Wyatt is a very good therapist.

I feel like an old lady, but I am so tired. Maybe I need to stop drinking red wine or something.

So here's something that's funny/sad. My church did a Thanksgiving service for the first time ever tonight, and right as the sermon started, the fire alarm went off. So we all had to leave. Debbie Downer mwah mwah mwahhhhh.

I need to read a book that's happier than Clockwork Orange!!!! Any ideas? I'm thinking maybe Pale Fire. Love me some Nabokov.

The people across the street put up their Christmas tree already. Through the curtains it looks really warm and happy. It's nice to look out a dark window and see that.

Cheeseball.

Flying hooooome today!

And in the mean time, BEHOLD:




















he's like a little bear.

Last night I had a dream that Alex from A Clockwork Orange was chasing me.

Maybe I should stop reading this book...

Maybe not.

If I ever stop disliking children, I want cute British ones.

I'm working at a conference this week. Besides really shitty hours, it's actually sort of nice. It's in the really pretty Omni Hotel with tons of free catered food. AND it's an international conference so there are lots of really hot European guys. It's about @#$%ing time I worked somewhere with eye candy.

On the flip side, I'm doing work with other people's powerpoint presentations, so I have to deal with a lot of breathing over my shoulder (some with SEVERE halitosis), and some people even try to push me off of the computer so they can mess with stuff.

My boss is this crazy MIT professor who's only nice to me and the other temp. Amazing.

This entry is void of substance. I need to go shower. Behave yoself.

I'm watching the TRL finale. Awww I feel like I'm 13 again. I hope Britney shows up!

Parents came this weekend! They bought me food so I don't die! Yay!

My mom and I went all over the Natural History Museum. Almost nobody was at the Hope Diamond (!) so we got super close to it and took like 50 pictures. Then went to the Butterfly Garden and made new friends. One landed on my shoulder and stayed there the whole time. For a while I thought it was dead haha.

The rest of the weekend was fun too. Hehe. For me, going out in DC feels a lot more mellow than in Williamsburg. I think it's because there's nothing to do at W&M, so when something actually does happen, there's this crazy tense competitive vibe to win attention and boys and stuff. Very amateurish.

Now it's so nice that it doesn't matter anymore. Nowhere is super annoyingly crowded or loud because there's *gasp!* there's actually other stuff going on around town too. So you can just go out and drink and chill and no one expects anything of you. Which is good, because a lot of the time at school I was thisclose to a nervous breakdown.

I still miss being a little crazy though.. Weird.

So this is embarrassing but whatever.

I fainted.

While getting off the bus.

It was the worst feeling ever, because I knew it was happening two stops before I had to get off, but what can you do when you know you're about to pass out on a bus? Lie down on the floor? So I stand up and BAM. Next thing I know a group of people are standing over me and a black guy is yelling "Jesus!"

This does not top Kate's presentation episode, but it comes close.

I WANT ONE.

Done with the crazies! Yay! I went back there one last time to get my paycheck signed, and of course everyone was super nice, unlike when I actually worked there. Even the crazy receptionist lady, who once chewed my ear off for an hour about a corduroy pant suit she made in 7th grade, was really normal and friendly. People are so weird.

After that I literally wandered around the city. I wanted to shop but didn't like/couldn't afford any of the stores I saw (one day Burberry you will be mine..) So it goes.

My parents are coming on Thursday! Yay! Thursday they're staying at a Marriott for my dad's conference, and Friday they'll go to a dumpy Comfort Inn cuz it's close to me. Lolz.

I'm not very interesting. But this is.

fun fact of the day

GOP also stands for Global Orgasm for Peace.

Insert joke here.

Sorry for insulting your raspberry coffee Joshwah :-P

So, as what usually happens when I chew elements of my personal life over in my head, they've trickled into my writing. I wish it didn't work like this, but I have to get them out in order to write anything non-autobiographical. Otherwise, for some reason, I don't feel like I believe my own work.

Long story short, I'm finally writing something I feel good about, but I don't want to put it up here and incriminate certain parties (ooooh i sound detective-y). If you want to read it, drop me a line via email, AIM, whatever, otherwise I'll keep on keepin on in quiet.

i'm writing this at work fuck the system we're all getting free cars wahhhhhh!

OH MY GOD HE WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[insert mandatory yelling-at-you-to-vote-crap here!]

I love being called Temp as if it's my real name. It makes me want to call the other person Asshole.

I read that some people in San Francisco were stealing ballots that voted no on Proposition 8. Classic example of delusion. You make a big shit show about letting your voice be heard and then silence someone else's. How American.

Also, I think the concept of donating your facebook status does nothing productive. At this point, people know who they're voting for, where they're voting, and where they're getting their stupid free Krispy Kreme or Starbucks or Ben and Jerry's. If they don't, chances are they're not going to come to a glorious epiphany by looking at your profile. It's all a gimmick to make the masses feel special. Palahniuk's throwing up right now.

I can be a super cynic, but still got a cheesy, quiet little thrill after voting. Now I'm throwing up. At myself.

Highlights from the weekend:

-drank a bottle of wine in one night (with Heather. And a skinny bottle.)

-scared myself with my costume. I walk into a party where I know no one, and the first thing someone screams is "AND SPEAKING OF SARAH PALIN!"

-was *so* stupid at a bar last night. The Big Hunt, to be exact (say it three times fast). We talked about cocaine, awkward squirrels on fire, being drunk on a bus, and poking people in the ass with kabobs. Then I beat a guy in a drinking contest. Oh yes, you read it here first.

-met two people who live an hour away from Youngstown! That always weirds me out. No one's supposed to know where my hometown is. Then at the event I worked two weeks ago I met someone from the place where my brother goes to school. Is anyone in DC actually from DC?

-watched this thing on the 30 scariest movies of all time. There were some super freaky ones on there, like Scanners and Videodrome (woo hooooo exploding heads and TVs stuffed with intestines), but then there were ones that I didn't even think were bad at all.

Clockwork Orange was number 2? In between Saw and Hostel? But but.. it's not even a horror movie. And American Psycho?? Okay that's really violent, but not scary. Maybe I'm weird.


Did you know Katy Perry used to be a Christian singer? How do you go from one extreme to the other? I'm not critical, just curious.

Kbye!