Since I'm the world's most procrastinating person, I had to switch my days off from today to last Friday so I could get ready for the move on Saturday. We can safely say that the packing did not go quite as efficiently as I had hoped it would. But I did watch the USA version of "Mallrats." I don't even think they tried to find someone who even remotely sounded like Jason Mewes for the edits.

The whole point of this is that I'm at work today. But I'm going to sneak out early and drive to Connecticut to get my drink on for New Year's Eve with some cool fun people. I've only lived in Webster for 2 days and already I'm ready to get the hell out of town. Word traveled fast here in the office. I already had someone call me a "fellow Webster-ite." I need to start drinking in the mornings.

[What's sadder? Having my last post of 2002 be: I need to start drinking in the mornings. or actually making a comment about it?]

Happy New Year!

Joey's first attempt at self-trepanation was a fiasco. He had no previous medical experience, and the needles he had bought for administering a local anaesthetic to the crown of his head proved to be too thin and crumpled up or broke. Next day he obtained some stouter needles, took a tab of LSD to steady his nerves and set to in earnest. First he made an incision to the bone, and then applied the trepan to his bared skull. But the first part of the operation, driving the spike into the bone, was impossible to accomplish. Joey described it as like trying to uncork a bottle from the inside.

Ew. This creeps me out. ew. ew. ew. ew. ew. ew. This really creeps me out. I was watching some show last year, and I actually saw the video of some chick doing this. ew. ew. ew. ew.

Working on the day after Christmas is even better that working on Christmas Eve because I'm not stressed about any of the holiday crap because it's ov-ah. :) Just sitting here having a very pleasant afternoon researching how to connect my Powerbook to my parents' new cable DSL wireless router. I thought maybe I'd just call Netgear and they could hook me up. No way hose-ay. They don't have Mac stuff. Elitist Wintel bastages... Maybe I'll just stay with the dial-up and really long phone cord.

Working on Christmas Eve totally rocks! There is no one here. And I am free to sit in my office and eat christmas cookies and pound beers.

Sadly, there will be no Christmas cards to anyone this year from me. I designed one to send out, but can't get the bastard printer to accept the cards. I'm sure there's a way to get it to work, but I've pounded too many beers today. So in lieu of a really thoughtful card, here's what I did.

Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Merry [insert personal holiday here]!!!!

Welcome to day two of my 4 day weekend. Yesterday, I started the Christmas shopping and did pretty well, everyone's done except for my brother and his wife and my sister. I'll knock them out today and then stick a fork in me, I'm done. Maybe I can start packing this afternoon. [snicker, snicker] Days off should be for doing fun things llike drinking margaritas on the beach or listening to good music on the beach while drinking margaritas. I think I need to go on holiday. Maybe after the New Year, I'll meet a very wealthy young man who wants to take me away for a week of debauchery and wickedness...

Things I should be doing this week.

1. Start packing. I'm moving in less than 2 weeks, and what have I started? NOTHING.

2. Go Christmas shopping. Haven't started that either.

3. Start packing. Yeah, I've already mentioned it, but I have a lot of it to do.

4. Show up at the parents' this weekend for the annual christmas tree decorating party. Tasty food and free alcohol. Good times.

5. Do my christmas cards, but I have a sneaking feeling that this isn't going to get done again this year. (again)

6. Did I mention the packing?

When I'm surfing the web, I usually go to the same places, blogs, message boards, whatever. Sometimes, however, I like to break out of my rut and go to message boards that are so out of my scope of life, that I can't even relate. Today, I've been lurking at some teen mother boards. Yeeeessscccchhh... It's like a soap opera over there. And it's oddly fascinating. But, I'm not going to link to it, because they get reaaaalllly touchy there. I've been following their activities, and whenever another site would say something slightly less than complimentary about them, they will descend on the offending site like sales guys at a open bar. It's impressive, but most of time, the offending site isn't even saying anything that bad. [*coughoverreactingcough*] Like, if I said, being a single teen mom is not the ideal way to have kids, and I linked their site, I'd have 4000 overly emotional teenage girls leaving me comments about how I was "just jealous" and "too ugly to get a man to get me pregnant." I don't think I could handle that kind of abuse during the holidays...

I wish I could say that I was totally hung over from the company holiday party last night. But, nope, can't say it. There were no good stories from last night. I had ONE beer. And it was a light one. No one got naked, no one threw up on the front lawn, nobody got into a fist fight and no one hooked up with anyone. However, there was some speculation about me when I left with our young programmer. I got the raised eyebrows. The backstory is that we live very close to each other and carpooled to the party. Nothing exciting, unfortunately.

Maybe my new slogan should be Mild Green Krisobi Liquid or If You Like A Lot Of Krisobi On Your Biscuit, Join Our Club. The second one seems a tad too suggestive. I'm still working on it.

I'm so tired right now. I should be staying up super late doing shots of Jager, but I think I'm going to be asleep before midnight. Very sad and not rock and roll at all.

Today is my Friday because I took tomorrow off. I love the feeling of not having to go to work, but still paid. Maybe I can turn tomorrow into a Margarita Friday. (not technically a real margarita friday, because I won't be coming work, but close enough for the judges)

Anyone waiting to hear my review of the Honeymoon Suite show last Saturday? ... Anyone? ... *tap*tap* "Is this thing on?"

