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a) Yesterday I got an intense craving for a McDonalds Filet of Fish sammich. This craving was so intense that I just had to have one in my stomach. So I left work early so I could get to a McDonalds before rush hour lines started to get me one. Now, the funny thing about this all is that I have never ever before in my life had a filet of fish sammich. So where did this craving come from? Who knows, but it was damn yummy. Perhaps I'm pregnant?
b) Look what finaly came out on DVD:
!!!!!!!
2001 Maniacs, the sequel to the BEST MOVIE EVER MADE, Two Thousand Maniacs! Yes, it does star Robert Englund (the original starred a Playboy Bunny). I am so excited to see it, but I will wait to watch it with Matt (of the hoodlum, formally mattmatt variety). He is the only one around who truly appreciates the fine mind of HG Lewis (blah to you, MattyK). We still have to watch Eraserhead one of these days too. :( I miss Thursday night horror movies formally appearing on Wednesday now appearing on Tuesdays or whatever it ended up being.
c) I saw this car the other day:
I want it! It is so the perfect combination of hearse/rocket/bad 50s prom date. Plus it matches my couch. It's less than $6,000. Come on, you know you want to buy it for me.
d) I started class the other day, Fiction writing. I think I'm going to like it a lot. It was also really nice to see that almost everyone from my travel writing and magazine writing classes were there. All us Naperville class people bond. They were all excited to hear that I am going to Europe as I am known as pretty much only going to Vegas. hehe. There was another girl who I've never had classes with that said the last book she read was Perks of Being a Wallflower and she felt a little odd about it since it was a young adult book, but I went to talk with her at break and told her that I loved it too. I'm trying to be a good student this quarter, I;ve already done my first pass at all the readings due next Wednesday, and am going to try to read everything three times. Lets see how long I keep that up, but it's a good goal. For next week I have to write a 3 page scene based on dialogue in which one of the characters has to want something that the other person doesn't want to give him or her. I was telling this to matt (of the hoodlum, formally mattmatt variety) and he suggested a topic, then suggested that we could just write the whole darn thing right there on aim. So, ladies and gentlemen, a three page dialogue in which a fish tries to get a fairy to bring him some vino:
faeriewingtips : hey matt i am going to europe
Fisch5881 : hey thats awesome
faeriewingtips : i know
Fisch5881 : what countries are you visiting?
faeriewingtips : germany, italy, france, switzerland, and greece
Fisch5881 : ahhh
Fisch5881 : i've been to the first four
faeriewingtips : thats cool
Fisch5881 : you're going to have an awesome time
faeriewingtips : i hope so
faeriewingtips : is there anything you'd like me to bring back for you?
Fisch5881 : hmm
faeriewingtips : dirt perhaps?
Fisch5881 : well
Fisch5881 : yes, dirt!
Fisch5881 : and hey!
Fisch5881 : when i was in italy
Fisch5881 : i saw this giant bottle of wine
faeriewingtips : wow
Fisch5881 : like 3 or 5 litres
Fisch5881 : and i didnt get it
faeriewingtips : thats a lot
faeriewingtips : i'm sorry
Fisch5881 : because i didnt want to carry it around
Fisch5881 : but i really want it
Fisch5881 : can you get it for me?
Fisch5881 : i'll pay!
faeriewingtips : i don't know
faeriewingtips : it might be too big to fit into my suitcase
Fisch5881 : bah!
Fisch5881 : but its 5 litres of wine!
faeriewingtips : yeah, but what if it breaks?
faeriewingtips : i'd get wine all over my clothes
faeriewingtips : and smell like a drunk
Fisch5881 : and you could lick them clean
Fisch5881 : itd be great
Fisch5881 : i'd pay for clothes that taste like wine whne you suck on them
faeriewingtips : hehe, yeah, maybe i could sell them to people then
Fisch5881 : plus i dont think itll break
faeriewingtips : but i'm still not sure
Fisch5881 : i mean its pretty solid glass
faeriewingtips : glass breaks though
Fisch5881 : but its thick!
