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Today at target, while I was shopping with my mama, I thought I saw Mr. Adrian Pritchet, of AthensWorld.com. However, when I waved and shouted “hey!” I realized that I was either wrong or not recognized, because the guy gave me a funny look like “who me?” and his girl looked annoyed. I was embarrassed… but if it really wasn’t Adrian, dude, you’ve totally got a doppelgänger.

Yesterday, as we pulled in to the South terminal of Hartsfield International Airport, a huge blinking sign told us that < —UNLOADING , which, for all intensive purposes means “If you want to unload, please go to the left to do so.” So, of course, we went to the left. They were obviously doing a lot of construction that was not going on the last time I was at the airport, which I believe might have limited the number of unloading/passing/picking up lanes in the drop off terminal. So, when we pulled up the left side into the area that the huge blinking sign told us to go for unloading, we saw a freaking NO UNLOADING sign. However, there were other people unloading and there was more than one lane for people who did not want to unload to get around those who were unloading. Considering these facts, and the ratio of size between the blinking UNLOADING sign vs. the small, unblinking NO UNLOADING sign, we decided to go ahead and unload. So my mom and JEB hop out and scuttle to the trunk when all of a sudden this police officer starts yelling at them “get back in your vehicle! There is no unloading here!” So of course they did. But Patrick decides that he’s pissed and he wants to know where to go to unload. He starts yelling at the police man “where do we go then?!” and the guy just says “CAN’T YOU READ, THERE’S NO UNLOADING!” so then Patrick proceeds to get out of the car to yell at the Police officer (who’s armed) some more. “What the fuck? All these other people are unloading. Are you stupid? Of course I can read…” blahblahblah. And I’m scared that Patrick is going to get arrested. Finally we get everyone back in the car and pull up 4 feet and are allowed to unload. Seriously, WTF? 4 feet?

Worst Airport Experience Ever.

About 6 years ago I was chatting with friends on ICQ and got a message that I would normally ignore from a random user. For some reason I didn’t ignore it this time and ended up chatting with Patrick about music, specifically the Pixies. They were listed as one of my favorites, I believe, in my ICQ profile. We eventually became chat buddies and friends.

This was the first picture Patrick sent me of himself:

The only words I could muster were “Hey, nice wheels!”

Turns out, he’s not crippled, and it also just so happens that I fell in love with him. Sideburns and all. And today we’ve been married (at 7:30 p.m. to be exact) for 3 years.

Tomorrow is a special day for Patrick and I. It’s our 3 year wedding anniversary! Unfortunately, Patrick has to work all day. My mom & her husband is also coming up tomorrow night so that we can take them to the airport on Thursday. So, while we’re in Atlanta, we’re going to go see Revenge of the Sith on the IMax Screen at Mall of Georgia. That’s Patrick’s anniversary gift Since we need for nothing in particular, what’s better than seeing Star Wars III on your anniversary? For him, at least. For me, it’s a very selfless act, if you get what I mean, because I really hate Star Wars.

We saw Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy a few weeks ago. Patrick has recommended that I read the books for years now, and he really wanted to see the movie, so we did, and I actually enjoyed it. It was pretty funny in parts, and I think I might read the books now, as well.

Anyhowzen, I’m almost finished with the super hot graduation party invitations that I made for my cousin. As soon as I finish I’ll post a picture. They make me think of a tuxedo, black & white with a silver bow. I really like them and imagine that they would’ve cost a lot if we’d bought them from a printer. The only trouble is when I have to cut them out. It wrecks havoc on my hands and carpal tunnel. Thankfully, my mom is probably bringing me an awesome rotary paper trimmer – hooray! I can make you all cute note cards, now, and you’ll love me and I’ll become rich. Right?

OMG – it’s almost time for Chaotic, Britney & Kevin’s trainwreck truth. I cannot look away!

While I’m away rotting my brain, check out this AlterNet.org article on the new Contraceptive Museum, which features “650 artifacts–ranging from beaver-testical tea believed to prevent pregnancy to tiny pills in circle packaging…” mmm, beaver-testical tea! Those were the days, ladies, those were the days.

Today, at approximately 3:30, I believe I started passing a kidney stone. Of course, this is a self diagnosis because lately I’m petrified of the doctor’s office. I did, however, call my PCP and ask for some drugs. He told me I didn’t need to go to the ER and he called me in some meds. It’s either a Kidney stone or a UTI, which is gross. Who gets those now a days? Only dirty girls, figuratively and literally, right? I’m neither, as Patrick will attest.

After loading up on drugs, the pain has subsided. I hope it does not return, or, quite frankly, I might have to kill myself. Not really.

Donald Trump is awesome.

This morning when I woke up I thought it must have been raining outside because the window was covered with water. Once I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and came back to life, I realized that it was not raining and the water was condensation. Apparently Patrick and I kept it so cold inside last night, that when it started to warm up outside the window started to sweat. So basically, we’ve got a really cool 1st grade science project on our window.

I’m really glad summer time is right around the corner. I really need a fresh start or a relaxing vacation or something. Patrick has taken a position as a TA starting in the fall, which means he won’t have to pay tuition. So hopefully when he gets his financial aid package we can pay off some bills and get OUT OF TOWN! Savannah is really appealing to me right now, since it’s not too far away, has a beach (albiet a crappy one), plenty of culture, etc. and we spent part of our honeymoon there. Plus, just look at how beautiful it is.

Les Sigh.

I am also pissed at my friend Lindsey. Lindsey, if you read this, WTF? Email me back, you stank ho.

I wish I could go back to say, 1984, and hump this piece of genius man. I mean, as my current self, and not as a 3 year old… of course. And I’ll come right back.

^Gordon. Yum.

Because, seriously, I have the biggest crush on him. Is that weird?

I talked to someone the other day (week, maybe) who didn’t know the Violent Femmes and this disturbed me. Aside from being adorable, they’re just a great band with amazing songs that stick to your brain like peanutbutter. I could listen to the ST album non stop and never get tired. It’s also probably the one band that Patrick and I agree on 100%. Well, maybe 97%. It’s all good, though.

Today is geekcore.net’s 5 year anniversary.
Wow. I’ve been a lame blogger for so long.
How sad. Let’s have a cake!

Today, downtown, I noticed a slew of black robes and proud papas that can only mean one thing. Commencement. It’s been a year now since I went through this pomp & circumstance and left college behind (for now, mom, just for now). I feel pretty jipped, too. Not only do I not have a great job that challenges me and the skills that I paid so heavily for in college, I had to sit through a fucking hot ass ceremony dictated by the Aflac guy. :/ It wasn’t nearly as hot today as it was last year when I had commencement and it really pisses me off. If I had it to do again, I probably wouldn’t even go, but I would miss the little quacking Aflac duck that they gave graduates as a token of congratulations (or their way of advertising to however many 100’s of kids that graduated that semester). Blahblahblah.

I’m just glad summer is starting and some of the bar fly students will be out of town. It’s always nicer when they’re gone. I might even go do some Indie karaoke at the Go Bar! Woohoo!