We should have gone to the Chicago show...

So you know how sometimes you just have a bad day or two? It's not that anything really terrible has happened or that there's really anything to be sad about, but you just feel down? Well I was having that kind of day yesterday, just kind of felt like maybe I needed a good cry. But I think maybe it might have spread to today.

I'm just a little tired. Work is exhausting and its just tiring.

And now the Milwaukee Keane show has been cancelled, and I can't help but think, if only we had gone to the Chicago show. Because that's Sunday...and it hasn't been cancelled yet.

I was so ready to see big baby head.

Now I have a long weekend ahead...although, am going to see apartments Sunday.

Raindrops on roses....

Some of my favorite things:

the feeling of cleaning your face at night...the cooling, clean feeling. Can't be beat.

a piece of paper with ballpoint pen writing on either side. a great example is your check register (if you keep your checkbook balanced using ball point pen). the paper becomes all bumpy and yet soft somehow...it never fails to make me happy.

a crispy piece of bacon. Soggy bacon need not apply. The English do bacon a grievous wrong...english style bacon is chewy, like chewing on a raw piece of meat. Gross.

when you're reading a book and you start to use vocabulary from that book. For example, in this lovely train of thought entry i just said "grievous wrong" and actually thought it. Because I'm reading Jane Austen. Its a fun way to think and even more fun to expand the vocabulary...

live music. I want to say that I like to hear everything once...but I may not enjoy a country or rap concert (although I do have one in my concert past). But a great concert is warming.

random acts of kindness...almost always the ones that make me feel hugged are the ones that i have no part in. For example, there was a man who was obviously visually impaired walking away from the train in Geneva. I think he was trying to get to the other side of the tracks...at least two people immediately offered help. And a blind woman in the train station every morning in Chicago is frequently offered help, something I never expect (even though I saw it nearly everyday). You always hear that Americans are assholes..

a sweatshirt or blanket warm from the dryer on a cold, dreary winter day. I always feel so cozy on those kinds of days, I kind of love them. Even if there is snow involved usually.

a pretty flower...an iris, an orchid...a daisy.

a movie that gets stuck in your head because it was so good and I'm going to be cheesy here: it "spoke to you". Or one that is fluffy and at the end you can't help but feel hope. Lots of it.

my cat when shes shaved. SO SOFT.

ok, thats it. for now.

Memory issue...

Just remembered that last point I wanted to make...although the underwear joke was good, right? Ok, now I'm tooting my own horn. But sometimes I do think I'm pretty funny. I laugh at my own jokes...even when I'm just thinking them. Crazy eh? Although one of the things I loved about Jimmy Fallon on Saturday Night Live was his inability to keep a straight face. Totally cute, and always made me want to laugh, even at the not-so-funny jokes.

My last point was this whole hurricane business is really weirding me out. Louisiana is in seriously deep shit because of its low elevation. Earlier today I was trying to send this one fax about 6 times. I finally decided they must have changed the fax number....but when I called there was a fuzzy message about everyone having to evacuate. How scary. Those poor people. Nature can really suck.

Sorry about being all over the place today...its just one of those days.

Disjointed musings...

Ok...this is going to be about as schizo as it can get. I have many potentially entertaining things to discuss:

• I think I'm becoming a comment whore. No really, 3 comments on my last entry, I nearly peed my pants with joy as each new comment showed up! I considered really slutting it up and asking interesting questions in every entry to solicit comments. But then I realized that that would be like fishing for compliments. Totally detestable. Plus, I realized that i would quickly run out of interesting questions and end up asking horrible questions like what color is your shirt today? or whats your favorite tv show? what are you listening to right now? See...it just gets hideous and although I love the comments, I need to respect myself. Although...wouldn't it be fun to know what color underwear everyone is wearing? Yes...but I will not ask it....

• Is it runny or is it hard? The things we talk about when our animals are growing old and decaying. The cat has been crapping runny for ages...but when runny shit shows up on the carpet...the question becomes: was it her or the dog? Because the dog quit eating yesterday so maybe her insides are not quite right. Ah, they're both about to die. Sad isn't it when they're 14 or 15...you know its time (because they smell rotten and demand attention)....but you're not so sure how to feel about it.

• I've decided that the term "losing touch" is crap. I don't really think its about losing touch. I think its about choosing not to maintain contact. Because if it was really worth a friendship, someone would be trying to maintain. An email every now and then, or an IM.

