Who do you work for?

Unconditional Love

2006-11-20T06:18:00.000-05:00

Alice has recently discovered that she can sit on my desk and look out my window into the backyard.

I like to imagine she's watching the sunrise.

Two months, eh?

2006-10-28T04:40:00.000-04:00

Robin: it's a much cuter picture with my cousin in it, but there's no way i'm posting a picture of my cousin online where creepy people could get to it
Robin: 'cause then i'd have to castrate them personally
Robin: and that's gross
Linda: you are so weird

Dear Vincent from Project Runway,

2006-09-07T17:36:00.000-04:00

Stop saying things like "It turns me on" and hitting on the famous French designer chick. It's not cool, it's not sexy, you are not Austin Powers, you sound like a giant perv and everytime I hear the words "It turns me on" come out of your mouth it makes me want to punch you in the face.

All my love,
Robin

2006-08-27T01:36:00.000-04:00

You know you're having too much fun when you laugh so hard you fall back and wind up with a big bump on your head.

2006-08-12T01:39:00.000-04:00

The amount of people I've had to say goodbye to this summer is completely depressing.

Quandry

2006-08-06T02:42:00.000-04:00

If someone could explain to me why I always get hungry right as I'm trying to go to sleep, I'd owe you a hug.

*I'm not sure if I spelled or used "quandry" right. If I'm wrong, please accept my deepest apologies.

**I get wordy when I need to sleep. I'm also typing with only one eye open. Special.

***I also posted this on Myspace because I'm needy.

****I accidently spelled "Quandry" as "Q!uandry" at first and I think it looks slightly cool. More words should have exclamation points in them.

*****Too...many...asterisks!!!!!!!

Gratuitous Cute Kitten Picture Below

2006-08-02T04:15:00.000-04:00

I wish I could sleep in a kitten pile...

Picture courtesy of Cute Overload

While I'm at it, my charity for July was this organization that helps animals in Israel. Charity is good for you, go do something nice. If you do, maybe you'll get to sleep in a kitten pile, too. Aw.

Been tryin' to meet you...

2006-08-02T01:51:00.000-04:00

Part of what's really difficult with a public blog is the fact that it's..well...public. People (hopefully?) read it. So when you really just want to go off on something or someone, you can't. I mean, you can, but if you do there'll definitely be consequences which kinda blows. Sometimes I think everyone should have a venting buddy who you can email in time of crisis or hissy fit with every scathing mean whiny mopey bit of crap that you need to get off your chest. You can always post it somewhere anonymously, of course, but sometimes that's just not enough. Sometimes you're cranky and you want to OWN your crankiness. You want to rip something to shreds and you want someone to know you did it. That's part of why I think I couldn't ever do the post secret thing...at least the way it's intended. I'd always feel the urge to say to someone "See that one...that was me".

This is entirely random. I'm off to check silly websites and play silly internet games. Later.

2006-07-26T23:05:00.000-04:00

The fact that they already made a wax replica of Baby Brangelina at Madame Tussaud's makes me sad in the place my heart should be.

That fact that I'm blogging about it only makes it sadder.

Chewey would make a kick-ass drummer...

2006-07-19T06:15:00.000-04:00

It was brought to my attention that I haven't updated in awhile, and as I can't sleep I decided to just write about some stuff that's run through my head lately:

I noticed that sometimes I'll worry a specific person won't like me because I'm Jewish. It's often in a situation where I really know nothing about the person except something like their nationality or religion. There is an Egyptian man in my summer class and even though I have no real reason to believe he'd have any ill-will towards a Jewish person, when I found out he was from the Egypt I automatically wondered if he would dislike me because I'm Jewish. This doesn't only happen with people from Egypt or middle eastern countries, sometimes it happens with Catholics or Muslims or just anyone who I have even the slightest reason to think they wouldn't like Jews. I wonder if this is some kind of crazy reverse racism? Should I worry about someone not liking me because of my heritage simply based on their heritage? The world is crazy and I think I've been infected.

In other news, my mother just woke up and asked me an obnoxious question about something I didn't want to think about. Mm, that's what I get for living at home.

I'm doing laundry at 6 AM. I realized lately that I don't pay much attention to what I wear and just kinda throw things on when I go out. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. I've also noticed that most of my wardrobe has become very plain boring things that I bought because they easily go with anything or for a previous job. Now I fear throwing them out 'cause...they're things I can wear when I'm feeling lazy, which is all the time, because I can be. Vicious cycle!!!

I've gone to Rutgers twice in the past like..three days. I think part of the reason I hated going down to Rutgers so much before was 'cause it was usually only for parties, and I'm not really a party person. They're alright, but I don't usually leave feeling like, "Yay, I had a great time!" but more like "I'm glad I got out of the house for awhile". Probably because I usually only know one or two people at those parties and there's lots of drinking, which I don't mind, but people then think I'm really weird because I'm not really interested in getting wasted. If I'm just hanging out with a few people, watching TV or going out to eat, I have a lot more fun, which makes me want to go more often. The drive is still a pain in the ass, though. It's just far away enough to be annoying.

That last paragraph had an insane amount of pointless commas but there's no way I'm going to try and fix it.

My Spanish teacher said that Math and Grammar are very similar, and I really don't get it. Math is math. It's right or it's wrong. Grammar has like a million different exceptions and often changes with the time. Plus, if you use the wrong form of "your" you probably won't end up exploding something. That sometimes happens with math. I swear.

I can't find my nail clipper which is so not good. I think I could probably use my big toenail as a weapon currently. Mm. Ladylike.

I think I'm almost at the point where I really need a haircut. Sigh. Spending money on something I usually end up hating for the first three weeks I have it. Oh well.

Extra random: Very often when I'm listening to a new song in the car, I'll think about whether or not I'd want to put it in a movie if I was a director and what kind of scene I'd want to match it with.

Now that I've written some of this crap down, maybe I'll be able to sleep. Like in Harry Potter when Dumbldore has too many thoughts so he just takes some out of his head and saves them for later...

....Right. Harry Potter references = time to try sleeping again. Good Night (morning).

(edited 'cause I mistakenly said Egypt was the in the middle east, but it's in Africa...good thing I'm not in geography)

Charity

2006-07-03T01:51:00.000-04:00

Charity for June:

American Diabetes Association. My Mom has diabetes. Not fun. Help get rid of it.

2006-06-28T23:36:00.000-04:00

Today at work...an old woman came in...wearing nothing but an open vest...and a SPORTS BRA.

Dear lord, my eyes!!!

Bon Voyage!!

2006-06-21T22:53:00.000-04:00

Linda is leaving for Italy and will be gone for over a month. Brooke is moving away in a couple of weeks. Add these together and you get one mopey Robin.

But I want Linda to have a wonderful time in Italy and for Brooke to be happy in Connecticut. And Linda will be back in August and Brooke* will visit a bunch (because I will MAKE HER). Must remember that.

