Someone totally just stole the friggin pumpkin off my porch!
I’m so mad… I took my little bulldog statue and the bowling gnome statue off of the stoop and also took the candy bowl in. I refuse to give candy to a bunch of bastard kids if they’re going to take handfuls at a time and steal my stuff! HMPF!
I so love this holiday. It never stresses me out and I always have fun. I wish it were Halloween year round.
Saturday night I kicked some arse on the dance floor with my posse. After playing catch up with my pals (at the bar, I mean) I was ready to rock! DJ Mahogany shared his groove with us and was kind enough to show us his boxers. Krush Girls rocked us, too, until the wee hours of the morning. Even those of us who don’t normally boogie got our dance on! I loved it!
I carved a pumpkin last Thursday. He’s almost rotted now, and I haven’t even taken a picture of my masterpiece. I used one of those carving kits and put a little haunted castle on it. It was nice while it lasted, though.
In other, non howling-weens news, I got my Bright Eyes tickets yesterday. I’m not sure why, but I’m getting really excited. Lindsey and Todd got theirs, too. It’s gonna be sweet.
I’ve spent the last ten minutes of my life, lying here on my bed, watching my dog, Baxter, hump his brother, Zeke, with a big, insane grin on his little, smushed face. And he hasn’t stopped yet. Should I make him stop? I told Baxter a few minutes ago not to be ashamed because that’s just what they do. But I’m beginning to wonder if I’m right, or just indifferent.
We roasted the seeds from the pumpkin I carved last night. We’re going to decorate our front stoop tonight. But first, we’re going to see “Saw II!” Hoorah for Halloweeney goodness!
Thanks for coming on AIM to talk to me, Lindsey.. NOT! You big fart.
Last weekend, while out to dinner at a fine chain establishment, I over heard the following conversation between a server and a guest.
guest: I’ve gotta send this one back, too.
server: Oh, it’s no good either?
g: No, it’s all watered down.
s: I’m sorry about that.
g: I need to come back there and teach y’all how to make a daiquiri. Cause I’ve been to Jamaica and I know what a daiquiri is supposed to taste like.
So, a few months ago I read a blog. Or rather, I read an un-blog. This blog was blogged by a man who really just can’t blog. In fact, he is THE man who couldn’t blog. I found his un-blogging strangely satisfying… but then I lost the URL.
Dan, the other man who can and does blog (here!), gave to me the URL earlier this week. He gave it to me via a comment at my hubby’s blog (here!), and the reason was because I asked for it. I asked for it so that I could blog about an un-blog. But then, my dear model_consumer stole my post… he stole it! This is proof, not pudding. After he stole it, and after I was caught up on the un-blog, I commented that it made me kind of sad… The unblog was becoming a blog!
Then, do you know what happened? Can you even fathom? The man who cannot blog became the man who must check his referrals obsessively (like me!) and found M_C Sticky P’s electronic bathroom graffiti. Now he thinks that I think he is a sad blogger. I probably shouldn’t blog about it though.
Man, work stinks during Fall break. I really shouldn’t blog about that either. I can blog, but most of the time, I just probably shouldn’t.
A fragment of a conversation I had with a co-worker today:
“no no, sweetie, it doesn’t work that way. I’m a sadist, not a masochist.”
Don’t worry, we’re making tee shirts.
Burt “rocks the boat” by singing anti-war, anti-Bush songs on his new album “At This Time.” The 77 year old grammy winner says it was “something very personal” to him that he had to do. Bacharach also spoke out about President Bush in an interview with “The Independant.” He calls Bush the “poorest president we’ve ever had.”
-worried about the dishes still in the sink.
-argued with a Bush supporter.
-been reprimanded (I think this is a poor word choice, but he IS higher up than me) by a co-worker (meh!)
-gotten positive feedback and support about said reprimand
-purchased products from a large, conservative corporation
-enjoyed said product but felt guilty about it
-laughed about a silly ad campaign for this large, conservative corporation
-had entirely too much coffee, purchased from a company who’s political contributions are 100% democratic
-ended a lunch early due to caffeine jitters
-came down quickly off of caffeine high and felt like death warmed over
-met my mom’s new dog (cute!)
-purchased bling for new doggie
-ate tasty italian food
-thought about friends
-thought about family
-talked shit
-suppressed urges to insert sexual innuendo into conversations with cute boys
-gotten lessons in “cool” from kids younger than me
-learned i’m not allowed to say “super fly”
-said “super fly” anyway
-realized how “super fly” i am
-loved myself in spite of myself
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This morning on the way to work, Patrick and I listened to The Frogs. These guys are pretty crazy, but they have one relatively attractive and “sweet” sounding song called “Whisper” from their “Hopscotch Lollipop Sunday Surprise” album. This silly song, though, still creeps me out, simply because I cannot listen to them without picturing the singer dressed up as a gay (read: flamboyantly gay, stripper shoes & sequin wearing, cross dressing) Abe Lincoln with bat wings. So, anyway, this song has been stuck in my head all day… God help. |
The GRE is being revamped! The previous two and a half hour test will now last about four hours. The new GRE has been designed to give grad schools a “more useful measure of students ability.” The way the test is proctored has also been altered so as to prevent cheating. Apparently that was a pretty big problem? Students had been memorizing questions and passing them along to their friends who were taking the test. The article says that every question on the exams will only be used once, but I’m not sure how that’s possible.
Does this mean I need to buy a new GRE study guide? Since I can’t cheat, I mean. 
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