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Good times, good times.

Beaching, sunning, getting attacked by midgets, clubbing, dancing our brains out, getting up on the platforms, topless tanning, watching movies, watching really bad TV (General Hospital…I wonder if Carly and Sonny are going to get back together?), collecting shells, strolling on the beach, playing with my crazy family, lovely dinners, etc etc.

Quotes of the trip:
WOOT and SMAT
Jags: "I'm sick of shitty weather. Let's go to the equator next year. It has to be sunny there."
Me: "Oh yeah, Jags, cause there are no clouds on the equator?"
When we got sunburned: Jags: “We look like baboons. Let’s run around on all fours and throw shit at each other.”
“You lezzies have a nice night.” Boy who won $20 on a bet that we wouldn’t dance with him. At least he got the money, right?

We had such a good time! Oh, it was just great. Great weather, Jags made me buy nice clothes, we played like four year olds, table danced, and pretty much covered the whole spectrum of fun. I am more tan, blond, and ready to face the cold. I’m going to play with the pictures and get some of them up on my site too! Yay! :-)

And it's so good to talk to y'all again! Say hi say hi!

Hey guys! I'm in beautiful sunny Florida...where I managed to burn myself rather badly. Damn. For some reason I can't get on AIM or web blitz, so I'll content myself with this for now.

I'll start with what I believe will end up being the funniest story of this trip (and may be the sequel to the Other Shoe book). Here goes:

Mere's friend from school is also down here this week, very nearby, staying with a friend of his from high school who owns the house and another friend. (Matt=rich Yale friend, Shorty=subject of story, Kyle=Mere's boy) Matt's father owns or is CEO of company that owns (or some such) Arbie's, Snapple, RC Cola, etc etc. We head out to visit them one night. We end up at a gigantic mansion, where security teams patrol and a valet whisks my car away. (I have seen some big houses...but this takes the proverbial cake.) Poised on the awesome beachfront, the waves crash on the dimly lit beach 200 yards away from the house, which commands more attention than the ocean. Due to a French architect who mistook feet for meters, it is truly huge. The guest house was significantly larger than the richest of good ole CSH (to give you home friends an idea). One pool at the guesthouse, one saltwater pool at the main house. Pumped directly in from the sea and filtered on its way. A jacuzzi for each, obviously. A full gym, about the size of Dartmouth's. A sauna. A steamroom. A tennis court, a manmade pond, a go cart track. A soft serve ice cream ROOM. A movie theater (obviously separate from the TV room, in which the flat screen TV was at least ten or twelve feet high). A 70 foot boat. Did I mention the house is 75 million dollars? $75 million? Oh, I didn't? Well, now you know.

Matt's girlfriend is there (tangent: she is, of course, a model headed to Germany soon. I am, as you know, tolerant of public affection. I like hugs, hand holdings, even some kissing--it's not something that bothers me. But as we sit in the hot tub, this girl shoves her breasts together so he can press his face into them while actually trying to carry on a conversation with me. "Kiss them," she commands. He does, along with some licks and bites, while still chatting. I wonder what each of them is in this relationship for?), so he and she are spending their time together, Mere and Kyle are talking and spending time, and Shorty and I are being the gallant friends and making do with each other. (Note: I am not making fun of his stature, this is his actual nickname and how I was introduced. Probably my height, give or take an inch.) After chatting for a while, it is painfully obvious that we have nothing in common, that he hasn't read a book since eighth grade, and that he is a Mets fan. We've now hottubbed, and are watching TV, when he signals to me that we should probably leave the other two alone for a bit. I agree, he offers a tour of the house, I accept, and off we go. After a short tour (which confuses me, as I was really interested in the house), we pop into one of the main rooms. 20 foot high ceilings at least, wall to floor retractable windows so the room can become a porch at the touch of a button. We have nothing to say to each other, so he turns on music and I enjoy watching the waves.

