Wednesday, September 28, 2005
a bad omen for the sox. but man is it funny....
Yanks Top Sox For AL East Crown!
(At least that's how Major League merchandisers see it)
SEPTEMBER 27--First, a conflict-of-interest disclosure: We greatly prefer the Mets to the hated Yankees. Now on to the business at hand: With the Bronx Bombers and the Boston Red Sox battling for the American League East championship, Major League Baseball officials have again somehow divined that Steinbrenner's crew will triumph over Red Sox nation. Tucked away on the official MLB site is a page offering a $19.95 t-shirt trumpeting the Yankees's 2005 AL East triumph, the club's eighth straight division crown. Click here for a close-up shot of the t-shirt. The regular season, of course, doesn't end until Sunday, when the Yankees complete a (likely decisive) three-game series at Fenway. We're not sure if MLB has also prepared a shirt celebrating the Bosox' AL East championship, but TSG hasn't found one. [Update: Turns out MLB did cover its bases.] So here's hoping that this online ad finds its way to the bulletin board in the Sox locker room and helps motivate Big Papi & Co. to again topple the Evil Empire.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Working it out.
I love working out. I love how you feel the lactic acid in your muscles, and how you don't have to think about anything but running or lifting.
I realized yesterday after my 3 hours in the gym, that I could never meet a guy there. I am in my own little world, which does not include any interaction with others except to make sure they are finished with machines.
And thank god for no skeezzyness bothering me in my 3hours of zen.
I thought I was in much worse shape than I actually am in. I mean I should be incredibly, smithers-walking sore, but I'm actually not sore at all. Cool.
I realized yesterday after my 3 hours in the gym, that I could never meet a guy there. I am in my own little world, which does not include any interaction with others except to make sure they are finished with machines.
And thank god for no skeezzyness bothering me in my 3hours of zen.
I thought I was in much worse shape than I actually am in. I mean I should be incredibly, smithers-walking sore, but I'm actually not sore at all. Cool.
Monday, September 19, 2005
what the hell?
So this morning I check my news, and what comes up but this picture
I dunno who the hell she is, but she is off her rocker. Tess Smith.
Put on some damn clothes.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Power-dressing Aussie leaves trail of destruction
SYDNEY (Reuters) - An Australian man built up a 40,000-volt charge of static electricity in his clothes as he walked, leaving a trail of scorched carpet and molten plastic and forcing firefighters to evacuate a building.
Frank Clewer, who was wearing a woollen shirt and a synthetic nylon jacket, was oblivious to the growing electrical current that was building up as his clothes rubbed together.
When he walked into a building in the country town of Warrnambool in the southern state of Victoria on Thursday, the electrical charge ignited the carpet.
"It sounded almost like a firecracker", Clewer told Australian radio on Friday.
"Within about five minutes, the carpet started to erupt."
Employees, unsure of the cause of the mysterious burning smell, telephoned firefighters who evacuated the building.
"There were several scorch marks in the carpet, and we could hear a cracking noise -- a bit like a whip -- both inside and outside the building", said fire official Henry Barton.
Firefighters cut electricity to the building thinking the burns might have been caused by a power surge.
Clewer, who after leaving the building discovered he had scorched a piece of plastic on the floor of his car, returned to seek help from the firefighters.
"We tested his clothes with a static electricity field metre and measured a current of 40,000 volts, which is one step shy of spontaneous combustion, where his clothes would have self-ignited," Barton said.
"I've been firefighting for over 35 years and I've never come across anything like this," he said.
Firefighters took possession of Clewer's jacket and stored it in the courtyard of the fire station, where it continued to give off a strong electrical current.
David Gosden, a senior lecturer in electrical engineering at Sydney University, told Reuters that for a static electricity charge to ignite a carpet, conditions had to be perfect.
"Static electricity is a similar mechanism to lightning, where you have clouds rubbing together and then a spark generated by very dry air above them," said Gosden.
Frank Clewer, who was wearing a woollen shirt and a synthetic nylon jacket, was oblivious to the growing electrical current that was building up as his clothes rubbed together.
When he walked into a building in the country town of Warrnambool in the southern state of Victoria on Thursday, the electrical charge ignited the carpet.
"It sounded almost like a firecracker", Clewer told Australian radio on Friday.
"Within about five minutes, the carpet started to erupt."