Fisch5881 : just dont drop it down the piazzale michelangelo steps
faeriewingtips : i guess you might be right
faeriewingtips : I don't know though
faeriewingtips : what's in it for me?
faeriewingtips : would you buy me a pony or something?
Fisch5881 : 1. you get to add to the startlingly tacky decor of my bedroom
Fisch5881 : 2. i'll buy you pink paint that you can paint matt's car with
Fisch5881 : 3. i'm already buying you a pony in return for some cookies from germany
Fisch5881 : what would you do with two ponies?
faeriewingtips : have them play together
faeriewingtips : and make baby ponies
Fisch5881 : i dont know how to tell the difference between boy and girl ponies
Fisch5881 : i'd probably end up getting you two boys
faeriewingtips : the pink ponies are girls and the blue ones are boys, silly
Fisch5881 : oh
Fisch5881 : ok
faeriewingtips : i'll do it for a pink pony and a blue pony then
Fisch5881 : i dont think i'm supposed to succeed in this conversation though
faeriewingtips : you can
Fisch5881 : oh ok
Fisch5881 : well then
Fisch5881 : for two ponies will you buy me a roll of cookies from munich and a giant bottle of wine from tuscany?
faeriewingtips : ok, i guess i will then
Fisch5881 : awesome!
faeriewingtips : the end
I think it deserves an A.
So, I found out last night that one of my favorite authors Rachel Cohn (yesyes, I like books meant for teenagers) puts together soundtracks for her books. This excited me as I do that too. I have one for Perfect Gray (my novel in progress) but I think it needs some spicing up (this is mainly do to my very limited interest in music, I like it but don't seek it out. As Wendy, my heroine and alterego says, "I just don't have the energy").
I also got these ubercute cd sleeves today:
front
back
so, yes I am being a dork and want to make a perfect cd to put in them. hehe.
The three songs I definatly will have are:
The Smiths "Asleep" - stolen from Perks of Being a Wallflower which is one of my favorite books and my sometimes inspiration
Alkaline Trio "Radio" - Just because I and therefore Wendy like to play this over and over to appease many an emotion
Verve Pipe "Freshmen" - Because it was playing in the car the night he first tried to kiss me.
If anyone has any suggestions for music I might like or that would fit young adult coming of age bs, let me know! I really only listed to whats on the radio.
Since this is an all music themed post, I shall now share a SEXY almost naked pic of Sid playing the guitar that I took about a year ago and just got back recently, enjoy!
Basically I have to quit my job for the summer because I plan on doing a lot of traveling and summer school, which I totally justify since I have never really traveled much before and want to seize the opportunity, plus I hate my job and was going to look for a new one anyways. However, I am then faced with a pickle. I will have my masters degree in November (hopefully) so then might have more job options open to me (more in location than in education level). So...
Options for quitting my job:
1) I quit in June and look for a new job for July/Augustish
2) I quit in June but ask to come back part time through November (If all goes according to plan, I will have my masters by Thanksgiving). And find a new job in November/December. This way I'm not limited to just finding a job in Chicago. Part of me defiantly wants to stay, I'll miss everyone too much :( But I might be able to find something better if I move somewhere else. Admittedly, I am also frustrated and angry, and sad lately which often makes me think of picking up and starting a new life somewhere. Or maybe I could find a temp job in the city (I'll probably be taking classes in Lincoln Park so I'd have to leave early if I was working at the RE/MAX, hence part of the reason for part time) until November.
3) I quit my job in June then take extra computer classes and work on my writing until November then have more options. Since starting my job over a year and a half ago I have been so worn out to think too much about my novel. I mean, I know it's a long shot to even think about it getting published, but it's even more so of a long shot if I'm not working on it. Plus since I would be taking two classes at DePaul plus at least one more class somewhere else, it would be like I was in school full time then. There are a couple of programs I'd really like to learn and would probably help me get a better job.
4) I just try to get fired and collect unemployment (haha, not the best option I suppose).