Then:
Shorty: turns, puts hands on my shoulders, pushes me toward end of couch. "This is just too awkward. I'm going to have to kiss you now."
Me: "No, no, that's ok, I'm not awkward."
Ack! I delivered this so coolly none of you would believe it. (I was the "Ice Queen" ;-).)
Shorty is stunned. "What do you MEAN, you don't want to kiss me?"
Me: "Sorry, I don't hook up randomly."
Shorty: "What would I have to do, take you out on a date? That's not happening!"
Me: "Sorry."
long pause
Shorty: "Everyone else in this house is having fun, we could be having so much fun right now."
Me: "Sorry, no."
Shorty: Do you like long walks on the beach?"
Me: "Sometimes."
Shorty: "Well then, let's go."
Me: "Sorry, no."
long pause
Shorty: "But I make you laugh!"
Me: "Heh. Sorry." ('Nervous, you're scary' laughter is not the same as, 'wow, you're intelligent and funny' laughter.)
long pause
Shorty: "I can't BELIEVE you don't want to hook up with me!!!"
Me: "Sorry."
Shorty: "So you don't like me?"
Me: noooooooo shit, really? "I don't know you. I like you fine, but I'm not interested in hooking up with you."
Shorty: "I always want to hook up with people I like."
Me: "I don't."

And on. Writing it seems even more unbelievable, really. I mean, how boorish and horrid can he possibly be?

The Lesson: (This is Chapter 3, I believe; the others to be detailed later) When one is rejected, one should behave with as much dignity as is possible under the circumstances. One should not press one's case, especially by making the rejecter extremely uncomfortable. Perhaps one minute of entreaty is understandable. Half an hour's worth, however, and you deserve to be kicked repeatedly.

So anyway. I finally had enough and went to find Jags. The now tipsy and pissed off Shorty storms around looking for them and takes us back to the car without another word (FINALLY he shuts up). I am greatly amused at how much I've grown up since freshman year. Old Chris would have a) panicked, and either cried or shook, upset at both the rejecting and the pressure b) hurt him or c) kissed him just to make things easier. I was cool as a cucumber (emphasis on cucumber ;-)) and really not emotional at all. The concept of Standards makes everything so much easier. Shorty did not match any of the criteria, let alone all three (intellectual, physical, and emotional attraction), and thus it was obvious, even easy, to not let him bother me. The answer was so definitively no I don't even think my pulse raised. I felt so plucky afterward; I confess, I was really pleased that his best attempts at bullying didn't make me bat an eye.

So there's my big adventure in the lap of luxury. I'm off to bed, and I'll add more the next time I'm on the computer.

There is, however, a postscript. A few nights later they come to the club we're dancing at. We all say hi. Shorty says, "Hey, you want to hook up? Just kidding," and we all laugh; I assume that he's trying to smooth over making a total ass of himself. I go dance with a cutie I'd met earlier, come back when it's time to leave, and Shorty says, "You want to dance?" "No, my feet hurt and we're going now," I say. "What do you MEAN you don't want to dance with me??" he cries incredulously. Siiiiiiigh. :-) Miss and love you guys!

Yay! I'm off to Florida in the morning. I plan on having a blast. I hope you all have great breaks/weeks, blitz me and keep me updated, and much love!!!

191. Having something to tell a friend you know he/she’ll laugh at
192. Mascara
193. Carvel cake
194. Crunchies
195. Having a friend’s trust
196. Telling a secret
197. Flirting
198. Having someone flirt with you
199. Funny names
200. Cute/hot boys
201. Having someone become a best friend
202. Shotgun
203. Remembering something you thought you’d forget
204. Old English
205. Getting helped
206. Giving help
207. Preset radio stations
208. Burly words
209. Birds’ nests
210. Driving by the water
211. Milky pens
212. Long spoons
213. Rights on red
214. Corny rhymes
215. Spontaneous proposals
What a lovely lovely day.

