it's me

i should start blogging again.... my impressive single digit readership has probably dwindled down to zero anyway, ha.  i need inspiration.

Bad Joke

Oh, hello, blog.  I forgot about you, what with selling my soul to school and work lately.  

I've been in some sort of stupor (still hovers).  What a week!  Boy am I glad to have three days off school next week. The Blockbuster movies are piling up for me, and Pug is impatient to send the chick flicks back so he can get his snoozyy foreign historical war dramas.  I don't even know what that means.    I think I'll make him sit through The Hours this weekend just to be a pain in the a.  It's only my favorite movie.

I'm sitting in writing a paper tonight, listening to the Rent soundtrack.  Yep.  I know what you're thinking, and I'm thinking it too.  

I took a break to eat an orange, and that's the most exciting thing that's happened to me in the past 6 hours.

Help!

Me Talk Pretty One Day

Election Day.

Leave it to my mom to swoop in and convince me to change my mind two hours before I vote. And I was beginning to tout myself as a woman of strong convictions.  Right.

But that's not what this entry is about.  

Have you ever read anything by David Sedaris?  I first read one of his books last year, and now I'm reading another.  Gosh, he's funny.  This semester is really stressful, but I read a chapter of Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim every night before I go to sleep and laugh so hard that all my troubles just magically melt away.  (Not really).  His writing style is so witty and sarcastic--love it!!!  So SMART and for lack of a better word, real.  Gotta lend it to Sue.  Right up his alley.    

This weather stinks.

That's all.  

Blah

No amount of coffee could keep me awake through 5 hours of class tonight! Ahhhhh.

So I made my first counseling tape yesterday. Giving a presentation to 300 people for work makes me less nervous than I felt yesterday before we taped the counseling session. I was sweating like crazy dude. I don't know if it was so much about the grade I'll get for it but more just wanting to do a good job, to say the right things, to really listen....and I thought it went really well surprisingly. Until I got home. And realized the microphone hadn't really picked up our voices. CRAP. I hate when I'm an idiot. You have to turn the volume all the way up on the tv to just barely hear the session. Oops. Gonna turn it in anyway and play stupid, like it worked on my tv when I volume was turned up. No way I'm re-recording it unless he makes me! Wish me luck :)

Before class, today was a great day off work hanging out with Rach watching tv on the couch, being bums. Sooo good to spend time with her.

Cheers to good friends!

commuting to DC

So I'm what Newsweek considers an "Extreme Commuter." I commute more than 90 minutes each way to work along with 2% of the other people in this country. We're quite an exclusive club you know. I think I should carry some sort of important looking ID card or something...

As I finally reach the light at the end of the tunnel and stop this ridiculous commute, I've been reflecting on some of the pros and cons.

Pros:
*I get to watch some great fights on the subway.
*I can read an entire novel, cover to cover, including the prologue, on the way to work each morning.
*I have lots of forced "me" time. Lots.
*I get sympathy from co-workers and can stay home in bad weather.
*I've now memorized every stop on the metro system. If you have a question, I'm your girl.
*I get to see a plethera of odd looking individuals on a daily basis.

Cons:
*The obvious: I waste four hours a day when I could (potentially) be doing something more productive.
*I'm always exhausted and could pretty much fall asleep at any moment.
*I inevitably arrive to work in a pissy mood due to a traffic or train delay, encounter with a most unfriendly commuter, harrassment by a homeless person or something along those lines...
*I'm too damn tired to exercise/move off the couch by the time I get home.
*I pretty much have no life.

Two years of it can really wear on you. I'm just glad it's almost over....


Oh, about the green beans in the URL.... they're only the best food in the world according to me. Strange but true. I never tire of them. Keep in mind that this is coming from a girl who never cooks, let alone attempts to. So they're pretty much a staple for me. Foie gras, cavier, truffles have nothing on these little green delights. Ok, they may indeed be considered better by those of you with more cultivated palates, but rest assured that I'll never know.