Some things to consider:
1) I probably don't need my masters degree to find the type of jobs I would want (I am defiantly finishing it, but I could find a new local job without it mattering if I had one or not).
2) I'm scared of everything.
3) My main goals in life don't really center on having a full time job. However, jobs pay bills and I am not in the position to make a living without a full time job. (I can live with it as I have very few expenses at the moment).
4) I should have a years salary (granted my salary sucks, but still) in savings (even after Europe, etc.).
5) I am probably traveling for at least a month this summer, plus my best friends wedding, plus summer school which is why I will have to quit in June.
6) I'll be in school the whole time, so that counts for something.
7) Not working from mid June through mid November will be almost half a year of unemployment (I didn't really realize that until just now, eep!). Scary.
8) I'm not sure if my company will go for me asking to come to work part time.
So, do I crawl back to my job after a thrilling summer? Do I forget everything for a while and just try to follow my dreams? Do I stay in Chicago or try to brave it out there alone in the world? I more so wrote this out for myself to try to sort through my options (like it hadn't occured to me that not having a job until November was a very long time of being unemployed), but since I am bad at making desisions for myself, someone tell me what to do.
When I was a kid I had an indoor pool. I kept it in my room although my parents disapproved. It was one of those kiddie pool blow-up inflatable things that was blue and clear and had pictures of cartoon fish. It cost only two dollars at the K-Mart (or maybe the Venture, remember the black and white zebra stripes?) I inflated it and kept it on the paint-stained hardwood floors of my bedroom. I just liked being able to tell people that we had an indoor pool.
To fill it up I had to take a pitcher of water into the bathroom across the hall and fill that up and dump one pitchers worth of water into the pool at a time. It took too many trips. I'd put on a bathing suit and slosh around in it, or sit with my feet in it as I watched out my window to see if the guy that I liked who lived around the block was walking his dog or going to the library. The water only went up to my ankles. After some time (not too long of a time) the water would grow green and white toppings, thick lace that would coat the surface. Bugs would swarm around the top and die on the surface. I could no longer put my feet into the pool without growing a layer of film on my toes.
To empty the pool I had to scoop up a pitchers worth of water and carry it to my bathroom and dump it out into the bathtub. It took too many trips. I'd then have to scrub the pool down and bring back pitchers worth of fresh water.
Eventually (after not too long of a time) I grew tired of this little ritual and let the pool fester up more green and white and insects until I finally dumped it away for good and could now only tell people that I used to have an indoor pool.
I forgot something from the wine bar the other night. JoeJoe, while taking me home, came to the circle aka 8-corners aka a roundabout (as only mapquest calls it). "What, are we in Europe?" Joe said. He then decided to take two laps around it. I'm surprised that he is the first person I know to have ever done this when coming to it for the first time. Points to him too for not using his turn signal. Only outsiders use their turn signal at 8-corners.
Oh, plus "I'm afraid to get into cars." Hehe.
I read Fight Club yesterday, all in one sitting minus a couple breaks to do laundry. It was a good book although it probably would have been better if I had not seen the movie before. I actually slept through the movie twice before, before ever actually seeing it years later.
I now want to read the bible. Not for religious awakening or anything mind you. I just feel that I should know the work as a writer or something like that. Especially since my novel probably has a lot of religious undertones (immaculate conception, etc.) I dug out my mom's old old one from 1953. I love it because it has a great Catholic encyclopedia that has crazy definitions for everything. For instance:
Obsession: The state of one who suffers more or less continual molestation or even actual possession by the Devil.
I said "I know you don't love me"
You said "I do love you."
I was trying to give you an out.
You said you didn't have to say I love you because I should have known by your actions.
You said you loved me only once.
You never said you loved me. You never said you loved her.
You said "I enjoy being single, I don't have time for a girlfriend"
Then showed up with another girl.
After two years together and I told you I no longer wanted to see you and you just said "OK."
You told me I was being paranoid by thinking you liked someone else, and then dumped me for her.