I went to Guess to spend some of my Christmas gift certificates (the family is determined to make me fashionable), and bought a cute skirt and tops. (For the two people who care, black and pink striped skirt and two different pink shirts. You’ll like them.) Care came with and played in the dressing room with me, then Mich and Megan and Megan’s very nice friend whose name I don’t know came and helped too. They were very good personal shoppers and helped me put actual outfits together.

Then the group split, and Care, Mich, and I got hotdogs from Ben’s (so good—ketchup and relish—only way to eat a hotdog), and moved to Gap.
**cue 5th amendment moment music, alleluia chorus, etc**
Mich found me the perfect pair of jeans. They’re still low-rise (which bothers me because it’s impossible to find a pair of jeans anywhere that doesn’t require a thong, and while thongs are wonderful and I quite approve of them, it would be nice to have the option of not wearing one occasionally—I digress) but they’re not as super low rise as the ones I have/have tried on recently. They look like they’re molded right to my body. They’re just tight enough and loose enough that they feel like a pair of beloved jeans I’ve had for years. I’m sure I’ll rip them within 6 months with too much lovin, but hey. Perfect jeans are good cause for celebration. And then I bought another pair, same size, but not long, so I can wear sandals. Life is good.

In other news, you may all now call me Francesca. No, this is not an identity crisis or sudden multiple personality showing up (“ain’t nobody wants to mess with 23” shedaisy), but I just saw Under the Tuscan Sun, and am quite in love. I already knew I wanted to live there, but now I think I’ll really do it. Maybe between here and grad school or real world icky job stuff, maybe sometime when I’m older…but there’s NOTHING like that in the world. I hope you’ll all visit.

But before watching that, I went out to soulfood (Cooke’s Inn) with Mich. I had Pecan Crusted Chicken with Bourbon Sauce with Hint of Chocolate. My mouth sang arias. Mich’s was delicious too. And Key Lime Pie. That’s one thing about a term off and a) attempting some cooking and b) going out to some really nice restaurants with my parents and c) living in Europe for a term. My palate used to be so bland, and now I love new, interesting, slightly exotic things. (Bright, you deserve some blame/praise for this.) Wow, boy was that good.

“When you smash into something good, you should try to hold on until it’s time to let go.” Italian man in UtTS. Oh, the wine, the sunflowers, the food, the gardens, the villas, the colors…I just had to get out my travel journal when I got home.
“I’m looking out at Italian countryside, dirt fields of sand, milk chocolate, rich dark chocolate. Giant hay rolls stand in the fields, there are grape vines everywhere, from tiny fields in backyards to as far as the eye can see with no buildings at all. Fields of sunflowers stand next to crumbling stone buildings, strolling goats, hills of brown and green. Sections are modern, and parts look as ancient as the art we’ve seen. The dusty, golden, chocolate colors blend together with new green, gray green, gold green, and dark green. I wish I could draw. An old stone house stands by itself in a field, with crumbly brown earth on one side and rows and rows of grape vines on the other. Every once in a while, rivers snake by. Houses on top of terraced hills look out on the fiends, and stands of larger trees separate field from field. I’m going to read Agony and Ecstasy with whole new levels of understanding.”
“An old man in a compartment started trying a conversation in English. He was very proud, having lived in England 30+ years ago for a few years and only going to school from 6-11 years. His wife, Francesca, was better. A great grandmotherly figure with sparkling dark eyes and short silver hair. Franca, as he called her, and Anonio had honeymooned in Rome and Florence. It’s so rare to see two people still in love after that long, but even without speaking the same language I could tell. The pride in his voice each and every time he said “my wife,” the gentle love in hers while she told me a little about their lives, the gentle way they poked fun at each other was beautiful. Nice to see a couple who did it! She was very pleased I understood “te amo.” They gave us their compartment when they left.”
“There followed one of the most beautiful 3 hour naps in the history of the world. Like a true feline, I curled up on the end of the bed because the sun was pooled there. The windows were open, the water was splashing with the boats below, refreshing sea breeze flowing through, water reflections dancing on the ceiling, church bells and boat horns sounding. Felt like Martha’s Vineyard on the sailboat. I was so happy. We tried to get up a few times, but it was just too great. All the travel caught up with us. We got up, got lunch, and wandered the streets. We headed toward Rialto and looked at the shops and markets—fish, fruit, tons of glass and masks and fashions.”
Most of that was written on trains between naps and in bed before passing out, and I should really edit it and type some of it up. But reading it brings me right back there…what a happy thought. I love Italy!

