Just One Thing to Say: Wednesday, Nov 29 2006 

Everything happens for a reason.

The new Blogger is AWESOME! Tuesday, Nov 28 2006 

I love this new form of Blogger! As you can see, I’ve added many tags. I’ve always wanted to tag my stuff. And now I think I have too many! The only thing is that facebook doesn’t seem to be importing as usual. Grah. That’s my absolute favorite thing about facebook right now.

I’ve been working the late shift for over two weeks now, and I have to say that I’m really, really liking it! It’s nice being able to get enough sleep — not necessarily sleeping in, but getting ENOUGH sleep — every night, I get an awesome view of the sunset over the Boston skyline followed by the view of the financial district all lit up, and, best of all, the people who work late are AWESOME!

It was great to hang out with the Brood over Thanksgiving. I really miss my friends, and I love when we get a chance to all hang out together. We did a mini-scavenger hunt — I’ll post pictures soon — and that was a good time, as was having a game night at Alexa’s with her extended family.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the dating exile I placed on myself that I really didn’t mean to do intentionally, but just happened. I ended up liking it so much that I fully embraced it. And it’s been great. Now I know that I definitely won’t date a single guy until I’m completely moved out. (That will likely be at the beginning of January. I have a few apartments I’ve been checking out for then.)

This exile has shown me so many things — and it’s hammering on the head that I always end up “settling,” even when I don’t think I’m settling. I always think that if a guy falls short in one area, it makes up that he fulfills another area. If a guy isn’t interesting or exciting, it’s okay because he has a lot of money. If a guy is very interesting or exciting, I overlook that he’s not that kind.

There’s a big difference between nice and kind, you know that? Anyone can be nice. Being nice only takes a moment. But kindness goes to the next level. It goes beyond what you can do with money, and you have to WANT to do it….

Never take kindness for granted. It’s that rare.

Anyways, I settle, settle, settle. I’m done with that. From now on, I’m not going to become involved with any guy just because he takes an interest in me. I feel like I have to be the instigator. I want to long for a guy before we get together — and not just because he gives me the attention.

In other words, what I’m basically saying is that the bar has been raised.

And it’s quite high.

I’m enjoying this.

An Open Letter to Britney Spears Monday, Nov 27 2006 

To Britney Spears:

Britney, we love you so much. We want nothing more than for you to have that comeback that you deserve. We still hail you as the princess of pop music and the sex symbol we know you still had inside you!

And you gave us hope. When you appeared on David Letterman a few weeks ago, you were not only gorgeous — you were HOT!! And then divorcing Kevin — oh my God, what a JOYOUS day! The blogs were going crazy — even I was going crazy, riling up my coworkers the moment it happened! What an unbelievable moment! We knew it would happen, but we didn’t know it would happen then — oh god, WHAT A DAY!!!

And then you went out to dinner and looked HOT, and went ice skating and looked HOT, and you’re back with your old manager and you’re working with Pharrell on your new album!! Britney, the good times kept coming!!

And then the extensions came back.

And then you started wearing ridiculous clothing again.


Britney, what the fuck?!?! You are spiraling downward so fast, you probably can’t see straight! DO YOU KNOW HOW GOOD YOU HAVE IT?! You have the world rallying behind you! Do you know HOW RARELY THAT HAPPENS?! You can take advantage of that so easily!

All you have to do is KEEP YOUR HAIR SHORT. It looks so nice without those extensions.

Wear some real, decent clothing.

AND GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM PARIS HILTON. The girl is a walking STD! She probably passes on a few crusty little bugs to everyone she touches! Come on, now. Even you have to know that Paris Hilton is a PR nightmare and a universally hated individual (by everyone except the witty if not impartial perezhilton.com). I’m serious. Nobody can stand her.

Britney….PLEASE….I mean what I said earlier — we want nothing more than for you to succeed!! And you’re partying in nightclubs, hair stringy and disgusting, WEARING NO PANTS! Come on, now! And I’m not going to start talking about the crotch shots….

Listen, if anyone on Britney’s team wants to hire me to do her PR, I guarantee you I would turn her around. Drop me a line. I mean it. This is what I can DO.

