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:: I have laundry to do and I'm out of quarters and it's 103 degrees outside so I'm just not leaving again. I simply can't do it.

:: I have a ton of reading to do but I got sucked into the second season of The West Wing -- reading my Planets book and working with NASA last week made me want to watch Galileo and then I couldn't stop. I have 4 movies here but I can't turn off TWW.

:: The movies, btw, are Donnie Darko, Cinemania, Cinderella Man, and Sky Captain & the World of Tomorrow. Suggestions will be given consideration, but since I only slept 6 hours last night I doubt I will stay up that long.

:: I've had a migraine most of the day but it seems to be getting better now, after 2 Axerts, 4 Exedrin, and lying in the dark with an ice-gel mask for an hour.

:: I had to get a new nose ring in Sacramento (the rhinestone fell out of my old one) and the parlor only had 18-gauge and I was pierced with a 20-gauge, so it feels like I just got it done all over again.

:: I was planning on making cookies tonight (oatmeal-cranberry-pistachio) but I only have one stick of butter so I guess I'll have to get some tomorrow when I go out for quarters.

:: Or maybe I can make a half batch.

:: I'm still in love with Danny Concannon. And Margaret.

Game on!

So, I got my grades back from Summer I: A in Psych, B in Stats. Of course I'da been happier with 2 A's but I'll live. Nutrition started this week. So far it has not swayed my eating habits one iota. :)

I got some FANTASTIC news today. TWU has opened their accelerated BSN program at the Dallas campus. It is the same 15-month program as I intend to apply to at TCU, only about 45 minutes closer to my apartment and about $15,000 cheaper. I am SO excited! I'm going to try to meet with them next week and see if I'm doing all the things I need to be doing to get in there. I think I might need another class (Chemistry). I will probably still apply to both but I would love TWU to work out.

Today's salad is portobello mushroom, lemon, pecans, and couscous. I want to take The Capitol Garage home with me.

People are weird.

So, I found this awesome place practically right outside the dock door called the Capitol Garage. It's like my dream come true - a coffee shop with salads and sandwiches and other goodies, all outside the box (you know how much I hate it when someone boxes up some iceberg lettuce and a cherry tomato and calls it a salad) PLUS a full bar. They also have my favorite potato chips of all time - Dirty's, in all my favorite flavors of salty goodness, including roasted garlic and herb, jalapeno heat, and cracked pepper & sea salt. Yum! Anyway, today I went over there and got this premade salad for lunch - it's spinach, black beans, tomatoes, red onions, cilantro, and chicken, with some lime wegdes and some sort of awesome spicy hot ranch dressing. I come back and commence to shaking it up because it was in all these pretty layers, but you know, I wanted it all mixed up with the dressing and everything, and proceeded to rain a light layer of black beans all over the black carpet by my desk. And my khaki shorts. Awesome.

So I pick up all the beans, (sighing and rolling my eyes like a petulant teenager) and proceed to sit down and eat my salad, and look up the nearest Bank of American ATM. I'm just sitting here, calmly, eating my salad, looking at my computer screen, and this electrician came by and said, "man! you just never stop!" and I'm like "excuse me?" "You're just going going going all the time! Never stop working, do ya??" he crows, and I, rightfully confused, say "well, not until everything gets done, I suppose." He then proceeds to throw his head back and laugh uproariously as though I just told him the funniest story he ever heard. He frightened me, a little bit.

I just finished a book called The Planets, by Dava Sobel, and it's this really interesting break down about the science, history, and mythology of the planets in this lil' solar system. I'm a total science geek; I love reading stuff like that. I was reading about how when they do the manned moon orbits (the first was Apollo 8), when they're on the other side, the moon blocks all their radio contact to everywhere in the universe, so for like 28 minutes everything is completely dark and completely quiet. What a thrilling (and chilling) notion! The Challenger be damned, if I ever had the chance to go up there, I absolutely wouldn't hesitate. So, coincidentally aligned with my recent reading choice, I'm working at the Association of International Aeronautics and Astronautics this week, and I have to admit, I'm a little turned on by all these brilliant minds crammed into one room.