Although, the recent future holds Florida, humid, hot, and hell raising. The Jags and I are preparing ourselves for the dancing of a lifetime. Not only have we not danced together for two and a half terms, a record dancing together celibacy, but we are both now quite single. I think that means she may not be my lover this year. Sigh. Well, we’re planning on being beach babe bums by day and darling dancing divas by night. (That was sooo corny I’m not even going to delete it.) Well. Should be good times.

This is the second night in a row I’ve been up ‘til 3! Bad. Wow, this got way long. Firenze, Venezia, Roma…

To sleep, perchance to dream…Dream sweet.

167. Stupid excuses
168. Having someone else cook you something
169. Someone else knowing your kitchen better than you do
170. Not getting a sunburn
171. A good scream
172. Corny sayings
173. Hallmark cards
174. Climbing a tree
175. A crisis averted
176. Animal crackers
177. Oreos and milk (double stuffed too!)
178. Ramen noodles
179. Making a stupid game up
180. Drawing-art for the sake of art
181. Getting 100 on a test that you know you deserve
182. Getting a letter
183. Lifeguards
184. Eye contact with a cute stranger
185. Going into the city
186. Broadway plays
187. Shopping sprees
188. Finding something that fits perfectly
189. Florida
190. A sincere smile

Went to an author luncheon today (still wondering if luncheon was made up by someone who felt lunch didn’t sound pretentious enough) and listened to a very interesting lecture on how fiction is always culled from reality, yet not autobiographical. I haven’t read her yet (Katharine Weber) but I intend to now. Of course, she also trashed “Little Women” in some ways, and I don’t think I’ll like her rewriting of it…but I’m going to TRY to go into it with as open a mind as possible. It’s hard to hear a childhood love slandered though!

In other news, my mom’s old teaching friend won a raffle prize. She wins one every year even though she buys significantly fewer tickets than everyone else. I’m telling you, on this alone I could base a very strong case for karma being the way the world works. She is the best, neatest lady. Wrote for the Times, traveled all over the world, married her soulmate, smart and educated and interesting and interested. She started our rock collection, is the least complaining lady I know with more things to complain about than most, is a huge reader…last week she called my mom wanting to join a march on Washington for women’s rights. Soooo cool. We had a lovely talk about Bush and Kerry…Supreme Court justices and if Roe v. Wade will be overturned…environment…she thinks Martha’s getting it because she’s a woman (I disagree)…her time in Italy…Egypt…England…boy is she cool!

Alright, that was yesterday, but I got distracted and forgot to finish and post.

As today was my last day of work, and I forgot to finish yesterday, I’m going to blabber on a bit. Nice thing about a blog—it won’t get bored, and no one’s forced to read it! And I like other people’s long blog entries, too.

So waiting for the train in the morning, out on the platform in the cold, I’m watching this group of young boys with one of their mothers getting so excited about going into the city. I’d say fifth grade, with the littlest one in baseball cap and way too long shorts to make up for it, lots of goofing around and playing and “remember when.” Then they’d all laugh at the same time, different little boy tones mixing and sounding exactly like the cooing of mourning doves. The commuters begin filing up the stairs and out of the building, hearing the distant train rumble and the clanging of the railroad crossing going down. The kids have not noticed and then—gasp—the first, most alert one yells, “The Train!!” as it comes around the bend. And then their jaws dropped. Their eyes went wide as dinner plates. Silence for one pause of a moment, and then a cacophony of sound erupted from them. “Look!” “Do you see?” “It’s a DOUBLE DECKER!” “Mom, it’s a DOUBLE DECKER!” Beautiful happiest of happy grins on their faces. This was THE joy of joys. The trip to the city was exciting, but a double decker train was just the icing on the proverbial cake. Gosh, they were so happy. And the mother looked over and grinned at me because I was grinning at them, and I looked around and all these stony face people I’ve been riding the train with every day are smiling. It was a lovely moment at 8:20 on a blustery not quite spring day.