Employees, unsure of the cause of the mysterious burning smell, telephoned firefighters who evacuated the building.
"There were several scorch marks in the carpet, and we could hear a cracking noise -- a bit like a whip -- both inside and outside the building", said fire official Henry Barton.
Firefighters cut electricity to the building thinking the burns might have been caused by a power surge.
Clewer, who after leaving the building discovered he had scorched a piece of plastic on the floor of his car, returned to seek help from the firefighters.
"We tested his clothes with a static electricity field metre and measured a current of 40,000 volts, which is one step shy of spontaneous combustion, where his clothes would have self-ignited," Barton said.
"I've been firefighting for over 35 years and I've never come across anything like this," he said.
Firefighters took possession of Clewer's jacket and stored it in the courtyard of the fire station, where it continued to give off a strong electrical current.
David Gosden, a senior lecturer in electrical engineering at Sydney University, told Reuters that for a static electricity charge to ignite a carpet, conditions had to be perfect.
"Static electricity is a similar mechanism to lightning, where you have clouds rubbing together and then a spark generated by very dry air above them," said Gosden.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
southern old ladies.
Southern old ladies are funny.
They breakdown into two class groups:
1)filthy rich/old money
2)legacys and not rich
Yes, the filthy rich are grouped with old money, because the filthies, regardless of how new, are able to so completely mask the age by goods that age becomes a non-factor. That pisses off the old monies to no end, but its reality.
The legacies, unless they are old money, are grouped with the poor. why? doesn't that seem strange? well, if you are the 8th generation of women to be an allumni, then most likely the locale has started to affect you in strange and entertaining ways.
At my alumni gathering, I realized that in the south, money always trumps power. I hate that. In non-southern places/with non-southerners, money is secondary, power and connections are the most important. With my allumni, you could be president of the world, but if you only sqeaked out with under 300k, your a$$ is grass. Sorry... you are great and all, please donate to the annual fund, but you only have one house right? It's not in the south? oh, how old is it? oh... that's nice. good god ladies.
The irony is that my school is not like that today. With huge portions of non-southerners, minorites, and a rather large economic variance, it is a place for everyone. A place where the newspaper editor is no longer the most popular, but more likely the most liberal and least-understood. The women that graduate today have little if anything in common with those of the past, which became glaringly clear last night.
Ugh. everyone,(yes even myself) had a 'do. The hair. I had never seen a group of more perfectly coiffed women in my life. I was sporting my million dollar designer suit, and thank god. I suppose I looked the part even if I didn't feel like I should be anywhere near these crazy rich old ladies. There I was, standing in a home in old town, where homes are beautiful but often lacking greenery. This was the most beautiful home I have ever been in. Hands down. It will be featured in southern homes this month. The art was awe-inspiring. The garden was immaculate, and the house was nearly as old as my school.
One woman fainted. LOL I know I shouldn't laugh but good god. It proved to me that I really was in crazy-world for a couple of hours. I wanted to scream at them, LADIES listen. Perfection means nothing if you have nothing behind it but air. Substance is required to be a real person. That substance would have told you to find a place to sit if you didn't feel good, not to stand there till your legs gave out. Even if I could I wouldn't live in a house like that. What if you go play in the snow? you can't come inside. What happens when you get home from a softball game in the rain? Where do you relax? Where do you put your feet up on the sofa to watch the superbowl with wings and a bud light? ugh. Clearly I didn't fit with most of the women there last night.
Lucky for me... I'm gonna live much longer than them. :) sorry!
They breakdown into two class groups:
1)filthy rich/old money
2)legacys and not rich
Yes, the filthy rich are grouped with old money, because the filthies, regardless of how new, are able to so completely mask the age by goods that age becomes a non-factor. That pisses off the old monies to no end, but its reality.
The legacies, unless they are old money, are grouped with the poor. why? doesn't that seem strange? well, if you are the 8th generation of women to be an allumni, then most likely the locale has started to affect you in strange and entertaining ways.
At my alumni gathering, I realized that in the south, money always trumps power. I hate that. In non-southern places/with non-southerners, money is secondary, power and connections are the most important. With my allumni, you could be president of the world, but if you only sqeaked out with under 300k, your a$$ is grass. Sorry... you are great and all, please donate to the annual fund, but you only have one house right? It's not in the south? oh, how old is it? oh... that's nice. good god ladies.
