Lazy Sunday

Sunday's are terribly dull. Today I got a new bra- yay!, a new dress and a new striped top. In case you were wondering Amber forbade me from buying any more striped tops under the guise that I had plenty. However, this one is totally different- it's blue and gray. And fabulous. I love striped tops. Simply great. If I was ever on "What Not To Wear" I would fight for my striped tops. Not even Tim Gun could make me give them up.

But in other exciting news, I've decided that I like my left eyebrow far better than my right. These are the exciting thoughts I muse on my own. Jealous? How are your eyebrows looking today? Probably not as good as my left one does.

My Weekend In Points

1. Never watch 7+ hours of "Law and Order" (mix of special victims and criminal intent) on a Saturday while doped up on cold medicine. You will automatically assume someone is dead and brutally murdered. And then you will have to answer why you were texting them and did you kill them. I don't have an alibi! Well, I would if my cats could talk... but I haven't been outside all day, haven't seen anyone all day... this is not good. I'm too fragile for prison.

2. I feel gross. I think I have just an old fashioned cold, and it sucks. I haven't felt like a real person since last Wednesday. Migraine knocked out Thursday and this grossness and killed all the other days. I keep getting up and forgetting why I got up. I apologize for any "choppyness" this post may have. I'm not editing for clarity later- sorry.

3. My cats have a bad case of the fleas. It's just not cool. Mom and I wrangled them down and gave them a bath. As in I dunked my cats into the sink full of soapy water meant to kill fleas. They did not like this. Igby REALLY didn't like it. Poor Zeda has more hair than body and looked like a disgruntled sugar glider. I have pics on my phone-- can't make my mind work enough to get them here. Needless to say, I was soaked at the end.

4. I can't smell anything and it's freaking me out.

Oh No She Didn't

Let this be a lesson learned: you don't accuse Kali of things and get away with it. I know what slander is and I know that it's illegal. I also know that when you mention the word lawyers, people take you seriously. And you generally win the argument.

Either way, don't slander me and expect nothing to be done. That's just unAmerican. And I am very American.

The CPA has a loud voice...

And he keeps talking. And he is livid that the Bailout Plan was passed-- and our person in Texas changed his view from teh previous plan and voted for it. Ludicrous. Especially if you ask him. Do not worry, he has called our representative IN WASHINGTON (his emphasis, not mine) and told him that he lost his vote. That's for sure. This bill had more pork in it than the last one did and was more ridiculous than the other as well. There better be a Libertarian canadite on the bill next time, because he is not voting for him EVER again. And the thought of voting Democrat makes him want to hurl apparently. They would just get us in a bigger mess than we already are in, in case you were unaware.

Know what he's going to do? Call up (I'm not sure if this is literal or not but something tells me it is) some Libertarian who is connected to so and so and get them on the next ballot. Oh and he just found this one Republican that isn't a "true" 'Pub and likes to play footsies with the Dems. He's going to call him too.

This is an almost verbatum conversation that I heard THREE times today. Three. That's a lot.

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;

I realize that Josh Groban isn't the putz I once thought he was. I once loved his duet with Charlotte Church and thus had his CD on my ipod. I soon came to hate him when everyone I traveled with in Greece began to love him and listen only to him.... on MY IPOD!

Do you know how long it took me to get "You Raise Me Up" off of my top played list? Months of dedication to the song right below: Swing Life Away, Rise Against. What if someone important was to see that? What if I met George Clooney and all was going GREAT, we're in his car listening to my Ipod and George comes upon that? What would George think? (By-the-by this should be our new motto in life: What would George think- it will get us far) George would not make me his next famous girlfriend that's for sure.

So my Ipod was tainted and I hated Josh for it. Then all of a sudden Sarah Silverman made the funniest short ever in regards to her infidelity in her long-term relationship with Jimmy Kimmel. And my most hated Josh made an appearance when Jimmy Kimmel issued a response to her infidility with his own star-studded admission. While she was off with Matt Damon- Jimmy was off with Ben Affleck. Enjoy Josh at minute 4:45 (and yes that is Brad Pitt as the FedEx man earlier).


So I found him redeeming since he apparently had a sense of humor and was in something that might scandalize the people from Greece who made him defile my playlist. Up 3 notches.

But then tonight, something else happened. He sang at the Emmy's. Wasn't thrilled with the promo's "stay tuned for Josh Groban" as they translated into a yawn. However he showed up with his A game and sang a medley of TV show theme songs. Apparently he is a voice chameleon and does a better Cartman than Cartman does (1:40 ish point). And for the first time ever- I think I enjoyed the theme song to Cops.


Up 5 points.
Beware Josh- one more time on Oprah and I'm knocking you back down at least 7 points.

Glutton for Punishment, Part I

Turns out, I have decided to go back to school. That's right, I shall have another degree. A larger and fancier one that will make everyone stand in awe and hear Angels singing.

A Masters. Maybe of Journalism with a Concentration in Public Relations and Integrated Communications. And I like the sound of minoring in Rhetoric (it's a seriously fun word to say).

Told you it was fancy.
(Can you hear them yet? I can; they are all female and begining to warm up on those annoying Do-Re-Mi scales)

So it's official. Well, I applied today. So that's official. And I bought a study book on the GRE (that stands for Graduate Record Examination- I've learned so much already). This is serious stuff and I am financially invested. $80 in. Can't back out now.

Dear Upstair Neighbors,

Hi, I know we haven't talked yet, but I've lived under your for about 2 months now. Normally everything is fine and I only occasionally here you walking about for your nightly trips to the restroom. We all have to pee- I get it.

However, recently you have been, I can only imagine, practicing your sumo wrestling moves. The loud thumps that resonate from my ceiling tend to make my walls rattle. My cats are afraid.

Is that a bass note I hear as well? Turn the treble up and save your ears! Seriously people, I know that at times loud parties find there way to the streets. Maybe you decided to bring it to your apartment. Since I did not receive an invite I would assume this is for morbidly obese people only.

It's midnight. I'm giving you until 12:30 to change your wrestling ways or... well, I'm not sure yet. But I'm going to hate you more and more for sure. Please feel free to go on your balcony- it's nice outside tonight! Granted my vindictive side might come out and I'll call a noise complaint to the local police (the feds are busy).

Thanks and have a good night!