So since Linda is leaving soonest I will write this:

Have an amazing time in Italy, Linda, and take pictures and have yummy food and good memories and if possible bring me back a cute Italian boy. Or a tee shirt. Or a cute Italian boy in a tee shirt. Either/or.

I love you, sweetie!

Muah!

*Brookie gets a special message when it's closer to her leaving. I'm writing Linda's now 'cause I'm going away for the weekend and don't know when I'll have time at a computer before she goes.

An Ode to the Best Jeans Ever

2006-06-11T01:44:00.000-04:00

I ripped my favorite jeans and it nearly made me cry. They ripped right under the back pocket so it's not something easily fixed or ignored. They are the only jeans I've been able to find in years that aren't super-freaking-look-at-my-uterus-low-rise. I'm sorry, I know people like low rise jeans, and on many people they look great, but I am just so uncomfortable in them and I don't think I even look that good in them. I like jeans I can pull on and run and jump and bend over and work and play and be me in and not have to think about till the end of the day when I take 'em off. I don't want to show off my cute thongs (which I don't wear) or my bad ass lower back tattoo (which I don't have). I'm a well proportioned girl, I believe, but I don't have sexy curvy Jennifer Lopez hips. I'm fine with that, I like my body, but I can't find a damn pair of low rise jeans that actually want to stay put. They slip even lower than they're actually supposed to go 'cause I'm just not built to wear them. Even with a belt I still end up having to pull the damn things up all day. That or I have to make my belt so tight that it leaves a mark when I take it off. Ow. I don't want super high mom jeans. Just not super low ones. The problem is that the people making and selling these jeans seem to think that all women are built like J.Lo or Beyonce. I'm a skinny white girl. I barely have hips. I have practically no ass. It just ain't happening. But last year (or was it two years ago?) I found jeans that were perfect! They sat on the perfect place on my hips. I could sit down comfortably and not worry that anyone could see my underwear, but still be somewhat fashionable. I didn't have to pull them up all the time. They were perfect and wonderful and I could just slip them on and feel comfortable and confident and like me. What more could a girl want from her jeans? Now they are ripped and sad. Woe is me and my ripped jeans.

R.I.P. Fantastic jeans. You made me oh so happy. I'm sorry I didn't do something to prevent you from ripping.

(I'm thinking of trying to sew them up or patch them. I couldn't really wear them to a party or to work, but at least I could wear them when I'm just hanging around. I dunno. A pair of jeans with a patch on the ass just don't seem to build as much confidence in me as my perfect jeans pre-rip.)

*Yes, I did just write an entire entry about my jeans. If you read the whole thing, thanks, that was nice of you and I appreciate it. If you think I'm silly...well...clearly you have not been paying attention to my blog previously or you would have realized that by now. G'night. :-)

Dear Citizens of New Jersey,

2006-06-07T21:44:00.000-04:00

I would like to introduce you to this nifty little thing called a crosswalk. When a person is standing directly in front of a crosswalk, it usually means that they'd like to cross the street. This is your cue to stop your fucking car and let them cross. This does not depend on how much of a rush you're in or how big or fancy your car is. Stop. Your fucking. Car. Do not drive past while glaring at the person as if to say "This is MY street and I'll run over your toes if I damn well please".

I'd also like to remind people walking in the crosswalk that it is impolite to take your sweet time dialing your cell phone/checking the time/readjusting your headphones/showing off your pimp walk or any other such slow ass obnoxious behaviour as you cross the street. You may have the right of way, but the person in that car in front of you could easily run your ass down in a second flat so watch your back.

Thank you for your time, and remember, don't be an asshole, you could wind up in a suit case in the reservation. This is Jersey, after all.

All my love,
Robin

P.S. Littering sucks, too. I saw this kid drop his Dunkin Donuts cup on someone's lawn this morning on his way to school and I had to struggle not to yell "I hope you get herpes" at him. That's probably a little extreme for tossing a coffee cup...but only a little...

Charity

2006-05-29T00:41:00.000-04:00

By now you've most likely heard about the earthquake in Indonesia this week. Here is a list of charities you can donate to that are trying to help:

Help out earthquake victims in Indonesia

Please go out and help someone today.

An Inconvenient Truth

2006-05-25T02:57:00.000-04:00

I like Al Gore.

And I don't like global warming. And the fact that I like Al Gore shouldn't really have much to do with that.

And it sucks that some people are trying to turn Al Gore's new documentary "An Inconvenient Truth" into a big political mess and are against it just 'cause it's Al Gore. The environment's important whether you're a liberal or conservative or completely oblivious to politics.

Anyway, "An Inconvenient Truth" looks both scary and interesting. Here's a link to the site: climatecrisis.net It has some interesting ideas about reducing the negative impact people have on the environment. Simple things like turning off the lights when you leave a room and lowering your thermostat. Check it out.

We'd have beautiful babies...

2006-05-24T05:30:00.000-04:00

Robin: Kait, what size nose ring do you wear?
Kait: 16 I think, why?*
Robin: 'Cause I wanted to get you one.
Kait:...why?
Robin: ..Father's Day.
Kait: But I wanted a day planner! Or a tie with a keyboard on it!
Robin: Alright, alright, I'll get you a day planner AND a nose ring.

*I may have gotten that wrong 'cause I don't know jack** about nose ring sizes.

**Yeah, I said it. Eat me.

2006-05-23T23:46:00.000-04:00

When did Nelly Furtado get kinda slutty?

grar

2006-05-21T15:44:00.000-04:00

How many times can you yell at someone about the same damn thing before they get it?!

*emo much?

2006-05-20T04:39:00.000-04:00

Linda: I have chocolate in my purse. I have dark chocolate and milk chocolate and chocolate with almonds.
Robin: Why do you have chocolate in your purse?
Linda: In case I want some. And to give to my Grandkids.

Robin <3's Linda

Totally Psycho

2006-05-20T04:15:00.000-04:00

So...I got bored and decided to type in my blog address to google and found this:

Was browsing some other blogs out there stumbled across this one. She is totally pyscho but makes for a good guilty pleasure type read. http://www.typicalbrunette2002.blogspot.com

....I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult but I'm pretty damn amused. Am I really totally psycho?

Seriously, where the fuck IS Carteret?

2006-05-20T01:31:00.000-04:00

I will do a phone post...really....in the meantime, here's some stuff that happened:

1. Tonight I got really really lost coming back from New Brunswick 'cause I'm awesome. I ended up in Carteret, then thought I was doing well finding my way back...and ended up in Bayonne. But I got home so it's all good.

2. The reason I was in NB in the first place was because I desperately wanted to see Da Vinci Code on the night it came out and forced Linda to go with me (seriously, there was yelling involved...and bribery...naked bribery...no, just kidding...only yelling). Except that stupid Loews was sold out and the next open showing was too late. Fucker. I neeeeed to see that movie.

