Ok, I'm sorry, I'm not usually this much of a sap, but-

Ok I retract that statement since it is a huge lie. I am definitely a sap.

But in any case, I couldn't not post this picture.

Is it just me or is this freaking adorable?

This was totally spontaneous and un-staged, as my sister and her brand-new husband walked out of the church.

awwwwww

I have plenty of silly pet peeves, as I imagine we all do.
Pardon me while I share two that get me steamed:

1: People who insist on taking the elevator DOWN ONE floor. Particularly when the stairs are nearby, and clearly marked. I don't really support taking the elevator UP one floor, but DOWN is inexcusable (for an able-bodied person. Note: "fat" does not mean you are not "able-bodied".) Sometimes I can't find the stairs, and I have to take the elevator one floor. I always feel guilty as I push that button, and mumble an apology. But once I was at work, trying to get the hell out after a loooong day, and was going from 10 to 1. The elevator was crowded, stopping on every floor, and generally irritating. Then some 350-pound bitch royale wedges herself into the crowd, and pushes the button to go down one floor. Some housekeeper friend of hers called her out, saying 'you did NOT just take the elevator down one floor!' and she responded "girl! They don't PAY me enough to take the stairs." I had no idea stair-walking merits extra wages.
And recently I was on the second floor, waiting for an elevator going up. And there was a guy there, practically leaning on the door to the stairs, waiting to go down. And he bitched about how long it was taking. So I kindly pointed out the stairs, and he said "oh I don't walk down stairs, I don't, you know, want to get assaulted." Right. He was a huge thuggish guy. I don't think anyone is going to assault him between the first and second floors of a children's hospital. Call me naive.

2: Jackasses that insist on backing into parking spaces, especially in a garage, especially when there is a line of cars waiting to park. I just don't get the point. Ok, so you can get out of work 0.5 seconds faster that way. But really... Is it THAT difficult and off-putting to have to back out of a parking space? I still think it takes less time to just back out like a normal person than to do this ridiculous ten-point-turn, shitty backing-in parking job, that is usually too close to a line, making the neighboring space unusable. Fine, sometimes in a parking lot there's no one on the other side and you can pull through so you can drive straight out. I don't have a problem with that. But i have seen some people so nuts about parking "face out" that they even do it at the grocery store. It's fun loading groceries into a car with the trunk facing in, don't you think?

Ok, so I'm a little cranky. I was supposed to be off work at 9am (started at 6am yesterday), but didn't get out til 11:45. And I witnessed both of these egregious transgressions in the process of trying to get the hell home.

And you know, I was going to apologize for offending anyone that may engage in these acts, but you know what? I do NOT apologize at all. You should be ashamed of yourselves.

Time for some hot cocoa and tivo to let my blood pressure go down. ;) Have a good day, peeps!

So once again my inability to say no to social opportunities and skills as a master procrastinator came out tonight...
I am working tomorrow. All my friends are going to the Bills/Pats game. I've never been to a game, I wish I could go. I console myself by knowing that at least I won't be freezing my ass off all day.
But so I was planning to have a nice quiet, early night tonight. Was all set to go get a christmas tree, then come home, make some mulled cider, play christmas carols and Get Festive, Dammit!
But first we had to eat something.
So we went to colter bay. Planned to wolf down a quick burger, then get to the serious work at hand.
But I saw a hummer limo parked outside- thought that might mean that the Santa Pub Crawl (including my ex) might be nearby. (I know they are out tonight.)
So we were eating at the bar, and this guy asks my friend where a good place is to go out. And I hear his accent and look over and see the Pats jersey, and have to ask where he's from. As I suspected, they were a bunch of good old RI boys in town for the game.
So we decided the tree can wait, and they bought us beers and sambuca and entertained us thoroughly for a few few hours. All the rhode island talk nearly made me homesick.
Fortunately my friend was there to keep me from going to frizzy's to say hi to the santas. My dignity thanks her. So will I when my alarm goes off in the AM, and I do not have a hangover.
So now it's off to bed.
Night everyone.
Enjoy your saturday night.

This is my first attempt at posting pix, so we'll see.
Unfortunately I didn't think I'd be able to take a camera in, so all I had was my phone. Then of course they didn't check bags, so I could have taken my camera after all.
Oh well.
But it was an awesome show.
Got a little political at times.
But they did a lot of Lennon/Beatles tribute-y stuff which was cool.
I'd always heard they put on a good show- and they definitely do.
So glad I finally got to go.

Was anyone else there?

I generally have the worst luck in the world, but for once, maybe I got a break!
I've been asleep on the couch all day today since I was on call last night, and I almost didn't answer my phone when my friend called. But I did, and now I'm going to U2! I've always wanted to see them, but screwed up when the tickets went on sale and missed out. I think I owe him $200, but oh well, fuck it, only live once- it can be my christmas present.
:) :)

So I can't stop listening to this song. Even though it makes me cry every time I hear it, I keep listening to it on repeat.