For starters:

–Release JJ’s baby pictures soon. People Magazine has been kind to you, and they’re unlikely to turn on you, even if you go to another magazine. Vanity Fair has been done (hello, Suri) and Vogue reportedly said no. Go for Rolling Stone. You’ve had a lot of moments with them. And do it for free, so K-Fed can’t profit.

–Get away from Paris. Stay out of Hollywood. Buy that home in Miami you were reportedly thinking about paying $30 million for, and make that your home base. And while you’re there, work your ass off on that album. Don’t write anything yourself — you know how embarrassing your self-written songs are — and let Pharrell take the album in whatever direction he wants. Try to get a duet with his buddy Snoop Dogg.

–Get a Miami-based stylist — one nearly unheard of in Los Angeles. Follow what she says RELIGIOUSLY. Become the poster girl for a line that epitomizes the culture in Miami — something hot and exotic, not as outlandish as Roberto Cavalli but not as demure as Chanel. Or maybe you could take a longtime brand and reinvigorate it — maybe Yves Saint Laurent?

–Stay single. And that doesn’t mean sleep around. Take a break from ALL men. Be mysterious. It’s better that way.

Britney, please. We believe in you. You can do this.

And if you don’t, your career’s over.


Kate and The Rest of Your Fans

Bobby Brown and Mike Tyson Do the Monster Mash Sunday, Nov 26 2006 

This video is sublime.

I have shown this to so many people already — it’s one of the greatest things I’ve seen in my life.

Danny Tanner Was Not Gay Sunday, Nov 26 2006 

I can post Youtubes now! Here’s an excellent video to start them off. Fuck me, I love some Saget.

An Open Letter to Oldies 103.3 Friday, Nov 24 2006 

To the former holder of position #1 on my car’s radio:

What can I say? I’ve loved your radio station for years. The greatest hits of the sixties and seventies have always put me in a good mood, whether I’m coasting down the highway with my friends and singing to disco on Saturday nights or sitting stuck in traffic, grooving in my seat to a little Motown. Nothing overjoyed me more when I was driving back from my overnight at Fairfield and it turned out to be 70s Soul Weekend, all weekend.

Granted, you’ve had your missteps. I’m not a fan of the morning show, and there’s a particularly large amount of commercials. But I forgive you. I even forgive you of your most egregious offense: playing “I’ve Had the Time of My Life,” a song from 1987.

However, you’ve crossed the line.

Why have you replaced your usual programming with entirely Christmas music, 24 hours a day? Even before Thanksgiving?! Some Christmas music can be nice — I’ve always loved Donny Hathaway’s “This Christmas” — but when you’re drawing from such a narrow genre for such an intense period of time, it’s more than oversaturation. I can’t stand it. And I don’t know how your DJs stand it.

In the meantime, I’ve replaced the #1 position on my car radio with Mike 93.7. And you know what? I kind of like it. They play everything. And they have no DJs.

I really hope that I don’t get to liking this station TOO much, though, because I’m planning on switching back to you after New Year’s. And when that happens, you’re on probation. You’re on very thin ice, Oldies 103.3. Don’t disappoint me.



Hottness Tuesday, Nov 21 2006 

I’ve heard of Jason Behr a few times — mostly in passing, since I never watched Roswell or anything. He just got married to his costar in The Grudge. This picture was posted on people.com:

Jesus Christ, this guy is FUCKING GORGEOUS! How could I never have noticed before?!


When Cornered by the Homeless…. Tuesday, Nov 21 2006 

You know, I even surprised myself at the crazy biography I created for myself as I was chatted with by a guy who was possibly homeless on the Scary Shuttle between Wellington and Oak Grove.

I ended up telling him my name was Linda and I was of Tajikistani descent.

I didn’t plan that.

He just kept asking if I were European, or Spanish, and I just said “No,” and I felt bad ignoring him since he seemed to be genuinely nice, albeit slightly scary. So what else could I pass for? I figured I’d just let him assume that Tajikistanis look vaguely European, rather than more Asian. He seemed to think it was in the Middle East, so that worked.

