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

We've had Netflix for 3 days and already JP is hooked. I shouldn't have started him on the strong stuff, letting him do his own searches and signing in on his PS3. I'm not much better, with my 11-part miniseries on the British monarchy, but I've had Netflix before. I can handle it. I can quit any time I want.

I did finally watch North & South, the BBC miniseries that I've heard so much about. And while it was a bit melodramatic (people dropping like flies, family members on the lamb, and every single man in love with the same woman), I LOVED IT! Mainly because of him:




Love the character of John Thornton. Imagine Mr. Darcy as a tradesman. Hubba, hubba. I'm such a sucker you guys, I kid you not.

Yay, announcement! I am officially a Treasury Analyst for the VP and I start on Monday! Scary! I am totally frightened of my new boss, but hopefully it will all work out.

I went out tonight and had sushi with a friend - it's a great little place, very chic and low key at the same time. I enjoyed just hanging out at a nice restaurant on a Friday night, sampling sashimi and people-watching. The only thing that would have made it better is if I had a giant martini, but I stuck with hot green tea for dinner. Then I came home and drank 3 large diet cokes with vodka. Yay!

Tomorrow is shopping with mom and a hockey game with JP. I feel like I am riding an incredible winning streak right now. I will enjoy it while it lasts.

In American Idol news, I am in serious like with Paul McDonald, the indie and laid-back singer with the beautiful tone to his voice. ♥

( I will end this entry with MOAR poetry because I love it! )

Have been a very bad live journal reader of late. Overtime + David Cook detox (apparently I don't know the term "cold turkey") + searching for a new TV boyfriend + requisite emo-time = NO time for the LJ.

I only worked eight hours of OT this week and I am DUNZO! Gotta start, I dunno...taking vitamins or something. The new job function is about as exciting as watching grass grow. I can hear brain cells committing hara-kiri while I am doing it, for reals. Thus, with a kiss, I die...and all that jazz.

And speaking of "di" - thanks to everyone for the meme:



All I gotta say about that is...really? Hee! There are some components of my personality in there, I guess. I love my motto, "genius controls the chaos" because it is totally pretentious and that's how I roll. I guess it is me, then! Heh.

Anyone out there watching So You Think You Can Dance? I am such a sucker for this show, but noooo! They cut Leonidas, Potential TV Boyfriend #2! I love, love, love ballroom/Latin dancers and he was cute, Russian, and had an awesome Duck Bill 50's style hair 'do. And his name is Leonidas! Hubba, hubba.

And finally, I am completely entranced by Coldplay's latest single, Viva La Vida...and not just because the iTunes commercial plays every 5 minutes. Something about the song just makes me so very happy. Even when I don't want to be. ^____^

Tight pants on skinny men are a gift from the gods.

I hope Audrey Hepburn-style pants stay for a good, long while. Or maybe they are out of fashion already?  I have no idea.

Work was horribly depressing, as it sometimes is on a Monday, but I came home and JP made dinner. Then, we watched Indiscreet with the lovely Cary Grant and Ingrid "That's a Man, Baby!" Bergman. I kid, I kid! She's lovely.

Afterwards, JP let in a couple of flying grasshoppers so the kitties could play. I walked around with a large silver mixing bowl on my head. What? I don't like bugs that fly. They get caught in your hair. I know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, that's about it. Just feeling a little silly. Want very much to take a mini-vacay from work, but I need to justify it. Let's everyone think of a good reason and report back later. ^___________^

What JP was referring to in his comment regarding my zeal for housekeeping. He bought me a Hello Kitty kitchen playset, complete with pots, dinnerware, and play food. So. Freaking. Awesome. You can even cut the vegetables with the knife! It was supposed to be a birthday gift, but he couldn't wait. Aw. Little did he know that I used to LOVE to play cooking as a kid. For reals. I served some delicious imaginary feasts...

I have been searching high and low for my Some Great Reward cd because I have been needing some vintage Depeche Mode like NOW. Of course when I found the case, the disc was not inside. So I bought the songs I wanted on iTunes. So weak.

It's weird: the other day someone posted a few lines from "It Doesn't Matter" and immediately my stomach started hurting and I needed to hear the song. Like some sort of teen-emo-Pavlovian switch had been flipped. These songs trigger the best and worst memories of my life: high school, college, and most of my relationships. When I hear these songs, the ache is so palatable: it feels like my first crush, a strange combination of Fourth of July sparklers in the tummy and getting hit in the mouth with a baseball.

This is coming out like ass, but you know what I mean.