crappy commentators.

So...still procrrastinating.

I love the Olympics. I especially love the Winter Olympics. Especially the ice skating. In high school my sister and I taped the ice skating so we could re-watch.

Yeah...so I might have been a tidge of a dork. But the Olympics effing rock.

So I've been sad that I haven't been able to watch them yet because of my fucking schedule so far. So, of course I'm sitting on my couch now with my computer 'working' on my paper.

Something I've re-discovered already is how incredibly fucking crappy the commentators always are at the Olympics. I mean, really, where the fuck do they hire these people from? Though the best was how awful Katie Couric was at the winter Olympics four years ago at the opening ceremony. I mean acting surprised that Brazil was participating and mentioning frozen bananas? Before Arressted Development even started? Totally culturally insensitive.

So the only event on right now is of course fucking ski jumping. I mean when I'm procrastinating I'd like to see my favourite event. That's right. Ice skating. Anywho.

The commentator just said that watching the Austrians was like watching paint dry. What???? Who the fuck says that about a sport? Just because they're reliable?

Can I be a commentator? It sounds like I'm qualified - I'm breathing.

i must be procrastinating.

So, even though each week so far this semester, other than the first of course...or make that the second since I was still figuring my classes out the first and fighting off jet-lag, has seemed to be the worst, I officially declare this the worst. Though two weeks ago was pretty fucking horrible. This week though I had to prepare an oral presentation and assignment for class tonight and now I'm supposedly working on a paper due tomorrow - along with a book.

Fuck. Me.

Though it's one of those things where I'm still pretty giddy because CBF is coming this weekend (sweeettt!!!!) and I'm going to my favourite bar on Friday where hopefully CBC will be working.

These things, coupled with the fact that I was able to find the. best. margarita mix ever! that I had at my Aunt's over Christmas for CBF makes it all the sweeter.

Wait? What's that you say? Alcoholic? I'm sorry. I can't hear you.

So yesterday I was about to pop-off from work. Or I should say run off to try and get a start on my school work when my phone rang - it was a flower delivery woman who wanted me to come downstairs to pick up a flower delivery. But I should wait 10 minutes because she was stuck in traffic.

What type of fucking ghetto flower delivery service is this!

Didn't matter though because it still was pretty awesome to get flowers, though it was late in the day, and they were pretty fucking awesome too. CBF rocks. As he said on the phone last night, "Everyone should get flowers for Valentine's Day." Awww. He melts my cold, jaded, sarcastic heart.

Here they are!

how is it past nine already?

You know, you organize, you procrastinate, and suddenly it's already after fucking nine at night.

My grandmother called today to ask if I was snowed in.

I wish.

CBF said that New York broke some sort of record for snowfall. Unfortunately nothing is cancelled for him. Sucky for him because of course, even though all the streets are fine, schools are either closed or starting late.

I was hoping my work would be cancelled, but really? That hasn't happened since the big storm of Valentine's in oh-three. It's a 'lost' weekend if you will. A weekend that dare not be spoken of. Stretch starts to tic a little when it's mentioned. Though it was also the weekend I was introduced to the fact that "I Can't Believe it's Not Butter!" actually had a spray model.

That someone was eating.

On pancakes.

Really? Really!!! I mean if you're eating pancakes, just have the fucking butter or margarine. You don't need to pick up your pancake and spray it with the fake butter. I guess the company wasn't really thinking about the fact that nozzle sprays don't really work at an extreme angle.

I mean I've accomplished some things today: finally! found the margarita mix in a bucket that's fucking awesome, bought margarita glasses, bought a real trash can, bought groceries for the week.

The problem is that I didn't actually use any of the time to be doing my school work, which is the actual necessary part. And I know I'm shortly going to be watching Grey's Anatomy because I've been waiting all week for the episode.

I should not only be doing my schoolwork, of which I have two written assignments, an oral presentation and reading (!), but for some reason I'm not really that stressed out.

This is a bad thing.

