I like promos

Argh. I mean, really, argh.

I REALLY have issues with priorities. Like, in a big way. There are things I need to do that I'm not doing much of. Like, work out for one thing. Like, go to jury duty when I am supposed to go. Oh, yeah, y'all, I missed jury duty. I was on stand by, which means I was supposed to call and see if they needed me. But I didn't. Because I thought it was the next day.

But apparently I can stop my life down for some CSI. Today was the best day ever because at work, this show I was working on had a CSI promo in it that I've never seen before. I got an email about it last night and like...I actually dreamed about the fucking promo. And then there was a new, different promo on tonight during the actual CSI, and it's so amazing, you guys. It's this sad music, and everyone is looking for Sara, and Catherine tells Grissom, "She's a survivor," and he says, "Where is she, Catherine?" *sigh* I hate you, September 27th. Hurry. Or I'll cry.

The point is, this obsession of mine has outlasted most of my other obsessions BY FAR! The only other stuff I've been this obsessed about was Christian Slater and Axl Rose, but at least back then (when I was 11 and 12) I kind of had an excuse. In a month and a half, I will be 28. I feel so silly for having this much emotion for a fucking TV show, so much emotional involvement with 2 people that don't even exist. It's been 6 MONTHS that I've been so completely obsessive about it, and that's strange, even for me. I thought I'd be over it in a month or two, but no...I just can't seem to stop obsessing. I think part of it has to do with the way the finale went down, with the cliffhanger and everything. Or maybe I'm just psychotic. Either one.

It's getting a little out of hand, I must admit. But it's still fun! I love this shit, dude. I love everything about it. I love the anticipation of not knowing what the hell is going to happen. I don't like that I have to wait a month for the premiere, but like...maybe I can actually get some stuff done before that happens. Like not forget jury duty next time.

I guess things are kind of a mess around here, but it's not an uncontrollable mess. I can manage. I found my Meridia and even after 2 years of taking it off and on, I'm always surprised at what a huge difference it makes. I'm just not hungry when I take it, and that's a nice feeling, actually. Because when I'm not taking it...it's just not pretty.

My boyfriend is grumpy today, and now I'm mad at him. Whatever. He'll get over it and so will I. Good times.

Last weekend I hung out with co-workers. And I don't really have much of a social life right now, so I was happy that there was a chance for socializing, even if it was with co-workers. And it made me realize that I have got to get some more friends. I have no idea how, but there's got to be some people out there that would like to be my friend. And not necessarily church people, because I've done that. Church people are nice and lovely but...I don't feel real around them. Like I'm always faking it. And I've done that for a long time and I'm not about that anymore.

Anyway...my co-workers like to drink. Some more than others, but they all definitely enjoy getting inebriated. And so do I, from time to time, but I get a little retarded when I drink and I'm kind of not comfortable with them seeing me in that kind of social situation. So, I didn't really drink at all with them, and I think by not going to the bars and then the next day not staying until 2 AM at the housewarming party kind of made me miss out on stuff. And it's just a weird atmosphere at the office right now anyway since so many people were fired and there's not many of us left. And a few of them are clique-y, and I'm not really a part of that, and it's just...weird. And I don't like it sometimes. But I do like captioning promos for CSI, so what is a girl gonna do?

Whatevs. I'm exhausted. I'm going to watch this CSI promo 12 more times and then go to bed. Rawrg.

I like promos

Argh. I mean, really, argh.

I REALLY have issues with priorities. Like, in a big way. There are things I need to do that I'm not doing much of. Like, work out for one thing. Like, go to jury duty when I am supposed to go. Oh, yeah, y'all, I missed jury duty. I was on stand by, which means I was supposed to call and see if they needed me. But I didn't. Because I thought it was the next day.