It’s so weird — I’m always on my guard, and I’m never sure whether I should speak to anyone at all. I’d be find just hiding behind my book and not saying anything, or staring straight ahead. But I don’t want to be excessively cautious, and being a bitch for no reason at all. But the second you let your guard down, that’s when you get raped!


In work news, I’m working on Christmas from 1:30-10 — I volunteered — and will be earning some excellent holiday pay. It’s a win/win situation. I also met a whole new group of people who work the same late shift as me and take dinner at the same time, so it’s a great new group of friends.

In life news, I visited a few apartments on Saturday. They were both in Somerville — one in Porter Square, one a short walk from Davis Square. One was okay, and other I absolutely LOVED. I hope it ends up working out. I’ll be meeting with the rest of the roommates next week.

Soundtrack to My Life Thursday, Nov 16 2006 

This is so funny. I wasn’t going to post it, but some of my options were so perfect, I had to share it!

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that’s playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button

Opening Credits: The Presidents of the United States of America “Peaches”

Waking Up: Journey “Faithfully”

First Day At School: Justin Timberlake “SexyBack” (YES!!!!!! THAT’S PERFECT!!!!!)

Falling In Love: Christina Aguilera “The Right Man”

Fight Song: The Clash “Rock the Casbah” (That would be so fun for an amusing fight scene!)

Breaking Up: New Radicals “Technicolor Lover”

Prom: Toto “Africa”

Life’s OK: John Legend “She Don’t Have to Know”

Mental Breakdown: Fergie “Fergalicious” (HAHAHAHA!!! Could you imagine that?)

Driving: The Killers “When You Were Young”

Flashback: The Killers “For Reasons Unknown”

Getting Back Together: ELO “Blinded By the Light”

Wedding: Remy Zero “Fair”

Birth of Child: Smashing Pumpkins “French Movie Theme” (If you’ve ever heard it, it kind of sounds like you’re hearing it from inside the womb….if that makes sense….like your mother put headphones on her belly with a French language lesson playing)

Final Battle: Stevie Wonder “Superstition”

Death Scene: Rolling Stones “Start Me Up” (How ironic.)

Funeral Song: Smashing Pumpkins “Pug” (A VERY sexy song — you should hear it.)

End Credits: Sean Paul “Temperature”

Ugh, Here Comes Christmas Thursday, Nov 16 2006 

Yesterday, I was driving to Wellington and absentmindedly changing the stations on the radio. When I was on Oldies 103, I heard some nice r&b instrumental music, and that’s what I like, so I started listening to that. And then it segued into a voice singing, “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire….”

Hell, no!

It’s no secret that I’m not a big fan of Christmas. There are plenty of reasons for that, including the stress it causes, the money-draining it does, and all the annoying things it causes, like being unable to get a parking spot at the mall, GODAWFUL CHRISTMAS MUSIC playing ALL THE FREAKING TIME, and kids getting selfish and spoiled.

It’s also because every year, my mom has had a freak-out on Christmas, going into some kind of screaming/crying hysterics that vary each year. She’s doing better now, though. Last year wasn’t that bad, and now that she has Mark, I think things will be going better. But it’s been so bad, and it makes me dread Christmas every year. I can’t even relax, knowing that something bad is going to happen. My mom always used to have the freak-outs on her birthday, Mother’s Day, her mother’s birthday, her mother’s death day, all that stuff.

And I love my glee club, and I always will, but having to spend months each year preparing Christmas repertoire was excruciating. I hate Christmas music. It’s awful. One year when I worked at CVS, I counted exactly six different jazzed-up variations of “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town.” I hate Santa songs the most — why do adults sing them? (Of course, that makes me a bit of a hypocrite, seeing that I performed “Santa, Baby” in the glee club’s Christmas Pops concert last year.)

I’ll listen to Baroque Christmas music only. Nothing else.

And I really love giving gifts, and picking out the gifts that would be perfect for my friends and family, but it’s just too stressful to have to do it all at once, plus the wrapping and wondering whether the other person got you a gift of the same caliber. I think the stress cancels out the fun of giving. As for receiving gifts, I honestly couldn’t care less. It’s nice, of course, but it’s not like I look forward to it like I did when I was little….