That, of course coupled with the fact that I'm spending money both like it's my job and like it's going out of style. "Wait, so you're saying for just double the price I can have a stainless steel garbage instead of a plastic one? Perfect!" Margarita glasses because that will obviously make them taste better? Pur-fect!

I have GOT to get to work.

the return of my true love.

BBC America is like crack.

I've always loved BBC America. The programming, the british accents. I mean, really, you can't go wrong. Plus the nostalgia effect where it has programs that I watched on the BBC in high school, because it was one of the few channels that had programming in English.

When I was living at home with my mom the summer after college graduation and I was totally unemployed and upset about the whole matter, I would spend hours watching BBC America. Half of them, determined to pick up a British accent a la Madonna, but totally better.

CBF can confirm that I totally suck at accents, and I might have mentioned this already, but always end up sound Indian or Pakistani after, like, two words.

It's really rather humiliating.

Still, hours of programming that include "Coupling," which, in its first few seasons rocked. The US version should never have aired, but the British version rocked. I caught up on a few episodes at my sister's over Thanksgiving, and with one key character replaced it isn't as funny. But there are still some joyful episodes and moments.

I should add as a disclaimer here that I'm totally procrastinating again before my evening class. Trend!

When I first moved to DC with Stretch and Killer included and into a seemingly lovely house, with just one very large catch of having two Spanish speaking ladies living in the hovel of a basement, we still had BBC America. This, of course was because we didn't forsee that having to have more packages with Spanish programming that we were paying for definitely did not make up for saving $100 in rent. No fucking way. Plus the extra that we paid in utlities? We were fucking fleeced by our landlord. I'm still bitter and angry.

Any. Fucking. Way.

We had BBC America - though it was overall less enjoyable because it was one of those requirements and we didn't get any local channels because (Fuck you Dish Network!) it cost more for local and our package was the basest option with no cool extra channels because we were already paying through the nose for a Spanish package as well that was like every Spanish language channel that is broadcasting in the fucking world.

Which is how I ended up spending so much time watching the fucking Disney channel. And of course BBC America. Which? Sometimes doesn't play your favourite shows as often as you would like.

Then I could only get cable through Comcast in my apartment. Which? I've been now paying through the nose for. Fuck you Comcast!

I've been contemplating for awhile, especially since prices went up again...I mean really basic cable here people with HBO and it's like $75 each month. And it kills me.

So I decided today to switch to Direct TV because it's much cheaper and I'm not going to lie, because it has more channels that include BBC America!!!!

BBC America is coming back!!

I can't even contain how excited I am. Not to mention the 21.99 for first three months with 'packages' of HBO, Showtime, and Starz (just enough time to finish up the L word...if I ever watch again) and even if I kept them, it'd still be the same price I'm paying now!

And? Free installation. And? Free DVR! And???? A free portable DVD player.

I love me some Direct TV!

I LOOOVE me so BBC America. Especially now that they're playing Footballer's Wives and this new show I want to watch called Mile High, and there's this other awesome show called My Family that I watched over Christmas that was hilarious and was suddenly on all the time in Germany too!

Giddy bitches. GIDD-fucking-Y!

stretch is awesome.

Stretch is my hero!

Stretch rocks!!

I was on my 'death bed' the past few days; rocking a 103.7 fever at one point and general light headedness and coughing and illness. As CBF said when we were on the phone and I was telling him about the fever and that I just lying in bed doing nothing. No reading. No listening to music. No TV on in the background. And I was fine. CBF was all, "Call 911!"

Anyway, somehow Stretch (I'm guessing through Killer) found out I was sick and she sent me a free e-card that was awesome, hoping I would get better.

When I finally got my mail today for the first time in days there was a get-better card. Like an actual card that required a stamp.

That my friends is an awesome friend.

nur ein wort.

Okay, so the title? Like a double meaning.

It means 'just one word' in German.

Stretch has been harassing me about not having posted in like...for-fucking-ever. So whilst we were on the phone last night and I thought my hand was freezing to my phone in the claw position (thanks! weather.com for miscalculating how cold it was going to be assholes), I decided to try and please her, to motivate her to visit I would post.

