May 31, 2002
I had a very vivid
I had a very vivid dream last night, part of it upsetting, part of it very nice. I was in a production of Into the Woods, playing Little Red Riding Hood. Problem was, I didn’t know the blocking (which wasn’t too bad of a problem), but I couldn’t remember the words for the opening number. The other actors were shooting me confused looks. I could see my parents in the audience, looking somewhat disappointed (they informed me that tickets were $60). Somehow the song ended (thank God!). I don’t know what happened during the rest of the show, but I do remember everyone applauding for Cinderella right after her little song at her mother’s grave/tree.
Clearly I needed to learn my lines. I went to what was either an after-show party or a reception before the next day’s performance (and Gail, the evil woman who used to work across the hall from me was there). I had determined to write the words on my hand. Then a little girl came up to me, and said that we’d go to see this guy who could help me, because he was really good at memorizing things. So she drags me over to this guy, who I guess I already knew and happened to be Colin Firth. This little girl is chattering on and Colin Firth and I keep doing the eye contact thing—one of us would look up, catch the other staring, then one of us would look away. And it was ever so cute, and we were totally going to get together, but my alarm went off. And I was very upset. Because Colin Firth was adorable.
I’m thinking this is an indication of some anxieties. I can actually explain the presence of Gail, because I have to ask her to review a proposal for me, but I’ve been putting it off because I don’t want to have to deal with her. Work has been kind of stressful, with the new boss. I don’t know. I just wish there had been more Colin Firth and less anxiety.
Current song in my head:
“Getting Better” by the Beatles
May 30, 2002
Merry's my fancy!What's your fancy?
Merry's my fancy!
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Merry actually isn't my fancy, despite what that quiz I took said (Pippin is far cuter). I just like the quote that goes with Merry.
So, in a surprising turn
So, in a surprising turn of events, the Orioles won last night. Big win, too: 10-5. And I had heard that the A’s were supposed to be good this year. Of course, they did beat the O’s in every other game. Oh well. But the game rocked and was a lot of fun. Plus, I have a baseball boyfriend: Brian Roberts. He was all cute and played well, though his batting average this season sucks. But he batted in the winning run.
Today I took the Metro in to work because I have training for the Smithsonian and it’s just easier to take the Metro in. Anyway, I approached the Metro and there was a bunch of people handing out fliers for a guy running for Congress. Then…there was the candidate himself. I shook his hand. But, dang. It’s May. The election isn’t until November. It was still kind of neat. I don’t know why. I guess it goes back to me and my odd appreciation of political processes.
Current song in my head:
“Like a Prayer” by Madonna
May 29, 2002
I'd post more, but I
I'd post more, but I feel like I have nothing to post. I grow increasingly frustrated with my boss, but am otherwise fine. People ask me "What's new?" and I feel like I have nothing to say. Because, really, nothing is new. Job? Same. Living arrangement? Same. Life? Same. Oh well.
Yes, I hit the afternoon slump and am tired. But tonight I'm going to an Orioles game, which is good. I mean, they'll lose, but I like baseball. No, I'm not making sense. I'll go now.
Current song in my head:
"Walking on the Sun" by Smashmouth
May 25, 2002
So on Thursday I received
So on Thursday I received in the mail a little questionnaire from the City of Rockville, basically saying, "Hey, fill out this form, and then we're going to call you for jury duty!" It wasn't a summons for jury duty, but rather notice that a summons will be moseying its way in my direction in the very near future. And it's funny, because I've kind of been looking forward to jury duty basically since I registered to vote. The whole process just intrigues me. And a large part of it is, "Ooh, I'm helping the system work!" My eighteenth birthday was the day before the 1996 election. Even though I was registered in Montana and living in Pennslyvania at the time, I planned ahead, got my absentee ballot, and voted. Because I really wanted to vote. And I want to be on a jury! I guess I'm just strange like that.
May 22, 2002
"I was rejected by the
"I was rejected by the government. I can't even get a government issued man." - Melodie, on prospects of the government giving young, attractive military men to single women
What WB drama are you?