You held my hand in public, you put your arm around me during movies, you told me that you never wanted me to leave, you called me yours, you said that I fit better than anyone and then said that I misinterpreted you.
You call her stupid and lazy and worthless. And so do I. You call me a child.
Quick outing to Parallel last night with JoeJoe, Sid (yay! I got to see Sid before he left), and Julie. Had some yummy Riesling and an apple crisp and looked at European train maps. Joe is demanding that I take part in some of the planning. bah. Julie suggested a couple places we have to go, like a hostel that wakes you up with mooing techno music and a place that just serves steak - medium rare, well-done - and that is all. Can't wait!
I finally got back some rolls of film, so here is a picture update:
My 25th birthday at Parallel
Not too many.
The rest of the pics can be found here.
The Auto Show
How did I manage to take all those pics of an auto show without one of MattyK?? The world will never know.
Here is the pink car I found!!! I was so excited. Matt promised and delivered.
The rest of the pics can be found here.
In other news, blah. :(
Edit: Matt complained that there were no pics of him at the auto show, so I scrounged one up:
or, maybe not.
That should BE something.
Everything should be something!
That was the motto of our Vegas '06 trip. Why isn't cherry, cherry, seven, seven, seven something??? It's beyond me. I also still think that it is totally unfair that you can get blank, blank, blank. Here's a recap for all you suckers who didn't come. I'm having trouble remembering what we did at some points, which I guess means it was a good vacation:
Thursday, March 16, 2006
I woke up at 3:30 to make it to my flight at 6:30 am. At the airport they had to inspect my bags. Apparently 3 cameras plus one giant bag of change equals national security threat. It was impossible to find a seat at the gate because everyone was sleeping and taking up 3 or 4 seats. I also managed to break my boarding pass and was paranoid that they weren't going to let me on. On the plane the safety video broke. Yup. I also closed my window at one point and was terrified to open it for fear of seeing a gremlin on the wing. Four hours later at 8:30 am I arrived in Vegas. It defiantly doesn't look as cool as when flying in at night.
After making my way to the Luxor I call up JoeJoe and go up to our fourth floor room. The view sucks and there are these strange cables swinging against our window every few minutes. We then changed rooms to the 14th floor, right near Wilkey, and with a view of the Rio and Palms and the mountains. We then walked around forever chasing after a Starbucks (I'd been awake for almost twelve hours with no caffeine and the Pepsi machine right outside our room was broken).After several near misses (there's one, nope coming soon), we found one in New York, New York (leave it to New York to have a Starbucks). Alina, Joe, and I walked around the Coke store (no Coke blak, damn, but they did have some American Idol season 3 bottles). Joe and I went to check out the pool and then we all headed to Mandalay Bay to watch basketball. The Illini game was postponed though so once Glen got in we went to meet him and then went to watch that at the Bellagio. While the boys watched their sports, Alina and I watched an old man totally hitting on the waitress and then some poker players who were getting massages while playing.
Once jen arrived, we skipped out of the end of the game and headed to heaven in the form of the Bellagio buffet. It cost $30 and was very surprised when there was someone behind me pushing in my chair for me after I sat down. Classy. We filled up on plate after plate of sushi, venison, prime rib, pasta, potatoes, crab legs, and of course dessert. mmmmmm. The food was soso good but I was feeling so sick due to waking up early, flying, lack of caffeine, lack of food (we had starved all day in anticipation) so I couldn't take full advantage like glen eating 10 plates of sushi and Joe eating prime rib for dessert and Alina eating 20 desserts.
