Its too late, baby

Wow. Got home from work waaaay late. The dog tore up the house once again. I need to wake up in a few hours, and I have company...YESSSS!

Kyle is here tomorrow. Love it.

SIX in the MORNIN', YA'LL! THE DAY OF THE SHOOOW!

OH, dude. SO I am jazzed about auditioning for Robin Hood and Jesus Christ Superstar. NIIIICE. The JCS is a paid gig. =o

Anywho, I need to get headshots like NOW. Where is Erik when you need him?

My room is TRASHED...so I'm attempting to clean it this morning before work. I've made excellent progress so far...hang a jacket and get online. I'd say I'm WELL on my way.

Everynight with my star friends...

I am NOT sorry, but Christina Aguilara just has an awesome voice.

Working until closing tonight at Gart...not too thrilled, but tomorrow is indeed a new day. AND KYLE WILL BE HERE TOMORROW!! AGHHHHHH! Love it.

Avoid the beef.

WHY is he so cute?

I beg you

On my 20 min break...yay taking the dogs out. NOT.

Bought dog food for the first time in my life today.

Wow. I am def. being walked all over at work, and this is going to end. I love it how the people that actually work get shit on constantly.

On a lighter note...Josh Groban's new album is like buttah. My fav track is DON'T LET GO ...seriously, people. Too freaking awesome.

Cleaning the house tonight because 1. It needs it and 2. Kyle's coming, so woo woo.

Returning my ski pants for some Columbia bibs....NICE.

Don't let it go....NEVER let go...

Blast. Need to head back to work. This weekend has sucked majorly.

All in all...

NOT TURQUOISE!

Went out with Wes this afternoon. Good, good times. :)

Extremely slow times whilst the rents are away. Working tomorrow and Monday. Tuesday brings an early shift and the arrival of best friend and fellow Cari-Tuna ass kicker....one Mr. Kyle Herrington. I love you, Kyle.

Please...hold your applause.

New garter set...

You RUIN MY DAY!

Gon' spend me some money!

Working til 3. At home to let the dogs out. IT WAS ME! HOO HOO HOO hoo HOO!

Bank stop necessary...payday. Car payment needs to be taken care of. YAAAAY!

Hair cut.

NO TIME.

DO YOU HAVE THESE IN MAGENTA??

Farewell!

7th day Hanukkah festivities up in the HIZZZZZOUSE! Quite possibly the best day this year...

Kyle IS indeed coming out to see me!!!!! I haven't been this excited in a while. Good things.

Holy shit, Eli got me a GEORGE FOREMAN GRILL! AGHHHHHH! I LOOOOOOVE IT!! I'll be grillin' it, boca style!

The rents hooked me up with some clothes, new Columbia ski pants, the new Josh Groban cd, and a bad ass robe. I am the master of my own domain.

Skiing next weekend. Rock.

Baritone.

PAUL TARASKA?!?!?!

Nice suit.

Tech Vest

What is it about the holidays? Seriously.

New Columbia fleece...and it just went 25% off tonight after I bought it....I could most def. get the difference.

Having second thoughts about things...

Am I too sarcastic for my own good?

Freaking Christmas will be over soon, and I shall indeed rejoice.

Flush.

Ben Arthur....you are awesome.

"When we gon' leave? I gots to get mah drunk ON!"

Aviators.

Too much denim.

CAPTIVATE me! NOWWWW!

Done with both jobs for the day.

I feel not *together*.

Kyle won't be able to come out this Christmas, and it is indeed tres depressing. Blah. Oh well.

On a lighter note...a light...er....note....

I want to go home.

Classic DOUBLE BUBBLE!

Came home from work for a bit. Going back in about a half hour. YAAAAY 16 hours! I love my liiife!

Oh but I do.

Starbucks? Methinks as much.

I can't wait until next week.

The miracle of the OIL! HUZZAH!

