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

Groundhog Day is one of my favorite movies...why do I not own it?!

The best thing that happened to me today was Lane Bryant had a $20 off $40 coupon online and I used it, along with their ongoing special, to buy lots o' underwear! Hooray! I don't know about you, but getting 6 new pairs of fancy undies for $26 is enough to turn any day into awesomesauce. 

It's the little things...

Stolen from the awesome annearchy:

Please leave me a one-word comment about your day that starts with the third letter of your LJ/DW USERNAME. Only one word please. Then repost so I can leave a word for you. More fun for all. In theory, at least.

Soooo...when did talking on your cell phone while you are doing your business in a public bathroom become the norm? I swear every time I go into a bathroom, some chick in the next stall is having a serious discussion about where to go for dinner or how she is pissed at her bestie whilst all around her toilets are flushing, children are screaming, and hand dryers are blasting. Is this not gross to anyone else? Is it because I was raised Catholic? I don't get it...how can you hear, anyway? And does the person on the other line ever think to say, "Uh...why don't you call me back...when you're DONE?" I don't know.

I read a really cool article the other day (which I cannot find now, of course) about women who don't want children being treated like they are freaks and outcasts of society. I wanted to print it out and tape it to the night supervisor's desk because he simply doesn't believe that I don't want kids. He thinks my biological clock hasn't started ticking yet, even though I am just this side of 38. I actually really like kids. I just don't want any. Why does that make me weird? Isn't it enough that I am apparently going through a second adolescence? >__<

Heard about the fire drill at Otakon - hamburger , fess up! Did you pull the alarm? 

I kid, I kid!

I think tonight is a Bon Voyage, Charlie Brown! kind of night.

Also, I want to go to here. I have wanted to see the cliff dwellings for years and years, but I keep forgetting about it. I think they would be awesome to see in the snow, but mostly the park is closed by then. This will have to go on my Bucket Travel List, along with Machu Picchu,  Bora Bora, and Bhutan.

And that's all the inanity I have for tonight! Cheerio...

I am so exhausted, it's ridiculous. I might take a nap after this entry, for reals.

I finally bought my ticket for Wicked. $20 in miscellaneous charges? Really, Ticketmaster? But whatever. I am excited!

JP is at the Star Trek movie, so I thought I would treat myself to a sushi dinner (yum!) and some Zipang sake (double yum!).

And speaking of food, I am reading Tales from the Scale, a cheapie little book I bought because, well I can totally relate.

( Cut for whiny, personal introspection about being chubbeh. )

Yoga in the morning and Toblerone in the evening. I'd say it was a full day!

And I wonder why I can't lose weight... (not really)

The other night I spent way too much money on DVDs and CDs at what's left of Circuit City. The result of which is that we have been watching 30 Rock and romantic comedies all weekend and now I am listening to some lovely classical Spanish guitar that is making me sad for some unknown reason.

Huh. I find it amusing that when my sister first moved overseas, she used to send us boxes and boxes of Toblerone and salt and vinegar potato chips, both of which I hated and thought vile but now they are two of my favorite snacks.

That  was much more interesting in my head. I think I'll just stop now.

Yanno, between my "sweet" overtime (I am in Hell, please to be putting me out of my misery) and Babylon 5 marthon (OMG - we are almost through season 3!), I have hardly been on LJ.

But Holy Moly - ya'll are posting like whoa! I can't keep up! ^_~

And I ain't catching up anytime soon, as I am out of town tomorrow through Tuesday. Nay-nay and I are going to Hoo-ston to see George Michael! Huzzah! Our seats are crap, but I'm sure it will be awesome anyway. And we are going to the beach! I need to remember to get something to remove tar. Ew! But so true...Texas beaches in general aren't all that great. A few exceptions, of course, but mostly...no. Well, as Jack Burton always says, "What the Hell."

Hmm. Speaking of Jack Burton, I recently drove by an enormous all-you-can-eat Chinese restaurant all decked out in neon and it kinda looked like Lo Pan's fortress at the very end of Big Trouble in Little China.

/randomness.

For now.

I am really enjoying B5, BTW. Although, at times it makes my brain hurt. Yes, sometimes I need it all explained to me.  I just love the idea of someone having this grand, elaborate story arc and taking it all the way through. It feels like reading a really good book. Only, I am not reading. I am sitting in front of the TV, eating popcorn and popsicles. But not at the same time.


Okay, I have to go pack, etc. See ya'll later!

Geez, it has to be PMS, but I am seriously emo and every freakin' negative thought and emotion is THIS BIG and clawing its way out of my chest. I hate that. I usually get through it by writing or latching onto something to obsess about (THANK YOU, 24/7 weekend coverage of AI hometown visits, TWOP, etc). But damn. I just don't want to do anything. I want to lie on my bed and cry. Then sleep. A lot.

It passes. It always does. But sometimes it's hard to take.

I know I could go to my doctor and get something that would make me feel better or at least a little more even, but I think this is natural and I just have to ride it out. Glorious sadness and all that.

Okay, I'm done. My pity party is going to pub crawl somewhere else.

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. ^___________^