SO! Here we are. Here I am. Procrastinating before class that starts in 40 minutes. So...it might not be all about Stretch.

It has to be brief (catching the theme yet??), but I'm obsessed with this German pop band called Wir Sind Helden. I think they've always had catchy tunes, but over Christmas there was this one tune called "Nur Ein Wort," that is like the catchiest tune ever!

Now that my office mate is gone, I've been busting out singing along to it. Here's the video (just pick what type of player you have...it's a fun video), and you can also buy it on iTunes US Edition.

Awesome!

See? That was one word!

it's a numbers thing.

Time I have left to finish my final paper?

5 hours.

Time I have left to sleep if I take 5 hours?

None.

Number of hours where I'll either be in training or meetings at work today, and so should be cognitive?

At least 3.

Pages I have left in my paper?

Who knows. At this point I have to finish making my point. I thought an hour ago that it would only be an hour.

Edit.

Add citations. This last part being my least favourite.


Oh? And I have a social dinner this evening, where, you know, I should be social. That I'm looking forward to, even if I might come off sounding like a pure idiot. Because? I'll be fucking done for the semester. Hallelujah!!

worst timing ever!

Due to obsession with coffee, and multiple purchases of said coffee (and it all just started with the love of the Blueberry compliments of Stretch), I've been drinking quite some coffee lately.

Granted, I love the coffee, and buying it really is an attempt to save money, plus it's so much better than the the free coffee available at work. Plus? It's awesome.

With the semester coming towards an end though, I find myself once again, not only drinking coffee in the morning but at night as well.

I might have, most definitely, gone overboard with my last order from Green Mountain. It was becauase I had to save from the month before and buy the coffee later - and there was pumpkin, pumpkin!, being offered. I mean I love anything pumpkin. Plus other holiday awesome sounding coffee. So of course ordered the pumpkin, and gingerbread. And eggnog. And caramel vanilla cream swirl. And cinnamon cream swirl (it was supposed to pretty much be akin to tasting a cinnamon bun).

Most of the flavours were pretty disappointing. Especially the pumpkin. Like, it's fine, but it's not great, or awesome, or amazing, or anything akin to having a pumpkin spice latte. Which really? Totally a happy ending in a cup. I mean, buying all these bags of coffee is really an attempt to save money by not going to Starbucks. I mean, really, really? Five fucking dollars for a latte? It's robbery. Plus the fact that as an establishment I don't like Starbucks either.

Despite my not liking Starbucks, I have to admit they make a mean fucking holiday latte. Pumpkin spice? Check. Gingerbread? Check. Peppermint (though this year it's a mocha - but still)? Check. Eggnog? Check. They're awesome and every single time I see a huge bus poster for them, I want to rob the person in front of me and hightail it to Starbucks.

I was kind of overly optimistic I guess because the Blueberry was so awesome. The only flavours that were really good out of the new batch were Eggnog and Caramel Vanilla Cream Swirl. Especially the latter, which is kind of a happy ending. As much as you'll get one that doesn't cost $5. I mean pumpkin was okay, but the Gingerbread and Cinnamon one...well. I had to power through. It was really, really disappointing. Still not done with the pumpkin, bought two bags, and I've been saving the last of Eggnog and Caramel.

So today, I decided, maybe if I buy it today it won't be in this month's AmEx bill. And? I wanted more of the good stuff - I was tired of powering through. That might be because I've been drinking so much and am so utterly fucking stressed out.

Anyway, ordered more Eggnog and stocked up (at least I know this time that it won't become available all year like Blueberry did), and a few others. Essentially, just over the $50 line.

Got an email a couple of minutes ago that said all purchases over $50 for a short period of time will have free shipping.

Like four hours later! Instead I'm paying like eight fucking dollars for shipping.

Fuck. You. Again! Green Mountain. I mean really. Each time.