The irony is that my school is not like that today. With huge portions of non-southerners, minorites, and a rather large economic variance, it is a place for everyone. A place where the newspaper editor is no longer the most popular, but more likely the most liberal and least-understood. The women that graduate today have little if anything in common with those of the past, which became glaringly clear last night.
Ugh. everyone,(yes even myself) had a 'do. The hair. I had never seen a group of more perfectly coiffed women in my life. I was sporting my million dollar designer suit, and thank god. I suppose I looked the part even if I didn't feel like I should be anywhere near these crazy rich old ladies. There I was, standing in a home in old town, where homes are beautiful but often lacking greenery. This was the most beautiful home I have ever been in. Hands down. It will be featured in southern homes this month. The art was awe-inspiring. The garden was immaculate, and the house was nearly as old as my school.
One woman fainted. LOL I know I shouldn't laugh but good god. It proved to me that I really was in crazy-world for a couple of hours. I wanted to scream at them, LADIES listen. Perfection means nothing if you have nothing behind it but air. Substance is required to be a real person. That substance would have told you to find a place to sit if you didn't feel good, not to stand there till your legs gave out. Even if I could I wouldn't live in a house like that. What if you go play in the snow? you can't come inside. What happens when you get home from a softball game in the rain? Where do you relax? Where do you put your feet up on the sofa to watch the superbowl with wings and a bud light? ugh. Clearly I didn't fit with most of the women there last night.
Lucky for me... I'm gonna live much longer than them. :) sorry!
Monday, September 12, 2005
MY COLLEGE AND ALLUMNI JUNK
SO apparently there is some alumni function in DC tomarrow. Here are my isssues with it:
1) My own school didn't invite me. no email, no letter, no phone call, no nothing.
2) I will miss house, bones, and karate if I go.
3) I don't care about seeing the people that live here, especially the old ones.
4) I know they know where I live and where I work, thus they can't claim confusion on my living status. I get crap from them asking me for money all the time.
5) I don't like wine, nor do I get excited about cheese.
6) When I called them, they said, oh... that place you live isn't recognized as a dc address. WTF? Does my job address not say washington, dc? yup. It does.
7) She asked if she can send me the mail at work. Sure honey, but unless you send it out months in advance, I'm not gonna get it on time.
8) I really don't want to stand there in my suit and chat with old ladies.
9) mel is the one forcing me to go.
10) she has class so might not get to go. ugh.
1) My own school didn't invite me. no email, no letter, no phone call, no nothing.
2) I will miss house, bones, and karate if I go.
3) I don't care about seeing the people that live here, especially the old ones.
4) I know they know where I live and where I work, thus they can't claim confusion on my living status. I get crap from them asking me for money all the time.
5) I don't like wine, nor do I get excited about cheese.
6) When I called them, they said, oh... that place you live isn't recognized as a dc address. WTF? Does my job address not say washington, dc? yup. It does.
7) She asked if she can send me the mail at work. Sure honey, but unless you send it out months in advance, I'm not gonna get it on time.
8) I really don't want to stand there in my suit and chat with old ladies.
9) mel is the one forcing me to go.
10) she has class so might not get to go. ugh.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
sérieusement commençant à stimuler
Clairement là les changements circonspects sont-ils en cours de réalisation, ainsi pourquoi ne pas les explorer?
Okay so maybe I'm bored. I think today's ranting about people will be in another language, or maybe mulitple languages. should be fun:)
Okay so maybe I'm bored. I think today's ranting about people will be in another language, or maybe mulitple languages. should be fun:)
today Is my birthday.
Virgo (astrology), the sixth sign of the zodiac, symbolized by a virgin. People whose birthdays fall from August 23 to September 22 are said to be born under the sun sign of Virgo. Virgo, an earth sign, is ruled by the planet Mercury, named after the ancient Roman messenger god.
Astrologers believe that Virgoans are practical, no-nonsense people. They like to talk and are good communicators, but prefer to put their words to practical use. Thus they are not very interested in idle conversation, and they can be shy. The typical Virgoan also has a tendency to be critical. According to astrologers, Virgoans often have a great concern for health and hygiene. They also like to be well-groomed and keep their surroundings very tidy.