You are so the one that people envy. You are: quirky, intelligent, fun, caring, cool, responsible, and most importantly, yourself. Who wouldn't wanna be you?!? You know how to have a good time, but you also know where to draw the line. You're known for your little oddities and being maybe a little too peppy, but frankly, you're cool with it. See, you're confident and headstrong so you're not going to be deterred by anything or anyone. Your values are very important to you, so that's why family comes first. You may not be best friends with your mom like Rory is with Lorelai, but you at least try to keep her informed. It's good to know that you don't consider your mom to be the Wicked Bitch of the West!
I'm completely down-to-earth! Find your soul type at kelly.moranweb.com.
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No psycho slayer is going to get between you and your right to life. You're an ass-kicker, a charge taker, and if need be, a monster masher. You're level-headed in sticky situations, you trust yout instincts, and you're not afraid to get a little dirty while getting the job done. Simply put, you rock! But don't get carried away. Even though your little brother might act like a creep sometimes, you definately shouldn't be driving stakes through his heart!
May 20, 2002
Hmm, does updating my blog
Hmm, does updating my blog solely with those quizzes really count as updating it? Probably not. But they’re more fun than work and easier than actually thinking of something to write.
I wonder if there will ever come a time when I stop acting like a 15-year-old when there’s a cute actor I like. You know, I see a cute guy just walking down the street, I’m just like, “Hey, he’s pretty cute. Mmm.” And that’s about it. I move on. But when it’s a cute boy on a television show or in a movie, I’m all, “Oh. My. GOD! He is SO CUTE! *giggles helplessly* I LOVE him!” Maybe it’s because I can watch him every week, or I can just go rent a movie and watch him over and over and over. Then search the Internet for fan sites. I don’t know. But I somehow doubt that the giggles will go away. I’m reminded of the scene from The Brady Bunch Movie when Davy Jones shows up at the school dance, and all the middle-aged women come screaming up to the stage. Or the fact that my mom totally lurved Bruce Boxleitner in Scarecrow & Mrs. King and Richard Dean Anderson in MacGyver. And no, I can’t blame her in either case. Because really? Mmmm. Anyway, I’m going to end this by saying that USA is pure evil for showing Clueless (ooh, Paul Rudd!), 10 Things I Hate About You (nummy Heath Ledger, complete with accent!), and Never Been Kissed (adorable Michael Vartan—in a tux! Not brooding!) back to back to back.
Current song in my head:
“Torn” by Natalie Imbruglia
May 17, 2002
Who's Your Movie Sidekick? Find
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Giles? I like it. Just ignore the fact that I'm a girl. I like being Giles more than I like being Anya.
Quizzes? Evil.
Forbes rated the best cities
Forbes rated the best cities in the country to be single in, and Washington, D.C./Baltimore came in as number one. That just boggles my mind. Since practically the day I moved here, I’ve heard about how hard it is to meet people here. The survey looked at things like the number of singles, the number of bars/clubs/restaurants, things like theatre and museums, and cost of living. But none of that says anything about how friendly the people are. Maybe the survey just indicates that yep, there sure are a lot of singles around here! And there’s lots for them to do! Woe to any who want to find someone to have a relationship with. I mean, sure, you can go to bars and clubs and museums…but that doesn’t mean that you can meet people. I don’t know. I guess I’m just kind of confused about what that survey signifies. Got me. Although, as signified by last night at the Power Plant, there are, in fact, tons of young single people in the area. Of course, then there’s the difference between being single, as in not being married, and single, as in not having a boyfriend/girlfriend. Oh well. I need to stop thinking about this.
Gettysburg’s commencement is this weekend.
Gettysburg’s commencement is this weekend. So it’s been two years since I graduated. That seems so…bizarre. I remember my graduation day. The fear of rain. Eating in the back of Servo for the last time. Walking across campus, past Esther and the Burgian office. The fear of slipping on the wet stairs. But what really strikes me about that day is remembering that afternoon, after I’d finished moving into Lamp Post. I was walking up Stevens Street to Safety & Security, I guess to drop off my key to Apple? I’m not sure. It was only about 5, but the place was already deserted. Everyone had packed up and gone. Even the chairs on the lawn were gone. Except for the banners waving, you wouldn’t even have known graduation had happened; you wouldn’t have known about all these kids who were now on their way out into the world. It was a sad moment. But hey, it was followed by sammiches at Brent’s party, then carousing at O’Rourke’s, so no bad there.