Last time you said Blueberry was seasonal so I stocked up on that shit because we were about to switch seasons, and then suddenly it's Pumpkin and Blueberry is available all year. So I have to wait to order the other awesome sounding coffee.

Fuckers.

whoops!

It's um, a little bad that I just opened my birthday card from my mother really, really early.

But then? It didn't say "Happy Birthday" and maybe it was just supposed to a hang in there, with a cat and everything man, because I've been sick and stressed out.

Plus? Two things I'm waiting for in the mail haven't arrived yet.

So I know of, slit it open to see if the card seemed to be birthday themed. Unfortunately? Nothing to give it away. So I ended up opening the entire thing and looking at the cover, which still doesn't really allude to birthday, but I'm pretty sure that's the card.

Since this will be the only physical mail I'll be opening on my birthday, I shoved it back into the envelope as quickly as possible and retaped it up.

That should be the same, right?

World AIDS Day.

AIDS is nothing to be forgotten - something society seems to be doing.

Today is World AIDS Day, something my high school was always very consciencious about. It could have been the fact that WHO headquarters were there, but I always felt a little bit better by doing something that day.

Donating something towards the cause, and what I think is most important is maintaing visibility of the disease.

Bristol-Meyer Squibb is donating $1 for every candle lit today HERE.

GO.

Help the cause.

It takes two seconds.

Hopefully, we'll soon have a cure.

i like your wig.

What???

I'm going slightly deaf. Or am totally on my joyous way to having a little device put in my ear to aid in my hearing.

Perhaps it's my impending birthday making me feel old.

At least I feel less like a mid, or shall I say a quarter century crisis.

I digress.

Deaf? Check!

In a meeting today about fiscal responsibility. Fucking. Boring. And a waste of my time because I'm never going to be in a position at my job where the information will matter.

Whatever.

Anyway, I was sitting next to my co-worker and he said something quietly that I couldn't here, so I made the universally recognized grunt noise of, "huh?" You know, something akin to Tim Allen, but eons less annoying and is roughly translated the same in every fucking language?

Yup, that's the one.

Anyway, he said it again, and I'm usually too embarassed at this point to ask people to say it again, so I again do that universal gesture thing, and do a weird chuckle, and a low slash mumbled, 'oh. yeah.'

This will sometime work, though sometimes it doesn't and people keep on looking at me.

Waiting for a response.

Because they've actually asked me a question, and so clearly are waiting for an answer.

Sometimes? That awkward pause will continue forever, and I'll have to go through the whole long deaf story and ask them to say it again.

Today in the meeting I think my co-worker was expecting a response, but it was a meeting...and I couldn't ask him to speak loud enough for me to hear because of the, you know, meeting level of speaking.

Isn't half faking a conversation something people do when they're 60 and like pretending they're not losing their hearing???

I digress.

I was at the store again trying to exchange this shampoo I bought because I actually thought it was the conditioner and it was taking like 40 hours for the girl to figure it out.

It's an exchange. Oh the fuck well. Anyway, so this other chick comes along and says something and all I can make out a bit is the word 'curls.'

Maybe.

So of course, I'm all, 'what?'

And I swear I thought I heard her say, "I like your wig."

So normally at this point I would let it go and be all, 'uh, yeah, thanks' because I don't want to sound like a jackass, and that I think it's you're fault that I can't understand you. When? I'm the deaf one.

But a fucking wig??? Are you fucking kidding me?

So more clearly,and with emphasis this time: "What?"

And the chick who's helping me is all, "She likes your curls."

And I'm somewhat chagrined and, if this is possible, still skeptical. And mumble a "thanks." A bit drawn out though, because I still think that she thinks that I have a fucking wig on. Or you know curled extensions, which? No fucking way.

I've got to get that hearing checked at some point.

it's snowing bitches!

Woot!!!!

The first snow of the year, and I'm so excited because I'm at my sister's sitting in her warm bed 'studying.'

Or you know, doing my damndest to do that in a good way.

I love me some snow and am excited about the flurries outside my window.

Sweet!

Happy Thanksgiving!

like four square miles, right?