Today, as I said earlier, was my last day of work. No more boss/big boss. The two agents, Andrea and Mike, took me out to coffee after work and chatted and answered questions. I won’t miss the commute, or Big Boss, but I will miss some of the people. They were awfully nice to me today, and very appreciative, and it was fun talking to them outside of work. Wish I’d done it earlier…but then again, they usually stay at the office ‘til 8 or 9, and that’s just too late for me to go hang out if I’m going to be getting up at 6 the next morning and will still have to commute home.

In other interesting news, I met someone notorious today. Buzzer sounds, I get up to get it, open the door, and there are these two people standing there. My first thought is, wow, he’s so short, because the guy was a good foot below me. (I was in boots today, but still). They say hi, I’m smiling at them (because I smile at people, friendly, but with NO idea who they are), and they walk in like they own the place. Whatever, lots of people do that. So I say hi, go back to my desk, and keep doing my thing. The guy comes around the corner and asks if he can check his email. I say of course, he’s screaming like a ten year old ADD kid. No kidding, he’s running around the office making noises, doing voices, singing, chattering at everyone, laughing, being distracted and flighty. It isn’t until Deb asks him how the view was that I really start wondering. “Did you meet Barbara Walters?” she asks. Ohhh The View. He says, “Yeah, Starr Jones called me lazy but I put her in her place,” and laughs maniacally. “Deb,” I whisper, “who is this guy?” “I thought you knew,” she whispers back. “It’s Jayson Blair.”

It’s amazing, what a little knowledge can do. The man who brought down The Times. Journalistic integrity made a mockery of. Created an insta-argument against affirmative action. Lied and cheated and did all sorts of things I consider morally despicable, especially in a member of a respected paper I trusted to give me the truth. My opinion morphed from “slightly strange and random little man” to “how cowardly, dastardly, irritating, I’m so ashamed that they represent him blech blarg.”

He seemed perfectly nice, and I was a little sorry to see how fast I closed off entirely. I continued to be civil and nice until he left. I find it hard to even pretend to respect him though. Made it a more interesting day!

Getting psyched for Florida.

Had one of the all time BEST blitz wars last night. I was in a mood, so I admit, I instigated. Kept poking and prodding until everyone started playing. And BOY was it fun. The height of English dorkdom was reached when Chris started blitzing out in rhymed verse and Bright started responding in haiku. I LOVE smart people. I howled for a full hour after my bedtime, barely able to keep up with the flying wit.

Spoons now encompass three of my favorite jokes, we realized in Ireland.

I could keep blabbing, but Bright’s bored. :-)

146. Puddle-Jumping
147. No traffic
148. Swimming fully clothed
149. Watching boys act like idiots
150. Seeing someone show off for you
151. First snowfall
152. Leaves falling
153. Eating snow
154. New baby smell
155. New car smell
156. Nicknames
157. Songs that you know all the words to
158. Songs that make you cry
159. Songs with inside meaning
160. A perfect memory
161. Looking good
162. No homework
163. Organizing something
164. Finishing a good essay
165. Not having to BS
166. BSing

Ah, puddle jumping.

Me: I think i can tell what time it is reasonably accurately all day by how hungry i am.
Mich: And as to the telling time by how hungry you are thing -- I can't do that because I'm almost always hungry. Maybe that's why I have no sense of time? hmmm.

Boss: University of Chicago kid applying for an internship.
Big Boss: Oh no. Never again.
Me: Bad experience?
Boss: Yeah, the employee who lied about reading stuff.
Big Boss: No University of Chicago. And no blacks.
Boss: You didn’t just hear that.