But apparently I can stop my life down for some CSI. Today was the best day ever because at work, this show I was working on had a CSI promo in it that I've never seen before. I got an email about it last night and like...I actually dreamed about the fucking promo. And then there was a new, different promo on tonight during the actual CSI, and it's so amazing, you guys. It's this sad music, and everyone is looking for Sara, and Catherine tells Grissom, "She's a survivor," and he says, "Where is she, Catherine?" *sigh* I hate you, September 27th. Hurry. Or I'll cry.

The point is, this obsession of mine has outlasted most of my other obsessions BY FAR! The only other stuff I've been this obsessed about was Christian Slater and Axl Rose, but at least back then (when I was 11 and 12) I kind of had an excuse. In a month and a half, I will be 28. I feel so silly for having this much emotion for a fucking TV show, so much emotional involvement with 2 people that don't even exist. It's been 6 MONTHS that I've been so completely obsessive about it, and that's strange, even for me. I thought I'd be over it in a month or two, but no...I just can't seem to stop obsessing. I think part of it has to do with the way the finale went down, with the cliffhanger and everything. Or maybe I'm just psychotic. Either one.

It's getting a little out of hand, I must admit. But it's still fun! I love this shit, dude. I love everything about it. I love the anticipation of not knowing what the hell is going to happen. I don't like that I have to wait a month for the premiere, but like...maybe I can actually get some stuff done before that happens. Like not forget jury duty next time.

I guess things are kind of a mess around here, but it's not an uncontrollable mess. I can manage. I found my Meridia and even after 2 years of taking it off and on, I'm always surprised at what a huge difference it makes. I'm just not hungry when I take it, and that's a nice feeling, actually. Because when I'm not taking it...it's just not pretty.

My boyfriend is grumpy today, and now I'm mad at him. Whatever. He'll get over it and so will I. Good times.

Last weekend I hung out with co-workers. And I don't really have much of a social life right now, so I was happy that there was a chance for socializing, even if it was with co-workers. And it made me realize that I have got to get some more friends. I have no idea how, but there's got to be some people out there that would like to be my friend. And not necessarily church people, because I've done that. Church people are nice and lovely but...I don't feel real around them. Like I'm always faking it. And I've done that for a long time and I'm not about that anymore.

Anyway...my co-workers like to drink. Some more than others, but they all definitely enjoy getting inebriated. And so do I, from time to time, but I get a little retarded when I drink and I'm kind of not comfortable with them seeing me in that kind of social situation. So, I didn't really drink at all with them, and I think by not going to the bars and then the next day not staying until 2 AM at the housewarming party kind of made me miss out on stuff. And it's just a weird atmosphere at the office right now anyway since so many people were fired and there's not many of us left. And a few of them are clique-y, and I'm not really a part of that, and it's just...weird. And I don't like it sometimes. But I do like captioning promos for CSI, so what is a girl gonna do?

Whatevs. I'm exhausted. I'm going to watch this CSI promo 12 more times and then go to bed. Rawrg.

I hate August.

I am once again working on the Village today and I'm reminded of what a simple little person I must be. Everyone at work says they figured out the ending of the Village like in the first 5 minutes or something. Me? No clue. No idea at all. Same with Signs and the Sixth Sense. I just sat back and enjoyed the awesomeness. I just love the love story going on this movie. I can't help it! I'm lame.

And, like, it's not just with movies, either. I love the new show Saving Grace with Holly Hunter. I love it a lot, and there's only been 2 episodes so far. And when I try to explain what it's about to my coworkers so they'll watch it, too, I'm like...how can I describe this show? It's about this chick. She's a cop. She has sex with married men, she smokes, she drinks, she drunk drives...one night she runs over a dude and her "last chance angel" appears, and then she kind of has a second chance. And I LOVE it! Yet, it's not really all that popular among the populace, who's all "I don't want religion in my face!" Whatever.

And then there's Damages, which is supposed to be this awesome new critically acclaimed show that everyone loves and blah blah blah watch it now. I watched the first 30 minutes and then decided that it wasn't really my thing. Well! So, like, what does that mean? That I'm easily amused? That I'm too dumb or less intelligent to "get" things that are over my head? I kinda think that, yeah. But I also think that it has something to do with liking the things I like and screw everybody else.