Well it looked good this morning, damn it

Busted my ass to be to work this am when I find upon my arrival that the schedule has INDEED changed. 8? Nah. I'm working 1pm-CLOSE. CLOSE. And...when should we tell Andrea about this? How about not at all! YESSSS!

Up to here, people.

I'm making my own freaking schedule for next week. They are def. not screwing me over a second time.

Frizzy hair today. Eh.

1 TO CLOSE! AGHHH!

I truly hate Christmas.

How I love summer...

Browsing over some y photos from this summer and feeling nostalgic. Damn, I love Estes Park. I can't see myself being stuck inside this summer when all the while the YMCA is a flutter with typical a-summer activity. Golf cart riding. The zoo. Hiking. Watching films...wasting time, basically. DAMN. I loathe this time of year, because its the time when I miss the YMCA the most. All disdain I left with in the fall has left, making me want to go back to the Y. Addiction.

But if Dante is gone, then I don't want to work in HR. Dante made it what it was, really. Sigh. But NO! Travel time is this summer. I could always go back, tho. Always. Eh.

Enjoyed my afternoon of sleep today.

Orange chicken? I feel like shopping.

I thank God for fleece

EVERYONE NEEDS FLEECE.

I want to be this region's rep for Columbia. Seriously. Spiffs, anyone?

Great dinner out, Hanukkah started off nicely, and my dad flipped over his new jacket.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...may I present to you the Schmidt family, *sponsored by Gart Sports!*

The day ended well, unlike its rough beginning. I will leave it at that.

I sleep in tomorrow. Brillant.

Before I depart

Closed tonight by 11:30. I have to be at work again by 6am tomorrow (today). WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Again I ask myself why. Is there free breakfast involved? Continental, at least? A mid-morning nap? I need to make some demands.

How I long to see the sun...

Tomorrow is finally Friday, thank the good Lord. I'm getting my haircut.

Mom asked me what I wanted for Hanukkah and I sincerely don't want anything. ANYTHING. Shopping is right up there with the devil. But a new job might be nice, methinks.

Its cold and I have to be up in 4 hours for work. Impossible.

Warning: BITCHING ahead!

Just to preface the following comments: This is bitching for the pure sake OF bitching. I'm not asking you to feel sorry for me or relate for that matter. That's just pathetic. If you can relate...well, I throw to you a scooby snack. Enjoy.

So here's something that's bothering me: BORING PEOPLE.

Its as if I'm surrounded by them 24/7. "Well everyone has something to bring to the table..."

What a bunch of bullshit. Seriously.

The friends I have that I love to hang out with are *states* and *leagues* away. The people that I'm left with....well. I just can't deal with. But I can't help but think if the people that I truly love hanging out with (the miles-away people) were HERE, would I soon get sick of them? Is it wanting what you can't have? Is it that availablity angers me? Wanting what I can't have? Rejecting the spaghettio's in front of me?

Again, I am at this place in my life where my job bores the hell out of me, as well as the people I hang around with. I think the whole seasonal job gig was a great thing for moi. I could work for 4 months, go and do something else, go on vacation, meet some random people, go back to work, and so on. CHANGING it up.

Is it because deep down I don't WANT stability? Is it ever upholding my consistent wanderlust? What to do? In all sincerity I DON'T want the 2.5 kids and dog. I DON'T want the mortgage. I just want to go.

I want MY deal, damn it!

Do you have a bunch of crap in your throat or are you trying to tell me something?

YAY job numero dos doesn't need me this morning. I am sooo going back to bed. Don't have to be at Gart's until 2pm today. This calls for sleepage and the tying of loose ends *not to be confused with your mom's*

CHOKE. CHODE.

I need to buy more checks. Uh...yes? I'll take the Garfield ones. *thinks: oh god, did anyone hear that?* But timeless is the Garfield. And this story has nothing to do with me.