I’m telling you, the man hates everyone. Women, all races and ethnicities, anyone who’s ever wasted his time, fat people, bald people, “humorless” people…cripes. It’s so horrifying that I almost feel bad for him. And I don’t think it’s a coincidence that he learned my name after I wore a skirt. He’s just truly appalling; every view that comes out of his mouth makes me want to kick him.
Big Boss: Boss, you’re humorless.
Boss: Whatever.
Big Boss: Oh yeah, Kristin said you’d be attractive if you weren’t so sullen.
~pause as Boss and I try to figure out who Kristin is~
Big Boss: Oh, Christine.
Boss+I: Oh really?

One more day…one more day.

In other news, I got a campus cupid match. I am so amused!

And in other other news, the facebook is officially the newest most fun procrastination/stalking tool. You can look people up, search based on knowing very little info, see pics, AND find out relationship status, what he/she is looking for, basically, as Bright said, “everything up to shoe size.” Well.

Two favorite quotes of the week from a blitz war:
Bri: go make a friend. though i do hope he shares your committment to our lord, jesus christ.
Jags: ill pray for you if you die
Goodness. The mileage some jokes have…well, I don’t think some of them will ever run out, frankly!
At least friends make it bearable, though. Things are much funnier when other people laugh with you, especially if it’s sympathetic laughter!
“I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.” Frank Lloyd Wright

Me: I’m hungry again.
Care: Big f***ing surprise.

Apparently it’s quote day in the blog!

I’m going to go pretend to do something productive.

This is a big giant YAY for Michael Robert’s terrific win today. Go Mike!
And yay Krissy for being an awesome fan with me! You were so much fun to watch with, and you didn’t moan once about the rain or cold and cheered and were so excited.

129. Surprise parties
130. An uncomfy situation you know you’ll laugh at later
131. Finding the perfect present
132. Socks
133. Favorite pair of jeans
134. Initials
135. The alphabet
136. Muscles
137. Inspector Gadget
138. Sesame Street
139. Sonic boom/tidal wave sneezes
140. Getting dressed up
141. Getting your hair cut/done/curled
142. Flowers
143. Special occasions
144. Great views
145. Egyptian Ratscrew (full contact!)

So there’s really not much better in life than a baseball game on a spring day. Could have done without the rain and cold, but Dartmouth won and Mike pitched, so that made up for it all and then some.

And Carolyn sang so beautifully in Night at the Improv. She sang Least Complicated, one of the best songs to duet to ever, and she was awesome. Poised, with such stage presence, and such a wonderful voice…I’m so proud! Love you baby!

So looking forward to spring break and spring term, and seeing all my loves again! And DANCING! Yay dancing! :-)

115. Having your hair played with
116. Joy + bubble baths
117. Massages
118. Foxes
119. Head stands and cannonballs in the pool
120. Finding something you thought you lost
121. Having a dog be happy to see you
122. Going CI (certifiably insane)
123. Wearing a watch
124. Tan lines
125. Barefoot soccer
126. Christmas
127. Christmas cards
128. Almost spitting out a drink when you start laughing

This morning I woke up feeling under the weather, and decided a full assault was the only thing to do. Finished my book (side note: it didn’t end the way I wanted it to. In fact, not a single damn thing turned out well, in my humble opinion. I hate getting to the end and having no one be truly happy. Still a good book.), ran two miles, and then decided I needed to be Zen. Capital Z Zen with capital P Pleasure. (;-))

I ran a hot bath, with lavender bubble bath. (I didn’t even use Joy!!) I lit a candle, brought in a huge ice cold glass of water with lemon in it, took an inspirational book and a Grisham book in, and brought a box of dark chocolate truffles.

My mom came in and laughed and wanted to take pictures. I didn’t let her.

So I read and splashed around and ate a few chocolates and drank my lemon water, and have just felt heavenly all day. Sometimes Zenning is very important.

