My own best friend

Except on MySpace, where I found out today that you cannot add yourself as a friend.  Lame.

Nobody loves me like me.   Nobody knows when to give me my space when I need it like I do.  No one else views me as the center of their universe the way that I do.

Okay, the novelty of this entry has worn off, and now I realize that it’s just ridiculous.

Seriously, though . . . I’m very excited to be going on vacation.   I’m outta here, posers . . .

Hopefully I’ll have good stories to tell when I get back.  Something to amuse you all.

What am I thinking?

There is absolutely no reason why I should be awake right now. Yet here I am. Wasting precious sleep time on the internet. Stupid internet.

The truth is, I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. So the longer I stay up, then the more it’s going to feel like I don’t have to go, but there’s no way I’m getting out of it. I’m going to be miserable tomorrow. I know it already. I just hope my boss doesn’t catch me nodding off at my desk. I must not hit my head on my computer screen when my head slumps forward. That would be a dead give away.

I should have gone to bed early like a good girl. I should have done a lot of things differently today. I certainly didn’t need the big brownie. Could have stopped at a dozen crawfish, instead of two. There were at least two unnecessary phone calls. I wasted some gas, too. Geesh, I’m terrible. Zero impulse control. Terrible.

Shoot the DJ

Okay, why are the people next door having a rave in their apartment on a Sunday night? First I come home, and there’s no parking on the street, so I park in the driveway, but since my roommates aren’t home yet, there’s a real chance that I’ll get blocked in, which sucks. Then I come up to my room, and all I want to do is check my email, and go to bed, but that’s when I hear the really freaking loud techno music coming from the wall I share with the neighbor! Awesome. It’s a freaking Sunday!!! I could deal if it was a Saturday, and I didn’t have to work tomorrow, but what the hell? It stopped for a minute. I thought they were finally done. Now they’re at it again. Who are these freaks?

My weekend at Disneyland

Okay, further evidence that I am a huge nerd. I just spent 4 days in Disneyland, and loved it. I felt like a little kid, and I was very giddy. They have this awesome new fireworks display for the 50th anniversary. It’s amazing. I got to do some really cool stuff that I’ve never done before, and chances are, I’ll never get to do again. We had dinner at Club 33. If you don’t know, it’s the members only restaurant in New Orleans square. It’s super shwank. We also got to see Fantasmic from a reserved balcony. It was a super good time. We went on all the rides multiple times. I totally lost count of the number of times we went on Pirates of the Caribean. Good times!

I hate drama!

Do you ever get so mad that you just want to bite something? I know that doesn’t make any sense, but I’m just frustrated, want to scream, want to throw food, want to kick and scratch and bite, want to hop up and down, shake my fists, and just throw a fit.

In the end, what I’ll probably end up doing is crying, which just bites.

On a more positive note, it’s going to be a fun weekend. More Aggrolites. Some Los Hooligans. Some Monkey. Friends. Yay!

And when I’m dancing, none of this will matter.

At least it’s Friday

I am at work, and I am incredibly bored. I finished all the work I have to do for the rest of this week, but I still have to be here, and I still have to look busy. So I’m sitting here, typing all of this blog entry into a word document, so as to avoid detection. You see, even though I hustled, and completed all of my assignments ahead of schedule, my company doesn’t really believe in rewarding that. So, if you finish early, you’re not allowed to sit at your desk, and quietly surf the internet, like you might be able to do at other places, like I have been able to do at other companies. Don’t get me wrong. There are perks to working here. We have a total pub culture going here. Half of our clients are beers, like Newcastle, Corona, and Guinness. We have a frig full of beer, and come 3:30, I’ll be having one, but in the meantime . . .

So, if you know me, you already know that I am prone to do the dialing under the influence. (If you didn’t know that, you do now.) Usually I am more than willing to be on the receiving end, as well. Fair is fair. Chances are, if I have your phone number, then you’ll get a call from me at some point, so I don’t feel justified complaining if you return the favor. However, I’m not too happy about the three phone calls I’ve gotten this morning. It’s one thing to call at 1 on Friday night/Saturday morning, but to call me at 6 in the morning on Friday, when I still have one more day of work before my weekend starts, and then to keep calling back and laughing in my face, because I have to work, and you’re in Vegas and have been up playing poker all night, well that’s a completely different story. There’s nothing cute about it. So, drunk dialer, you know who you are, and you can go to Hades.

How many more hours until the weekend starts? Too many. Way too many. I could easily see myself drinking entirely too much coffee today, purely out of boredom. Oh, and I’m going out tonight, but not until later, so I’ll probably be chilling around SF, waiting for my friends to get here, with nothing to do, and tired, tired, tired.

Waaa. I need to stop being so whiney.