Since when is a purse called a POCKET BOOK? Because mine would def. not fall into that category. More like *huge freaking* book in which to stuff crap in.

Had some kanga guy hit on me yesterday whilst I was helping him pick out some under-shorts for his golf game in the winter. SEXXXXXY. Or not.

So apparently he is some professor of marketing, and he tells me I should get into e-business. Seriously, people. Not my idea of a good time.

School starts soon...and I am no longer on the waitlist for Carol's photo class. *JOY*

CANNOT WAAAAAAAIT.

I had a little dreidel...

I have only purchased ONE Hanukkah gift as of current. Blah. Waaaay behind. Thank G-d it lasts 8 days. I think this was intentional. How I love my Jewish people. You can fit in another paycheck during the holiday. GENIUS.

Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against the Broncos, but I sincerely DO NOT care about foootball. At all. People here are so freaking hardcore about it, and I sincerely don't give a rat's a. BUUUUT hockey is a different story. Football vs Hockey? I see no contest.

MOISTURIZE!

MMMM........JAY KAY!

I wanted crimson gold and lavender

Done with Gart for the eve/morn. We didn't get outta there until 1am. PEAAAACE. I have to wake up in a few hours for job numero dos, and then I close at Gart. JOOOY. I think it would be worth it if I was paid more than pennies an hour. I've already exhausted the shopper within, so discounts no longer appease Andrea.

Bah-duh-bah-dah-dahhhh! I'M lovvvvin' it. Robert RICE! JAY KAY!

Its difficult to bring myself down...

Shorty Mc Reachalot

Good

Good

Night

Sex Bomb...

Have to wake up at 7 am tomorrow just because work MAY need me. Tools.

Then I come in at Gart's from 3-1am. I looooooove retail.

Had a freaking awesome night. Espresso, sushi, kareoke, the works. Met Mejo...lovely Japanese girl. And we did indeed get our groove on to HOT IN HERRE! Work it, Japan!

GOOOOD times.

Yay--spoke with Bart. Bart just has a soothing way about him...yaaaaaay Bart. You kick ass.

This bomb's for lovin...

You give me fever

When will the chills go away?

Sean looked quite thin today. Moi, on the other hand...yowza. It may be tons of eye -makeup blocking my view, but I look chunkified in the mirror tonight. WHO AM I?

Gordon's version of WICKED GAMES was a breath taker. Def. unexpected...like you care. But seriously...Korean is the way to go. I'm a believer!

Something is off...

I'm watching a show where an english dude is covering western US culture. "Keep an eye on me bike!"

Riiiiiight.

Devil's Tower
.
Bizarre dreams as of late. From what I see, my AP guy is in for a serious pounding. Muahahahah....muahah...hah....ahem.

But it feels so good...

Truly the end of an era.

Live to ride

In other news...

Saddam Hussein is/was indeed Santa Clause. Sorry kids, but there ain't gonna be no more Christmas....EVER AGAIN.

Give 'em hell

WHAT THE HELL, PEOPLE?! It never fails. EVERY SINGLE FREAKING time I make plans with Gordon, the sky breaks open and dumps gi-normous amounts of snow upon the land. The land, more specifically, being the road in front of my house which is never plowed. EVER. EVER. Damn you, home owner's association. Could this be G-d trying to prevent the meeting of Gordon and Andrea, which their *getting together* could possibly result in destruction and ultimately the wailing of women in the streets? Maybe.

So....day off...I'm trapped at home. I could clean my room. It needs it. I JUST NEED to throw EVERYTHING away.

And then there was fudge.

I hate this.

Reason number 723 as to why Andrea is going to hell...

No sleep. NO SLEEP. Sleep? None of it. But I'll let you in on a little secret: it was worth it.

Tip: Don't work a 9 hour shift without any sleep under your belt.

Such a glorious, gooey mess of fun times last night/this morning with Wes. Awww...yay.

Eating a nasty burrito.