DC is a small fucking city. Granted, it's not four square miles, but it's pretty itty bitty teeny tiny. Especially if you consider how small it is to most major metropolitan cities. Plus? The area that most people usually traverse is usually more condensed. Like, yes, I already know Killer, you travel all around the district, but this is a rare fact.

This makes the not running into people thing a major surprise. Granted, most people do say how they are always running into someone they kind of know, or don't really want to see, or you know something along those awkward kind of run-ins. For the most part, this isn't true for me.

I'm usually the one all, 'yeah, that'd be cool to run into so and so...' Doesn't happen.

I believe what makes me more upset though, is when I know that a celebrity has been in town or is in town. Someone I wouldn't mind seeing, but obviously don't really give a damn enough about stalking. Or, sometimes I'm just that inefficient.

Most painful? George Clooney.

Who I guess was here rather often when filming "K Street," yes...the blink and you'll miss it series on HBO. Pretty tough to be cancelled that quickly, eh Georgie?

And I guess randomly here also. Doin who knows what, and who really cares. I think he'd be the only one I'd be interested in stalking. I mean we're not New York, we're not LA. Our celebrities are politicians, so when the 'real' celebrities are here and I miss them, I kind of am all, 'aw, that's too bad.'

So it seems that Angelina was in town again - which? With her UN stuff not that rare, but rare enough. But it's usually a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of visit without being in DC.

It seems she took her son to one of the Smithsonians this weekend.

And? Was seen house hunting with Brad Pitt.

Not only that, the photo snapped? Totally on one my bus routes.

It's the so close I could probably smell your after-shave if I wasn't at home trying to either do my homework or shake-off the alcohol and much stronger than needed cigarette the night before.

Hey, maybe if they move here I'll finally see her.

Because Angelina Jolie? Hot.

hanes: the new ground for washed up celebrities

How little money does Hanes have? Or I guess it would make more sense to say 'not have.'

I'm doing some serious unprecedented amounts of procrastinating right now. I'm this is pretty impressive - even for me.

So I'm watching live TV - Live! With commercials! That you can't fast-forward! The novelty!

So I'm watching Chicago on Bravo - which? Awful editing in commercials, like the just fucking cut it off in the middle of Queen Latifah's awesome 'Mama' number. If Bravo isn't careful, Queen's girlfriend is going to knock someone out! There's no disrespecting Queen! I actually have no bounds for my love for Queen. Like, I totally believe that she's probably really cool in real life. Which? The likelihood of a celebrity being cool and not a spoiled jackass is pretty minimal.

I digress.

So, whilst watching I noticed a new Hanes ad. I was all, that's not Michael Jordan! Dude, Damon Wayans how did you get here from "In Living Color?" I realize your show was cancelled from ABC - but I mean really, what did you expect? Not so good. I was already asking that sell-out question then. But a Hanes ad? Hanes?

Then in the next commercial break there's another ad.

This time? Marisa Tomei. Marisa Tomei?

There are rumours that she won the Oscar because Mr. McOldy misread the prompter - but let's not dwell on that. Though it would make her win make more sense. But Oscar might the only thing she has to hold on to now. I mean that would make her schilling for the ads make more sense. Plus? Does anyone under the age of 20 even know who she is?

Hanes asks, "Look who we've got our Hanes on now?"

Or I do that reading from the statement, because who?

the l word. again.

I think I've clearly established in the past that I'm a tidge obsessed with the L word. I say a tidge. And I think that may also be the wrong tense because I think I might actually not be obsessed with the L word anymore.

Thanks Ilene Chaiken! With work and school, and school and work I could actually really do with those extra hours in the day.

First season? Brilliant - I mean really? Why else would I be obsessed. Also how else I was I able to get everyone else obsessed with the show as well? I mean after PMF was here for the weekend visiting, and we ended up watching until 5 in the morning, she both wanted to do Shane and be Shane. Or. You know. A lesbian in L.A.