Rumor has it that Sacramento has a bar that sells Shinerbock and Lone Star Light on tap! I'm going to try and find it, but maybe not tonight because I'm halfway through my Weeds marathon and I really want to continue. I can't decide who is sexier, Jeffrey Dean Morgan or Mary-Louise Parker. HOTT!

Weeds Marathon!

OK, I can now forgive Mary Louise Parker for that horror named Amy Gardner. I am totally, completely, head-over-heels in love with Nancy Botwin.

Plus, any show that uses Rilo Kiley in its pilot always has my vote.

straight as an arrow

Somewhat like Halley's comet in its appearance around the globe...

I went to get my hair cut today and my Vietnamese hairdresser Dat (pronouced "dot") always wants my hair to be straight. Join the club, Dat. Everyone is a member but me. Anyway, I let him, and here you have it. The product of 45 minutes with a blow dryer and a big round brush. Enjoy, because as long as the humidity is above 12% (read: always) then you have a 99.99% chance of never seeing this again.

Say goodbye to my little friend!

I think I forgot to tell you guys that I had a minor surgery this morning (probably because I myself forgot about it until late last night). So minor, in fact, we'll just call it a "procedure." Today I look like this:


Hot, right? I get to wear my awesome stitches for an entire 10 days. I can't wait to see how many times I have to answer the question "what happened to your neck?" Maybe I should just tell people it was vampires and see what they say. That would be awesome.

Anyway, I went in this morning, starving, (I mean, I'm practically always starving when I wake up, but this morning I was really starving, must be the huge dinner I had at Mi Piaci last night... mmmmmm) because I had to get some anesthesia, and I'm just never sure how that's going to affect my tummy. Afterwards I decided that I really needed Chik-fil-A. There ar obvious reasons why I never lose any weight, eh? I justified it in that I had to drive myself to and from surgery so I deserved a treat, in the form of fast food, natch. It was too early for strips or nuggets, so I had to (twist my arm) get a Chik'n Biscuit. Fried chicken on a buttermilk biscuit!?!! Those yankees don't know what they're missing. It's fried chicken on a buttermilk biscuit! Breakfast of champions! I successfully talked myself into throwing away half the biscuit but damn, if it wasn't incredibly satisfying anyway. So in honor of my awesome fried chicken on a buttermilk biscuit... Keira Knightly, ... please eat a hamburger.


What is going on with Hollywood these days? Keira has always been a cute girl, if a little thin for my personal taste, but seriously? Who finds this attractive? Where are her boobs? Where are her ARMS? Pirates took them and left her with toothpicks? Are we supposed to be able to count ribs through concave chest cavities? Is the entirety of Hollywood anorexic now?

Take a hint from Katherine Heigl and her smokin'-hot bod: women are curvy.

Short people of the world, unite!

And stand together in protest.

Our dress code changed at work. You would think that since I do so much bitching about my "uniform" that I would relish the chance to wear my own clothing, but I don't. Packing used to be a snap, because everything was either black, khaki, or white. I never had to worry about what I felt like wearing, 'cause it didn't matter. None of my uniform clothes really required ironing. I could wear everything with Chuck Taylors. So NOW, I have to dress in the "business casual attire of [my] choice." My distress if three-fold. First of all, it's been a long time since I had to dress "business casual" for work, so most of it is either out of date or too small. Secondly, I will now have to form actual outfits in my head, meaning I can probably no longer pack the morning I leave for the airport. Third, I'm not really a very "business casual" kinda gal. And also, just UGH.

