I will not put this lion's mane into a hairnet!"

What a feelin'

Too many things on my mind tonight. I can't sleep. I even hiked all morning/afternoon, so I should be good to go...ya know?? Sigh.

Orlando Bloom = yay.

So here it is. 5:15 in the am. How I love this.

Things should work out so I can go to the M. Moore shindiggy on Wednesday. We shall see.

Drug test tomorrow for the new job. Looking forward to being strip-searched. YAAAY!

I don't even KNOW what to do, people.

I'm cold.

Ah well. I'm going to take yet another stab at sleeping. We'll see how that turns out, yea? I need to turn it all off.

I'm Ashton Kutcher, and I AM AWESOME!!!

Yaaaay Sukkot.

Let's NOT do another 4am bedtime again, mmkay? I'm definitely feeling this migraine.

Oh, so I get to do my first DRUG TEST on Monday. I CAN'T wait!

Going to Boulder this week to check out the school. We likes it! YES, WE LOVES IT! Whaaa?

I'm sorry, but SNL was awesome. Justin Timberlake= hilarious. Dare I say it? It was a better SNL than last week with Mr. JB. Verily.

I need chapstick.

NO sleep, Jerry. NO SLEEP.

So I haven't been able to sleep for the past 3 days, yet somehow I'm alive. Maybe.

Listening to a live version of JM's "Comfortable," and he's going into a freaky falsetto thang. Wtf?

Can't seem to find the quiet inside my mind.

Pearls of wisdom?

WHY am I so excited about CAMP JIM?!? I have no idea. The dude is freaking CRACKKING me up! I love it. He's just TOO gay and awesome to be real.

So I renewed my license (which I will have for the next 10 YEARS) today, and I absolutely HATE HATE the photo. YAAAAY.

The civic is in fine condition.

Vat else? Holy shit, Zoey sliced her foot open while she was outside. Not cool. She's in surgery tonight getting her foot sewn back together. Uh tendons? You just don't need to see those...

I need to clean my room.

WHY did I wear a turtleneck for the license photo??

Um...Chingy's "Holidea Inn" is killing me. Music is NO LONGER music. Sigh.

This was an incredibly boring and annoying blog entry. I apologize.

Let's look forward to some photos, shall we?

She's losing it

Why am I obsessed with MTV's Cribs??! I hate MTV, but I can't get enough of Missy E's dining room table! Help.

I woke up today absolutely convinced that it was Monday.

Why are Ethan and Len in my dreams?

I need a latte.

Time to punch the clock

Blah. An absurdly BORING Friday. Almost purchased Dave Ramsey's personal finance book, but the hardback price was too much to swallow this week.

Personal Finance Tip One:
Write a fucking book about personal finance and make it only available in $40 hardback form. The money will follow.