I have to say that I am a very happy me, as of late. Work still makes me crazy and I'm waiting to hear about grad. school, which could take months, but I'm just good right now. Of course, by making that statement, I do realize have just made myself a target for the universe, but I sincerely hope that doesn't happen. I'm feeling really comfortable in my own skin and that has never happened before, where I'm getting truly happy with myself. It feels really good. Usually, I'm the first to rip myself apart but why? Society does that enough and I say screw society. I am not their cookie cutter image of what is beautiful and wonderful but guess what, I think I am anyway. Tomorrow this could all change but I've been going through so many changes lately, physically and emotionally that I feel I've really grown as a person and I've grown into someone that I love, inspite of all my flaws, but flaws are what make us all individual works of art and that is a beautiful thing!

Every once in a while, I get the urge to just go and chop off my hair. I don't know what it is but all of the sudden it's like, "Go. Cut off hair. NOW!" This morning after taking my cat, Jack, to the vet, I got that urge. So, I did. I had been planning on chopping it after the weddings anyway, and I also wind up doing radical changes to either my hair style or hair colour or both around the time of my birthday which is in 17 days. I will be 27 in 17 days. It just seems wrong somehow, but this year, I'm planning on going all out! Partying it up right! The last few I could have cared less, but this year, I don't know it's different, I actually feel like celebrating the fact that I'm alive! Back to my hair, it's gone, not Sinead O'Connor gone, but shorter than it was! I think I do this because I feel that your hair holds a lot of energy. Most of your cells replace themselves I think every six weeks or so, so if something bad happens or whatnot, most of your cells from that time period are killed off and shed and the energy from the event, tragic or wonderful, chaotic or blissfull, is gone. But your hair, stays as long as you have it. I feel that I'm actually wearing past events that I need to get rid off, carrying that around with me everywhere I go, and frankly, there were some experiences that needed to be let go of, like my experience in NYC. I had to let that go, let that anger go. Strangely enough, every time I do this, I always feel better and lighter and it does seem as if whatever I was carrying with me is gone. It's a theory anyway. So, now I have the Julia Stiles hair cut from the Bourne Supremacy and I freaking love it! Welcome to the new me!

I have a superpower. I have the ability to make kittens fall asleep by singing to them! This also works for human babies as well. Today, on my lunch break, I drove home to check on our latest litter of kittens. There are four of them in the current litter, three girls and a boy and they are just *SO* cute! Well, when I went home, I went into their room and they immediately got real loud meowing at me! They feel that it is unfair that I won't let them out of their box and let them get into everything, but really, it's for their own good. They're trying so hard to climb out now. It really is funny. So, they were yelling at me, so I hunkered down and was laying on the floor and I started to sing. My magical singing powers kicked in immediately. They stopped meowing at me and they're little eyes started to close and off to dreamland they went. I find that for this feat, "Baby Mine" from Dumbo and "Eidelweiss" from the Sound of Music work best, just in case anyone else would like to try. Ciao!

I feel myself slipping. I've been a very good girl, food wise that is, for about two months now. I've lost around 19 pounds in that time, and I'm very proud of myself for managing that, as it's no mean feat, but lately, the last week or so, I've been not so good. I've been allowing myself some candy and other things that I'm not supposed to have on my low carb diet. This is the danger point for me, I know and recognize it. I get to this point where I start getting cocky, thinking that I can start going to back to *some* of my bad habits, I start slipping and before long, I fall spectacularly off the wagon! And it takes me months, sometime a year before I try to hop back on, often times weighing more than I had before I started. It's a vicious cycle. But, there is a light at the end, because this time, I know, accept, and admit my faults. I know where my trouble areas are and I can work past this. I'll keep y'all posted on my progress. Accountablilty is a good thing! I need you to keep me accountable!

Okay, am I the only person in the universe that finds it ironic that "in Living Color"s Wanda won the best Actor Oscar? Ten years ago, who'd a thunk it?

Have you ever felt like you were, all of the sudden, in an alternate universe? Strange goings ons have been, well, going on. I don't know what's up but I sort of feel like I'm on a playground merry go round that is being spun way too fast but I can't get off, even though the centrifical force is spinning me out and away. My head has that spinning and being spun feeling. Hey, Jane, get me off this crazy thing, called love.

