Well, ok... here's a story that's not about boy drama.

This is an example of my typical luck.

So last year for christmas I wanted a remote starter for my car. But was told that it's not possible for a stick. Then found out later that it is.

So the other day I revisited that idea. Talked to a friend, who said he can get me a deal, have their top guy do it, blah blah.
So, I made my appointment. 11am yesterday. Was told it would be two hours.ish. So I figured I'd hang out and wait and study and check out fancy tvs and drink coffee etc.
Long ridiculous story "short"- at 6:30 pm, when I've been up since 5am the PREVIOUS day, they told me "well, it's installed, and everything is working except the auto-start."
(um, ok, so what exactly IS working???)
Then they went on about how my car is like a BMW (yes, I know that, didn't you?) and how they don't usually do BMW's b/c they're too hard [apparently their security is very good, and it's very difficult to start a BMW without the key. Go german engineering!] [==> new user song: German Engineering, by Maritime. It's awesome. Check it out.], BUT since I know K they did, blah blah. Sounds like it was quite the headache, and a lot more work than they'd bargained for. So they have to order a part, and i have to go BACK for more installation next week. In the meantime, it works- IF you leave a key in the ignition. [Thanks K- 'preciate it. (and I'm not being sarcastic)].

Which is a bad idea, but of course I had to try it out.

So last night.... well more long stories short, I got stood up by a friend, and I fell asleep on the couch waiting for him. (yeah, you "really want to catch up", my ass). So I woke up around 230, and went to bed. (realized in the am that what might have woken me up was a text I got at 230 am... "can I please come over?" from a VERY HOT acquaintance that has been ignoring me lately. Odd. But answer- no. You do not get to ignore me for a week and then booty-text at 230 am.)
So, I went to bed. Was supposed to be AT WORK at 6.
Well, I slept a bit, and woke up... opened my eyes, looked at the clock, 6:07. I had forgotten to turn on my alarm clock. FUCK. So I flew to work.
Got there, and since it was almost 630, the parking lot was just about full. (well, just about HALF-full, but the fucking union makes them keep about half the lot roped off til nine, for the people that start at 9.)
So I pulled my latest trick and parked in a handicapped spot.
Yes, yes, I know that's wrong.
BUT, there are about 15 handicapped spots. And the kicker- there IS NO HANDICAPPED ENTRANCE anywhere REMOTELY nearby. So I boycott those spots on principle. I park in them often, and have not had a problem. Besides, if you DO get a ticket, it's like a "please don't do that again" post-it from hospital security.

So I go to work. Am finally ready to come home. Figure I'll try the starter. So I push the button. Go out to my car, it is not running. Well, maybe I was too far away. Oh well. Get in the car to start it.
It does not start.
Dead battery.

GOD DAMMIT!

I left the headlights on.

Often if you leave your lights on, some good samaritan notices, and they make an announcement overheard. I have to assume that's what happened. My inappropriate headlights drew attention to my car- and to my inappropriate parking space.

So I got a ticket.

And not a hospital ticket. A ticket from Buffalo's finest, for $100. $100!!!! Guess that will teach me to leave the 'handicapped' spaces for the people who are able bodied enough to walk up stairs, but handicapped enough to get a pass (i.e. fat/lazy.)

And the story doesn't end there, oh no, dear readers.

But I will abbreviate.

I needed a jump. One woman lent me cables, but wouldn't let me jump off her battery. So my friend, who had no cables, pulled his truck around. Only to find that the damage incurred when he hit a deer 3 mo ago has made it impossible to open his hood.

i mean really! Could things be any more ridiculous?!

Dr. Farkle goes to work...

So. That's my non-boy story. Now you probably all wish I'd stick to boys. ;)

I hate that my journal is so boring lately.

I hate that I am censored and not allowed to talk about certain people/things.

Because really, that's all I want to talk about.

omg, it's 3am. Why am I awake?!
I fell asleep on my couch watching tv, since my friend stood me up.

I ate popcorn for dinner, and fell asleep on the couch, but am such an addict that I had to check my computer on my way from my couch to my bed. I don't like going to bed <2h before my alarm is going to go off.

My life is so awesome.

Boo.

But in the spirit of halloween, here's the pic I wanted to post the other day but I couldn't get it to work.

I love photo booth.

Be afraid, be very afraid...

Happy Halloween from Photo Booth!