Astrologers consider Virgoans to be detail-oriented, analytical, intelligent, and hard-working. They handle complex tasks with seeming effortlessness because they are flexible and good organizers. They are said to be more concerned with doing their jobs well than with personal acclaim, and as a result tend to be humble. They also can be perfectionists and worry when projects or situations do not meet their high expectations. Professions traditionally associated with the sign Virgo include nursing; jobs in the service industries; health and nutrition; secretarial or office administration; teaching; and editing.
friends.
Ich habe alles Gute zum Geburtstag gehabt. Wirklich bin ich nie vorher auf meinem Geburtstag einzeln gewesen, viel weniger bearbeitet in einem Job aller Tag. Ich liebe meinen Job, meine Familie, und meine wirklichen Freunde beachten besagtes reales I. Es gibt einen Freund insbesondere, der ich für eine lange Zeit fungiere bloß wie ein Freund anstatt bin wirklich einer gefühlt habe.
Un amico è qualcuno che sappia dopo quattro anni, quello che desiderate sempre fare qualcosa per il vostro compleanno e se avete i soldi, è completamente felice di pagare la notte intera. Un amico vi non direbbe che che dovessero distendersi, ma mantenerli ha informato. Il mio amico migliore mi dirà di non essere agressive passivo perché sa che ho la capacità di regredire nella ragazza childish che rifiuta di parlare di qualche cosa. Sa anche se non la denomino ogni giorno che farò qualche cosa per lei in qualunque momento. So che sta osservando sempre fuori per me e viceversa.
Um amigo bom sabe muito sobre mim no entanto continua ainda a ser meu amigo. Sabe que eu tenho his para trás se seu ex-ex-girlfriend louco se decidir mess com ele. Deixar-me-á chamá-lo em em qualquer altura que da noite e fá-lo-á sempre me a sensação melhor; para não resolver meus problemas, mas para dar-me o hug emocional que eu necessito às vezes trabalhar tudo para fora de myself. Sabe que quando me chama trashed em 4 am, mim responder-lhe-á e conversa untill que é seguro no repouso. Um amigo não o criticará quando você pisa para trás deles untill que você figura para fora de o que está acontecendo. Sabe que você o amará sempre, e embora você não possa se transformar outro significativo, você será sempre lá para ele.
Un amico è qualcuno che sappia dopo quattro anni, quello che desiderate sempre fare qualcosa per il vostro compleanno e se avete i soldi, è completamente felice di pagare la notte intera. Un amico vi non direbbe che che dovessero distendersi, ma mantenerli ha informato. Il mio amico migliore mi dirà di non essere agressive passivo perché sa che ho la capacità di regredire nella ragazza childish che rifiuta di parlare di qualche cosa. Sa anche se non la denomino ogni giorno che farò qualche cosa per lei in qualunque momento. So che sta osservando sempre fuori per me e viceversa.
Um amigo bom sabe muito sobre mim no entanto continua ainda a ser meu amigo. Sabe que eu tenho his para trás se seu ex-ex-girlfriend louco se decidir mess com ele. Deixar-me-á chamá-lo em em qualquer altura que da noite e fá-lo-á sempre me a sensação melhor; para não resolver meus problemas, mas para dar-me o hug emocional que eu necessito às vezes trabalhar tudo para fora de myself. Sabe que quando me chama trashed em 4 am, mim responder-lhe-á e conversa untill que é seguro no repouso. Um amigo não o criticará quando você pisa para trás deles untill que você figura para fora de o que está acontecendo. Sabe que você o amará sempre, e embora você não possa se transformar outro significativo, você será sempre lá para ele.
volcano in the making.....
Good thing I don't live there....
100-square-mile bulge keeps getting bigger
Oregon oddity could be another volcano in the making
BEND, Ore. - A recent survey of a bulge that covers about 100 square miles near the South Sister indicates the area is still growing, suggesting it could be another volcano in the making or a major shift of molten rock under the center of the Cascade Range.
Recent eruptions at nearby Mount St. Helens in Washington state have rekindled interest in the annual Sisters survey and its findings.
Oregon has four of the 18 most active volcanoes in the nation — Mount Hood, Crater Lake, Newberry and South Sister.
100-square-mile bulge keeps getting bigger
Oregon oddity could be another volcano in the making
BEND, Ore. - A recent survey of a bulge that covers about 100 square miles near the South Sister indicates the area is still growing, suggesting it could be another volcano in the making or a major shift of molten rock under the center of the Cascade Range.