We went to a diner instead and had an annoying waiter who gave me the wrong dessert and didn't want to pay attention to us. He was kinda busy, though, so maybe we were just mean.

3. The other night Brooke, Kait, and I had a sleepover. I was thinking I should bring chips or ice cream or something. Brooke and Kait decided to bring liquor instead. Definitely a better idea than cheese doodles. So we all got drunk (yes, I actually got drunk...but only kinda...though being around two other drunk girls definitely made me feel it more) and thought it would be a great idea to put on Oakley's (Brooke's roommate/ex boyfriend) clothes. And take pictures. There now exists on a couple of places on the internet pictures of Kait, Brooke, and I all wearing Oakley's boxers over our pants. Hot.

Also, while drunk I decided that Brooke's teapot rocked my world. No innuendo, I was really talking about a tea pot.

I also learned that Clay won't bring you nachos when you're drunk. Uncool man, uncool.

Time to go do something else. Night.

2006-05-18T23:35:00.000-04:00

By the way, it's possible that I only want a certain perfume because Rachel Weiss is in the ads for it. Such is my love for Rachel.

2006-05-18T23:28:00.000-04:00

Phone post later, maybe? 'Cause I'm too lazy to put together anything well written and stream of conciousness is way more fun in vocal form.

Dressed in yella...

2006-05-13T03:24:00.000-04:00

I think I'm going stir crazy. I haven't had an actual vacation in....um....well...since last July when I went to California, and most of that time was spent with my grandmother, so I don't know if I really consider that a vacation. Going slightly mad.

I need to go awaaaay. I need fresh air. And fun. I'm at a point where I get personally insulted hearing my friends talk about going fun places and doing fun things. "I went to three different parties tonight and an amusement park in the morning!" "Oh..um...I went to work and then watched CSI DVD's for a few hours...and tomorrow I'm..going back to work". It's like Cinderella listening to her step sisters plan for the ball or something. Except a really cranky Cinderella with no fairy godmother and no prince charming and no singing mice to help me clean my room.

Yep. It's official. Once I start making Cinderella references I've officially lost it.

I shouldn't get all cranky when someone tells me about having fun, I'm just bitter and competetive, especially with certain people. "I had a better time than you did, na na na na na".

Like I said, I need a vacation.

Least I got to see Mari today. Yay! And she's gonna be working nearby, double yay!

Off I go. I suck at going to sleep on time. Night.

2006-05-08T15:29:00.000-04:00

If there's anything that I can't stand, it's listening to some chubby middle aged man monotonously reading the backs of movie covers to his 10 year old.

2006-05-08T14:38:00.000-04:00

This weekend I saw a girl steal a shirt.

That's all for now. Bye. :-)

2006-04-28T16:33:00.000-04:00

Today a man asked me, "If my movies are late, do I get spanked?"

::shudder::

Eugh.

I feel dirty.

No, sir, when you sexually harass the video store clerk I'm afraid all you get is a kick in the teeth.

If you're lucky. If you're unlucky, it won't be the teeth.

Eugh.

A lesson...

2006-04-26T02:33:00.000-04:00

My mom's immediate family and extended family had a big feud when she was younger. We don't speak to most of the extended family anymore. I've never even met any of my mother's family besides my grandmother, aunt, great-grandfather (when I was a baby) and my great aunt's family (all of two or three times).

Because of this, when I was younger, my mom made it clear to me that you must make peace with people before you leave an argument or yucky situation. We were at a party and a friend of mine and I had ganged up on another one of our friends and were picking on her. She told me I had to apologize and make it right before we left because her family never made up and she never spoke to any of them again. That really stuck with me.

This is why even to this day, if I have an argument with a friend and we do not make up and be nice to each other before going our seperate ways it REALLY bothers me. Stupid argument, serious argument, I don't care, I hate it. It makes me all unhappy and twitchy and feel unnecessarily bad.

So I don't get people who want to not talk about things and make them right. I've been in the middle of heart wrenching arguments with people where I'm sobbing and desperate to just make things better and they'll want to stop talking and just go to bed. I just don't understand that. I just can't do that. How can you just stop and leave it? If you don't fix it, it just keeps going, and why would you want to keep feeling that way for longer than you had to, even if you are tired?

I do understand the need for taking a break from an argument and cooling down so you can be clearer and not hurt each other unnecessarily. But it's important that before you leave you make it clear that even if you're fighting you still care for each other and don't want to hurt each other, that you need some time to calm down and think, and that the subject will be continued later. What I can't deal with is when one party is clearly distraught and the other just leaves the argument altogether because they don't want to deal with it anymore and the other person be damned. That's wrong and unfair and it's happened to me too many times.

This is all very out of nowhere, but I just realized I've never really made my feelings on this sort of thing very clear. Maybe if I explain them, people will understand better. Please don't just leave someone you care about in distress, even if you are mad at them for the moment. That's all I really had to say.

G'night.

Something about his face stuck in a pizza...

2006-04-24T02:58:00.000-04:00

It's three in the morning and I am bored. Bored bored bored. And kind of hungry (again).

I just watched "Good Night and Good Luck" and I'm afraid I must say...eh. It felt a bit too impersonal to me. It was interesting, but I guess not really what I was looking for tonight. I noticed that in "Confessions of a Dangerous Mind" as well, it all felt slightly cold, like I couldn't completely get myself to really care much about the characters. It works if that's what you're going for, if you care more about the subject itself than the people involved, but I guess I like movies better when I can become more invested in the characters. I dunno, maybe I'll like it more after I've had some time to process it. That happens with some movies.

Anyway, no one actually wants to read my reviews of movies. Especially when they're Oscar nominated and I go "eh" at them. What do I know?

It's 3 AM and there should be more people awake to play with me, damnit. Sometimes I wish I could live in a big apartment building with all my friends and then if it's 3 in the morning and some of us are awake we could all just pile into someones living room in our pajamas and watch TV or have silly 3 in the morning conversations.

Kait and Clay went out to Applebee's with me last night after work to help me destress after a long day. They even came by and met me at work while I was closing up (though they decided it'd be funny to unlock the door and walk in and yell things and I screamed really loud 'cause that door was supposed to be locked damnit). I am ever so grateful to them. That was lots of fun and very yummy, even if I did eat too much and get a tummy ache later. And later in the week I hopefully will be doing something with Brooke. Maybe something involving a bar. We'll be cool chicks who hang out in a bar and discuss very important things...like how lame the final seasons of X Files were. Or kitties. Whichever.

It's officially Jake's birthday. Happy Birthday, Jake!

I should try and sleep. I could really use a vacation. Night.

Sigh

2006-04-23T18:38:00.000-04:00

I am really really hungry. I'm at work. More places in town should deliver. The only place that does is the Japanese place and I don't want Japanese food. Sigh.

