I was waiting for the elevator on 11 when another person in my company strolls up, along with a very good-looking young man. Who’s tall. And has great eyes. And smiles at me. I figure that hey, maybe he’s applying for a job. I ask Leslie. It turns out he’s an intern. And he’s been here for months. And I didn’t know about him! Leslie doesn’t think his college is local, either, so he’ll be leaving. Nooo! I just found out about him! Apparently I wasn’t here when he was introduced to everyone. Dammit. Finally we get a hot guy here and I don’t know about him. Don’t leave, hot guy!
The wallpaper on my computer at work is a very lovely picture of Colin Farrell. He’s wearing a blue button-down shirt and is gently smiling at the camera. It is a fantastic picture. So I went to lunch today, minimizing all my windows so the wallpaper was displayed. Apparently one of my coworkers walked by, saw the picture, and asked Leslie whether it was a picture of my boyfriend. Hee. I wish! Mmm. Colin Farrell.
I’m having another week of feeling perpetually tired. I don’t know why. I got sleep this weekend. I’m not going to sleep excessively late, and Colin isn’t keeping me up (though he has decided that 2:30 a.m. is a good time for playing, to which I respond by rolling over). So I don’t know.
And it’s combined with this feeling that I’m incompetent. I’m supposed to be getting this promotion/new job, but right now I don’t feel at all qualified. I have a complete lack of self-esteem right now, particularly with regards to my job. I feel like I just don’t know what I’m doing. Which isn’t true…but it’s a learning process, and I feel like I’m behind the curve. So I’m mentally panicking about that.
Plus the tutoring. Right now I’m working with two girls. I’ve only had one session with one of them, but I’m strangely paranoid about her. I guess because her father is all gung-ho and wants reports and stuff, and because she’s going into ninth grade and I’m not sure of what I’m supposed to be doing with her. The other girl I get along great with and have no problems in the sessions, but I don’t know that I’m making any progress with her. It’s just frustrating.
I don’t know. Why do I keep having these weeks where staying in bed all day sounds like a good option?
Current song in my head:
“Hey, a Movie!” from The Great Muppet Caper
This weekend I took a big step in my trek to the inevitable spinsterhood that awaits me. I got a cat. Carrie’s uncle had two kittens that he needed to give away, and since they were already litter-trained and free…I have a kitten. Carrie brought him home last night and he’s soooo cute. Colin is only 6 weeks old and full of energy. He’s very tiny and amusingly goes to pounce on things, but then gets frightened and runs away. He slept on my bed last night and just about flew across it when my alarm clock went off. He eats like he’s never been fed and meows for some unknown reason. I love him. And you’re all welcome to come over and play with him.
In other news, TARCon was fantastic. The highlight would definitely be the 5 or 10 minutes I got to spend standing next to Phil. Oh, Phil. How I love you. And though Chip was a complete jerk on the show, he’s excessively pretty in real life. Mmm, Chip. I just hope there’s a fifth season so there can be a fifth TARCon. In the meantime, though, I’m getting my pictures developed today. And if I can get my stupid scanner/copier/printer to work, those will be up on the Internet in the near future.
Current song in my head:
“When It’s Over” by Sugar Ray
Today is the slowest day ever. It’s only 10:30. I’m restless, probably because I’m leaving at noon to catch the Amazing Train to New York for TARCon. And I’m in that mood where I want everything to be perfectly silent. And my office isn’t complying. There are a lot of conversations, a lot of people walking around. It’s driving me nuts. I just want people to be quiet. Shh, people. Shh.
Current song in my head:
“Walk This Way” by Aerosmith
My sister was born in March of 1975. For Christmas that year, my grandparents gave my parents a puppy (I don’t know why—they already got the grandchild they wanted). Since my sister was already born, Ranger was used to her. But I came along three years later. Apparently Ranger didn’t know what to make of me. In an attempt to help Ranger love me, my parents referred to me (to Ranger—hopefully not to anyone else) as a “people puppy.” A people puppy. I’m not sure what I think about that.
Current song in my head:
“I’ll Follow the Sun” by the Beatles
Fishy is an incredibly addictive game. It loses some of its power once you beat it. But is still oddly mesmerizing.
I turned on the tv yesterday to find a movie starring Gene Kelly and Frank Sinatra in which they played baseball players (Take Me Out to the Ball Game, I later found out). Turns out I had stumbled upon a Gene Kelly marathon on TCM. I watched a good many hours of this. And now I want to dance! Why I didn’t take dance lessons when I was growing up is beyond me. If I were to relive my childhood, I’d definitely take dance classes. Anyway, I love Gene Kelly. He’s awesome. The evening culminated in a biography of him, and it was fascinating. It talked mostly about his work, but I learned a lot about his style.
I also need to recommend S.W.A.T. The movie is one of those light, entertaining movies that come out in the summer. And Colin Farrell is hot in it. So, so hot in it. Mrowr.
This weekend was the anniversary of Elvis’s death, so naturally AMC was playing a large number of Elvis movies yesterday. I resisted the temptation to watch them, though. Mostly because I was sucked into the Gene Kelly marathon.
Current song in my head:
“A Little Less Conversation” by Elvis Presley
The toys of my youth are making a comeback! Though it’s frightening to note that a number of these were discontinued in 1985. 1985. What did I play with after that?
I had an excellent weekend. Dave and Amber's wedding was loads of fun, and they had a lot of cool things (CDs as the wedding favor, sparklers as they left). Plus, dancing goodness. Then yesterday was my First Ladies tour. Upon walking towards the museum, I was greeted by the sound of fife and drums. I then remembered it was Civil War Days at the American History Museum. There were re-enactors everywhere. It was like a flashback to college. But I wound up sticking around after my tour and doing some Civil War era dancing. It was loads of fun; plus there was this hot re-enactor--he was young, cute, and wearing a fantastic outfit. Mmm. And he was making eye contact. Whee!