Oh, peeps....
I am so sad about the party last night.
I had such simple plans at first. I was going to go to the 24. The End.
But then it got all complicated.... went out with my friend one night, met a bunch of her friends from work, and it turned out they were having a party the same night, that "YOU HAVE TO COME!" to.
So... we went there first. It was ok, but not as fun as the first time I met them.
So then to the mansion.
Which was crazy and fun as usual. But my friend was having some BF drama issues and was eager to get downtown to try to find him- and then there's the whole 'estrip/non-estrip worlds colliding' bit. I told her that Paul runs a website, but just left it at that. Didn't really feel like explaining the whole blog thing, since as we all know, blogs are super-uncool. ;) Or more like I'm scared to death of being found out for the closet nerd I am. [or REALLY I'm scared to death people will find my journal and find things I said about them! haha.] But I'm not sure she was really feeling it and I felt bad, so we had to go to the last party. Which was not as fun as I wanted it to be. And by the end of that I was kind of cranky and not at all drunk so I just went home to bed.
Total bummer! I wish I had stayed longer.

But, in the few minutes I WAS there-
TK!! Nice to finally meet you!
And Tiny!
And Felly and Lauren- once *again*, I saw you across the room but never actually said hi. Dammit!
DCoffee, nice to meet you, but I don't think I saw your GF (Monica, is it? MTornow!)
Chico- love the costume, again sorry I only saw you for a sec.
Mike- ahh, mikey I love you.
And Lib. You hot straight man you! [someone, the centurion, don't know his name- called lib a breeder and thought he should set him up with me and my friend.]
Jbeatty- I think I saw you out of the corner of my eye, sorry I didn't get a chance to say hi.
Yvonne- I hope your party-dreams came true.
PMT, you sexy babies you.... thanks!
And to all the other 'regulars' that I saw but didn't really talk to (jim/james, peter, vincent, vycious, carolinian, and others that I'm forgetting but please don't be offended)- good to see you, sorry we didn't chat more!

Let's do it again NEXT weekend!

And now, I'm off to study (more like "study") at Spot.

So, last night was a bit of a bust. Had these great intentions of a wild, late night out (just because I had today off, so I felt I needed to take advantage of the chance to sleep in). I started at the benefit for my friend's nephew (which was nice, and there was a HUGE turnout. Including "special guest" Baby Joe Macy, or whatever his name is. The ex did not make an appearance- and I'm not sure if I'm relieved, or disappointed.) Then part two of the evening fell through. So inertia set in. So I took a shower to try to wake up... and ended up falling asleep sideways across my bed, in my towel. Apparently even slept through my doorbell when people came to try to drag me out. Oops.

But then today was nice. My friend is/was dating this guy who keeps losing a lot of money at the casino. So he has banned himself from the casino. And by that I just thought he just told himself he's not allowed to go anymore. But apparently he went to the casino, with a lawyer, and filed all this paperwork, to the effect that if he ever tries to go in to gamble, they are supposed to kick him off the premises. I never knew you could do that.

But here's the rub... as you may imagine, someone that gambles enough that he has to forcibly ban himself from the place- will earn some comp points. For example, this guy had a free night in the hotel for every day of the month of august. We are talking lots of comps. So, what do you do with all these comp points, if you can not use them yourself? Why, you give them to your girlfriend, to try to keep her from leaving you.
(ahh, dysfunction...)

But long story short, she and I were treated to massages (plus pre-massage sauna/steam/whirlpool) and lunch on his comp dollar. Then a stop at the Saks outlet on the way back, where I snapped up an adorable pair of shoes on sale (on my dollar, not his, haha). Then to Transit for The Nightmare before Christmas in 3-D. It was awesome. (but note- it is in 3-D, but NOT in IMAX. We went to the IMAX screen, and were surprised when Transformers started instead. oops. Fortunately we made it to the right screen on time.)

Now I am home, full of popcorn, and with muscles made of jelly. I love it.

And, a little mystery to top it all off--

When I came out of my massage, I had a missed call on my phone. From a blocked number. No message. I was curious, but what could I do. Then as the movie is starting, I go to put my phone on silent, and I have ANOTHER missed call from a blocked number. This time with voicemail! So I listen to the message- it was 3 seconds long. A hangup. But obviously the person heard my outgoing message. And then as we were leaving the movie, "Blocked" called AGAIN! I mean, by now this can't be a matter of a wrong number, can it?? But I didn't answer in time. I'm dying to know who it is!! I mean, to call 3 times, but not leave a message?! So weird! So I am going to sleep with my phone, just in case s/he calls again.
Watch it be a telemarketer...

Happy sunday everyone. :)
-J