Also, I just yelled at a guy for putting a movie through the mail slot while we're open. Now I kinda fear he's going to come back and tell me off. He said it was 'cause he had a kid in the car and had to watch the kid. My feeling is that take your kid out of the damn car or walk inside for the literally extra two seconds it would take to return them inside. Just 'cause you have a kid doesn't give you special rule breaking privileges.

Blogger spell check sucks, btw.

Now some woman just called me and just completely flipped out over the fact that her dvd's are a day late. I wonder what she acts like when her period's late. Geez.

I really want a turkey burger, damnit. I can order from this place that delivers, but they take FOREVER and it costs a lot and the last time I did the delivery guy gave me a nasty look when he finally got here like "Ugh, you made me come all the way down here". Fuck you, delivery man. That's your job. And you have an ugly beard.

I'm so done with school. Too bad school isn't ACTUALLY done for another two weeks.

I just was about to cave and call the delivery place only to realize they're closed today. Grr. I ate a kitkat. It really didn't help.

Sigh.

2006-04-22T02:31:00.000-04:00

Sigh.

I want to write.

I just can't think of a damn thing to write about.

I really really hate that.

Charity

2006-04-21T23:47:00.000-04:00

www.savedarfur.org

You've heard about it. Do something.

Spring is in the air...

2006-04-19T03:11:00.000-04:00

It's 3 in the morning. Either the baby across the street had a nightmare and is wailing it's head off or those cats outside are having sex again.

Something weird:

2006-04-16T17:00:00.000-04:00

Being an only child who always wanted siblings and then seeing some random picture of a person online who doesn't look exactly like you, but could definitely be your sister. Makes me wish I had a sister all over again.

2006-04-08T12:38:00.000-04:00

It's like a hamster washing machine!!

Was totally coherced into posting these...did I spell that right?

2006-04-08T01:53:00.000-04:00

Brooke and I painted Easter Eggs tonight!!!

(P.S. Kaity, we wanted to invite you but started late and then had to make an unexpected pathmark run and then were dumb and didn't remember that you weren't working until later. We're sorry!!! We must have a girls day soon, yes please? Loves you!)

We made a V for Vendetta egg (which I want to go see again 'cause it's amazing! Eeee!):

And then just had fun with all the pretty colors. And stickers. And glitter! We had glitter!

Then we tried taking pictures of the cats. Leia is the such a little supermodel. She's like, "Where is my trailer and my evian?"

Plus her tail is the best thing ever. It's like someone crossed a pig with a cat and it came out as pure adorableness:

Spacey seems to like me better than Leia. He's such a sweetie. I blinded the poor little guy with the flash though, but now we have these really funny blinky pics:

Okay, done with the pics overload. Went shopping with Linda today as well. So much fun. Friends are great. Off I go. Night!

Are you like a crazy person or something?

2006-04-07T02:07:00.000-04:00

1. V for Vendetta is a fantastic movie and Hugo Weaving is an amazing actor for being able to emote through a MASK for an entire movie.

2. I'm sleepy and don't have much else to say, but I felt like listing. Whee.

3. I get to see Linda tomorrow!! Yay!! ::hugs Linda::

= best

2006-04-06T18:32:00.000-04:00

Meredith Vierra's taking over for Kaity Couric?

Um. Ew.

Ann Curry still = best.

Tasty metal...

2006-04-04T18:12:00.000-04:00

So here's what's been up.

Most of the week I've been waking up feeling kinda weird, dizzy and headachey and such. By Thursday I was freaked out enough by it to go to the doctor who sent me for a blood test (mm, pleasant) and it turns out I'm anemic. Not a big surprise since my diet sucks and I eat lots of junk and barely ever have red meat or veggies. Yeah....seriously, I'm dumb.

Anyway, I'm going to be taking iron supplements but I was wondering if anyone had any ideas for good food that has iron in it that doesn't taste like dirt. I'd greatly appreciate anyone's ideas.

Also, Jake already made lame Magneto jokes at me so there's no need to embarass yourselves. ;-)

Later.

2006-04-01T23:07:00.000-05:00

So it's April Fools Day...

24 years ago today my parents were sitting in a resturant, and the topic of marriage was being discussed. Finally my dad said, "Why don't we just get married?"

In response my mother looked at the clock, saw it was still April 1st and said,

"Is this a joke?"

And thus their engagement began.

True story.

Explains a lot about my family, huh?

Hee hee.

2006-03-29T01:49:00.000-05:00

American Cancer Society

Too many people die from cancer. Please help.

Legal

2006-03-29T00:53:00.000-05:00

Someone really ought to do a "Juggernaut Bitch" on Inuyasha.

I really need a haircut.

Oh, right, birthday stuff! So Sunday Kait, Clay, Brooke and I went out to celebrate my birthday. It was fantastically fun, really just an awesome night. We dressed up (for no apparent reason other than I said we should) and went bowling. We saw Taria there who is awesome and let us bowl cheap! Yay Taria! Thank you!

After bowling we went to Friday's, where those crazy pirate pictures were taken. All night Clay, Brooke, and Kait had been all excited to give me presents and I didn't really understand why they were so impatient about it until Clay pulled out a package of eyepatches and fake earrings. The rule was that we HAD to wear them while I opened my presents. AND, since I was the birthday girl, I got a blow up parrot to wear on my shoulder! It was hilarious, seriously, that moment alone made the night completely amazing. Our waitress was really nice and got quite a laugh when she came back to bring us our drinks and suddenly we all had eyepatches on.

They got me some really cool stuff. Clay got me an orange tee shirt of a guy bringing out some food and saying "Get 'Em While They're Hot!" (I described it badly, but it's a great shirt and I'm sooo not wearing it to work...I get enough comments just wearing my Elmo shirt...must save it for a night out) and a pretty sweater. Kait got me a pen which lights up and blows bubbles and has a stamp and a duck on it. GREATEST. PEN. EVER. Omg I flipped out over it. I must find something special to write with it. Heh. She also got me a really pretty necklace that went perfectly with my outfit (hooray! Kait also supplied us all with sparkly necklaces to make us feel really dressed up...they also went really well with the whole pirate theme) and a lovely CD case. And before I say what Brooke got me, lemme just explain that while we were bowling we of course made up dumb names to type in the machine, and for some reason they all decided to put me as Wonder Woman (actually, the first name they put for me was "Birfday slizut") and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why. But when I got Brooke's present it all made much more sense. She got me a piggy bank, but it's not a piggy, it's Wonder Woman!!! It's so great! I feel like I need to clean up my room just so it's respectable enough for my Wonder Woman bank. Hahah. She also got me a My Little Pony birthday card which I swooned over because I never had a My Little Pony when I was little and always wanted one (I can't believe she remembered that, haha)!

