Bi-Polar Much?

It turns out I can go from grumpy biatch to ridiculously giddy in 8.2 seconds. Fantastic.

Also, Eric lent me a copy of the Muse cd Absolution and it's pretty rockin'. I realized after hearing the whole thing through that I'd heard "Time Is Running Out" and "Hysteria" before but "Stockholm Syndrome" has a bunch of awesome guitar solos so I liked it right away too. All in all, I think they sound like Placebo meets Queen meets another band whose name is eluding me at the moment. Good stuff.

I Blame Billy Corgan.

Yes, I live in the apartments above Powell's on Hawthorne and yes, Billy Corgan was there signing copies of his book last night. I saw him, but didn't stop to get his autograph or chat or take a photo. In fact, I was a little annoyed by his presence. He caused a line of people that stretched down the street and around the corner to block the door my building and when I tried to go in and out, they looked at me like I was the one annoying them!. There were enough people milling around that I ended up getting totally rained on while I waited for my bus. People are frickin' rude.

Anyway, when I found out who all the people were willing to brave the rain for, I started calling everyone who might give a crap that he was there. Yes, everyone includes that one guy I wasn't going to call. Guh. Damn you, Billy Corgan. Damn you.

Yes, I Voted...No, I Don't Want To Talk About Politics.

The weekend was spent mostly in my bed, sleeping until I couldn't sleep anymore and then in desperate need of a nap a few hours later... For the first time in months, I didn't go out Friday or Saturday night and, strangely, I don't feel like I missed a thing nor do I feel like I was missed. Sunday night, I felt great and was happy to be among friends (even got a compliment from the king of nothing nice to say), but today I'm back to not wanting to do anything but sleep. The seasons are changing and I'm going into hibernation mode with a vengence. Blankets and pillows and pjs, oh my.

In other news....wait, there is no other news. Nothing worth mentioning is happening in the romance department and work is the same old shit, different day. Meh.

"Tucky Bunnies"

My friend Tim out in Boston says he's "gonna to go tucky bunnies" when we're on the phone and he's gotta go to bed. I know it's Friday and I'm supposed to go out and make the most of the fact that I can sleep all day tomorrow if I want to, but nothing sounds better right now than going tucky bunnies. I may, however, change my mind after a nap when I get home, so if you see me later somewhere other than in my apartment, don't give me "that" look.

Dudes.

I don't get 'em. Any of 'em. Blah.

Coming Down From The Dressed Up High

One of the reasons I don't get dressed up very often is the few days after... I feel so...blah. Boring. Plain. The reaction I got on Sunday night gave me a crazy high but today I'm feeling sort of deflated. I heard so many people say I should wear stuff like I wore on Sunday more often but, if I dressed up more often, it wouldn't be as special when I do. And really, when it comes right down to it, I'm a t-shirt and whatever girl. Strappy dresses usually make me feel naked (although Sunday I felt strangely comfortable) and I'm already tall so heels are a rarity. Anyway, the point is that I'm feeling blah...and the only solution is to go shopping. Sweet.

My Psychic Powers Strike Again

Last night was so much fun! I love seeing everyone dressed up and while I always think my friends are hot tamales, last night they all looked great. I spent a good portion of the evening blushing (so good for the ego) and to top it all off, I won the big raffle prize of the night: my very own karaoke machine! Sweet! The funniest part is that I totally called it about two minutes before my name was called... crazy. I'm still smiling.

If You're Feeling Generous...

I still want a t-shirt that says, "Damn, I'm funny." or "I crack myself up."

"Thank you for your interest, but the position has been filled."

Date problem solved before pool last night, thank gawd....I was in a FOUL mood by the time it was over at 11:30(!!!) and left right away. No, I don't want to talk about it. Suffice it to say that I'm getting too old for this crap.

Damnit, Beavis.

I found out last night, in a weird round-about way, that the person I asked to the party on Sunday has a girlfriend. He got his own invite last night as well, so I suppose I should be consoled by the fact that I found out early enough to ask someone else. So, without further ado:

SWF iso back up date
Me: cute, intelligent, funny, cleans up nice. You: cute, intelligent, funny, available from 8pm until whenever this Sunday night. Semi-formal attire required. Drunken make-out potential preferred but will make exception for good conversationalist. Leave a message at the beep.

I Probably Shouldn't Like This Stuff, But Whatever.

1. The band Switchfoot. I love their song "Dare You To Move" so much that I went and bought the album the other day. I pretty much like the whole thing.

2. The tv show Charmed. Alyssa Milano is hot. Yeah, it's cheezy and ridiculous, but so was Buffy and I loved that too, so shut it.

3. Yukon Jack, straight. It's straight from the Devil, but I love the warm fuzzy feeling that comes immediately after you take a shot. I've lately been ordering snakebites (Yukon and lime juice) and they're just peachy for sipping.

4. The movie Barbarella. Jane Fonda was apparently a lot more fun before she became a stuffy activist (can you say hot in those space outfits?!) and without this film, Duran Duran would have had to pick some lame name like Simon and the Taylors.

5. Hot Topic. I'm not ashamed. I love that place. The mall will never be cool, but the Nintendo wrist bands Brad has been sporting are sweet.

"...wouldn't have guessed you were older than 23..."

I had a great weekend. Friday night: out with the cool kids and breakfast at the 24 Hour Hotcake House on Powell. Trip drove Laura home naked. Nice. Saturday night: out with the other cool kids to see CAC at the Tonic and then to the BR where I surprised myself by asking an acquaintance to the cocktail party this coming Sunday. Go me! Follow that up with a stranger asking me if I was a PSU student. Sweet! Sunday night: out with the regulars (also cool) and singing songs I don't normally do... I should just start taking requests all the time and see what happens. Saturday and Sunday days: shopping, having lunch with friends and getting my hairs cut. The shopping was kind of a bust, but the haircutting made up for it a little.

Tonight, I sleep.

I'm A Winner...Yay!

I had a good time last night after winning at pool (finally...all that negative reinforcement really worked!), singing and being goofy with the usual crew of Wednesday nighters and a hoard of WCI students who managed to join in on every song and crack us up. While at pool, I talked to D for a bit before we started and he said something about being in yet another transitional period after thinking he'd finally gotten through the one he was previously in... I told him his whole life will be transitional and he said he thought he was living through the difficult transitional years. I think every transition is difficult. Life just doesn't seem to get easier. We learn to deal with it better and roll with the punches and let things slide or fight the battles that we deem worthy and struggle to keep what/who we see as important "in." Priorities shift and routines change and people change. If life was stagnant, we'd all be bored.

In conclusion, I'm glad we're talking again. I missed my friend.

I Don't Feel So Good...

Stayed home sick yesterday. Yuck.