*** Holy Porno Pop-Up!!!!!! I think it is attached to my 2nd counter (thanks for the diagnosis, Andrew!) So I am going to get rid of it. If that's the only reason you've been coming here, I sincerely apologize.)
I feel like I am doing the running man right now.
Expending a lot of energy, but pretty much going nowhere.
Do you know this feeling? The feeling that comes when you have people tell you that you are indeed very funny and very creative... and then you see people that are ACTUALLY funny and creative and suddenly you feel like a sack of shit?
I am working my ass off on putting together an online portfolio. I am also being a total Craig's List whore and applying to a multitude of part-time jobs and other assorted various gigs. I owe more than I make and that feeling ain't good. I feel like I am at an impasse. A dead end. And I am not sure where to go from here.
My life has become a state of limbo. And it has been for about 4 months now. I am just praying for a paradigm shift. Something's gotta give.
Enough of that. Let's see... it's been a week. I used to be a daily updater, when this blog was at it's height of popularity. Then it became more of a Monday/Wednesday/Friday thing. Now I am lucky if I get in a Monday or Thursday. It's like I only updated when I have pictures. My words do not feel like enough. I am a fucking needle in a haystack. Who gives a fuck what I have to say? Except me. And that's why I am still truckin'. I get a kick out of my archives. And as long as there is an internet, I'll be here, putting in my two cents. Right now, that is all I can afford.
So, this week in Bethanyland has been a doozy. We gained a roommate and lost a roommate. I have been sick and can not shake this cold I have had going on three weeks now. The roomies and I have been planning a huge Halloween soiree. I have been trying to get a costume together. I have a huge boil on the back of my neck that is freaking me out. Express extended my credit line by $300. Now I have a new winter coat. I have been downloading MP3s like a mad woman. And most of my energy has been thrown into money-making schemes. Let's get down to brass tacks, whatever the heck that means.
Monday: Ran errands with my favorite pretty, Sandy. Came home, watched Laguna Beach.
Tuesday: Um... oh yeah. I was going to just stay home and hang with my girls, but LL called to hang out, so I accompanied her to the Blue Iguana for $1 well drinks. I ate a rancid turkey sandwich, drank 3 rancid vodka cranberrries and decided to go home after 58 Enterprise employees showed up to drink their sorrows away. I walked past The Vic, which happened to be hosting the last stop on Vince Vaughn's Wild West Comedy Tour. I was >>>>>that close<<<< to sneaking on a tour bus and giving 'ol Vince a nice little surprise after the show. But when I found out Jen Aniston was there that night, I was glad I did not. Can't compete with that. And God bless them, I say! If anyone is going to take my Vince away, I am glad it is her. She deserves him. She's been through a lot.
Wednesday: Oh happy day. Dio and I decided months ago that we wanted to re-create our first date because October 13th is our one year anniversary. Or would have been. He picked me up around the same time. I wore the same outfit. He forgot to do the same. I didn't care because I looked damn cute. He went on a irate tangent about yuppies, just like our first date. We went to the same restaurant, the fabulous Strega Nona. We had to do it a day early to get the same $2 martini special as last year. Plus he needed Thursday to prepare for a DJ gig. I got the same meal. I looked into the same puppy dog eyes and felt the same butterflies. It was great.
Then we headed over to The Green Mill, but got there kind of late and did not have anywhere to sit. Since I was wearing high heels (the same ones as last year that have somehow gotten smaller), I was not up for standing and blocking people's views. So we left. I wish we would have stayed. I really dug the place, but he promised we'd go early next time and get a table. So we drove back and I took all sorts of pictures. I had to delete a bunch since I have no memory card right now and have limited space on the camera. I only managed to save two...
Dio approves of my legs and leg warmers...
...so I showed him my O-Face.
It was a nice little night. Grazie.
Thursday: Due to baseball play-offs, Fox has denied me The O.C. and Reunion. I am still sick and all offers to go out were not appealing. So I stayed in and caught up on my knitting.
Friday: I planned on going out with Mo and H for Mo's last night in Chicago (until our Halloween party, anyway) but my dad called me earlier that day and guilted me a bit over the fact he had saved his extra Purdue ticket for me. It was Homecoming after all. I have not had any Daddy time in a long time. And I kind of needed a break from Chicago. And I was not about to deal with the drama surrounding a certain girl we have dubbed "Godzilla" and her mean, bitter, ugly little heart. Karma can be a bitch. Recognize.
So Sista picked me up and took me back to the region and over to her best friend's place for dirty martini's with handcrafted bleu cheese stuffed olives and a bit of pumpkin carving. Then we went back to the parent's place and I discovered the sheer beauty of Tivo. We watched the Roast of Pamela Anderson and laughed our tushies off at this broad until 4am.
I planned on coming back to go to Jo's B-day Saturday night, but once we got back to my parent's after the game, I was plum tuckered out. It was an emotional rollercoaster. Purdue came back from behind and were up by one only to be crushed by an additional touchdown in the last minutes of the game. Fuck me. But I did enjoy seeing my fave girls from college...
Holding it down for Shoemaker!
The guy right over Meg's shoulder is the spitting image of what my father will look like in 15 years. When he gains a few and stops dying his hair. It was freaky.
The brand spanking new statue erected right outside of the stadium. It is awesome in its magnitude.
Jess got some clear braces in preparation for her upcoming nuptials. No, I was not using my "Missy Missdemeanor Elliot" fish eye lens.
It was refreshing when Purdue actually got down to our side of the field for 10 minutes.
Sunday, Sista and I went and rounded up some pumpkins (2 for $5! Thanks Ultra Superstore in Highland, IN!) and other assorted Halloween decor. She dropped me safely at home and I spent the rest of the day trying to make every Sunday minute count. After 5 minutes I gave up and sat my lazy ass down on my couch. Word.
That's one angry pussy.
Um, this is the new 2006 Saturn Sky. I love it. I am sure it is made of 99% recycled milk jugs and had a 2 cylinder engine, but as long as a car looks cool, I could give a fuck what it is or how it runs. Take note... adding it to my Amazon.com wishlist!
Random Fact Of The Day: (Bringing it back, ya'll!) Winston Churchill was born in a ladies' room during a dance.