Plus, since I was around 11 and did my first mall trip WITHOUT PARENTS with Amanda (that was such a great day, I remember it so well!), I have loved the mall. Whether I actually buy stuff, I love being at the mall and especially bookstores, spending hours trying on clothes or reading books or just exploring and seeing what’s on sale. And now it’s going to be about two months before it’ll be normal again. (My new schedule may help, but who knows?)

Honestly, I just want to get through this holiday….I’m thinking of working on Christmas. It’s TRIPLE PAY. Which comes out to an extremely nice rate per hour. I may get it, I may not. Hopefully I will.

Are there any thoughts? I can’t be the only one who feels this way.

Explicit Music Monday, Nov 13 2006 

Okay. I did my first late shift. And it was actually really fun! I think I’m going to like it. There’s a great group on Sunday nights.

I’ve been wondering about music with explicit lyrics. Just what is it that makes music explicit? I know that it’s easy to see why hip-hop gets that label, but that’s because it’s filled with profanity. What about the music in between? Just what is it that tips it over the edge?

Here are a few examples.

–Justin Timberlake’s Future Sex/Love Sounds. It has explicit lyrics. I have that album, and I can tell you that he drops the f-word twice in the entire album, and that’s IT (except for maybe the rap on My Love — but I’m not sure of the lyrics). That’s IT.
–Gwen Stefani’s Love.Angel.Music.Baby. It does NOT have explicit lyrics. Yet Hollaback Girl has a chorus of “Ooh, this my shit, this my shit.” It gets bleeped out on the radio — why doesn’t the album get an explicit rating?
–Fergie’s The Dutchess. Not a traditional album by any stretch, but very similar to Gwen’s first album, in that it has a song with a chorus of “Oh shit!” Now, that gets an explicit rating, and it seems appropriate.

I guess what it all comes down to is what the artist wants to convey. Justin wants to be badass, Gwen wants to appeal to pre-teens, and Fergie’s the only one who has the right rating for her album.


In other explicit music-related news, I absolutely LOVE Jay-Z’s new song, Show Me What You Got. I never thought he’d be one of those rappers who retires and comes back and retires and comes back….I’m glad he’s back, because I love his music, but I hate when people do that!!

24 Things to Do Around the World Sunday, Nov 12 2006 

This list was taken from First-Time Around the World. I’ve done some of them already. Here is the list, along with the example given, what I’ve done, and what I want to do:

1) Find your own private, desolate beach. Example: Tasman National Park, Australia.

Have I done it? Not private and deserted, I haven’t.

Where would I do it? Thailand, unquestionably. Or maybe Australia, or even Vietnam. Or the Seychelles or the coast of Uruguary….

2) Pick up some local trends. Example: Henna in Jaipur, India.

Have I done it? Nothing that outlandish.

Where would I do it? I’d get henna, or maybe even a tattoo somewhere, something from a culture that I really identified with, if it turned out to be permanent.

3) Take a cooker course. Example: Chiang Mai, Thailand.

Have I done it? No.

Where would I do it? Chiang Mai. They’re the best for cooking courses, and Thailand has the best cuisine that I don’t know how to cook! Or maybe India.

4) Lose your guidebook and wander the backstreets of a city. Example: Dublin, Ireland.

Have I done it? Yes. For a bit in Venice when Sars got mad and started walking away from me and James, to an area in Cannaregio where there were absolutely NO tourists. I also walked around Kensington in London for a bit this summer….did a little walking around in Florence all the times I’ve been there….

Where would I do it? I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing it anywhere that I felt unsafe, so I would probably be most likely to do it in the safest countries: New Zealand and anywhere in Scandinavia.

5) Meet locals who share your interests. Example: Beach volleyball in the USA.

Have I done it? Perhaps….the first time I was in Rome, I hung out on the Spanish Steps at night and sang with some guys who were all playing guitar — songs like Wonderwall, Hey Jude, Hotel California, stuff like that.