The waitress, as I said before, was really really nice. She didn't even flinch at the pirate get ups and when I told her I was going to be turning 21 in half an hour and could I maybe order my drink now (I didn't want to make everyone wait around half an hour just so I could have a drink I probably wouldn't finish when I legally turned 21 at midnight) she went "OH! Why didn't you tell me earlier?!" and ran off to get my mudslide (which was okay, but I barely drank any of 'cause I suck, heh). We left her a note saying "You are the nicest waitress EVER <3 The Pirate Table" (Kait and I have a history of leaving waitresses notes, hehe).

The night ended off with drunken Wario Ware (did I get the name right?) at Clay's house. Well, Kait and Brooke were drunk, Clay and I were perfectly goofy all on our own. That was seriously one of the funniest things EVER. Drunken Kaity is HILARIOUS. I <3 you, Kaity! And Brooke! And Clay! We ended up all pretty much sucking at the game (except Clay, who has annoying magic video game powers) and calling each other really vulgar names and it was oh so much fun.

And so, to close, here is a picture of me with my very first drink as an (almost) 21 year old (and yes, I know it looks like a bowl of ice cream, shut up):

P.S. I think I've definitely hit my limit on picture posting for about a month. Seriously, I'm such a picture whore this week. Sorry!

Birthday...other stuff like explanations to be added later...

2006-03-27T03:01:00.000-05:00

2006-03-27T02:55:00.000-05:00

I think this pretty much sums up my fantastic birthday celebration with Kait, Clay, and Brooke:

I love my friends. :-D Thank you Kait, Brooke, and Clay for one of the best birthday's EVER! More pictures later.

(And it wasn't even really my birthday yet! <3)

2006-03-24T02:10:00.000-05:00

I say "like" way more than I ever thought I did....scary.

2006-03-21T15:15:00.000-05:00

Grown adults who sniffle loudly and repeatedly should be required to carry tissues where ever they go. Grr.

(especially when they're sniffling loudly while looking up Inuyasha on youtube and making little "hmm" noises every once in awhile...sigh...)

Edited to say....why did I write "grown adults"??? Mm, tasty oxymoron.

My vocabulary is limited...

2006-03-21T11:34:00.000-05:00

Y'know what sucks?* When your English teacher grades on your organizational skills. Y'know what sucks even more? When you kind of lack organizational skills, but still do all the work and are awesome, but because you forgot that one of your pieces of work was in a different part of your folder or assumed she didn't need to see something again that she's already graded because it's not like she gave you a list of exactly what she wanted to see, you get a C on your "journal" which is worth far too much of your final grade. Y'know what REALLY sucks? When you find this out in the middle of your little mental celebration over being one of only two people in your class to get an A on the midterm. And what sucks the most? While attempting to come to terms with the massive amount of suckage that's taking place, the teacher hands you the essay you absolutely despised writing and stayed up till wretchedly late hours of the morning editing, and wants you to revise it.

"Wretched" is a really fantastic word.

Meanwhile, what the hell kind of college professor grades on how well you keep your notebook organized? The last time I had to do that was 7th grade and it was ridiculous then, too! I mean, this was her way of seeing that we did all the homework assignments, but there was a spot on the grading paper for organization, plus she wanted to see things she'd already graded (so why did she need to see them again?) AND photocopies of stories we'd read (seriously, what the hell does that have to do with ANYTHING?!)

*How many posts do I start this way? Whatever, I'm too disappointed to think of a more interesting way of saying it.

2006-03-20T15:14:00.000-05:00

2006-03-17T23:09:00.000-05:00

Why Brooke and Robin should have their own TV show:

If you happened to come into the store tonight you most likely caught us doing a reenactment of Natalie Portman's rap from SNL.

That, or making out. Whichever.

2006-03-09T03:18:00.000-05:00

I'm really tired and going to bed, but I wanted to write this down so I remember it later:

Tonight a man came into the store and told me I was beautiful and in a very not creepy way. And it was nice.

Good night. :-)

2006-03-08T23:54:00.000-05:00

Old Robin: Doesn't do English homework for a month and doesn't really care much that she's going to get a C.

New Robin: Still doesn't do English homework for a month but instead does it all the night before the teacher's going to check it because she really wants an A.

Ugh. Maturity.

2006-03-06T16:05:00.000-05:00

If Daniel Vosovic from Project Runway wasn't gay I'd track him down and have my way with him.

At least I'm pretty sure I heard him say he's gay....'cause if not..someone let me know!

2006-03-05T23:21:00.000-05:00

Ang Lee's "I wish I knew how to quit you" joke? Booooo, laaaaame.

I know it's mean to make fun of Ang Lee, but what does he care? He's got an Oscar!

Today is March 5th...

2006-03-05T01:29:00.000-05:00

A year ago today, I did something brave.

Today is March 5th, and I'm trying to be as brave as I can. But I don't know if there's much left I can do.

But I'm still gonna try.

2006-03-03T22:12:00.000-05:00

Y'know what's fun? When you send your computer away to get it fixed and then nearly exactly two months later you end up with the same problem. For the third time.

::facepalm::

I stole that expression from Brookie who's off in lovely Hawaii right now. Lucky bitch! (love you, Brooke)

Also, I'm watching "Log In For Love" on TLC. Too damn amusing.

Charity (a little bit late)

2006-03-03T00:00:00.000-05:00

My charity for February is a little late..oops...but this month I donated to Danyi's Children. Danyi's Children is an organization that's working to help children in Danyi N'Digbe, Togo get an education. They've already built their first elementary school and are working to build more schools. $15 pays for one kids school supplies for an entire year! Check it out. Donate if you can, it'll help some kids and make you feel good.

<3

2006-03-02T18:55:00.000-05:00

It's true! To assume really does make an ass of you and me. But, y'know...mostly me.

2006-03-01T15:33:00.000-05:00

Did you know that they started making Juicy Fruit Bubble Tape?! And Sugar Free Bubble Tape?!

Also, they've started making bottle pops that are longer now making them look slightly more like a penis than a nipple. Perverse candy, those bottle pops.

2006-02-28T12:55:00.000-05:00

Who got a big fat A on her history exam?

That would be me.

Who really wants a donut right now instead of going to class?

That would also be me.

Mm. Donuts.

Happy Birthday, Kaity!

2006-02-26T02:48:00.000-05:00

It's Kaity's birthday! I've known Kait since we were 11 and she is one of the best friends a girl could have. I love you, Kaity! Happy Birthday!!

I got paid to do this...(really)

2006-02-26T01:58:00.000-05:00

Reasons Why I Love My Job

1. Free Movies
2. Getting paid to watch movies.
3. Getting paid to hang out with Kaity, Brooke, and Clay.
4. How often do you get to call your boss and say "We just got in a big box of porn,"?
5. Having an excuse to watch Disney movies every week.
6. Having cool bosses who laugh when you call saying "We just got in a big box of porn."
7. Meeting really cool people/really cute little kids.
8. The store is dog friendly! I've met so many new puppies and they're all so cute!
9. Being a video store chick makes me sound kind of cool (at least I think it does...I hope).
10. No uniforms!