Current song in my head:
"Rainy Days and Mondays" by the Carpenters
From an article by Philip Michaels on TeeVee, on why he hates Kelly and Jon (from The Amazing Race):
...if there's one team I particularly don't want to capture the grand prize, it's Kelly and Jon.
Why? Quite simply, they irritate me. She's alternately bossy and whiny, rattled by the slightest setback and prone to saddling her competitors with demeaning nicknames. He's a self-assured blowhard with a talent for saying staggeringly stupid things whenever the cameras are rolling. (A loosely paraphrased sample of the wit and wisdom of The Amazing Race's Jon: "It's like a woman's orgasm: it takes a long time and it's hard to get there, but once she's had it, she's good for a week" -- which may explain why Kelly seems so agitated most of the time, come to think of it.) Together, they bicker with one another and sneer at everyone else -- during the Mumbai, India, leg of the race, Kelly made such a point of complaining about the overpowering odor emanating from the teeming masses, you were left waiting for someone in the crowd to turn to her and say, "You know, many of us here understand English perfectly well, and you're smelling a bit ripe yourself." Based on the sort of behavior frequently on display during The Amazing Race, if you ever found yourself sharing a train compartment with the two of them, I'd give you about 15 minutes -- 20, if you've got the patience of a saint -- before you've tuned out their yammering in order to silently weigh the internal injuries you'll suffer versus the mental relief you'll feel if you just fling yourself off the train at the next switchbox.
That pretty much sums up my feelings. They do have moments where you can tell that they care about each other...but on the whole, they annoy me so much that I don't really care about that. Of the four teams left, they're the only team that I really don't want to win.
I think my weirdo magnet must be on “high” lately. Because the weirdos have been coming out of the woodwork lately.
Last week I was exiting the building for lunch. Lunch, as usual for me, was a can of Slim-Fast and a bag of pretzels. I get into the elevator, and there’s a guy in there already. He makes some mundane comment; I reply with maybe a word. He keeps going. There’s a pause. Then he says something along the lines of, “You know, most people like to eat food for lunch.” Me: “That’s highly overrated.” Then, happily, I fled the elevator. Maybe the guy was hitting on me. If so, he might want to realize that insulting my choice of lunch isn’t the best way to win me over.
On Friday, I was coming home from tutoring. I had stopped at the grocery store, so as I entered my building, I was laden down with books, papers, and grocery bags. The freaky lady next door was leaving the building with her dog. She’s old, doesn’t speak English very well, and mutters incoherently a lot. I say “Hi” and am moving towards my door when she says something, and grabs me. And hugs me. Wha? What just happened? Hello, lady? You’re scary. And my arms are full. And I don’t know you. Please, please don’t touch me. I like my personal space. So now I’m avoiding her like the plague.
Of course, these things happen in threes. On Monday I was running errands, and happened to be wearing a Gettysburg College shirt. I was walking from the Container Store to a Hallmark, when a guy sitting at a table goes, “Gettysburg, huh?” I pause and say something like, “Yes.” He then asks me where I was born. And about Gettysburg. And where my parents live. And how long I’ve lived here. And what I do. And he drones on about various relatives and places they’ve lived, and he’s lived. And he didn’t have front teeth. The conversation ended with this exchange: Him: “Do you have any pets?” Me: “No.” “Do you have a boyfriend?” “No.” “That must be pretty boring.” Me: “I like my life fine, thanks,” and walked away.
Hopefully I won’t have to deal with any more freaky freakys in the near future.
Becca likes shiny things and boys who wear cool shoes. Me? I like it when guys wear suits. There is just something so incredibly sexy about it. Maybe it’s partially that it’s so rare to see a guy in a suit these days. Most places are business casual, so I generally see guys in khakis (of course, I rarely dress up myself, so I’m hardly one to talk). But when I do see a guy in a suit? Yummy. Even better is a guy in tux, particularly with the tie undone, and the top few buttons undone…
Anyway. Sorry. I say this because yesterday I went to training for our new invoice system, and one of the guys who runs the business was doing the training. Late twenties, good looking. In a suit. A very nice suit, with a great blue tie. It was all very nice. I was kicking myself for not bringing my card and “accidentally” leaving it on the table when I left. But since the finance people are moving to my floor, hopefully I’ll get to see him again.
Current song in my head:
“Treachery” by Kirsty MacColl
Hey, who wants to see Sugar Ray with me at the 9:30 Club on September 3? Tickets are only $25, and it's a small venue. Please? Anyone want to come with me and see my pseudo-rock 'n' roll-badass boyfriend?
Today's Friday Five
1. What time do you wake up on weekday mornings?
My alarm first goes off at 6:12. I actually get out of bed around 6:30.
2. Do you sleep in on the weekends? How late?
Good Lord, yes, if I can. How late depends on how tired I am. Sometimes it's only until 10 or 10:30; I've been known to sleep in until 1 or so, though that's getting more rare as I get older.
3. Aside from waking up, what is the first thing you do in the morning?
Go to the bathroom. Then make my bed.
4. How long does it take to get ready for your day?
About a half hour.
5. When possible, what is your favorite place to go for breakfast?
I don't really have a breakfast place, never have. It usually takes me a little while before I want to eat. I like going to the Hamden Cafe by me at work to get an egg and cheese bagel. I also have a special place in my heart for Egg McMuffins. You know, the part of the heart that's all clogged because of them. Ba-dum-ching!