After dinner, Alina, JoeJoe, Joe, Meredith, and I went to the Wynn to see Avenue Q. Twas brilliant. Basically the show is Sesame Street on crack. It has puppets who sing songs such as "If you're gay its OK" and "Everyone's a little bit racist." There was also sex and nudity and "bad idea bears" who would convince people to go buy lots of beer. Hilarious.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Friday was basically a day of sightseeing. Kelly got in early and then off we went. Lions at the MGM, M&M World to see how they really are made, pathetic rain storm at Alladin (I swear it used to be better), the butterfly and dragonfly themed Bellagio Conservatory (where Heather joined us), Ceasars Palace, the Venetian. At the Venetian we watched a bride and groom take a sail down the grand canal. Awwww. After our tour of the strip, JoeJoe, Alina, and Kelly went off to see Cirque de Soleil's "O" and the rest of us went off to gamble. Most everyone else played poker and I confined myself to 2 penny slots where I worked off of the same dollar for over an hour. When JoeJoe got back, some of us went over to Nine Fine Irishmen. Very shortly after the drinks were served we were told they were closing but "you can take your drinks with you." Only in Vegas.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Saturday was one of those days where you wake up the next morning and can't believe that that happened just yesterday. It started out leisurely by the pool. It was a little chilly so I just sat with my feet in the hot tub for some of the time. We then went to a little Mexican restaurant to eat yummy food, drink margaritas (yum, melon flavored), talk about vibrators, and watch the Illini lose. After that Alina left :( She told Joe he was allowed to do anything I asked of him while she was gone as long as it was something he'd do for her if asked. Hehe, let the reign of torture begin. We then went on a hunt for cheap gambling. It started with the Tropicana, which despite promise, had none, then a long stroll down the strip (stopping for some hot coffee along the way, who knew Vegas got that cold?) We stopped at Harrah's and a few other places and finally (after somehow losing Wilkey and Meredith along the way) made it to Casino Royale, a hellhole of a place with craps, roulette, and other suchness for under $5. I watched as everyone played craps (Go Susie! Go Larry! Go Lee!). At the slots, JoeJoe laughed at my new method for playing. He earlier told me that it is not true that if you leave a machine and someone else walks up to it and wins a bazillion dollars that you would have won the same if you had stayed for just one more spin. It all works on random number generation or something. This got me over the paranoia of not being able to leave a machine. It however created a new habit of putting my hand on the lever, closing my eyes, concentrating, and trying to wait for the exact right moment to pull. After the Casinos, JoeJoe, Kelly, Jen, Heather and I went to a dance club at the Rio. Glen decided to stay home (boo). The club we decided on cost $20 (boo) but once inside advertised 3 for $9 beer for the next 10 minutes only so I had me a cheap Killian's and all was good. Before getting inside Heather decided to split (boo to her too). Kelly and Jen danced with a bunch of random guys and I made JoeJoe pretend to be my boyfriend so I wouldn't have to. They were all kind of smarmy looking and for me, dancing in whatever way they were dancing with a random guy is not my idea of fun. A couple of them came up and just started shaking their ass at mine and I'm like hello, get out of my personal space now, I did not say that could go there. JoeJoe was a good cover at least, even though he doesn't like to dance. When we got back to the hotel we decided to go gambling some more. At about 5 or 6 in the morning I sat down at a Roulette table, lost $5, put a bet that included my lucky number 13 and its two corner spaces. The ball landed on my lucky number 13 and I won a lot. I put $30 aside (the $20 I started with plus an extra 10) and then proceeded to lose all the rest of my winnings). When I went to cash in my chips the lady said to me "Have a good day," and I'm like, day? It's almost bed time. Around 7 or so we finally went up to bed, where JoeJoe insisted on sharing a bed with me.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
We woke up, well, late (no surprise there, eh?) We ate at a champagne brunch buffet, which was just a regular old buffet that served lunch food and breakfast food and had little plastic cups of champagne. Jen then took off for home and we all went to the Stratosphere where we went 1,149 feet in the air for a view of all of Vegas. They had these metal strips along the window that you could lean out against for a better view down and out. JoeJoe held me while I did it so I wouldn't die, but I couldn't look at much anyways. Heather and I found out we were separated at birth both being afraid of heights, and loving to torture JoeJoe and loving MTV reality shows. We were both pretty scared to be up there. JoeJoe and Kelly went onto this ride called Insanity which was, well, insane. It's this big claw thing. That spins. Up at the very top of the stratosphere. Hanging off the side of the building. Scary. I, bravely, made my way to the outside observation deck and actually managed to get near the edge, shakily, but there. We then spent some time gambling there, where I won $40 on one hand of video poker. I cashed out right away. hehe.