Mr. Tangerine Speedo.

Sometimes you just need a *fudgesicle*. Spelling on that one? Anyone? BLAH. Who cares. I really don't remember today. I do, however, recall having a nosebleed and falling asleep in the bathroom for 10 minutes. High quality.

I am just saying NO to this burrito.

As I lay me down to sleep,

I am so done with nasty burrito. AND...trash.

Shooting range tomorrow?

Don't cry

I need another pillow.

Martini Bar

Bought some good shite tonight. I totally snagged some solomon clogs for $14! ORIGINALLY 74! ROOOOOOCK.

Anywho, tonight is Misty's last night here, so we're making it a special evening. I even made a worthwhile investment in a shaker. Ahem. A nice, plastic, sterile shaker. BUT A shaker nevertheless! CHEEEERS.

Good times gonna come...

It hurts

I thought I was going to die at work tonight. *insert collapse*

Note to self: GET MORE THAN 2 HOURS OF SLEEP....mmkay?

I'm sorry, but Chili-visitage is in order.

Its NOT EVEN WORTH IT!

I am going to start looking for another job.

Well. I just got off of work, but I have to be back in less than 8 hours (no joke), so I better get busy sleeping. Wa wa waaaaa!

COMO

When the truth is found to be lies...

This weekend is going to be exquisite.

Late night...good times

Had a friend over last night for some HQ times. GOOD GOOD stuff.

BTW: You just have to be in a specific MOOD for "Down With Love." That's $4.50 I'll never see again...

Working the close shift tonight. AGH! NASTY! God save us all.

FACT: If you eat ice cream for breakfast, you WILL feel fat.

The smile fades in the summer...

I was born a hunter in your jungle of sin

I'm cold. Wes is going to be here tonight. *yay*

Work = blah, but I'm glad I don't have to be there tonight.

WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Bring on the vat of carbs!

Juuust got back home from work. "HEY ANDREA! I know you worked until 10:30 tonight, but can you be back at 7am? THAAAAANKS!" I heart my life.

All you have to do is decide what to do with the time given to you.

I canNOT drink enough water tonight, people.

Wow. I am so incredibly boring.

But oh the things I could tell you...

Slowly so slowly

Sunset aglowww....soon disappears beneath the sea

Wasn't called in to job numero dos today. THANK THE LORD. I am, however, on my way to job numero uno. No big whoop. I'm closing tonight, so I am not too thrilled, but EH. We'll see.

I'm thinking about doing some re-merching with the ladies snowboard apparel. Perhaps its just for reasons of demographics, but I think we're lacking in our modern product sales. I'm going to change that.

I feel nauseated.

And now a word from our sponsors:
I CANNOT BELIEVE SHE CHOSE JASON! I AM SOOO TICKED! Hmm...I have my choice of a hilarious, tall, successful, sweet, sweet guy. OR I could go for the pretty boy waiter who still lives at home at age 27. Hmmmm...there is no option, people! Adam bought her a freaking huge PINK puppy stuffed animal and wrote poetry about their time together. Jason? What could Jason do? Serve a cup of coffee?

Ah. Oh well. It seems as though the pretty boy always wins.

BUUUUT I digress. Majorly. I promise I am no whore to reality television, but Average Joe was just too irresistable.

And off to work I go.

Words are falling out like endless rain into a paper cup...

I just can't put into words...

I can tell you this much

Wow. So this weekend was decent.

I would absolutely love some red wine right now...

So yea. Sunday was good. Really good. Work absolutely FLEW by...and the evening wasn't too shabby. :)

And the broncos won.

Thought about this last night on the drive home...

God, I love winter. Its snowing today. Driving back home from evening shenanigans in the snow and lit streets definitely gave me *that* feeling. Just that fluttering, nostalgic, lovely feeling that one only experiences so often.

Toasty.

I could just melt. Its as if I could cave in like a partially-baked chocolate cake...nothing but goo. Wow. I am soooo incredibly eloquent.