BASTARD BITCH! I actually managed to not procrastinate as badly as usual and get my grad. school app. done in a timely manner, for me. That simply means that I started getting everything together a week before it was due instead of the day before it was due. I'm making real progress here! But, I managed to miss something, something kinda vital! I left out my statement of intent! Now, on a fluke tonight, after I got out of the shower, on a whim I checked my e-mail and saw a letter from the grad. office informing me that I hadn't included my letter of intent and it's due tomorrow. Needless to say, I started freaking out because I somehow missed that whole letter of intent thing when I was perusing the whole "things you need for your grad. school app." list. My mind is reeling as I sit down to type the damn thing on word, I don't know what to say. I call the best friend, Dina, and go over the whole thing. I get off the phone, buckle down, and write it, using the Force as my guide. Why not, after all, it was the Force that made me check my e-mail at a time I never check it anyway and thereby, kicking off this maelstrom of necessary panic. (Although I feel I'm at my most genious at moments such as that. I could be wrong about that, though.) Anyway, I finish the letter, fax it over to Buff. State. Grad App. office, praying that I did it right, and then decide that I ought to send it as an attachment via e-mail, just in case. Bastard Bitch MSN is, unfortunately, fucking around with that site right now and won't let me send anything! ARGH! SERENITY NOW! SERENITY NOW! Ok. Everything magically works out for the best in the end. Everything magically works out for the best in that end. I just need to hang on to my Panglossian view of the world and all will be right with the world. HELP! Pray for me, peeps. I think I really need it!

I've noticed that every Friday afternoon, I suddenly, out of the blue, I begin singing, "Shoplifters of the World, Unite and Take Over." I have no idea why or how this started. It usually begins when I go on my break and start reading the News of the Weird in Artvoice, but there it is, every week, without fail, Morrisey's voice (Back when he was with the Smiths) echoing through my head! It's very curious, don't you think? All right, everyone, " Shoplifters of the world, unite and take over! Shoplifters of the world- hand it over, hand it over, hand it over!"

Today, my parents are leaving for England. They're flying from Buffalo to NY from NY to Heathrow and, of course, NY gets socked with a snow storm, so now, I'm at work, dying to know how things are progressing and worrying that everything goes smoothly.

Hey, this is my 100th post! Oooooh! It feels pretty neat! But that, alas, is not the purpose of this historic 100th post. Saturday was The Wedding; Part Deux. It feels so odd. I have been encapsulated in one The Wedding or the other The Wedding for so long that I don't know what to do with myself, really. Of course, it is early, but I can't believe that I don't have to worry about dresses and showers and gifts and invitations and speeches and shoes and dates and favours and all of the what-have-you's and what-not's that go along with it all. But really, it was a lovely party! My dear friend Natalie looked stunning. And I cried when her mother came in for their Mother of the Bride and Bride photographs. I had been perfectly fine up until that moment and then I was just overcome with emotion. Again, I could hardly hold back my tears when her father, who had always been a rather stoic man, had tears in his eyes when it was time to walk his little girl down the aisle. When the owner of the establishment knocked on the door and announced that it was "Time", Natalie almost started to hyperventilate! But she calmed down and then it was showtime. It was a very simple ceremony, only about 20 minutes long but it was a superfun reception. The only lacking were E-peeps! I did sing "The Way You Look Tonight" in leu of a proper speech and I choked up a couple of times, when I began because I looked at Natalie and she had tears in her eyes, and about a verse and a half later when I made the mistake of looking at my parents, who appeared to have tears their eyes. Plus, I think I skipped a verse, but I can't be sure about that. But it was an awesome night! I saw people I haven't seen in six years and I danced and drank a great deal of wine and in a repeat of what happened at Trisha's wedding in October, my strap popped! Fortunately, the dress was supposed to be strapless, but it came with a "Just in case" halter strap, that I had used because, well, I lost 12 pounds from when I picked it up! And I didn't want the girls making a "Guest starring" appearance. So, once the button from the dress went flying, I thought, "Fuck it!" and just had to be careful while boogey-ing the rest of the night away! The girls didn't make a guest starring appearance! So much to tell, so much to tell, but perhaps for another time. I'll post pictures as soon as I get them and, hopefully, change that dreadful default face picture, as soon as someone shows me how! Ciao!