You're so Vain, You Probably Think this LJ is About You

Oh, puke. I hadn't heard much about the tea parties, but any curiosity I had has been squashed by the knowledge that Gov. Perry is for them. I've heard enough. What an attention-grabbing douche.

In other news, it's still National Poetry Month!

( I'm an emotional idiot... )

Love that poem. It may be a little high on the crazy, but damn if I haven't felt like that before!

My plan to sleep in has been thwarted by a barage of text messages from work. A couple of questions, but mainly funny little notes wishing me happy birthday, etc. Aw!

Okay, this is like the third straight day of FOG in San Antonio. It's warm, muggy weather out. Better than the insane amounts of snow others seem to be getting at the moment, though (8 inches? Really?!).

Heh, heh - I am buying Loreena McKennitt's Christmas album right now. ^____^

I still wish I could go see Cook and Weiland in Las Vegas but as long as I can catch it on TV or someone gets some good audio/video of the event, I am satisfied.

OMG - it's nearly Christmas!!!

Also, I am not turning forty quite yet, but this poem is fabulous and still applies. ♥

Turning Forty

At times it's like there is a small planet
inside me. And on this planet,
there are many small wars, yet none
big enough to make a real difference.
The major countries—mind and heart—have
called a truce for now. If this planet had a ruler,
no one remembers him well. All
decisions are made by committee.
Yet there are a few pictures of the old dictator—
how youthful he looked on his big horse,
how bright his eyes.
He was ready to conquer the world.

- Kevin Griffith

My co-worker went to my high school for a year and so we remember some of the same people from a long time ago. She asked me to bring my yearbook to work and tonight I pulled it out and had a great laugh. Mmmm, my curly, curly perm brings all the boys to the yard! LOL...

I notice that the more I like a poem, the less eloquent I become: Hell yeah!

And in other news, Hana Yori Dango, episode 27 is my new favorite because:

1. Rui explains that he won't stab Tsukasa in the back as Sojiro sweetly links his arm around Rui's neck. I LOVE THE BONDS OF BOYISH FRIENDSHIP, OMG!!! I think I like it better than yaoi, actually (sacrilege!).
2. The parallel memories of the two boys regarding the teddy bear: Tsukasa using it to spur him on in his quest to become a noble man and Rui's more mischievous deferment of the truth because of it.
3. How Rui finds a way to tell Tsukasa that nothing happened between Makino and him while Tsukasa is on the plane and his violent, comical reaction.

I love this show.

Oh, yeah, I also saw Becoming Jane and it was sweet and sad, but I felt like it was missing something. I dunno. Still good, just not great. Never thought I would say that about anything concerning Jane Austen, but there you have it.

First of all, thank you to all my lovely friends who wished me a happy birthday. *love & squishes*

On Sunday we celebrated my dad's and my birthday, various anniversaries, and Christmas since the family will be separated this coming weekend. We ate at the Filipino restaurant and returned to the rent's for cake and presents. JP rocks and rolls all day long for getting me lots of gifts, including an iPod mini (pink), a ginormous Captain Jack Sparrow (hubba, hubba), and three cool nutcrackers (I collect in a languid way). The biggest and best is Herr Drosselmeyer and he is wicked! The English one with a cuppa tea and umbrella and the matador are cute too. My parents bought me a scanner and lots of little gifties and everyone else ponied up with gift certificates. wOOt!!

JP was a darling and brought me balloons at work on Saturday so, as he put it, "Everyone can see that you are beloved." *snerk* The Kid sent me orchids with the loving note, "Happy Birthday, dork." Nice.

So totally spoiled. ^_~ The girls are taking me out to dinner on Wednesday and Nay-nay has made reservations at a fondue restarant on Christmas Eve for a small party of us to gather and dip things in cheese. ^_~

This Friday and Saturday night were my department and company parties and both were nice. Not thrilling, but nice. After the Friday party, the girls and I went for a drink at the Flying Saucer. I am totally in love with that place and their wall of international beers. I love all the dark wood and Mexican star-shaped lanterns. I have decided it will be my new home. <3 Now I need to find someone to hang with that likes to sample beers from around the world in a panelled bar while discussing The Secret Lives of Bees. Okay, maybe B movie quotes instead of books. But we could work up to that eventually...

And now that I have babbled incessantly for far too long, I leave you with a link to a poem I posted here. It is dedicated to all my fellow cubicle veal. >_< Not very Christmas-y, but too true to pass up.

Aw! JP came by my work today to deliver a Hello Kitty, dressed in a kimono and other traditional trappings. I had admired her at a certain candy store in the mall, but did not buy her. He knew I wouldn't go back and get it, so he went and bought her for me. *snuggles JP within an inch of his life*

See? He *can* be sweet. LOL...love you, honey! ^_~

So tired. Will put on Two Towers appendices and fall into a peaceful slumber.

( Oh my. When I find a new poet, I'm happier than a pig in a puddle. Er, something. )

Well, work keeps getting more and more dramatic. Office romances, threats against life and limb, and recriminations galore. Several transfers and firings all loom on the horizon. I would guess that we will be losing a minimum of 3 people and soon. Stupid employees. Honestly. Grow up. Accept responsibility for your actions. And stop stalking each other! Gah.

I just received a 'Your Order Has Been Shipped' email. Not what I wanted to see right now. *Mel pinches her pennies* It is for 'The Cat Returns' DVD (the 'Whisper of the Heart' spin-off). Okay, okay. *squee!*

San called me, all attitude and bad manners. I don't hear from her for two weeks and this is what I get? Oh, well. She has transformed from a close high school friend into my troublesome little sister. That is, if I had a troublesome little sister.

Many thanks and one big *huggle* to morgyne for her interview. I love stuff like that! *^_^*

And since I am in a poetic mood, I'll take a poetic quiz and even leave ya'll with one of my favs (hidden for those of you who don't care for stuff like this).

Hee!

Short, terse, unfriendly, Yet sometimes quite emotive; I am the Haiku. What Poetry Form Are You?

( The Net )