...a late night stroll in the snow amongst pale streetlights and falling flakes. The smell of perfume on my scarf...

Aww...snap

Still is the light

in your room when you're not in sight.

And I won't sleep through this.

I survive on the breath you are finished with...

Glory be. I've snatched some sleep.

Josh Cagan...you are one funny man.

Retail is kicking my ass and/or taking me to school. TWO TIMES! PHIL JACKSON STYLE!

This week was sooo incredibly long. Next week = payday, so I shall see/feel in my hands for 5 minutes, the fruits of my labor. *insert WAIL*

This weekend should prove to be eventful, so I am most certainly looking forward to it.

I've had pad thai 3 times this week. Its taking over.

2 hours of sleep? Never again.

Please, I insist. Call me grandma.

I can't wait, Kyle.

I'm Alive


Just got back from the bar. What a dive, people. Tres boring, indeed. Ah well. I got some free shots, but I would def. not recommend the BLUE LINE. Don't go.

My hair smells like smoke.

Oh, and its always great to see women making out. Vas??

So again, this whole thing isn't my scene, I'm afraid. I don't know. I don't feel like polluting my body with all these unnecessary toxins. *note: Yet I'll drink espresso like its going out of style*

But seriously. I'm not really finding my niche.

MISTY IS HERE!

Working in a few hours, so I better split. This weekend should prove to be tres interesting...

WARNING: BITCHING AHEAD

I worked today from 9:30am-12:30am. The end.

You're walking on down the street, you're counting your monEY!

Ah...how I cherish my concert choir memories.

THIS IS COULD BE THE START OF SOMETHING GRAND-grand-GRAND-grand!

And...scene.

So I'm working from noon to close today (yoinks), but I'm hoping it won't suck TOO much ace, if ya know what I mean. WEEEE! I need to get excited. NO. What I really need is to formulate a plan for something of a SENSE EXPLOSION before I go to work every morning. I think this S.E. must include various stretches, jumping around, a morning walk in the frigid 3 degree weather, and a sound track one could die for. Seriously. I need a freaking soundtrack before I piece together my routine. Any ideas, people? I want something ROUSING, something FORMIDABLE, and something that gets the juices flowing.

Here are some possible song selections to Andrea's S.E. soundtrack:
1. Rocky Theme? Cliche, but its cliche for a reason, ya hear me?
2. uh...ANYTHING hardcore. I must sift through my brother's collection...
3. Maybe Godsmack? Disturbed? POWERMAN 5000! Sweeeeeeet...

So there's the start, people. Matt, you have to have some extra insight for such a compilation. Let me know your thoughts.

Anywho, my biore strip has since hardened, freeing me from any uncleanliness trapped within my pores! I am just too sexy. *choke* AH HA! Which would be an EXCELLENT addition to the S.E. soundtrack! People, people, there's no need.

Andrea's Top Ten Most Beautiful Men...YOU could be next!

And in no particular order...

1. Orlando Bloom
2. Seal
3. George Clooney
4. Chris Carraba
5. Paul McCartney
6. Conan O'Brien
7. Jason Schwartzman
8. John Mayer
9. Hedwig
10. Gavin DeGraw

DECEMBER?!

No, it can't be.

I have nothing to say, as per usual. WOO!

Worked yesterday, and it went by relatively fast. We have a sale on air hockey tables, and I just WANT ONE. Yay for home entertaining. Now I just need a starter home...I mean what?

Stayed up extremely late, but you know...these are the days!

Kronos is MESSED.

I need to do laundry.

I am so incredibly ready for this season. As much as I love my various summer activities, I would have to say that I have a secret affinity for winter. As much as I hate driving in snow and the madness of holiday shopping, I love this time of year.

And I love wearing black leather. Oh! And Chris! I have those photos now! You'll love.

Sometimes you just need windwear.