Musical Confessions...

I REALLY like the Diary of Alicia Keyes by Alicia Keyes. I feel she is the next Aretha Franklin. Plus, I think it is weird and a feat all in itself that her P.R team has hid the fact that she is a lesbian. Not many celebs. could hide that in this day and age.

I like to run and listen to either metal (mastodon, Metallica, mastodon), hip hop (Kanye West, Ludacris, Snoop), sad bastard music (Iron and Wine, Songs:Ohia, The Boss' Nebraska), or NPR.

I think the new Justin Timberlake feat. Snoop Dog video is one of the funniest things I have ever seen. Every time they show Snoop he's surrounded by a scantily clad females. Every time they show Timbo while singing falsetto he is dancing with scantily clad females in the background on a bar. Oh and don't let me forget! It's filmed in Vegas. It just smacks of video cliche.

I loathe Tom Waits.

I have listened to the new Aloha album so much that I had to hide it from myself. It's not like it's the best album ever (not even close). It's just that it is the newest CD (four months old) in my CD collection. I am desperate for some new music. Hook a sister up!

Splash Day...

The boy just sent me this. It almost shocks me what pleasure I get out of the old prez saying something stupid.

3 Days...

I took a three day weekend this weekend. I love all this "personal" time I am getting from the ol' jobby job. It sort of makes up with how bored I am all day. I am now officially 2 days over my self imposed deadline for finishing a project I have been cranking on since I started this new job. Today, it officially started stressing me out. I don't like not finishing things when I plan to. I feel it makes me look very irresponsible. The thing is...the folks I work for don't seem to care but it is making me a basket case. I have come in early and stayed late three times now trying to get this damn thing done and it is just taking forever.

In other work related news, I am starting classes again this summer. Is there a PhD. in my future...possibly but I am having commitment issues. Right now, I am saying I am going back for a certification.

I went to see Patton Oswalt on Saturday night. To be honest, it was OK. Apparently the entire Comedians of Comedy group was brutely hungover from a night in Atlanta so they weren't exactly "on." The M.C was fucking hysterical though. I recommened you check out his tour diary. It's tasteless. I think I need to give Patton a rest for a year or two so he can come up with new material. I did manage to get a little drunk though and made the boy drive me home. Drink count= 3. I am a total lightweight.

Seabeast...

is a fucking brilliant name for a song. I also think that metal concept albums about Moby Dick are alright by me.

I am incredibly a.d.d today. I was doing good until about 3 this afternoon and now...nothing. I have reverted to reading everyone's blogs and trying to figure out what the deal is with this new pope. He looks shifty to me and I bet he is going to be strict. I am neither catholic nor religious so it is really inconsequential for me but I do find the whole papacy thing interesting. Right now I have all sorts of Angels and Demons -esque conspiracy theories racing through my head. It's sort of fun.

I am going to see Patton Oswalt this weekend and I can't wait to laugh my butt of. I hope to see you there. I will be the one with the wet pants in the back.

Methadone and Eviction...

My neighbors were evicted today and you know what? I feel really bad for them. There was a younger guy living there with his sister. He moved here from Louisianna to get them a place so she could move in and he could take care of her. The two are recovering heroin addicts and are both on a methadone program. When the sister showed up she brought her junkie ex-husband with her. I am sure at this point you are thinking, my god where do I live? It's actually a lovely little neighborhood in a small apartment building. The apartments are nice yet modest and inexpensive. Our ex-neighbors moved in about two months ago. All in all they seemed nice, creepy but nice. We always exchanged pleasantries and got a kick out of the younger guy when he told us about how much he loved his bike that he got from a friend when the friend was thrown in prison. It seems things have gone down hill for the guy and his sister. The ex-husband has been smacking her around. On top of everything, the ex-husband stole the sisters truck and all her money and meds. this weekend and split town. Now they are evicted because neighbors in the building have been complaining.

I feel bad for these folks. I know they probably aren't innocent in all this but it just sucks seeing people that are down on their luck get even more down on their luck. Part of me wanted them to be able to talk the landlord out of kicking them out. It seemed like the young guy was trying to get his shit together..has a job, kept the house really clean, loved his bike (which the boy and I think was stolen a week ago, BTW).

I hope things work out for them...soon

Confessions....

-I hate anything "mixed-fruit." This includes jelly, gum, smoothies, and yogurt. It is unnatural to mix banana-kiwi-strawberry. I don't like it and I won't eat it.

-I keep putting the Beta Band's Hot Shots II on my iTunes and then everytime it comes up on the shuffle I skip it. It's kind of annoying.