Looking forward to Night at the Improv tomorrow…Care’s singing Least Complicated with Sevan. Isn’t that exciting? What a beautiful song…I’m very psyched to hear her.

Also going to trek out to cheer on the Dartmouth baseball team in a monsoon. True love…GO BIG GREEN!!!

Oh—and this selection of Things to be Happy About is a gem. Playing with hair, massages, and bubble baths are spectacular things. So is sleep, which is where I’m off to now.

101. Word games
102. Vivid pink towels
103. Irony
104. Classic lines
105. Midnight
106. Old games (Mr. Fox, Red Rover)
107. Scooters
108. Crab soccer
109. Parachutes
110. 3 legged relay races
111. water balloons
112. A&W Cream Soda
113. Nail polish + manicures
114. Nail Polish Remover

Well, a few days makes a difference. Today I had nothing to do, and instead read manuscripts and generally made myself look busy all day. It’s depressing, though, because some of the stuff is kinda good. And I know that it won’t sell here. I don’t like the vast majority of books my agency does…in fact, I’m close to ashamed of some of them.

Anyway, since the new guy’s here, and the temp is too, there are really too many of us for what has to be done (except for the busy moments when we could use two more). So we’re splitting the crappy errands between the three of us, which means that we’re all doing significantly fewer crappy errands.

Actual conversation at work:
Big Boss: I didn’t like her when she worked here. But at least she had a nice rack.
Boss: Um…I don’t think you’re supposed to say that.
Big Boss: Why the f*** not?
Boss: Because you’re not!
Big Boss: I didn’t say it about someone here now! She’s not here anymore! So why the f*** can’t I say it?
Boss: Because it could make someone feel that it’s a hostile working environment…
Big Boss: F*** you! Bulls***! How?
Boss: Because you could be looking at current employees racks and comparing them as well!
Big Boss: Oh…
The female agent, temp, and intern stare at each other in disbelief and laugh silently behind the partition.

TOTALLY did not get it. Same goes for slurs on everyone…hell, he even makes fun of fat people, and he is one! I don’t get how anyone can not get it so thoroughly.

And no, I didn’t whip out my Women’s Studies on his ass…I was running for the train, so I poked my head around the corner, said, “Goodnight, I’m out of this hostile working environment,” and left them laughing.

What else…I wore a skirt to work…simply incredible how many more friends I make in a skirt. Beautiful spring day, 60 degrees, sunny, a little breezy…I couldn’t help walking around with a big dopey smile on my face. That and the skirt and boots attracted some kind of attention. Side note: Why is it that honking and “hey sexys” make me uncomfortable, but whistling and “hey beautifuls” do not? Maybe it’s the fact that a larger percentage of the guys who say sexy turn around and follow for half a block. Not cool. Although I almost wanted him to get close enough so I could shove a boot into his big mouth…but beside the point. Jerk.

I watched the thing on Diana tonight…sad lady…made me sad for her. I do wonder if she was murdered…it really is the only thing that makes sense, terrible as that is, and as much as I wish to believe that no man could want to harm the mother of his children. Sigh.

Reading a VERY interesting book today…a novel novel, if you will. Written entirely in sonnets. Blitz for a detailed analysis. ;-) I haven’t finished it yet but I think I’d recommend it, if just for its insane technical merit, but the story is really good too, thusfar! I plan to be finished tomorrow, so I’ll let you know.

I think I hope Martha goes to jail…we all know she did it, why do we feel sorry for her? I didn’t think she should at first, but after reading about it I do believe she screwed a whole lot of people. And I feel sorry for her, but she did it, and she knew better (isn’t she on the stock market board?? Which you have to take an oath to sit on?), and she lied about it. I don’t know if all this giant trial is worth it though.

Best invention ever: stick on hot pads for cramps. Up there with the wheel in my mind right now. Bravo.

There was water on Mars, hmm? I’d be more excited if I hadn’t just read a Dan Brown book about this whole NASA faking outer space evidence for things in order to secure an election…very strange timing.