• I had another point I swear, but I forget what it was. Oh, I know...what color is your underwear?

Nothing too interesting...

I have two questions to ask and then I'm off to bed. And if there are any men reading this (I really have no clue of my audience) you should reply and fill us all in.

First: Is a skeleton attractive? I mean, picture a Halloween skeleton. Or one from science class. Does that turn you on? Because honestly, that's what some girls look like. A skeleton with dull-looking sickly skin stuck to it. In Geneva, tasting some wine at the Festival of the Vine (except we didn't really taste any wine because it cost too much and is gross), ran into some people. No names. But the girl looked ill. Honestly...and I have some stats for you (courtesy of Katy)....she weighs 104 lbs and is 5'6". My healthy weight was somewhere like 110-120. I'm 5'1". The girl is dying. And yet, she has this beautiful (although slightly creepy and shady) boy that finds her hot. So what is it boys? What is the fascination with protruding bones? Because isn't that uncomfortable?

Second: It never rains, but it pours. An observation: a girl with a boy is more attractive? Why? Something about competition? I'm thinking about finding a dummy boyfriend. He can just pretend we're dating, then when other guys start hitting on me, he can disappear. It will be lovely...its a great plan.

Now I'm going to bed...because I have a long week of work/insurance school ahead. And a big weekend involving a Keane concert and apartment hunting.

Blogs anyone?

Please see my new section to the left, on the sidebar. Bloggy bloggertons? These are the blogs of people I like. Pay attention...I hope to update and add new ones often.

Ready, set, GO!

Lovely weekend, isn't it?

Not much to say, however, I have a few things that may be of interest to you readers.

First, I got my first comment! Yay Janet. Didn't know a comment was going to make my day. Also, I decided to change the "look" of my blog for something new and different.

Second, I do believe that everyone has a little "peeping tom" in them, so I invite you to indulge your voyeuristic tendencies in the private of your own home and view Jill's wedding online. Her wedding was middle of August. Tons of fun, although please remember that everyone takes a bad picture or two sometimes (theres one where you can literally see me chewing my breakfast). So, you never have to tell anyone you looked (although if you have a funny comment, or would like to tell me how ravishing I looked, please be the second person to post a comment on this page). Here's how to go about it:
go to www.fredfox.com click online ordering
username: najlnd password: denny

What else....oh, Insurance school started this week. My co-worker told me it would be hard. After having been to my first class, I have lost a little bit of respect for her. I mean, the first chapter is, "What is Insurance?" Come on.

And of course, my office manager is back from her cruise. Yesterday I got another dose of her worldly advice. Mainly snide comments on if I was sure I wanted to move and how expensive it is to live in the city. Oh, but maybe if i was so sure I wanted to move, I could handle it if I budget. Honestly, I'm 22, leave me alone. Many of you may think, oh, she's just trying to impart wisdom. If only you could be there to witness the sarcastic tone and mean eyes. Even the underwriter I assist felt the need to step in once when office manager was telling me how I wasn't going to be able to afford to eat and how the office was going to have to pitch in and bring me lunch everyday (she actually said that). My underwriter was like, That's fine, I'll bring her peanut butter and jelly. Which shut the office manager up. Sorry, had to vent.

And now, I'm on to my Beverly Hills 90210 marathon and some silly computer games.

Stay tuned for a link to Janet's new blog and some fun (hopefully) stories about apartment hunting and cousin Jeff's wedding in a few weeks.

Random snippets...

Please enjoy some random snippets of thought I had today:

• If you live in the "Windy City," it may not be the best idea you ever had to style your hair in a comb-over. I saw a guy with a normal short hair-do on one side and long silky strands blowing all over the place on the other. You look stupid, and we all knew you were bald BEFORE the wind hit.
• Getting a job because your Dad knows the boss is not something to be ashamed of. And office politics are stupid when the nice girl is an outcast to a bunch of bitter obnoxious ladies mourning the loss of their youth (don't worry, I am not the nice girl and I am not the hecklers, I'm an in-betweeny who both sides are trying to woo. Don't worry, I'll stay strong in my neutrality.....or lean towards the outcast).
• It is my choice to diet in order to reduce my bust. However, when others find it may be enlightening to tell me that i'm "so small" and "mini" it does nothing for me but make me have to explain that my boobs are still jumbo. And that just embarrasses everyone because then they can't help but look at my boobs and hunchback. I got belittled at lunch and yet the not fat girl who is getting married did not get questioned when she only ate slimy pieces of ham for lunch (no carbs for her). Because she has a reason? Just because I'm short and not fat doesn't mean I don't have a need to diet.
• Scrubs was extremely laugh-inducing last night. I just wanted to declare my love for Zach Braff. And to be honest, my devotion to Justin Timberlake is dying.
• Growing up is weird. Having married friends is weird. Watching people start careers or move to new places/start jobs (maybe not careers)...is different. But kind of exotic and entertaining. Enjoying it.