-Dr. Cooder down the hall sneezes/coughs/sneeze-coughs like 8 million times a day and it freaks me out. I think she should get that shit checked out

-One of the grad students on my hall always lines the toilet seat with T.P everytime she uses it and then leaves it on the seat when she's done. While I applaud her commitment to hygiene...flush that shit. You leaving your butt juice paper on the seat means I have to deal with it and that is just nasty!

Umm, What is it That You Do?....

Folks keep asking me what I do at work. Here's a taste. But what I am doing is not as cool. I am basically learning about every software package/ modeling system in the world that can simulate future landscapes. No dinosaurs though.

I think my office mate is going to die any day now. I know that sounds awful but the man survives strictly on soda, skittles, and cigarettes. It's really something actually. He came in this afternoon and looked physically repulsed that I was eating an apple and later commented on how much water I drink.

Welcome Back. Your Dreams Were Your Ticket Out.....

I have been in a bad mood for almost a week now (see previous post). In lieu of subjecting the blogosphere to it, I took a brief hiatus. Well, I am back dammit. I guess I wasn't in a bad mood but just freaking tired and a bit ill. I can't tell if it was the time change or all this god damn pollen or both. It was nothing a half day off of work and a long nap couldn't cure. I woke up feeling so much better that I even ironed and hung all of my clothes up. Shocking.

It looks like the boy and I have found an awesome house to move into at the end of the summer. We have decided against purchasing anything right now. Seems like once a month some job in some other town comes up for one of us and it just doesn't seem worth it to go through the trouble of buying something when we could potentailly turn around and sell it. So we rent. We are going to move into a friends 1920's bungalow in a beautiful historic district in town and we are very excited. We may even take on a roommate to save money on the rent but nothing is set in stone. Nevertheless, we will be out of our tiny apartment and we will have a front porch to sit on every single night. It seems appropriate for me to start drinking Mint Julips, don't you think?

So far today I have seen the following on the short walk from my office to the science library (approx. 100 yards):

-a girl in super high turquiose heels, cuffed jeans, and a long sleeve ___________ (insert sorority name here) tshirt walking to class

-a very tired looking asian man walking with his hand down the front of his pants.

-an electric blue chevy impala with about 26'' rims....nice

-a women trip and fall on a crack in the sidewalk...not the girl in the heels but the lady who runs the news stand downtown

Dear Guy Waiting for the Bus...

Your fauxhawk made me want to kick you in the shins. You know what, if you think you are the kind of person that can rock a mohawk then fucking commit. I want two foot tall liberty spikes dyed some rediculous color and I want you to have on combat boots nto whatever new Puma Urban Outfitters has in their spring line. If you wear your shitbag hairdo for fashion then you are a wanker and a poser. Go home poser!

News Flash...

I just read some very excting news over at the summer house and I must share. Apparently, there is discussion of reinstating margarita summers and I have invited myself to them. Having been a founding member of these events I say "Cheers!" See, a few summers back there was this group of friends that met every Friday or Saturday night to drink margaritas. We would sit on someones porch, sweat, drink too much, and ooze southern charm while telling very inappropriate stories. It was a blast! After a while, margarita summers got a little bigger and turned into more of a party with random people showing up along with the occassional rock and roll band who played the 40 Watt that night (remember when Granddaddy showed up). With the introduction of more people, margarita summer lost some of its quaint feel and brutal honest. You know, that kind of honesty you can only have with your closest friends. The prospect of these get-togethers being reinstated is incredibly promising. I say lets go for it. We all live crazy lives and if margaritas is what it takes to get us together once a week then so be it!

Rudely Awoken.....

I accidentally woke the boy this morning when I dropped his laptop. Ooppss!! I have it now and all SEEMS well with it but to be honest it scared the shit out of me. The boy is pretty even keel but I am afraid destroying his laptop might send him over the edge. I can't imagine what a terrible wake up call that was....the laptop crashing on the hardwood floors....me yelling ffffffuuuuuuccccckkkkk in slow motion like when the little boy in A Christmas Story says fuck in front of his dad...scrambling to pop the CD drive back in while holding a little circular piece in my hand and having no idea where it came from. If that's a sign of what's to come today I am just going to camp out in the library all day. I could be dangerous on the streets.

This weekend I plan to begin an intensive doggie boot camp to whip the little pitbull princess into shape. See, she drug me down the street when I was taking her out to do her business causing me to fall on my face, twice, earlier in the week. She's a big dog and way stronger than me. So after I regained my composure and decided she and I could be friends again, I decided she and I would have a date with the Monks of New Skete starting this weekend. The little beast isn't gonna like it because she loves to be bad on a leash but too bad. I'm not eating concrete again!