Recent eruptions at nearby Mount St. Helens in Washington state have rekindled interest in the annual Sisters survey and its findings.
Oregon has four of the 18 most active volcanoes in the nation — Mount Hood, Crater Lake, Newberry and South Sister.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
stripper's revolt
An angry San Diego topless dancer pulled out a knife and stabbed a customer after he refused a lap dance, police said on Thursday. 'He was in the club with some friends watching the shows when she came up and asked if he wanted a lap dance,' San Diego police Det. Gary Hassen said. 'He said no, she got upset about it, they argued back and forth. She pulled knife out of her bag and stabbed him.' A go-go dancer performs in New York. (FShannon Stapleton/Reuters) Just thought you guys might like to know. apparently lap dances are imperative.
labor day rules.
They say that you can't wear white after labor day. Does that count creme? what if you get smart and call it... "winter white" does that then cause it to be upgraded in coolness? the fact that you can keep creme or white clean in the first place should be celebrated, I think, because few people can. Thus I say if you can swing it cleanly, then get on it!
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
meaning of my last name
apparently my last name means
German: from Old High German gīsil ‘scion’ + hard ‘hardy’, ‘bold’, ‘brave’.
good to know.
German: from Old High German gīsil ‘scion’ + hard ‘hardy’, ‘bold’, ‘brave’.
good to know.
an array of pictures I've been saving ...
Labor Day in dc. goood god it was a beautiful weekend. 
that's right fellow DCers, it could be worse.
This picture speaks for itself. man I love spray paint.
JUMP JUMP!!
AW I've seen them a billion times! Memories....;)
TUESDAY:
>> South Carolina natives Jump Little Children head north and set their sights on Arlington's Iota club tonight. All classically trained at the North Carolina School of the Arts, their first songs were based in Irish folk music and Delta blues, and has evolved over the years to their current unique rock sound. 8:30, $12
TUESDAY:
>> South Carolina natives Jump Little Children head north and set their sights on Arlington's Iota club tonight. All classically trained at the North Carolina School of the Arts, their first songs were based in Irish folk music and Delta blues, and has evolved over the years to their current unique rock sound. 8:30, $12
nails, howling, symphony. and the west lawn.
On Sunday I worked. That's right, I dragged my best friend to my office and sat down for two hours on my day off to do work that had been edging upward in my mailbox. Oh boy was that fun.
Only, It was because I had someone to yell to when something made me mad, or when I forgot something. Company is a beautiful thing. I think its those times when I'm supremely happy I have friends, and I am saddened at the same time.
Actually, I think a breakdown of my weekend might elucidate that reaction to friend-time.
Friday, i got my nails done. That's right I sat in that massaging squishy chair while it rubbed out all of the rememberance of my week, had my feet and hands tended to by Michelle, to whom I gave a very large tip for being so nice to me and having to touch my feet (because anyone that does that and doesn't talk badly about me in vietnamese deserves a handsome reward) (note to self: work on learning vietnamese, because it's a requirement for those who want nice nails without having to do it yourself) I do however think its quite funny that the *itchy woman sitting next to me was getting cussed out in disguise, and michelle and I laughed through the whole thing as she explained to me what was happening.
Then I went to Targe' and got the last kanye cd, a book, and miss congeniality 2, because my dad has been dying to see it, that's right... my doctor/engineer father loves those dumb girlie movies that I sometimes watch. (It's not hard to love a man that loves legally blonde) Moved on to the grocery store and home.
Good times. Then spent the rest of the night with the rents. (still made me feel slightly lonely, as it wsa my first night home in a very long time) But, saturday came around, a trip to the bank, coffee, and a stop for a bag-o-ice. Then off to the AIRSHOW!!! I love airshows. (normally) In non-war times, an airshow is teeming with pretty/polished/buff men in uniform, tending to prop-jobs and other jets... *sigh* I love planes. Always have, and if I could see? I would be flying them right now, after having graduated from the naval academy. alas, I am not. But I can assure you that as knowledge of aircraft and females goes, I know more than most.
That's why I was sad to see that the formations were off during the blue angels performance. #3!!!! get your stuff together! where was the quick-stick movement? You made me want to cry. It's your whole job, you have sucked up for probably 5 years to get where you are #3, and you are slow the whole time? even your inverted diamond left much to be desired! For god's sake man! You are the Navy's PR. #'s 1-6 are the show guys, and we know you are probably a bit bitter that you aren't graced the new 18's yet, with the bigger wing expanses, but don't be bitter, you sucked up to long for that. grrrrr....