We went to the Bellagio fountains, beautiful as always. Glen found out, while stopping to get batteries for his camera, that the Bellagio does in fact carry both beef jerky and KY lubricant. We got dinner at Bertolini's, a yumyummy Italian place at Ceasars.
Glen, JoeJoe, Kelly and I went to ghostbar, a bar up at the top of the Palms. It was a really nice place except that to get a table you had to be famous or something. We did find some seating in what Glen and I came to call the "creepy room" because it was basically empty minus a few people groping and making out. My theory is, if no one else is in there, there is a reason for it. So, I sucked it up in the freezing weather to stand outside because it was at least less creepy. The highlight of the bar was the bartender. Me and Joe went up to the bar to get drinks. We were standing there for a few minutes when this woman sidles up and pushes her way to the front, then hoists her chest out and leans in front of us to try to block us out. The bartender walked right past her and took our orders. I just asked for something fruity and he gave me a yummy mixture that tasted like those little gummy peach rings. Yumyum.
After freezing our asses off outside we decided it was time to leave to spend the rest of the night gambling at the hotel. I lost another $20 on roulette way too fast. Me and Glen were the only ones at the table so it went wayway to quickly. Heather and Glen then had to depart around 5am :( and the rest of us passed out.
Monday, March 20, 2006
We woke up just in time to say goodbye to Kelly, and it was down to just me and Joe and Wilkey and Meredith. After lunch at the food court (corn dog and fries for $10) and some Nathan's Famous trivia, Wilkey and Meredith had to leave as well. And then there were two. JoeJoe and I went on a hunt for shot glasses, then he lost a lot of money on blackjack. We walked around MGM looking at expensive menus and the high roller slots. We found one machine that was a $500 slot. Seriously, you put in $500 and have one shot at making it big. Could you imagine getting blank, blank, blank??? Crazyness. The best part was that it still had a coin slot. You know, in case you have $500 worth of coins laying around. We also found the most brilliant game ever. Basically it was a big table with a miniature race track inside of it and little plastic ponies that run around the track. The game gives them odds and you bet quarters on which fake pony you think will win. Unfortunately it was a pretty popular game so we didn't get to play :( We went over to Tropicana then and Joe lost more money on blackjack. Stupid cards not going right once. And then it was time for JoeJoe to go, leaving me with 7 hours alone time in Vegas. I took an hour to walk through the store at Mandalay and eat some Cappuccino gelato. Since I didn't have much money and my feet were killing me, I then stuck a $5 in a two penny slot and continued to play off of that for the next two hours before heading off to the airposrt.
At the airport I got on one of those moving walkways. There were 2 people in front of me. In front of them was a man pushing a woman in a wheelchair. Now, there is a reason there are signs posted to not put wheelchairs on the moving walkways. At the end, the wheels hit the metal strip, turned, and the chair got stuck. The chair that took up the entire width of the walkway got stuck. Therefore, everyone behind it had to turn around and run like hell in the opposite direction (basically running in place) so that we wouldn't get killed or mangled. Not fun. I also managed to break my boarding pass again (how do you people keep it in one piece? It's an anomaly to me). I have decided never to fly America West again. Every seat on the plane had an ashtray (I wonder how old it was) and somehow the pilot thought it was a good idea to try to make the Vegas to Chicago flight in less than three hours. Somehow that didn't seem right.
It was actually a really amazing trip. I had so much fun, and would almost venture to say that it was my best trip out there thus far (which is kind of surprising, considering...). It was also contenting in that at the end of it and throughout it wasn't one of those vacations where I am dying to get out of there or where I never want to leave. It just happened. And it was amazing.
All my pictures can be found here: www.valbromann.com/vegas2006.htm
So, who's up for Reno '07???
I'm in...
Woohoo!
Third times the charm, right?
Maybe I'll hit it big.