Reasons Why My Job Gets Annoying
(originally titled "Reasons I Hate My Job" but I really don't hate my job or even dislike it all that much)

1. Having to put labels on the movies in the giant box of porn.
2. Porn in general.
3. Catching every illness around from Kaity, Brooke, and Clay (and the rest of the town).
4. Having to clean up after half the town.
5. Having to watch Disney movies every week.
6. People who talk down to me because I'm a sales clerk/a girl/young/because they know I can't say anything about it/for the hell of it/all of the above and pretty much any other reason you can think of.
7. Watching people blame their 6 year old for their late movies.
8. Being mean to kids who get on my nerves (I always feel bad about it later...usually)
9. The fact that I can now identify the guys who are totally heading straight for the porn as soon as they walk in the door. That's not really a skill I ever wanted to have.
10. Did I mention the porn?

Waaaay back

2006-02-22T01:32:00.000-05:00

Mike and Robin Graduating!

Check out this picture I found from three years ago (holy crap, three years?!). I'd never actually gone through the pics my mom took at graduation 'cause they were all blurry and grainy and such, but I did tonight and look what I found. Don't ask me what I'm pointing at, possibly a cord on the ground, but check out the gold leaves on Mike's cap! Awesome!

2006-02-21T01:35:00.000-05:00

My English teacher keeps assigning us sad stories to read as if to try and warn us that life is crappy and has no happy endings. Or even endings that make sense. And when it is a happy ending it's probably just a lie and later everything's just gonna suck again.

Mm. Pessimism.

2006-02-09T13:05:00.000-05:00

New pet peeve:

I can't sit at a desk that someone drew all over. It's just gross. It feels all dirty and is completely distracting.

Better title to come...

2006-02-07T13:18:00.000-05:00

1. People who blatantly pay no attention in class really piss me off. Like this jerk in my Econ class who is clearly just talking on AIM for the entire class and doesn't even bother to look up once in awhile. I mean in a big class you can get away with that, but in a class of 5 people it's just obnoxious. Plus he was a jerk when the teacher asked him a perfectly legitimate question about his homework. So he is not on my favorite person list.

2. "Dynamics of communication" is just a fancy way of saying dumb touchy-feely class where you are questioned on how many roses you'd give a girl and why. Seriously. Unless you're a girl and then you're asked how many roses you'd want given to you and why. 'Cause girls can't give people roses. That would upset the delicate balance. Don't want those womenfolk to get too uppity.

3. Linda and Miles both said basically the same thing in their entries about someone else reading their minds and answering questions in class. Jeez you guys can't even write in your blogs without someone stealing your thoughts. I'd look into that if I were you.

4. Also, my dyn. of comm. teacher (yeah I used two abbreviations in one name, but I'm lazy) keeps calling his girlfriend his "lady friend". At least I think it's his girlfriend. I was going to say something about what calling her his "lady friend" could mean but it was rather rude and who knows if he surfs the web. Plus I'll feel like a bastard.

5. Speaking of which...time for class.

2006-02-07T00:01:00.000-05:00

I just found out today that when my grandmother moved the moving company "lost" her grandfather clock. And by lost I mean clearly either they stole it or it was stolen while under their supervision. I loved that clock, I had really nice memories of it and now it's gone. People suck.

Law and Order SVU makes me too distracted to think of a good title...

2006-01-28T21:56:00.000-05:00

So lately my life has been all work and school. It's pretty insane, I maybe have one day off a week and this has pretty much been going on since winter break started. I don't think I've ever worked this hard in my life so consistantly. And I don't even feel like I'm working THAT hard, just...a lot. I haven't really seen my parents much other than the time we're all home and awake, which isn't really so often lately. It's weird. Kinda lonely. But I'm finally feeling really dedicated to doing well and getting to a four year school that I can actually be proud to admit I go to. I guess it's not really nice to say I'm kind of ashamed to go to community college, but I am a little. People ask where I go to school and when I tell them they kinda get that "Oh, that's...nice" look on their faces.

I do like my school though. So far my teachers have been okay, I really like my history teacher. The campus is really pretty (at least it will be really pretty in the spring when all the flowers bloom, right now it's alright, though) and the people are nice.

I mean, community colleges get a bad rap. But the truth is, the people who go to community college for the most part REALLY want to be there. They want to do well and better themselves. You can't really say that for a lot of people in four year schools who are sometimes only there to please their parents (I say this 'cause I was one).

Anyway, now I'm all distracted by Law and Order SVU. So. Bye for now. :-)

2006-01-28T15:58:00.000-05:00

I have a question.

Why do cows wear cowbells?

2006-01-28T15:47:00.000-05:00

Um....what?

Charity

2006-01-28T01:27:00.000-05:00

Donated this month to Doctors Without Borders in honor of my Dad's birthday!

Happy Birthday, Dad (whose birthday was Monday and who does not read this or even actually know of it's existence but hey...I still wanted to wish him a happy birthday).

Go donate to a charity, damnit. It's a good thing to do.

It's time for action! I move we go to my apartment and snuggle my cats!

2006-01-27T17:49:00.000-05:00

She did this all on her own, I swear...

2006-01-26T19:46:00.000-05:00

Did you know that "Killing Me Softly" is about the song "American Pie"?

Jeopardy's good for something.

Huh

2006-01-25T16:48:00.000-05:00

So three kids just walked into the store and asked me if I knew where they could find a fat guy. Not any specific fat guy. Just a fat guy.

...

Kids are weird.

Edited to say that the same kids came in before and one asked "Why does the store smell like poop?" which actually isn't such a weird question 'cause the store really does smell like poop. Damn pipes.

double ewe tee eff, Vonage...double ewe tee eff

2006-01-23T22:57:00.000-05:00

I think that I'm insulted by this ad:

What's wrong with nerds? I like nerds. And what do nerds have to do with phones? I just don't get it. Cheap shot, Vonage. Cheap shot.

2006-01-20T23:42:00.000-05:00

Why am I so bad at updating my blog lately? I'll think of something to write about and start writing but it just sounds like boring crap.

Woe is me and my writer's block.

"Though they don't really sing, either...." (insert Kait giving TV the finger here)

2006-01-18T02:07:00.000-05:00

Kait and Clay came over to watch Gilmore Girls. They are too much fun. And Kait has fabulous taste in shoes. And purses. And everything.

My internet is completely on crack lately. I wonder if the Gateway people did something to it. And if they did I must track them down and hunt them like the dogs that they are.

....

What?!

My three week Spanish class is finished. I think it actually went rather well. It could get frustrating, but the teacher actually wasn't so bad and I got a requirement out of the way quickly. Honestly, I might enjoy it if I could just take all of my classes in three week periods. It's intense, but you're all done by the time I'd get bored and start not wanting to show up anymore. Though now that I say that I realize there are some classes I could never do in three weeks, like math or science. Spanish was okay, though.