Anyway, it was fun, except for one glaring aspect. I was the only attendee in my group without a date. yea, ma&dad, then my bro&barbie. Both couples were adoreable, and made for each other. and then me. Thanks guys, really helpin with that... tina is supersingle thing. Kissing, hugging and handholding was everywhere. I kept picturing that scene from dodgeball:
White Goodman: We should mate.
Kate Veatch: What?
White Goodman: Date! We should date some time. Socially. Go out and kick it.
[looks like she's choking]
White Goodman: Are you okay?
Kate Veatch: I'm fine. I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
White Goodman: In some cultures, they only eat vomit. I never been there, but I read about it... *in a book*.
Then showered and went to b-more. I will howl at the moon anyday. I had a blast even if it my party was plagued with emphazema, and special "K" had her entire familial unit there. Whatever, I think the most entertaining part was the walk to the water with SARS and her cough. "NO WE ARE NOT IN A BRIDAL PARTY!" I swear we have blinking neon signs stating where we lived previously. Always entertaining.
Sunday was work with SARS, then I took her to lunch for being cool enough to sit while I ranted at my employer. Then to the most expensive mall ever, and the most beautiful dress I've ever seen at neimans. too babd I'm not a size four. Let me tell you though, that dress would make me consider workin down to that size just to wear it. Although, SARS pointed out that It's one of those dresses where everyone would be noticing the beauty of the dress rather than the wearer. So true.
Then a return trip to "sprung" and back on the road to the symphony. It was beautiful. the sun was setting, the music was calming, and the view was breathtaking, even for a seasoned dcer like myself.
The weekend made me sad, because as I explained to brez at 4am, I don't want a billion dates. I'm not good at dating. frankly I suck at it. :) I'm not bitter about it or anything, I do think that it will provide me with problems, but I don't care. I'm not complicated enough to maintain mulitple mini-relationships. I don't have the memory to remember my own birthday, much less someone's I've had dinner with twice. I'm no "Player".
If I had a dramatic life, or even a less busy one, I might be able to work it out, but I'm tired. I get up early, work, then think about work when I'm not there. I like it. I still wish I had someone that wasn't crazy that I could cuddle up to when I felt bad. Even love. I guess untill you have had that, you can't really miss it. Too bad I have had it, and I would give alot to have that comfort again.
PS. anyone like to comment on how important a "rebound" person is?
Only, It was because I had someone to yell to when something made me mad, or when I forgot something. Company is a beautiful thing. I think its those times when I'm supremely happy I have friends, and I am saddened at the same time.
Actually, I think a breakdown of my weekend might elucidate that reaction to friend-time.
Friday, i got my nails done. That's right I sat in that massaging squishy chair while it rubbed out all of the rememberance of my week, had my feet and hands tended to by Michelle, to whom I gave a very large tip for being so nice to me and having to touch my feet (because anyone that does that and doesn't talk badly about me in vietnamese deserves a handsome reward) (note to self: work on learning vietnamese, because it's a requirement for those who want nice nails without having to do it yourself) I do however think its quite funny that the *itchy woman sitting next to me was getting cussed out in disguise, and michelle and I laughed through the whole thing as she explained to me what was happening.
Then I went to Targe' and got the last kanye cd, a book, and miss congeniality 2, because my dad has been dying to see it, that's right... my doctor/engineer father loves those dumb girlie movies that I sometimes watch. (It's not hard to love a man that loves legally blonde) Moved on to the grocery store and home.
Good times. Then spent the rest of the night with the rents. (still made me feel slightly lonely, as it wsa my first night home in a very long time) But, saturday came around, a trip to the bank, coffee, and a stop for a bag-o-ice. Then off to the AIRSHOW!!! I love airshows. (normally) In non-war times, an airshow is teeming with pretty/polished/buff men in uniform, tending to prop-jobs and other jets... *sigh* I love planes. Always have, and if I could see? I would be flying them right now, after having graduated from the naval academy. alas, I am not. But I can assure you that as knowledge of aircraft and females goes, I know more than most.