Hardly possible because I'm a wuss gambler and have that I can't quit now mentality.
I mostly play slots because at least I can't lose 20 bucks in 2 minutes that way like I can in roulette. Hehe. What really gets you though is when you realize that the more money you put in, the more dingdingdingdinging sounds it makes. Hehe. I am looking forward to:
Marrying JoeJoe
Avenue Q
Croissants at Paris
The Bellagio Buffet
4 days off of work
a warmer climate
Hanging out with friends I hardly ever see
When I get back from Vegas I will have some massive picture updates including Vegas (duh), my 25th birthday (finally), and the auto show (go pink cars!). Silly me who still prefers her film over digital. Ohwell. Happy spring break everyone!
MMartian33: i have a confession
faeriewingtips: yes?
MMartian33: i saw a commercial for a new reality tv show and was actually intrigued enough to check out the website
Who knew? I guess if I can get converted to watching 24 (except that it makes me cry every week, seriously), JoeJoe can get converted to reality tv, right? Right??
Joe and I were discussing a little bit of a plan for Europe. He sent me this map he drew of where things are and train times:
Yeah, I don't understand it either. I told him to just tell me where we're going and I will find restaurants. Hehe. Anywhere I go and that is what I look forward to most: food. I so should be a food writer.
2 days till Vegas!
Glen told me that once you go black, you never go back. I have now found this to be true. It's not that I don't want to leave the black, it's that black refuses to leave. Apparently:
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Yeah. Basically my roots are bright orange and the rest still really dark. Ohwell, tis only hair. I wanted to go orangy red for Vegas since I'll be there for St. Patricks Day. I figured if I looked semi-Irish maybe some random guy would want to make out with me in a fit of celebration. Yes. I do think like that.
So, the other day we went back to Parallel 42. Still amazing. I tried the rosé Prosecco and split some shaved beef and mozzarella. Then had some of that Rosa Regale. Yumyumyum. I like any wine that is sweet, crisp, and sparkly (just like moi, hehe). MattyK, his friend Adam and his crew, Jen, Scott and Brandana all came. A conversation held in the car on the way home:
Matt or Scott (I don't remember which: "Val is popular"
Me: "That's because I put out"
Scott: "That needs to be quoted."
Hehe.
Saturday was my editing final. I'm getting at least an A- for 75% of my grade, so as long as I didn't fuck it up too much, I should be good. I did finish the test awfully fast, but I don't tend to overthink things like most of the people in the grad program seem to. We'll see. I do know that this class has ruined me from reading things. Especially crappy little publications and such because I just keep picking out all the errors. Hehe. When hotmail had the term African-American on the main mail page for a week I wanted to strangle them. Seriousness. Now, mind you, I don't give a crap about grammar when people talk to me (unless in formal business settings), in blogs, emails, ims, etc. Who the hell cares there? I cannot stand nitpickers who go nuts over grammar in such situations. It's only in actual published documents that someone is paid to put together where it should matter. So, don't criticize my blog's grammar or call me a hypocrite for writing so poorly here. I don't give a damn. Anyways, editing is over! Fiction writing starts in a week or two, should be a cool class. I defiantly prefer the creative classes to the technical ones.
Ohohoh. Today I bought this skirt:
I think it is rather ugly. But it was on the 99cent rack at Old Navy. I'll buy anything that is that cheap. If I wear it once its worth it, right?? I also bought some cute baggy cargo pants with gold twisty designs on the bottom and two tops that make my boobs look great. I didn't even try them on at the store, and when I got home I put them on and was like wow. Most shirts just make me look flatflat, so I relish in anything that makes me look as if I have a chest. Sorry, no pictures for you. I'll probably wear them both in Vegas though, so there will be pics from that.
I'm sick or going above and beyond to make others happy while making myself miserable. I cried at my desk from stress the other week. I haven't picked up my phone in a week because I can't bear to deal with anyone.