Good night.

Two more days of work left.

Boredom...

Ok, so nothing too exciting happened this Labor Day. I saw Vanity Fair, I sat around a lot, and I realized just how much I want to move out.

While I do enjoy doing nothing all day, it is really, really hard to mentally adjust to it. I mean, I work all day, all week. So just doing nothing makes me feel little useless. For some reason I think if i live away from here, I'll be more likely to leave. For example, so much more to see/do in Chicago.

The hunt for an apartment starts soon and I'm moving the first weekend in November. Anyone want to help?

Off to eat my pizza....

Vent Fest

Here are some reasons why I feel frustration:

1)The digestives won.
2)Cute sweater bought at Gap only to find out those dimwits forgot to take off the security tag.
3)Lipstick bought for the sole purpose of looking natural. Brought it home, I look like a cheap hooker.
4)I've always been prone to ear issues...but who can't wear headphones? Or in this case, earbuds? They work fine for about 45 minutes...but for some reason a little bit after that the inside of my ear is all swollen and painful. ARGH, EARS!

Here are some reasons why that frustration is semi-neutralized:
1)SHORT week. Get off at noon on Friday, no work next Monday.
2)Pay week....love the paycheck!
3)The book I'm reading right now is seriously good. One of those can't put it down books.
4)Low fat chocolate eclair? Yes please.

Now, I'm pretty tired. Really quite tired. So i'm going to go be useless.

Me Against the Digestives...

Sometimes I find it hard not to think in song lyrics/titles. Not sure why, but it happens. And although I do not admire Britney Spears, this is one of the recurring song titles that pops into my head when I am at war with something.

And right now, it is me against the digestives. Digestives have nothing to do with puking, shitting or using your intestines in any way. Wait, strike that, you do use your intestines with a digestive because it is the yummiest cookie in the whole world.

What is it? A wheatmeal biscuit covered in milk chocolate. Many of you may be thinking, oh yum, wheatmeal. But seriously kids, its tasty.

Where does one purchase the digestives? In London, at any shop or convenience store. In the US....well, good luck. But there does happen to be a store called Fringe UK in tiny little Geneva, IL that sells this delightful biscuit. Yeah...Geneva, weird eh?

And why is it me against the digestive since I clearly seem to love them? Recently I have been attempting to reduce the size of my bosoombas. In order to do this, I have had to go on a drastic diet called WeightWatchers. But really, my chest was far too large, and the effort has succeeded. I'm slightly smaller...I hope... And the diet is not that drastic...its just that I have a viscious sweet tooth that can sometimes take me hostage.

WeightWatchers does not allow digestives. Digestives are cookies. Cookies are the devils work (if I believed in the devil). I heart cookies.

My first entry ever....

To be honest, I've always wanted to be a journal writer. But every night I get home and I'm so tired that writing in a journal just seems like too much work. So here I am, taking the easy way out. And letting potentially anyone in the world read it. So why in hell would I do this?

Well...after reading many a blog of random sorority members of mine, I decided that this whole thing was a terrible idea and that not every one should be allowed to have a blog. Honestly, who cares what you did last night, or this weekend? Then I found more than one blog that was worthwhile....don't really care to list them, but I must admit the last straw was Zach Braff's blog. Its good stuff. Funny shit. I have no delusions that mine will be hysteria producing or inspiring.

Anyway, this is really all about me...ah ha ha ha...and who doesn't want to be totally self-involved for short periods of time every day? Well, I certainly do...and that's why I've caved to the blog.

If this turns out to be the most boring website around, there's really no surprise as my life is generally boring. But I may as well have a place to vent, bitch and story-tell. But don't worry, this won't turn into a blog chronicling my night life...because I don't have one.