I hope my mum is proud of me...

Some progress is being made in credit card pay-off/consolidation.

I just paid off my Apple computer loan (yeah!)and closed it; I am down to $280 on my Target card. I have about half of the confirmation fee paid for Fall term at NEIU as well. I took out a loan against my 401K plan which is how this all got paid. It's MUCH cheaper to pay that back as opposed to what I was doing. Perfect timing for it too: it will be paid back before I do student teaching in August of 07.

I had to look up my classes for this fall - I can't even remember what I'm taking. I guess it's Leadership 480-31 and Leadership 413-31, both on Mondays.

Oh, and two interview for a new job in just under an hour...it would be great to get a new job and RAISE.

Hor[ror]scope

Your key planet Mercury is in your 3rd House of Communication, emphasizing the very area of your life that is normally the most active for you anyhow. You can expect the ambient noise of your daily routines to increase as additional information finds its way into your life in the form of telephone calls, emails, and visits from friends. Remember, this is life as you like it so enjoy the ride.

But I'm a cat person!

And yet, I have the strangest urge to get one of these little guys. They're so ugly they're cute.

TV

They killed my pretty baby! Goddamn!

Superman!

Frikkin SWEEEEET.

 

I've been watching the trailers. You can punch my ticket, I have turned into geekgirl for this now. It took a while, but it looks fantastic.

 

(And Spacey as Luthor? Perfect.)

What I wouldn't give for a blanket...

I am so tired, and I have no one to blame but myself. I should have gone to bed at a decent hour. Alas, I did not. When do I ever on Sundays, any way?

I watched Robert Duvall's Broken Trail on AMC last night by accident. It wound up being very good. Whoever this Scott Cooper guy is playing "Heck", he is not unattractive. Mmmm. But good regardless of cute eyecandy. I'm looking forward to seeing the conclusion tonight, assuming I can stay awake long enough.

It's 9am. That means two more hours until I can go to my car for "lunch"... and sleep. I will be curled up in my backseat, jean jacket acting as light blanket (it's chilly and rainy today), snoring away. I can hardly wait. Literally. My eyes are watering and my head is halfway swaying because I can barely hold it up straight.

Sleepy...lethargic

I suppose it's only to be expected after a weekend of drinking at the pubs.

 

Friday night I was a good child and finished my utterly moronic take home mid-term for the special education. I am insulted by the mindless work this class is.

 

Saturday, I got up and went to the salon to get the eyebrows done. Thank god - no more crazy eyebrows. Stopped at bought herbs for my mom to plant in her new planters. That took a couple hours. Then I had to bust my ass to make it to the train station on time to go to Chicago.

 

I rode my bike from home to the station. It's further out than going to work (which usually takes me 45 minutes if not a little more)...I was looking at my watch and panting "Shit! Shit! Shit!" because I was positive I was going to miss the train. I was peddling as hard as I could, but I also had a very heavy bag on my back. Ugh. I made it to the train station with 7 minutes to spare, very tired, sweaty and gritty. In only 45 minutes - impressive.

 

We (Anne and Kristi and I) went out for pizza and a few drinks last night, then watched Mrs. Henderson Presents.

 

Anne and I got up early this morning and went to Ginger's Ale House to meet up with my other friend Anne and her husband to watch the England v Ecuador match. MMmmm. That David Beckham is pretty - - except when he's puking midfield. I think I will have to watch the next England match on Saturday. It'll either be Portugal or the Netherlands. I hope it's the latter. Those Dutch are crazy good fun.

 

Have to catch the train in a little over an hour. Not looking forward to the ride home from my local station - - it'll be wet and muddy from the rain this morning. Ugh.

kitty kitty kitty

and I wanna touch it!

Cats are hilarious

What is with the formatting

I hate it when the text doesn't align and thus my links and other info are shoved to the
bottom! I resized my photos and everything to try and correct it.

England is Fictitious

Summer Solstice

Yeaaaaah, it's the longest day of the year. Too bad I have class. That'll make it even longer.

Mapstats

I think I'm perturbed. I just checked mapstats, and someone, from Luddenhanm NSW Australia got directed to my blog from... a blog that is big on The Jesus.

Somehow, I know this is very very wrong.

I obviously need to up my bad quotient. Maybe I just start taking pictures of my ass with my digital camera.

It's my mom's birthday

I took her out for dinner and I got drunk. Oops.

Well, at least I'm not a sloppy drunk and I am the poster child for those "know when to say when" things insofar as they pertain to not driving a car.

So yeah, took her to Cafe Pyrenees. I was there for lunch once and it was reasonable, so I thought the same would be true for dinner. Got there and it was Tuesday 1990s night. Meaning: 90s menu AND prices. I was like GREAT! It'll be cheaper. Uhhh, not so much.

1 Chardonnay (mom, cause white gets me sick), 2 cabernets, 2 house salads (with entree), 1 fish special (mom), 1 beef tournedos (a little skimpy, but tasty), 1 decaf, 1 tea, 2 creme brulees later...$72.96. Yeah, the check came and I said "Fuuuuck." My mom was like "What?" "Nevermind."

It must have been the candle upcharge in my mom's creme brulee. Service was also torturously slow. I thought I was fine after the first wine, and I was, so I ordered another. My mom was like "Are you going to be able to drive?" I said I was fine. Two sips later, I swear, I slapped the keys over to her and said she was driving.

I can drink beers or ciders up the yin-yang, but give me 1 1/2 glasses of wine and I am screwed. My head was (and is) all floaty.

Probably the lengthiest conversation I've had with my mom in a while. My speech was a little crazy on the way home. I was talking about a friend's boyfriend being particularly annoying and at some point I used the questionable verbiage "gots". Right after I said it, I was thinking "Dude, I AM drunk."