The new semester starts on Thursday. Sigh. No rest for me. Oh well. Damn education.

Not that there's anything wrong with that...

2006-01-13T23:36:00.000-05:00

Conversation from dinner with my parents and aunt and uncle at Fridays:

Robin: Who wants to hear about my weird dream!
Mom: ::rolls eyes::
Robin: So I had a dream that I was getting married.....to Alicia.
Mom: ::looks slightly amused, slightly stunned, slightly thoughtful::
Aunt: ::nearly spits out drink::
Robin: But I felt bad 'cause I was trying to tell her I couldn't marry her 'cause I wasn't a lesbian.
Dad: ::lets out big sigh of relief::
Robin: ::is very pleased with herself::

Enferma

2006-01-09T08:34:00.000-05:00

Woke up this morning and my cold was even worse than it was last night, which is insane 'cause I slept a ton last night. Sleep is supposed to make you better, damnit!

So I'm not going to my Spanish class today, much to my mother's annoyance. Okay, that's kinda mean, she's just worried I'll miss things. I am a little too, but my feeling yucky outweighs my worry over Spanish. All the little parts in my head feel kinda swollen and sore and I'd rather miss stuff today than get sicker and miss a test or something. Boo. Colds are stinky.

My cat is really cute. Too bad she tried to bite my face off last night. Bad kitty! Bad!

TRAP!

2006-01-08T00:40:00.000-05:00

My computer is all kinds of not working.

Well, actually, it's only one kind of not working, but it's still really annoying. It's currently at some Gateway repair something or other in some other state (at least I think it's in another state, most likely Texas or California...).

Anyway, I haven't updated much lately and probably won't much until I get it back.

Not really 'cause it's gone but 'cause I don't much feel like updating.

Bwahaha. I am a master of being fickle.

Fickle's a funny word.

I have an entry I've been thinking of writing about something ridiculous, but like I said, I don't much feel like it right now. Plus this entry is ridiculous enough as it is.

Say something nice and maybe I'll think of something better to say.

Love you all.

-Robin

Bang

2006-01-02T21:08:00.000-05:00

The shovel to the head incident:

So last week I unfortunately had to go to a funeral. At Jewish funerals during the burial it's normal for people to "help" bury the body (don't know if those quotation marks are in the right place, but don't much care) by putting a shovel full of dirt into the grave. The mourners are also not really supposed to leave until the coffin is completely covered in dirt.

So I go to put my shovel full of dirt into the grave and a man (who I know but am not going to say who exactly it was 'cause..that's just not nice) was trying to make sure that the coffin was covered by shoveling a lot of dirt onto the grave. I was standing slightly behind him getting my shovel full of dirt as he reared back to throw his shovel full into the grave and..well...the back of his shovel collided with my forehead.

Hard.

So everyone's rushing over to me and grabbing me to make sure I don't pass out or I'm not bleeding or anything and I'm kinda crying 'cause..ow..shovel to the head..and at the same time I'm worried about getting dirt in the grave 'cause I dropped my dirt when I got hit. Yeah, I think I was a little bit dazed from the whole thing. Afterward on the way to the car I was kinda crying, I don't really know why exactly, but I think it was 'cause the shovel hit pretty near my eye and my eyes were just watering up a lot. But I was walking and tearing up and then I started laughing hysterically 'cause..y'know...I got hit in the face with a shovel and it's funny. My parents saw me laughing and crying at the same time and absolutetly looked terrified, must have thought I had a concussion or something.

But anyway, I'm okay (hopefully!) and that's how I got hit in the head with a shovel.

Happy New Year everyone!

Charity

2005-12-31T12:39:00.000-05:00

Donated this month to the ASPCA. Thanks to Brooke for the suggestion!

More about the whole shovel to the head incident when I'm not recovering from a migraine (the two are unrelated...I think....)

True story

2005-12-26T22:39:00.000-05:00

So let me tell you a little story about how I got hit in the head with a shovel...

No, y'know, I think I'll just let it sit like that for a little while. Go ahead. Ponder. It happened. No lie.

Attn: Kaity

2005-12-26T01:23:00.000-05:00

I love Kaity because she gave me this:

Nemo is such a camera hog.

I love you, Kaity! Feel better!

P.S. I also love Brooke and Clay. Brooke gave me Serenity trading cards (::squeal::!!!!! I so need to get more now!) and Clay gave me a care bear penguin (adorable!) but I don't have pictures of those and I got to thank them in person. But I still love them.

2005-12-17T00:03:00.000-05:00

I just saw an interview with Sarah Silverman and Nightline and she made nearly the exact same joke about all the Jesus's that I did a couple days ago, including reference to "Fat Jesus"....weird.

2005-12-16T22:41:00.000-05:00

RIP John Spencer

He was a great actor, definitely on my list of people I would pay just to work with. Also seemed like a cool guy. Lotsa sadness. RIP.

2005-12-15T22:35:00.000-05:00

I got a haircut but I don't feel like showing it to you currently.

So instead here's a cool picture of my cat. 'Cause it's her birthday. If you make fun of me for knowing my cat's birthday I'll totally beat you up.

Love

2005-12-15T02:37:00.000-05:00

So I just remembered something about my dad that made me want to go give him a hug:

My dad's a computer programmer and when I was little he would make little games for me on the computer. He made hangman and a slowed down version of tetris so that I could actually play it without getting really frustrated and a game where you mixed different colors to match another color. And this game called "boxes" which you probably know how to play by a different name but I don't feel like explaining.

So anyway, all of this was mighty cool of my dad. I was a rather spoiled kid in the ways of computer games made specifically for me.

But the thing that really makes me want to go give him a hug is that when I was a baby (not just little, an actual goo-goo gah-gahing baby) he made a program so that anytime you hit a key on the keyboard the screen would pop up with lots of colorful shapes so that I could sit with him or my mom at the computer and bang at the keyboard and watch the pretty colors. My dad made an entire program just to amuse his itty bitty baby daughter with some colors and shapes.

I love my dad.

2005-12-14T23:09:00.000-05:00

I'm pretty sure I've discovered where my love of geeks comes from.

And I'm pretty sure it's all because of watching this guy every day after school for years.

::writes love notes to Bill Nye::

2005-12-14T01:00:00.000-05:00

I totally adore Heidi Klum, she's so cute. I mean, she's gorgeous, but if you hear her talk you just want to go hug her 'cause she seems so fun.

So yeah, I'd totally be Heidi Klum's friend.

Edit: I just wrote that and her and Conan had a conversation going like this:

Conan: "I can't imagine that you'd need touching up..."
Heidi: "Um..yes, I did once...I once had a pimple...I can't remember exactly when..hmm..I think it was 1993."
::Conan and entire audience crack up::

Yes, definitely adore her.

