i don't really like the fact that i have a number set to speed-dial number 99, but at the same time, i am very grateful to have a number set to speed-dial 99... i am glad last week is over, and anxious for next semester to begin.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

today...

~exaggerated impatience annoys me

~cold tuna fish does not satisfy my appetite

~i feel my height

~i write on my body in ink to make myself do something

~intentions will be forgotten

~again, i procastinate going to the post office

~new running shoes are to be bought

~the level of chocolate-covered carmel corn bought from a boy scout steadily decreases

~i wear my winter jacket, even though it's not needed

~i worked out my biceps

~my back aches

~i drank 3L of water

~my eyelids struggled to stay open during a meeting

~i snoozed my alarm for 70 minutes

~had two separate conversations about andre 3000's performance on television last night

it's such a paradox, i know, but i hate myself when i hate myself. then the hating myself for hating myself takes over the hating myself for other, silly reasons, and i get pissed (as opposed to depressed). who ever said having ovaries was fun?

don't tell my mom... but i just found myself bee-boping to a STYX song in the car. 0-: )

oh! and i heard an AC/DC song "back in black"... yeah! realized that third eye blind lifts guitar rifts and melodies. :( didn't know that.

I’m sure you all know what I’m talking about, the little paper-clip animated guy that pops up in any mainstream Microsoft product you may use (Word, Excel, Outlook, Access, etc) whenever you have a question. He sits on a little note-pad and is annoying when you do something like click File, Save… he pops up to tell you the short-cut to save your work is Ctrl+S. So you guys know who I’m talking about, right? Well that little fucker annoyed me every single say, with it’s metallic pearls of wisdom. Who wants pointers from a paperclip? Certainly not me, and I’m guessing not you either. Well, my friends, did you know that you can change the paperclip into EINSTEIN??? Yup, as I gladly found out, you can have a personal Einstein assistant give you advice (albeit Word Processor advice, or e-mail advice), and what’s more: he’s left handed! Get this – when you send an email, a little ATM vacuum chute thing appears and he puts your email in the chute and sends it on its way! How precious is that? Needless to say, I now have my very own alter-ego right on my desk-top. Things have never been this good.

You know, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: It’s the little things that count. Yes, the little things.

“I’ve said too much.
I haven’t said enough.”

thing's? since when do i apostrophe "things"?

have... biggest... headache. cannot think straight.

i loved this quote from the OC, (yes i'll freely admit i watch a teenager drama on the fox network): "he looks at her and sees lips, and hair, and boobs. he looks at me and sees... a lab partner." that pretty much sums up how i felt (and still do a little) for a majority of my post-puberty days. not that i was any good in science... or went to a co-ed high school for that matter. so "lab partner" can be exchanged with "friend" or "someone who listens to his girl problems and gives advice 'from a girl's perspective'" or something of the likes. it's funny how the insecurities from our 14-year-old days can still linger sometimes. who would have thought? i guess it's good if i can surprise even myself these days... : P

back to this headache... yeah. still have it. in case you were concerned.

i'm listening to some really old mixed CD's, and it's hilarious to think that at one point, i considered these songs to be "the best songs ever created." i was sure that i could pop this CD in at any point in my life, and things would feel great. music has that affect over me, but in a relative manner. i no longer internally rock-out when i hear "that's what i like about you" by the ramones or quiver when i hear "in your eyes" by peter gabriel. listening to this music makes me realize how much i've grown up over the past few years, although it's hard to see when that transition really started because i have trouble looking at my life from that point of view. "glycerine" by bush. oh, how i loved gavin rossdale. i even vowed to name one of my sons gavin. oh, those were the days, naming my yet-to-be-born-or-conceived children... now instead of naming them, i wonder if they will even exist, a spin-off of the whole "will-i-ever-get-married" question, an obvious answer to the "will-i-ever-meet-someone-where-there-is-a-mutual-interest" debacle. see, people: cause and effect. this IS my life.

although, "crazy game of poker" does give me this deja-vu feeling of sitting in melisa's akers dorm room downloading our favorite new underground band we discovered the first week of college: OAR. we called them the word oar, not O-A-R. we went and saw them in toledo, driving in the relentless rain into a city we didn't know, because we loved them. now you can see them on MTV sometimes and they are a college staple. oh, how thing's have changed.

there is a Lindsay Smith who works for NBC, in the rockefeller building. i think i'd rather work for NBC (that too owned by GE). then i'd get cool pens and maybe meet the cast of friends or something exciting like that.

: P

i fully intend to take a 3-4 hour nap after i get home from work today, and look forward to it with every cell in my body. seven more weeks in my co-op position, i had my mid-term evaluation today, needless to say i was rambling on about how much i liked this position, but i was finding myself telling the truth this time around.
went to philly for the weekend, and i saw paul! my crush from 2 summers ago. (although he didn't know it then... or now, i should say...) i'm just sitting in starbucks with jane, people-watching, and there he walks by, right in front of my window. i start banging on the window and he didn't hear, so i run outside and attack him. not really though. i was so tripped out, it was so random. he was in philly because that's the meeting point for the people in peace corps going to madagascar. needless to say, he's an awesome guy. needless to say, i'm a little obsessed with the phrase "needless to say."