I also told my mom maybe I'd get another tattoo overseas. Ha ha ha.

I think I'd better go to bed now. I should sleep like a rock tonight.

October shall be wünderbar

Fables, HARDCOVER: 1,001 nights of snowfall. Oh, zee majesty.



In other (very TMI) news, I think that coleslaw I ate at the BBQ for lunch just about burned a hole in my ass. Never again.

I have 31 pages of interview to code for my freaking research class. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. THIS is a problem!

And because I cracked up using the umlat in wünderbar, check out röck döts

It's meeeeee

Thanks to my brand spanking new Canon Digital Cameraaaaah!

80 days

Until the next Ireland/UK adventure.

Not that anyone is counting the days, really. I want tea! Scones! Red phone booths!

Saturday Bits n Bobs

The one beer I drank last night + dehydration = cotton mouth this morning. All I could think about what the George Thoroughgood song "One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer" when I woke up and the line "you know, when your mouth be getting dry, you plenty high!" I don't like living that lyric.

What comes of spending nearly six hours out on hot asphalt? A massive sunburn. I hurt. The "yard" (more appropriately: asphalt) sale at the Lakeview YMCA was today. I brought all my shit down to Chicago and was there from 745 am to 2pm. Fucking 90 degrees at least and humid. I put on some sunblock, but not nearly enough. My shoulders are scorched, as is my chest, where the "V" from my top was. I look like a lobster. I've gone completely Irish as I've aged; I think I'm losing my Mexicantanability.

Made about $60 though - not bad. One guy came through and bought all my comics and my friend Brad's in one swoop. I sold off my issues of Y: The Last Man and Fables (amongst a few others) since I've got the trade paperbacks now.

Came back and texted my co-worker to see if she wanted to grab some food at Tacos El Norte. Margaritas! So we went there about 415. I don't think I like their guacamole - it tastes like they put sour cream in it. I love sour cream, but if I'm eating guac, I want AVOCADOS, not sour cream masquerading as cheap filler for avocados.

Ran into Dreamland People (yo, M) there. Harkins & wife, plus Greene (loooong time!) & daughter, and Spike (also long time). When the hell did Greene and Spike start hanging out again? I sat and chatted with them for a while. Niiiiice: Harkins was telling me about you all playing some game and having teamspeak. He said he started mentioning some chick being in a magazine and her nipples showing while Greene's kid was still on the teamspeak. I cracked up.

And now, post-margaritas, I am lying in bed with my sunburned shoulders making me highly uncomfortable, waiting for my other friend to call. I should nap. Yaaaaawn.

Iconses

Why won't my Jakita icon post?

What School of Finance Did You Study?

Key Arrest in Killer Heroin Spree

Let me preface this by saying: drugs bad. I am not, in this post, attempting to correct the manufacturer or dealers' mistakes. HOWEVER, how fucking stupid of a "businessman" are you, if your product kills people instantaneously? You're killing your client base. Duuuuuuuh? To quote the Guy Ritchie movie: What school of finance did you study?

Don't kill your demand, or your supply goes down.

And...

This does not sound promising:

Your key planet Mercury normally helps you think fast and talk effectively. But today your words are muddled by nebulous Neptune and you become less clear the more you say. If you attempt to weasel out of a confrontation now, it can quickly come back at you with unexpected vengeance. Pause before you speak and then only say what is absolutely required.

Seriously, I come in to work early (7:20) and already people are bugging me with the goddamn dumbest SHIT ever. Do I look like the fucking janitor, people?

If the fridge smelling is bugging you so bad, YOU clean it out. I'm not the one who put stuff in there to rot! Why the hell should I clean it up! I'm an admin, NOT the cleaning lady!

bored

i'm getting sick of being so damn tired all the time. seriously, i'm starting to wonder if i've developed chronic fatigue syndrome or something.

besides the near constant "tired", i'm so bored i could die. i desperately need a change of scenery. work is annoying me: same bullshit every day, same people unable to figure out the easiest things and making my brain hurt! i really hope i get this new position i applied for. faaaaaar fewer people to cater to if i can get it. fewer people, but it definitely won't be easy.

i'm just trying to get through this research class and to the fun stuff: trip to Ireland, Scotland and England. yes, there will be rejoicing. there will be pubs and beer and cider and big ass clock towers and

cameras
lorries
hyde park
green rolling irish countryside
more beer please?
and
i hope...
hot men in kilts.

(and let's have one of them fabulously rich and fall head over heels for me, mmm'kay?)

My people are gone...

THANK GOD

Most of them are off at an international conference. So now it's relatively quiet, except when all the second-tier people start having crises.

I have managed to slack a little. I read up on Marmite, Vegemite, Bovril and catnip on wikipedia. I like reading random things. I do not, however, like the idea of consuming left over brewer's yeast.

I need a raise. Badly. I submitted to a new job today. If I get it, I'm going to push for a massive raise. Come on, just think how much inflation has jacked things up...like gas! If I'm not going to get a raise that covers AT LEAST a full tank of gas per week, forget it!

FABLES 50

*weeps (well maybe not weeps) with joy*

FABLES 50 RULES!

*dances around*

Hmmm. Kinda looking forward to the new spin off Jack of Fables, too.

I was told to post

So I'm posting.

I hate my job some days. Yesterday and today are prime examples. I'm the only admin and everyone is going apeshit about their travel plans to a conference.

What the hell is going to happen in Fables #50? If they kill Bigby or make him a traitor, I'm going to kill the writers!

Horoscope: No Shit, It's Called the Master's Thesis Class

You feel the excitement as outgoing Mars runs through
your 3rd House of Communication, bringing a more
vibrant tone to your life. Your friends may take
notice of your new warmer attitude, and although you
can see better times ahead, there are still challenges
you must face in order to fully enjoy the summer.