fate is going to find your love
in a glass of champagne




new years has never hurt so bad on both the inside and the out.

ahhh he talked to me! granted it was via IM. but still - contact. basically its was just saying 'wasup' and seeing what i was doing. i am sure this is to prevent awkward nites in the future. right? ((e:sbrugger) input please?)

also. i am trying to teach myself to knit. i got one of the Klutz series books aimed for prepubcent girls and i still can't figure it out. it is driving me crazy. there is yarn all over my cubicle.

no call yet from prenitebootycall guy. i have a bad feeling i wont. 'operation avoid at all costs in public' is now in full swing. aka - no tudor or pink tonite.

tomorrow i am leaving for downstate for a while. my friends rented a loft in soho for the NYE celebration. should be a good time - see the old group.

last nite saw Syriana. it was incredible. i really, really recommend it. one of the best movies i have seen in a while. both chris and i really adored it.

my nite of not drinking went alright. except for one pesky factor. i couldn't sleep. i was wide awake and shaky til 3ish. it drove me nuts. i am going to try it again tonite. stay in and relax. hopefully my body will get used to this.

growing up my mom always talked about how as a girl the one thing she asked for every christmas was a Mystery Date game. my grandma would never buy it for her because she thought it was sexist. she would tell this story all the time - and sing the jingle from the commercial ("Open the door...its your mystery date!") This christmas my dad hunted one down on ebay and bought it for my mom. It was probably one of the sweetest things I have ever seen my dad do. It was also 1 of 3 times I have ever seen my mother cry. I can only hope i have what they have someday. I will compare every relationship to them forever, because they are my ideal couple.

this is not something i am going to attain in my current trend. i think i got early evening booty called tuesday nite. i have recently taken up with someone i have known for a while. for a week or so he called and messaged me repeatedly, wanting to hang out and wanting to do things for me. we spoke everyday. basically he sucked me in. tuesday he called me in the afternoon to see if i wanted to come by after work and watch a movie or something. i was there by about 8pm. we hung out for a while, listened to records and such. then around 1030ish he gets on his computer and starts messaging and checking his myspace. he informed me it was his friends birthday and some one was going to come over and get him so he can go to his party. no invite.
what the hell is that? to make it worse it is thursday nite and he hasn't spoken to me since. this, under normal circumstances, would not be odd - but bear in mind we were talking repeatedly throughout the day. i can't believe i got swindled into the pre-nite booty call. damnit.
i think i will be seriously offended if he doesn't talk to me again. for several reasons:
a.) that is bullshit
b.) he is good friends with my uncle
c.) i have to see him out all the time
d.) it makes me lose more hope about nice boys - because he was ridiculously nice to me for years

tonite i am going to take a nice relaxing nite off. stop at my nana's for dinner. see a movie with chris. i snagged some free regal passes from work so we are choosing between munich, syriana or king kong. he is voting for syriana i know - and i might just have to go along with that.

today our manager bought pizza and pop for our department. kind of a holiday treat and 'thanks for the good work this year" kinda thing. it was pizza hut. this was the first time i had ever had pizza hut. it was pretty damn good. my parents never let me have it as a kid - with may have traumatized me. granted , they also named me after an allman brothers song so i suppose i shouldn't expect much less.

a few weeks ago i wrote about how i got a desk ergonomic evaluation. i finally got my new keyboard tray installed. i freakin hate it. i am more uncomfortable then ever. and all my cords keep getting tangled. i am going crazy.

also. they guy in the cubicle next to me (aka the sneeze guy) keeps farting out load. i find this even more bizarre then gross.

last nite was beamer's cd release party. considering i am probably the worst friend ever i went to luna with rachel and missed it. stopped by 1039 later though and stayed out much later then i should have. especially after going out everynite this week. i think i have a problem.