Where would I do it? I’d like to join some kind of volunteer group somewhere, or maybe work on a kibbutz in Israel. But mostly, I’d like to start playing piano somewhere, anywhere, and have everyone sing their favorite songs and I’d do requests and we’d play and sing EVERYTHING….God, it’s been forever since I’ve done that. Besides the party and playing and singing with Mark’s choir friends….I miss it.

6) Climb a mountain. Example: Mount Kilimanjaro, Tanzania.

Have I done it? No way.

Where would I do it? I’d love to climb Kili, but I know I’m not nearly physically fit enough to do it. I’d eventually like to do Everst base camp and trek Annapurna as well.

7) Raft the rapids. Example: Haruru Falls, New Zealand.

Have I done it? No, not yet.

Where would I do it? New Zealand, most definitely! And maybe the Zambezi in Zimbabwe, but those are pretty much the badassest rapids in the world, so it might be a bit much for me. Especially since the river is infested with crocodiles.

8) Check out a sporting event. Example: Soccer in Greece.

Have I done it? Somewhat. While I wasn’t at the game physically, watching the World Cup in Florence on huge screens with thousands of Florentines was exhilarating.

Where would I do it? I’d watch soccer anywhere in the world, especially in Europe. Maybe rugby somewhere. I don’t think I’d be able to take the slowness of cricket in the U.K.

9) Try the street food. Example: Scorpions in Thailand.

Have I done it? Nothing that outlandish! Mostly crepes in France.

Where would I do it? I’d go to the street markets in Malaysia and Singapore. Bring on the blood soup, ox eyeballs, live octopus….seriously! I’d try it. Anything but cow lips in Madagascar.

10) Go on a safari. Example: Matusadona National Park, Zimbabwe.

Have I done it? No.

Where would I do it? Masai Mara in Kenya. It’s cheapest to go there. But I wouldn’t rule out the Serengeti in Tanzania, Chobe National Park in Botswana, or the gorilla jungles in Rwanda and Uganda if I had unlimited funds.

11) Try out a new sport. Example: Mountainboarding in the USA.

Have I done it? YES!! Paragliding and canyon jumping in Interlaken, Switzerland!

Where would I do it? I would go whitewater rafting or skydiving anywhere. I’d love to go across a canyon in a zip line. Duneboarding in Swakopmund, Namibia, most definitely! And I loved Interlaken so much, I definitely want to return and go canyoning. (It’s different from canyon jumping.)

12) Head underwater by scuba diving or snorkeling. Example: Fiji.

Have I done it? No.

Where would I do it? I wouldn’t go scuba diving, ever. I know of a few people who have died from scuba-related accidents, and I wouldn’t want to risk it. Besides, I wouldn’t want to go night diving. Darkness and water would be the worst. But I’d love to snorkel somewhere tropical, even though I’d be swimming amongst fish. I’m normally afraid of the fish in lakes, but maybe tropical fish would be different.

13) Wake up early to visit sights before the crowds come. Example: Piazza San Marco, Venice, Italy.

Have I done it? Oh, yes! Castle Hill in Budapest! We were there by 7:30 AM and we were the first ones there! We outdid Frommer that day….

Where would I do it? The Taj Mahal or anywhere else strikingly beautiful and/or crowded, especially if it were full of ignorant American tourists.

14) Take a bath at a traditional hammam. Example: Istanbul, Turkey.

Have I done it? No.

Where would I do it? Turkey, of course! I’d love to go to Istanbul.

15) Go underground and explore the subterranean world. Example: Skocjan caves, Slovenia.

Have I done it? No.

Where would I do it? Anywhere! I have always wanted to go to Slovenia….I wanted to go into the Blue Grotto in Capri, but the waves were too high all weekend.

16) Spend the night somewhere unusual. Example: Ice Hotel, Sweden.

Have I done it? Does the airport count? Because I’ve slept on a bench in London Heathrow Airport and it was kind of fun!

Where would I do it? I’d love to stay in a Sassi in southern Italy, a home carved out of stone in the cliffs. And the ice hotel would be cool, but I’d probably go to the one in Quebec City instead.

17) Spend a few days in the jungle. Example: Coba, Mexico.

Have I done it? No.

Where would I do it? ANYWHERE. Probably Latin America.