So, I go to the mall today (Why I Hate Northpark Mall, coming soon to a blog near you) to get some new pants to wear to work. Now, I've always been a bit peeved that Express, Old Navy, Gap, Limited, and pretty much everyone else in the world that I can afford only sells their black, khaki, and grey pants in short/petite/ankle/whatever they call it. Like short people don't like to wear clothes that aren't boring? But it's been ok for me in recent years because like I said, I was always in uniform that required my pants to be black, khaki, or grey anyway, so, whatever. Now? The Express only sells "short" in BLACK. WHAT THE HELL??? Who is a size 4 and is 5'10"?? (If you can answer yes to that question please don't e-mail me; I will sit on you.) So now if I want to wear anything other than BLACK PANTS I have to pay an extra $12 to get them tailored. I am livid.

Also, I went to two different Blockbusters to get the 3rd disk of The 4400 Season 2 and it is out out out. Booo!

Damn you, Lord Voldemort!!!!! *shakes fist at sky*

This morning I got on my blog to change my heading back from its 4th of July outfit to its normal, Batgirl header, and that's ALL I DID. Changed one line of code and my entire sidebar disappeared. And of course I didn't preview it before I published it (because I only changed one thing) then I lost it all and had to rebuild it from scratch. Uuuuuuugh!! I'm a little bit ticked and I just wasted an hour of my very busy day.

I don't want to go back to work. *pouts*

We're going to live on! We're going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!

I was awakened this morning by firecrackers near my bedroom window. I thought someone was banging on my door, and I had a mild heart attack because my phone is broken and that makes me nervous (I don't have a land line). After the heart attack I was just ticked that I was awake. Did I ever tell you guys that I have the most comfortable bed in the world? I got a mattress pad and these pillows from an exhibitor at World Market and I really think they might actually be worth what they cost. They're unbelievable. Oh, and if yaycoffee is reading this, I don't know why I didn't mention it last night when we were talking about: valerian root. Best thing to happen to insomnia since well... way before sliced bread.

So, finals are OVER! Wow. I have three whole days before I leave for work and quite honestly- no work, no school? I'm not sure what to do with myself but I haven't had an empty day for well over a month. Bill and I are watching The 4400 (geek alert!) and I have some errands to run, but mostly I'm just going to lie around and contemplate my navel. It's going to rule.

On that note, I'm making coffee and getting on the couch.

weekend update

I had a pretty stressful day yesterday... my phone is broken: first it stopped ringing, but it was still vibrating, and now it's not doing either. So, unless I'm actually LOOKING at my phone when a call comes in and can see it light up, I miss it (so, if I don't answer your call, you can try to IM me). I had a bugger of a time finding the Cingular store, and then after he verified that my phone was indeed broken and was indeed still under warranty, he then directed me to "call this number" for a new phone. WHY couldn't he have done it at the store? Too simple? So, anyway, I had to spend about 20 minutes on hold with a 30-second muzak loop (and apparently my speakerphone function is also broken, so I had to hold it to my ear *snort*), to then spend 30 minutes re-explaining my problem to that lady, so she could say she would send me a new phone. "Due to the holiday you may experience a delay in shipping." Awesome.

THEN, I got back home to grab a bite to eat. Our parking spots are at 90 degrees and have big metal poles between every two spots. The two rows are pretty close together (not even the width of two cars) so it's a tight squeeze to pull into one at all, especially mine, since I share my two-fer with an Escalade. I almost always have to make a 2- or 3-pt. landing. This time he was about a foot away from the pole on his side, so even though I made like a 4- or 5-pt. pull-in, I still accidentally scraped the pole on my side. I'm TICKED. I have no idea how much damage it is, but I just got that car! I looked around at the 16 spaces back there, and almost every car has some level of ding on it from one of those damn poles. So now I have to ask my 83-year old landlady for a new space.

THEN, I went for my new tattoo! Yay! My last body modification. 30 and I'm done. *weg* This one will not be easily hidden from my mother, so I'll have to decide whether I want to warn her or wait for her to find it.

Today is study study study... finals tomorrow!! Ugh, and yay.