That's why I was sad to see that the formations were off during the blue angels performance. #3!!!! get your stuff together! where was the quick-stick movement? You made me want to cry. It's your whole job, you have sucked up for probably 5 years to get where you are #3, and you are slow the whole time? even your inverted diamond left much to be desired! For god's sake man! You are the Navy's PR. #'s 1-6 are the show guys, and we know you are probably a bit bitter that you aren't graced the new 18's yet, with the bigger wing expanses, but don't be bitter, you sucked up to long for that. grrrrr....
Anyway, it was fun, except for one glaring aspect. I was the only attendee in my group without a date. yea, ma&dad, then my bro&barbie. Both couples were adoreable, and made for each other. and then me. Thanks guys, really helpin with that... tina is supersingle thing. Kissing, hugging and handholding was everywhere. I kept picturing that scene from dodgeball:
White Goodman: We should mate.
Kate Veatch: What?
White Goodman: Date! We should date some time. Socially. Go out and kick it.
[looks like she's choking]
White Goodman: Are you okay?
Kate Veatch: I'm fine. I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
White Goodman: In some cultures, they only eat vomit. I never been there, but I read about it... *in a book*.
Then showered and went to b-more. I will howl at the moon anyday. I had a blast even if it my party was plagued with emphazema, and special "K" had her entire familial unit there. Whatever, I think the most entertaining part was the walk to the water with SARS and her cough. "NO WE ARE NOT IN A BRIDAL PARTY!" I swear we have blinking neon signs stating where we lived previously. Always entertaining.
Sunday was work with SARS, then I took her to lunch for being cool enough to sit while I ranted at my employer. Then to the most expensive mall ever, and the most beautiful dress I've ever seen at neimans. too babd I'm not a size four. Let me tell you though, that dress would make me consider workin down to that size just to wear it. Although, SARS pointed out that It's one of those dresses where everyone would be noticing the beauty of the dress rather than the wearer. So true.
Then a return trip to "sprung" and back on the road to the symphony. It was beautiful. the sun was setting, the music was calming, and the view was breathtaking, even for a seasoned dcer like myself.
The weekend made me sad, because as I explained to brez at 4am, I don't want a billion dates. I'm not good at dating. frankly I suck at it. :) I'm not bitter about it or anything, I do think that it will provide me with problems, but I don't care. I'm not complicated enough to maintain mulitple mini-relationships. I don't have the memory to remember my own birthday, much less someone's I've had dinner with twice. I'm no "Player".
If I had a dramatic life, or even a less busy one, I might be able to work it out, but I'm tired. I get up early, work, then think about work when I'm not there. I like it. I still wish I had someone that wasn't crazy that I could cuddle up to when I felt bad. Even love. I guess untill you have had that, you can't really miss it. Too bad I have had it, and I would give alot to have that comfort again.
PS. anyone like to comment on how important a "rebound" person is?
Friday, September 02, 2005
Thursday, September 01, 2005
WAWA is a wonderful place.
Okay for those of you not from jersey,md,va,and other various places... WAWA is a gas station. Not just any gas station. It is actually my daily haunt, the gas station to trump all other gas stations. Wawa has everything you need, from deli pickles, MTO sandwiches/wraps etc, to every flavor of Ben&jerrys you could want and the best part is, it's 24-hrs.
That's right when I come home from the bars? It's waiting for me with some daves majic flavor B&J ice cream and some yoohoo.
Its there for me everymorning when I need coffee before I start my long commute.
I've picked up guys, and this morning I even got picked up. (amazing, as I had only been awake roughly 20 min, and it was very very early) I personally find it amazing that happened. I was blasting "Domestic, light, and cold" by Dierks Bentley, because it doesn't require brain-power to enjoy, and got my 16 oz of french vanilla drip.
Hoping it would taste like the nice draft in the song, to no avail.
But I did manage to get a number. crazyness.
That's right when I come home from the bars? It's waiting for me with some daves majic flavor B&J ice cream and some yoohoo.
Its there for me everymorning when I need coffee before I start my long commute.
I've picked up guys, and this morning I even got picked up. (amazing, as I had only been awake roughly 20 min, and it was very very early) I personally find it amazing that happened. I was blasting "Domestic, light, and cold" by Dierks Bentley, because it doesn't require brain-power to enjoy, and got my 16 oz of french vanilla drip.
Hoping it would taste like the nice draft in the song, to no avail.
But I did manage to get a number. crazyness.
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