18) Put your locks in the hands of a local barber. Example: China.

Have I done it? Yes — I got my hair cut in Florence during spring break. It was the best haircut I’ve ever had — and she didn’t use a single styling product on it.

Where would I do it? Maybe India. The women there have long hair, so people probably don’t cut it too short. Not Asia or Africa, because people wouldn’t be used to hair like mine.

19) Learn a language. Example: Spanish classes in Latin America.

Have I done it? Yes. Italian in Florence, French in Rouen, and I’ve tried to speak at least a few words of the local language wherever I’ve been, including German, Hungarian, Czech and Flemish!

Where would I do it? I’d love to improve my Spanish, learn Romanian and Portuguese (so I’ll have all the Romance languages) and learn at least one Asian language — so there are plenty of options. Indonesian is pretty easy to learn, too.

20) Bargain at the market. Example: Damascus, Syria.

Have I done it? Yes, in Florence, Budapest, Lucca and possibly other places. Not too hardcore, though.

Where would I do it? I’d have to do it in most places.

21) Ride a bicycle. Example: Amsterdam, Netherlands.

Have I done it? I haven’t ridden a bike in years! Sars and I were going to rent them in Bruges and bike to the North Sea, but that didn’t work out.

Where would I do it? The Netherlands, Austria, and anywhere that has them for rent.

22) Sample the local firewater. Example: Oktoberfest, Munich, Germany.

Have I done it? OH, yes. Jenever in Bruges!!! That is the classic example. It tastes like apple juice, but don’t let that fool you!! I’ve also sampled plenty of red wine in Italy, Pilsner Urquell beer in Czech Republic, and I’ve had absinthe in Rome.

Where would I do it? I would be extremely careful about it, since I’d be going alone, but I’d always be up for sampling the local beer or wine. I might draw the line at fermented cow’s milk in Mongolia.

23) Take a literary journey with your favorite book. Example: Charles Dickens in London, England.

Have I done it? I haven’t been specific to a book anywhere, though I’ve been many places where books took place.

Where would I do it? Pamplona and San Sebastian, Spain. The Sun Also Rises is my favorite book. And maybe Catania for 100 Strokes of the Brush Before Bed. That is one sexy book.

24) Participate in a festival. Example: La Tomatina, Bunol, Spain.

Have I done it? Not exactly….or at all.

Where would I do it? I think La Tomatina sounds awesome!! A day of throwing tomatoes at random people in the streets?! I’d love to do that! And also the Full Moon Party on Koh Pha Ngan in Thailand.

On Being Content Sunday, Nov 12 2006 

I think it’s safe to say now that things are going even BETTER at work! It’s just really great on so many levels….

I’ve been thinking more about the hours. I was really skeptical about working so late, especially the whole walking-alone-at-night part, but I’m feeling much better about it. I had a thought. Everything happens for a reason, some for more obvious reasons than others. I think that this schedule is a gift — now I’m going to be able to write! I’ve been feeling the inspiration in me lately, and I have a lengthy project that I’d like to start working on. By not working until 2:00, I can easily write an hour in the morning, every morning. I could work out, too, or write even longer.

I don’t think I want to say much about what I’ll be writing….it IS a memoir, and a lot of the inspiration comes from what I’ve been reading lately (which is pretty much all memoirs. I’ve been reading tons.). I will say that most if not all names and possibly some identifying details will be changed.

Lisa was telling me last night that she’s taking a class on memoirs at UNH, and she finds that it’s disappointing if there isn’t a kind of transformation in it. I’ll have to figure out how to put that in. I trust Lisa’s opinion, not just because she’s so smart and a graduate student in composition, but also because we love a lot of the same books.

I’ll have to come up with an angle. That’s a tough part, too. My problem is that I don’t think I’m a very likable person, so I’ll have to work extremely hard to get that to show in the writing. I can’t make myself seem like too much of a victim, either. But at least I know how to be honest, even when it’s painful and/or embarrassing.

I went out to dinner in the North End (at Caffe Pompeii, where we went after our senior prom!) with Lisa and a few of her friends from Holy Cross, including Emily, whom I had spent time with before, and Carissa, who applied for a job at my workplace a while back. It was a lot of fun, and I’m glad that I know more people around Boston.