1) Woman tells me to get her photos for her property from a virtual tour she has online. Ummm, virtual tours are done in flash, meaning the only way for me to get these pics is to take a screencap, paste it into a Photoshop file, crop, digitally remove the big logo from the virtual tour company.
2) Man calls and leaves a message for me to make copies of his brochure (note, he never just wants copies, when doing the feature sheets I always have to fish for the information in the listing sheet to put on there, then get yelled at for choosing the wrong information that isn't important enough, then am expected to call his office to have them fax over the disclosures, then have to scan it into my computer to remove the stupid fax marks at the top, then I have to take everything sort it and staple it.). Anyways, I make the copies and, since it is nearing the end of the day, I put it in the courier pouch that is shortly leaving for the guy's office. The next day, over 24 hours after receiving the order, he leaves another message telling me to cancel that order since the property sold. At this point, the copies are already at his office. He then calls the next day, not only yelling at me for making the copies (and refusing to pay for them) but also yelling at me for sending them to his office and not leaving them here for him to pick up.
It's just that no one seems to understand that sometimes I need to do what is best for me. That particular day I sent the guys brochures over, I had 50 projects on my list of things to do. I was so stressed and so busy that I was just on autopilot sending stuff out, not calling people, just getting things done and out of my hands. On a normal day I can usually polish off about 5 projects. On a good day, up to ten. That day I did over 15.
In better news I got an A- on the editing test I thought I bombed. The way I figured grading would be done, I thought I'd gotten two to three times more wrong than what I actually got. For instance, if a name had to be underlined and I put it in quotes, I thought that would be three wrong: 2 for each quote mark and 1 for not underlining (which actually means italics, go figure). Instead he just gave 1 wrong for doing the wrong thing. I also got an extra credit point for knowing to uncapitalize the word laureate in Nobel Laureate. Go me! I am sure I fascinated all of you.
"Whether to kill yourself or not is one of the most important decisions a teenager can make"
MattH and I made MattyK watch Heathers last night. Brilliant movie. He at least liked it more than the Gruesome Twosome. I guess that's not saying much. I made my yummy garlic bread specialty for everyone. I think it lived up to Chinns.
Later, I was in MKs room and his pj pants were on the bed. Why do men's pj pants have the front hole in them? Matt says no one uses it anyways. And that's in underwear. I told him that some people have to use them and this was the conversation:
Me: Ask Joejoe how he goes to the bathroom.
Matt: I don't think he does.
Hehe. This was of course, after Matt and Joe declared their love for each other over aim.
Speaking of JoeJoe, Sidalicious sent me this photo of him today:
I almost fell out of love right then. Shameshame. Luckily it was just posed. I guess though now Joe knows what to do if he ever wants to get rid of me. hehe. What I do find most shocking about the photo is that Joe seems to have a coordinating Sox hat for every outfit.
I was going to complain about work now, but I don't feel like it. All I have to say is:
1 more week and my editing class will be over.
2 more weeks and I'll be in Vegas.
3 more months and I will have quit.
Next week we have 3 nights of American Idol, the finale of Project Runway, the 2 hour premiere of Americas Next Top Model, the O.C. is back, plus VH1 has 5 nights of I Love Toys. How in the hell am I going to study for my final on Saturday???
Yay! We ordered our dresses for Jenny's wedding today. They really are nice: long, lavendar, not too poofy and just fancy enough to not go over the gaudy ugly line. They have a little bit of beading and a sloopysloop waist that is very flattering. When we went I was the only one excited about trying them on again (except Jenny who tried one on too just for the hell of it). boo. i love dressing up! I even tried on a couple of veils. I never really wanted one until I start trying them on and see how gorgeous i am. hehe.
This is the dress we got:
This is the picture of it from the website:
So...
This is what I look like in the dress:
hehe.
Sherry is one of the bridsmaids too. Today was probably the first time since high school that I've seen her. I really fell out of touch with everyone besides Jenny and Nadia. It was good to see her again. yay! I can't wait until we all start getting together to put together favors and plan bridal showers and all that. Yes, I do love my wedding planning. and my friends! yay!
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