Second season? Meh. I've ranted enough about how it went down the crapper. And how Betty essentially single-handedly ruined it as well. I mean I was hoping to start a petition for them to get the fuck rid of her.

Signs for Season 3? New theme song. Still Betty. Not only is she more involved in the music this season. For some reason, and it can't be experience, she was allowed to write episode 8 of season 3. Fuck. You. Ilene. Chaiken.

And? Fuck. You. Elizabeth. Ziff.

I understand you, yes you Ilene, like to be edgy and don't want to be seen as a lesbian series, nor as representing lesbians. Fine. I. Get. IT. That's no reason to kill the show. Oh? And Dana.

Whilst waiting for my discussion section to be begin I noticed the three girls to my left were talking about the L word and how cool it was. They were obviously talking about the first season, and this one chick was like, ooh, they're all really glamourous (yes) and I guess that's what it's like in L.A.

I tried, but couldn't resist, so kind of busted into the conversation. Briefly.

But then they were all, what Tina do again before she quit her job?, and of course I again had to bust in and say the answer.

Sad. Sad. Sad.

Fuck you Ilene for now making me look semi-pathetic.

mother. fucker.

The title of my post was actually going to be "Come back Sam Beam" who, for those uninformed, is Iron & Wine.

I've been checking semi-regularly on his webpage about tour dates. Granted it's been a few weeks, but I've been busy with life.

I just checked and he's back at the 9:30 club on the 30th of this month. Touring with Calexico, who I recently discovered and bought music from. Seemingly a perfect concert. Though I did enjoy seeing him at Iota Cafe.

When I saw it was so close and he was now 'big' enough to be playing at the 9:30 club. Seems I had reason to worry.

Tickets are sold out!

Mother. Fucker!

it must be pretty bad...

When I my browser didn't even remember my address when I was typing it in.

I guess I really do post that sporadically. Things have been both busy and rough - but you can't keep a good bitch down. Or? Twat.

Twat is my new favourite word. I shout it out like I have Tourette's Syndrome - which? I think that would potentially be an awesome disease to have because it would totally explain my foul mouth.

It's a fact, I seriously enjoy swearing. I believe that I've even posted about that in the fact, and despite the fact that fuck will always be the go-to swear word. I mean really it can totally convey so much emotion.

In the same way that that awful movie with the boys from South Park, "Baseketball" had them saying "Dude" to each other with massive different intonations. I only know this becuase it's the beginning ad on one of my favourite tapes - I believe it must be "Out of Sight." Probably one of the last movies where I respected Jennifer Lopez as an actor, and the chemistry between her and George Clooney is off the charts. Though? I think George Clooney and a wall could have chemistry. It's illegal for someone to be that handsome.

Back to the twat though. I love the word. I have no idea why. So I'm currently shouting it out at all times, and in fact the other day when I was going from my shared office to Curly's office, I was all, "Whattup TWAT!" and Curly was like, um, you being talked to if you say the word twat any louder? Well, at least something similar to that.

I was in NY a couple of weeks ago. Okay, quite some time now, which? Makes me sad. I'm planning a December trip for my birthday though, so it's all good, but my mom, as per usual called. She of course was asking about my sister, and of course telling a story about how she didn't pick up the phone or wasn't returning her phone call, or something along the lines of what happens when my mother tries to contact her. In both of their defenses' my sister should be better about calling back later, and my mother should be better about not being a stalker in her calling habits. Anyway, to empathize with my mother and diffuse the situations somewhat, as I have to do all the time, I said my sister was just being her normal twat self. This was all fine and good, and ultimately by the end of the conversation my mother was more calm.

What surprised me though was that as my mother was saying goodbye to me, she was all, "Bye, you twat you!" with genuine affection in her voice.

I think my mother clearly does not understand the meaning of the word twat.

m day confirmed.

I found out at a happy hour event the actual day when I am going to be moving offices - and joining in a shared office.

This is sad, sad day that will not get me any sympathy except from other people in the office because no one else has to share an office.

Otherwise?

People have no sympathy. Killer? "Yeah, I have a big open space with three other people and sometimes this intern." No sympathy there. Though she does understand.