May 16, 2002
Who's Your Inner Buffy Bad-Girl?
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I just wanted to say that if I was Glory, I would've been way more pro-active. None of this hanging around for a season. Sure, the time I could use the Key would still be the end of the season, but dammit, I'd have way more fun along the way.
what kitchen utensil are
You are a fridge! You can keep your cool, even when faced with a heated situation. You enjoy being the center of attention, and people come to you for advice or when they want something. People also like to stick things to the front of your body.
May 14, 2002
This is why the Internet
This is why the Internet rocks. This is why weblogs kick ass. I keep reading articles in magazines and newspapers about how great weblogs are because they aren't edited, they don't have pesky people reading them and making sure they fit in with the message of a newspaper or whatever. These articles emphasize the large number of blogs that are devoted to politics--sites that break news at a grassroots level, that cover things the "big boys" are "scared" to cover.
Whatever. Every now and then I feel all inadequate about my blog. I mean, it's just me, yammering on. But the purpose of my blog isn't to reach the masses. It's so my friends who are scattered can have a vague idea of what's going on in my life. And you can search for my name and find this site. And then I'll read a comment from you, and be all happy. Because even though I haven't seen you in a few years, that doesn't mean I've forgotten about you. Particularly when a coworker asks why my email involves the word "dairyspice," leading to me launching into a story involving a couple of movie reviewers who called themselves Newsy Spice and Opinionated Spice.
*Hi, Dan!*
Current song in my head:
"Lonely Road" by Paul McCartney
May 11, 2002
Take the What High
Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel.
But that was me in high school. I got better in college. Sort of.
May 10, 2002
I love Friday afternoons. I
I love Friday afternoons. I always have. In school they were the best because they were completely free. You didn’t have to feel bad about not doing homework (by Saturday afternoon, that guilt was setting in). You had two whole days in front of you. It was beautiful. I still love Friday afternoons. True, I loved them more when nobody was down on my end of the hallway, so it was quieter, but they’re still great. They’re days for organization. They’re days for doing the little tasks you’ve been putting off all week—the ones that aren’t time-consuming, but were just too time-consuming to not do earlier. I get to wear jeans. I still have the whole weekend in front of me, and now, no guilt over undone homework! And days like today are just…perfect. The perfect temperature, the perfect humidity, the perfect everything. *sigh of contentment*
And tonight I get to pay bills! YES!!!
Current song in my head:
“Side” by Travis
May 08, 2002
Fuzzy bunny slippers Cute bunny
Fuzzy bunny slippers
Cute bunny slippers
Fuzzy fuzzy fuzzy fuzzy fuzzy bunny slippers
That keep my feet warm
May 07, 2002
Dammit. The cough is back.
Dammit. The cough is back. That damn cough that has been around for weeks and weeks. I feel pretty much fine now (except being sleepy and lacking motivation to do work), but every now and then it’s all *hack* *hack* *hack*. I though it was gone. It didn’t happen this much when I was in Miami (which, though nice, is horribly overpriced; the warm ocean may have been worth it—for that hour I got to spend on it). Maybe I’m allergic to Bethesda. That must be it. So clearly I need to get workman’s comp and stay at home all day. Every day. True, that would get boring, but I wouldn’t have to miss Scarecrow & Mrs. King.
Current song in my head:
“One Jump Ahead” from Aladdin
You can read what I
You can read what I wrote in Miami! Good times.
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Outcomes Measurement
Presidential Address
Business Meeting
May 02, 2002
I'm in Miami, having found
I'm in Miami, having found a secret bank of Internet-connected laptops in the convention center, which is where I've been living. I saw the ocean briefly. It was lovely. I wish I could spend some time there when the sun was still shining. Ah well. It's much more fun to attend a conference than to work at one. That's all I'm saying. Now--back to work. I feel like a fugitive, hiding out from work. Eevil.