Good times.

In other news, I have a renewed all-out girl crush on Claire Danes. Have you seen her lately? She is gorgeous. She was on Jay Leno, and she said she loved the Golden Girls, which made me happy because I do too, and Jay brought out Betty White so Claire could meet her! I was so happy for Claire. It was a little dumb. But seriously, I don't think I'll ever get over Claire Danes. Maybe because Angela Chase, like, spoke for me? Or whatever? Yeah. I AM easily amused.

The following is from a year ago, and it is quoting an entry from 6 years ago, and I'd just like to share:
To share with you my thoughts today, I offer this nugget from 5 years ago:

I'll save some valuable space here and just put it to you like this: I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. Fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat.

Yep. That's about all I'm able to think about today. Cuz I'm fat. And it seems like I'm always going to be fat, and I won't ever allow myself to lose weight, and this is really starting to be annoying.

I know if I lose weight, I would be the most stylish chick on the block. I would be sooo cool, and I just want to lose weight so I can look good and feel better, and I can't, and it's driving me crazy, and I'll just shut the hell up now.

Ironic, because it seems like every single year during this time I get that way. I really cannot stand the sight of myself right now, honestly. I can put make up on, I can wear my favorite
jeans, I can get expensive haircuts and highlights (caramel highlights, thank you very much!), and it doesn't matter...I still can't stand my body right now. I was 21 when I wrote that up there, and at 26 some of the background might have changed, but I still feel exactly the same way.

I hate this time of the year. It's August, it's hot, that is just a fact. Like many others around the planet, we have had a particulary brutal summer. I mean, even right now, at 10:23 at night, it's still 99 degrees. That's just not right.

That was irritatingly long, but it's still how I feel. I hate August. It's absolutely my least favorite month. I love the next 4 months, with the premiere of CSI and then my birthday and my mom is coming for a few days and I might buy a house and there's Thanksgiving and Christmas and cooler weather, and it's just a lot more pleasant than the rest of the year. And, yeah, my weight is a little out of control right now. I hate how Meridia makes me feel but I like how it makes me look, so I guess you gotta figure out which one is worse. Rawr.

I learned a little about Leo Tolstoy last week because I signed up for a fanfiction challenge. Leo Tolstoy had some great quotes, so that was fun. And my fanfic was good and lots of people liked it and it was quite egotacular for me. Yay for useless fanfic!

Also: electronics are now ceasing to function in my presence. My laptop is dead, I have to send it to Compaq. My DVD player is dead and I have to get a new one. The laptop I borrowed from Josh wouldn't get online, and that sucked a lot this weekend. I don't know what I do to things, but it renders them useless. How awesome for me.

The show Flipping Out on Bravo is enjoyable. That guy? Is my brother. My brother is a little less insane, but still, they could be twins. I enjoy it.

I am becoming fascinated with Ted Nugent. First of all, we're working on all these strange hunting shows and I did Ted Nugent's show and he was really just a charismatic and interesting guy. And then I watched Supergroup, where VH1 took him and Sebastian Bach and Scott Ian and Jason Bonham and the dude from Biohazard that's married to Tera Patrick, and he was just so mellow and Sebastian really worshipped him and he's just an interesting guy. I can dig it.

There's probably other things, but this is really all that it should be. And...rock on.

Note to self

Note to self: It is never a good idea to read the hottest fanfic you've ever read when you still have 8 hours to sit at work and think about it.

That is all.

This is just about my jabillionth blog in the 6 years I've been keeping a "diary" online. I've mostly been on diaryland but have also dabbled with the infamous livejournal. That is not interesting, and I apologize.

I am thinking it is time to move on from good old D-land, but I have an emotional attachment to it, so we'll see. This seems to be the place all the cool kids are, and we all know I want to be a cool kid.

Um...that is all. FOR NOW!