On Friday I was talking to people at my internship that I was having to share an office, and the guy gave me this, "girl, please!" look. Granted he shares the small office space with four other people.

Despite all this, my office was awesome because of it's centeral location, and I might have a crappy desk now. Next Friday will be a dark day. The one shining fact being that it will begin the Halloween Festivities.

Probably the only thing that could make me feel better.

best. holiday. ever. coming!

Okay, so there are certain holidays that we always look forward to.

Scratch that, now that we're adults - or I'm i the working world - any time that I get a day I'm fucking pumped. But there are those holidays that might not get you a day off of work that are awesome.

Now I do have to preface this and say that of course I like Christmas. I mean, who doesn't right? I mean, clearly, other than the Jews, and others that believe in a religion that specifically doesn't believe in Jesus. Or God.

How did this transition into a horribly un-PC post?

I digress. I love Christmas - but almost more for the fact that you get so many days, and there is a guarantee of presents. But there are points that I don't like. Fighting with family because you're sick of them. The eventual disappointment of it 'all' being over. Very anti-climatic. Plus? Sad when you think of family members that are no longer with you celebrating because they've passed on or unable to make it.

My favourite holiday? Easter.

Weird. I know. But it's my favourite holiday when I celebrate it with Mrs. B. and her family. They make it an extravaganza. There are traditions, there is awesome food, there is camraderie, and there is her loud, but highly entertaining family. And the best? The glory of being the winners of the egg toss - especially the over the house egg toss.

That my friends takes skill.

My second favourite holiday? And it's a very, very close second. It should more be a tie. And is the first when I can't join Mrs. B. for Easter?

Fucking Halloween.

How can you not love Halloween. When you're a kid you get to dress up to your heart's content and get oodles of candy. Oodles. Of. Candy. Plus? Any holiday that has themed candy! Awe. Some. And despite the fact that there is the very astute description of candy corn as 'ear wax,' it's still fucking awesome candy.

When I was a kid I fucking ROCKED the vampire outfits. For like three years in a row actually. I had a thing for vampires - my last year being the best. I remember I returned to class and people were all, um who are you, and why are you taking this stuff?, because I was picking my show & tell shit up from earlier in the day. Sigh. Loved those days.

Now as an adult, there are other things to look forward to. Mostly, the fun of finding an awesome outfit and preparing for the evening, and instead of candy you get drunk and have an awesome time. Or, you know, get a different type of candy. From strangers - where it doesn't matter that they're strangers anymore.

Anyway, my outfit? Is set. It's awesome. I've tried it on multiple times.

Plans were finalized with CBF tonight about where we're going. He's coming down - and it's going to be fucking awe. Some!

And in order to not burn out quickly, I'm going to try and post funny memories and stories leading up to the extravaganza of next weekend.

Halloween, here we come!

longest. week. ever.

My job job. Is. Well...awful. I don't want to go into too many details, but the task that I'm doing out of my office is pretty fucking awful.

I actually think that's putting it mildly.

I'm knackered beyond belief. With tedious work work all day. Class assignments, and I'm fairly positive I handed in something that was crap on Monday, and my internshp.

Internship. I love ye, but you're fucking. killing. me.

Plus? I think I might be getting sick. Or sick.

I still have loads of work to do, and sleep is just...not near.

And? I'm not sure when this off-site assignment is going to end. It's seriously the worst thing ever.

Though I did have to laugh today when I went to go get a soda at 2 (in the afternoon, just to be clear) to try and stay awake, despite the fact that the caffeine count for the day was already pretty fucking high, and the 'lunch room' was fucking bursting with people. I had to dodge and weave my way to the machine.

Half of them? Watching a soap really loud.

The other half? Sleeping.

Heads on the table, nap time, sleeping.

This my friends is why jack shit ever gets done.

My question is, how the fuck are the sleeping with that really loud TV on in the background, along with this really loud fan because the room's so fucking hot because there are so many people in it, and, just with that many people around?