After that, we walked around and the other girls left, so Lisa and I went to Hong Kong (of COURSE!). Karaoke was particularly awesome — they were singing all the good songs like Don’t Stop Believing, Hey Jude, Sweet Caroline, Walk This Way, and all that good stuff. It also SO wasn’t the opposite of a sausage fest!! The odds were very much in our favor. We met some funny guys, and then a very drunk guy who came over to ask me to marry him, and a guy who looked like Lisa’s dad but definitely didn’t act like him!

Later on we went upstairs to dance and after a while, we saw some people we knew from Reading High! They were from the class lower than us. We saw “Nick not Vissochi” from Drama Club, and it took us a few minutes to remember that his last name was Carlson, and a bunch of other people. It wasn’t like the usual awkward run-in on Election Day or whatnot.

Oh, about the election — I voted, and EVERYONE I voted for was elected. I am THRILLED that the Democrats took over BOTH the House and the Senate — I was expecting them to get the House, but thought they’d just miss the Senate — and that Rumsfeld’s out. He should have been out years ago. I love that Bush totally should have kicked him out BEFORE the election if he wanted voters to take him seriously! Really, Wednesday was the best day ever, between the election aftermath and BRITNEY LEAVING K-FED!!

Also….I am so content right now. I’m always striving for something in life, but now — I think because things are so great at work — I’m just happy. I’m smiling. I’m loving being single and not having to worry about a guy. I get so excited when planning my trip around the world, and I’m fine that it won’t be for a few years….at least right now!!

In short, life is good — really good — and I’m just….CONTENT! I’m not often like that. I’m always at one emotional extreme. But it’s all really good right now.

Why I Love Going to the Movies Alone Tuesday, Nov 7 2006 

I love to go to the movies alone. And people always give me crap about it. But if people saw what I saw in it, they would probably be a more common presence at films! I’ve been trying to convert Lisa. Here are my reasons:

1) You don’t have to compromise with your friend or the group about which movie to see.

2) You can spontaneously pick up and go see a movie whenever the mood strikes.

3) If your first-choice film is sold out until late, you can do a double feature. (I did that this weekend with Borat and The Queen!)

4) You aren’t talking to the person next to you, anyway, and if you are, you’re probably annoying people around you.

5) I think romantic movies are better viewed alone.

6) It’s easier to find a seat when you go to see Brokeback Mountain at Hollywood Hits at 2:00 on a Monday afternoon and inadvertantly find yourself in the middle of Senior Citizen Movie Afternoon and there are only three empty seats and you find yourself yelling at an old man for giving one of the seats to his jacket….true story.

7) If it’s a funny and/or interactive film (most recently, like Borat, Jackass or Snakes on a Plane), there’s nothing like seeing everyone around you react. If you’re with someone, you miss out on that a little bit because you’re only focused on them.

8) If someone decided to bring their crying baby to a 10:00 PM showing of Step Up, you can yell a profanity-laced phrase without embarrassing your friends.

9) You won’t be embarrassed yourself when the sure-to-be-Oscar-nominated movie you dragged your current boyfriend to is filled with the sounds of his snoring.

10) This is one of the most significant things you can do for yourself in terms of independence. No matter how times change, going to the movies alone makes you a target. People look at you in pity. And you do need to have thick skin. You need to be free to laugh out loud by yourself, cry hard by yourself, be unafraid of your emotions. Because if you’re comfortable with yourself at its most emotional, vulnerable time — crying OR laughter — everyone else will see just how comfortable you are. And then, perhaps, the stigma against people who go to the movies alone will be on its way out.

News Tuesday, Nov 7 2006 

I have new hours at work.

2:00-10:30 PM.

Thursdays and Saturdays off.

It’s going to be an adventure.

Just think what I can do with all that morning time! I can write, work out, go shopping in peace….

And yeah, I’m a little wary about it. I just have to make sure that I don’t start sleeping until noon or any later than 10.

This also means GOODBYE to the commuter rail!!!!! 😀

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