In the new old fashioned waaay...*

2005-12-13T23:18:00.000-05:00

So here's a thing:

A couple of weeks ago I got home from school and was putting my stuff away in my room when I glance out my window. From my window you can see right into my neighbors living room and as I'm looking I see a man standing there, in the dark, no shirt, staring at our house.

So after a short "Wtf?" moment I call my mom in who says, "Um...lets go downstairs..." and after some conferencing and discreet spying out the window we decied to ignore him and shut my window shade. Maybe he's just having some heavy contemplation of...something. Whatever.

So a few hours later I peek out the window...he's still there. At this point I've started yelling out "What is he DOING?!" to my father at regular intervals. Okay, I've got to admit, I wasn't really doing this 'cause I was creeped out but more because it was really bugging my dad. Hehe. It was possibly better than when I got a manicure and my nails were orange and I would go up to him every day and go "Look, Dad, I have ORANGE NAILS!" and he just got the most exhasperated look on his face. Oh, I love my dad.

But I digress.

11 o'clock...I look out the window shade again...he's STILL THERE.

So my mom and I look out the window again, this time really suspicious and trying to figure out just what the hell he was doing. I was thinking maybe an image of the Virgin Mary eating a cheese sandwich has materialized on the side of our house and has him completely captivated. Okay, that's a lie, I was actually thinking something like he was lost in thought (though being lost in thought for that long didn't make sense) or possibly he was just mad at us for never raking our leaves in a timely fashion or still having our pumpkin out from Halloween or just the fact that we're not very good at keeping our house all pretty. My mom apparently was slightly worried he'd hung himself or something. Leave it to my mom to think of something disgustingly morbid. Once I asked her how come she has blue eyes though most Russian-decendant Jews are dark haired and brown eyed. Her answer? "Someone in our family got raped by a cossack."

Yeah. Thanks Mom.

Anyway, back to the creepy guy in the window. There's something you should know about my neighbor. He really gets into decorations. On Halloween he had a strobe light and lots of creepy things sitting on his porch. At Christmas he puts up tons of lights and ribbons and wreaths and candles in the windows and all that kinda stuff.

Well, apparently he was REALLY going all out this year because the crazy half-naked guy staring out our house turned out to be a mannequin that a couple of days later wound up on his porch dressed as Santa. It's actually pretty cute, he's got a bunch of other stuff as well.

So anyway, the moral of this story is be careful where you keep your mannequins or your neighbors might think you've gone insane and hung yourself.

Happy Holidays!

*Does this remind anyone else of that scene in Home Alone with the cardboard cutouts dancing in the window?

2005-12-09T02:54:00.000-05:00

So, before Jesus was..y'know JESUS...were there other guys around named Jesus? Like how before Hitler "Adolf" was a popular name for German kids? What if it was a popular name, like you'd go to second grade and there's three other Jesus's in the class and you have to call them "Jesus C" and "Tall Jesus" and "Fat Jesus" to tell them apart.

What if, I ask...what if?

EDIT: Yes David, I know there are some people named Jesus (Hey-Zeus), but it's not like it's insanely popular.

re:

2005-11-30T16:46:00.000-05:00

People need to take the computer away from me when I'm that tired.

Seriously.

Also, I watched Polar Express at work today. It was okay, might have even been considered good if it weren't for the singing. Random singing loses points.

I doubt you'll understand her mind...

2005-11-30T01:32:00.000-05:00

I don't like blackouts.

When I was younger, I was terribly afraid of the dark. I still have that little jump of fear in my chest when it's pitch black. If I can't see I get kind of claustrophobic, feel like I can't breathe so well, like the dark's going to drown me. It's pretty silly. But hey, I'm a jittery kind of girl, what can I do? I take a deep breath and try to find a flash light.

I've always been extra sensitive to electronics, it seems, and that weird little high pitched hum they make. I could always tell when something gets turned on or off in another room. I guess most people can usually tell, but I seem to be a little more sensitive to it than others. Whenever the power went out when I was younger, even when I was fast asleep, I'd sense it and wake up right away. This wasn't really any fun for anyone since the dark scared the crap out of me. In second grade the power went out and I woke up. I should have gone right back to sleep as it was the middle of the night, but instead I stayed up till 5 in the morning. The sun had come up before the power came back on and I stayed up anyway. Though I think by that point I thought it was just kind of fun to be awake so late at night.

One time I woke up to screaming because the power had gone out. It's really quite confusing to be woken by someone screaming at the top of their lungs and find out that it's you.

My parents took me on a ride at Epcot once, and there was a short part of total darkness and I started squirming and wimpering and tearing up despite the fact that I was far too old to be so upset by the dark. My mother kept scolding me, saying I was just upsetting the young kid in front of me even more than he already was (I wasn't the only one who didn't like the dark, apparently).

There was a black out tonight around 12:30. I should have just ignored it and gone to bed, but I couldn't. I had to wait for the power to come back. I think part of me is scared that it'll never be light again and I need to know for sure that it will be. In 8th grade I got some kind of virus and was awake three nights in a row and every night I felt like it'd never be light again. It was very depressing and I'd cry, half out of discomfort for being sick and half because I wanted the sun to come back.

I took a flashlight to the front door and shined it up and down the block, half hoping someone else would be awake and standing at their door seeing what was going on. No one came outside. It felt terribly lonely. Once I went to Molly's house during a blackout and played Clue in the dark with her and her parents. I think that's the most comfortable I'd ever been in a black out, not really scared at all. But Molly's away and it was very late anyway, so I sat on my couch and lit some candles and stared into space because I couldn't think of anything better to do.

It wasn't a great time for a black out.

This has been a rough week.

Cool site

2005-11-28T16:10:00.000-05:00

Pandora.com

Type in a band you like and it'll find more music similar to it and play it for you. So far it's fantastic.

Charity

2005-11-26T01:21:00.000-05:00

Charity for November:

St. Jude's Childrens Hospital

<3

I love you

2005-11-26T00:39:00.000-05:00

Hung out with people I haven't seen in a very long time and it was fantastic.

Robin is happy. :-D

P.S. Real post one of these days...really.

P.P.S. Miles if you're reading this, we miss you, come back.

Dear World...

2005-11-24T05:07:00.000-05:00

In case you haven't noticed?

It's snowing!!!!

::twirls in snow::

Happy Thanksgiving!

Why Charlize Theron is my new hero...

2005-11-23T15:24:00.000-05:00

From IMDB.com:

Hot Hollywood couple Charlize Theron and Stuart Townsend are planning to wed the day it becomes legal for gays and lesbians to wed across America. The longtime couple are tired of being asked about their marriage plans so they've come up with a novel line to keep the press happy. Theron tells US news show Extra, "We came up with a new idea that we said that we would get married the day that gays and lesbians can get married - when that right is given to them. We've decided that we're gonna use that in a positive way, so the day that law gets passed then we'll get married."

I think that is way cool. Hooray, Charlize Theron!