Rumsfeld is an ass. Holding people without charging them or giving them access to lawyers is unconstitutional. How can he argue that?

Seeing a trailer for Troy gave me double shivers: One for the hot men and one for the excitement of seeing an epic come to life. Ah, English majors. (Wow am I scattered tonight!)

My orange hair lover grows impatient…he’s purring insistently.

So tired. Think I’m getting sick…body gearing up for the fight. I know, I know, I took vitamin C, thanks. ;-) Going to snuggle with my boy and sleep. Dream sweet!

91. Capture-the-Flag
92. Playgrounds
93. Swings
94. Talking on the phone
95. Ice skating
96. Taking pictures
97. Full moons
98. Badminton
99. Inside jokes
100. Little kid songs

Today was so busy at work! New guy started, so much to do, and it was so gorgeous out! Warm and sunny…as Vac says, thank god for skirt weather, if not for the same reason.

So tired, though. Commuting takes so damn much out of me. Get home, eat, watch Idol, and the night’s gone. Amazing.

My newest claim to fame is meeting Steve Schirripa. Talked to the guy on the phone a bunch of times, but had no idea he was on the Sopranos. But I went to his apartment today to get tickets to the premier…and now I know he’s Bobby Bacala. Woot!

So tired. Going to read and sleep. I’m so looking forward to being back on campus…but I will miss this whole book a day thing when I have no time for anything but schoolreading. Although this summer I had it figured out…10, even 5 minutes before bed makes me a happier human being. Must try to keep that up.

Because I know how much question about this there was…I’m a huge dork! I sat down to take a peek at the html tutorial Bright sent me a few weeks ago (the one that I clicked on and laughed at for thinking it could teach me) because I couldn’t figure out some bloggy things…and suddenly things start clicking and I am manipulating things using html! I was flabbergasted. I thought for sure I was going to permanently hurt it and be sad. For a person of normal competency, this might not be that exciting, but it was big.

57. The sound of a Snapple can opening
58. The sound of peppermint patties breaking
59. Fresh mowed grass smell
60. Friends houses where you don’t have to knock
61. Good books
62. Good movies
63. Scooby-doo+ Tweety Bird+ Bugs Bunny+ Daisy+ Daffy+ Donald+ Mickey
64. Chipmunks
65. Rhododendrons
66. Chocolate chip cookie dough
67. Blockbuster
68. Candles
69. Airheads
70. Now + laters
71. Fundip
72. Tuna Melts
73. Pipe cleaners
74. Looking back on 80s fashion
75. Blackmail pictures
76. Waterfights
77. Washing cars with friends
78. Garbage bags filled with newspaper
79. S’mores
80. Dress up
81. Baby pictures
82. Pictures of the last summer
83. Skinny-dipping
84. Docks
85. Pools
86. Matching lingerie
87. Funny sunglasses
88. Yankees
89. Pizza
90. Kura Barn Sushi
91. Earrings

Mmm…cookie dough…I have eaten so much pie and so many cookies in the last two days I’m going to explode. Which also brings up the irritating point of running. I love to run. It makes me happy. Banging it out on the treadmill, having the music flowing, muscles loosening, sweating happily, ponytail bouncing all over the place…well, it’s not pretty, but it does make me a happy human being. And for right now, the cursed costo isn’t bugging me so my lungs are happy. I don’t even get out of breath-even when I sprint it out, after ten seconds jogging I’m fine. Of course, that necessary conclusion is that the rest of my body will fall apart, and my knee and foot injuries returned with a vengeance, and I’ve strained something every day I’ve run hard. Obviously conclusion…don’t run hard…but it’s like saying you can breathe…just not air.

Frustrating.

Yeah, you’re a geek, Bright, but we all are. And if you weren’t, I’m sure I wouldn’t like you half as much. ;-)

Points if you can finish this song lyric…”I don’t want somebody to love me just give me…” ;-) Good stuff, Mich. (And Jags, without whom I never would have known.)

Work tomorrow….blarg.