Well, I'd like to offer a review, but those Canadian rat bastards cancelled their show. This is the second time they've cancelled on me. It's not like they have to drive that far to get to the gig, they're from Niagara Falls, man. They should change their song, "What does it take?" to "What does it take to get them to show up for a show?"

I guess I'll have to wait longer for my canadian pop metal fix. Maybe Helix is playing soon.

Jeez, ask for some wire cutters, tin snips and extention cords and you get all sorts of suspicious looks around the office...

Your online home for Brains and Brain-Related Products I love it. That's all I can say.

And I thought rice krispie treats couldn't get any better...

I feel so totally fabulous right now. Since most of my posts are on the overwhelming negative side, I thought I'd post something when I was feeling great. There's been something totally stressing me out severely for the past 2 weeks, and this morning I found out everything was A-OK. Good times, man, good times. Life is good.

All you Canadian pop metal fans are going to be so jealous of me tonight. I'm going to see Honeymoon Suite at some place in Buffalo.

If you would just be sensible...
You’d find me indispensable.
I pray determined destiny.
That places you with me, whoa whoa whoa whoa

And this is really ironic...
I'm watching One Crazy Summer right now, and the song that is playing over the credits RIGHT NOW THIS MINUTE is "What does it take." Jesus Christ, man, what are the odds?

That walk thing didn't work out. I ended up getting some coffee instead, then decided to go to the East Ave Wegmans and try to pick up some gay guys. I wasn't successful, but I did get some smiling action from a very attractive young man...

I just heard a song on Spinner that made me remember something from last Friday night. There was a very heated arguement between me and a very attractive male friend of mine about who sang the theme song to the Breakfast Club. Everyone knows it's Don't You (Forget about me) by this certain band. He didn't know who the band was, but he was positive that I was totally wrong. And me, in all my drnken self-righteousness thought how dare he doubt me because I was totally right. I was so secure in my knowledge, but I, unfortunately, was thinking of the wrong band. I said Simply Red instead of Simple Minds. [hangs head in shame] So I was totally wrong and felt really stupid for confusing the names. In my defense, this was pretty late in the night and I wasn't exactly sober, but that's really no good defense. I don't even like Simply Red. I'll just have to remember next time I go out not to get into drunken musical arguements. Unless it's about Motley Crue or Def Leppard...

Since my previous attempt this week to try something new didn't work out, I think I might go to this tonight. It's all going to come down to whether or not my hair looks good when I get ready. Curse you limp-hair-making-winter-weather!!!! If the walk sucks or turns out to be a front for some religious cult, I can always leave...

So, hypothetically speaking, if a guy you're seeing doesn't call or email you in over a month, does that mean he's not interested? I can be pretty dense about stuff sometimes, but that's the impression I'm getting. My mom told me that I should try to find an older guy. (late 30s-early 40s) Because they would be more established and ready to settle down and have babies. She has a good point, but if I dated someone that much older, he'd have to be cooler than Dave Grohl. And he better not want me to stop wearing my super hero boots.

Man, I've got the munchies something fierce right now. I've eaten everything in the secret stash drawer. All I have left are some spicy mutard packets and rice cakes. Those will be gone shortly. No breakfast + No lunch = Bad case of the munchies.

I spent a good chunk of this afternoon trying to figure out which days in december to take off. I have to use all my vacation days by the end of the year or they get gone. [poof] There were 5 days that had to be taken. Obviously, I used two for the 30 and 31. [rock on] But the last 3 gave me some trouble. The last thing I want to do is take Christmas week off, that sounds like a little too much of family togetherness time. And I'm putting my foot down this holiday, I refuse to be told what I'm doing or where I'm going. (So I took the passive aggressive route and decide to work everyday except for Christmas.) I decided to take off a couple of fridays and a monday, so after this week is over, I'll have 3-day weekends (and 1 4-day weekend) all through December. Good times. And that gives me days to pack and move and stuff.

It seems like I've been a tad negative lately. So this is going to be my Non-negative post.

Thanksgiving was last week, so here's an incredibly lame stupid cheesy "things I'm thankful for" list. [whoa. waitaminute, that sounds pretty negative. Try again.] So here's my "happy positive really not negative at all" list of things I'm thankful for.

1. TOPS' Chickenfinger Sub. It's warm and has chicken and blue cheese dressing. What more could you ask for?

2. Phoebe. Yep, she's my dog and she rocks more than Pyromania.

3. My boots. I bought these Nine West boots about 6 years ago. And they still look cool.

4. My Parents. They are cool enough to let me move back home for a bit while I get my shit together. They didn't have to do that. And the house has a bar and a theater room.

5. Corona. Yes, I'm thankful for Corona. It's a really good beer. Good times.

6. Friends. I'm thankful that some of my out of state friends will come and visit. More good times. (see Corona)

7. Sears. Sears gave me a credit card so I could buy the new snowtires I needed last year. Now I don't have to get them this year.

That's a start.

Oh no! I missed the E! True Hollywood Story last night. It was only an hour, so it must not have been too good. I totally forgot it was on. Hopefully I'll be able to catch it in reruns. It better not suck.