Not sure if it's TOTALLY depressing, or has a little optimism in there somehow. I just hope they're right.

Bleh, breakups suck. Or rather, bad boyfriends suck.

But here's my song.
I'll share, in case anyone else out there wants to feel lonely and mopey.

I once knew a girl in the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer: all beauty and truth
But in the morning I fled, left a note and it read:
Someday you will be loved

And I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
'Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
Just as the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved

You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
And the memories of me will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs: like I never occurred
And someday you will be loved

You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And every time tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
And someday you will be loved

Sigh...

Saw my work crush again today.
So cute..
So nice..
So smart..
So funny..
So flirty..

So married..

Dammit!

ahh...
the smell of fresh new blog...

But I'm cranky and work is killing me, so I will keep the rantings to myself for now.
This time I will just say hello. :)

Maybe later...

Sorry (e:peeps)...

Fear I may have overstepped my bounds.
Maybe stepped on some toes.

For that I'm sorry,
and I take my leave.

Arrivederci

So once in a while (generally when I have more important things that I should be doing, like now), I like to think about my skills, etc. What am I good at, what do I have to offer, what am I horrible at [answer: boys]? And I've decided that some things, generally considered negative traits, may actually be talents.
For example: procrastination.
I have finely tuned my keen ability to waste time, and have turned it into almost an art form.
I have just successfully wasted my whole two weeks of vacation. As always, I took books home with me, with the noble intent to study. Did I? Not a lick. But the dogs NEEDED to be played with. A lot. Every day. My sister and her new husband NEEDED me to drink beer with them. I mean really- that would be rude to say no! Those emails from my ex: they NEEDED to be read and re-read and analyzed and cried over, and then responses composed that will forever sit in the Draft folder. That's fun! And that first season of Lost, all 25 episodes- well that REALLY needed to be watched. Because honestly- if I haven't watched the first season, I can't watch the second season, and if I don't hurry up and watch the second season, my Tivo will be full and will start self-deleting things like Arrested Development, Nip/Tuck, and Gray's Anatomy. And that would not be good... (I am also especially good at rationalizing ridiculous things.)
So I thought I would come back to Buffalo on monday, but my parents bribed me into staying longer (by feeding me and buying me things). So I came back with only 3 full days left to myself. But that's LOTS of studying time. I mean, the test isn't until the end of january... no need to give myself an ulcer over it yet (even though it is probably the single most important determinant of my future career). So what did I do with my three days?
Waste time on the computer seeing if I could get my webcam (that I have never really used or cared about before) to broadcast online (because so many people care what my bookshelf looks like). Rip my CD collection into MP3s. Read craigslist. Check out my brother's skanky friends on myspace. Stay up too late. Drink FAR too much, which thus required spending the whole of yesterday in bed, afraid to roll over or answer the phone for fear of bringing back the pounding in my head. And then going to "pick up my car" that I had left downtown due to massive drunkenness, which turned into several more drinks. But really, my friends had missed me, they needed me to regale them with fascinating tales of dog-playing and beer-drinking and lost-watching.
So today... today was REALLY the day to study a lot. So I got up "early". Made coffee. Unpacked from vacation. Watched tv. Checked out myspace. Chatted with my friend in australia. Decided it was time to deal with the pile of laundry that covered my bedroom floor up to my knees. (why do I hate folding sheets so much?? That task was quickly abandoned in favor of doing dishes.) And of course, what better day to decide I need a blog. I never even got around to my other near-patented skill: fake studying. Fake studying involves laying out lots of books and notes and pens and highlighters, then making snacks/coffee/tea during many "breaks". To the point that it looks like i'm studying, but at the end of my designated study time, I have read about three pages. Whenever crunch time comes near, suddenly I invent all sorts of things I need to. Things i usually hate, like laundry and grocery shopping are suddenly very appealing. I suddenly feel urges to rearrange my underwear drawer and balance my checkbook.

So now it's nearly my should-be-bedtime. (but I'm sure I won't go to bed til 1). I have done nothing I should have, and tomorrow I have to start getting up at 4:30 again, and working 30 hour shifts and fun stuff like that.

But hell, that's what vacation is for, right?

But I think the real art to my procrastination is that I have learned to postpone negative feelings. Running late, stuck in traffic, going to be totally late for work? Don't get pissed... nothing you can do about it. It's out of your control. Enjoy the traffic and the music and don't worry about the shitstorm at work until you get there. Consciously did something you shouldn't have? Well don't let the guilt ruin the moment... Might as well at least enjoy your misbehavior, let SOME good come out of it...

Yep, that's me. Master Procrastinator. If anyone wants lessons, I'm sure everything else I should be doing can wait.

Good night.

p.s. hi (e:lilho) from the bathroom line. :)