TBP

Tomorrow night is The Big Party. It's TOIL's birthday. Now that I'm "over" him, all he wants to do is flirt with me. What the *%&# is up with THAT? Anyway, it's a Pimp 'n' Ho party. And costumes are MANDATORY. Geez, like I know how to dress like a ho. So, it's invitation only and I thought the invites went out on June 1st so I assumed I wasn't going. Then last Wednesday, he gave me one and made me promise to come. I was pretty sure I would get Thursday off, no problem, so I said OK. But I have to have people to go with. He said they invited like, 200 people (it's a party for 2 other people as well). I can't depend on hanging out with the birthday boy all night, although that would be tres sweet. I need people to go with. I thought we had it all straightened out. I even thought we might get a limo because the place where the party's at is like, 20 miles away. When you're used to driving 4 miles to have a beer, 20 starts looking a little daunting and having a limo driver after a night of $.75 well drinks would probably be the smart thing to do. Then Brad calls me today, says he thinks the limo is probably out of the question and that he might not even go! What the....!!! You can't bail on me the night before! This place is like, 20 miles away, we can't all be driving separate cars. We have to carpool and figure this crap out and don't even THINK about bailing because Megan, who had previously said she was going, has now informed Brad that she's not going. AUGH! I told Brad to figure it out and call me back and he's not allowed to bail. Find out who's going and let's get together and all drive down there together. How hard is this? No more wishy washy! Decide! Let's go! Maybe I should be the organizer here, but Brad knows far more people's phone numbers and also has the time to call them. I just hate waiting till the last minute. OK, maybe I hate that it's not planned out and I have no control over it. Not that I need to control it, it's just that things need to be done. I mean, I have the word "Planning" on my college diploma, I can actually be pretty good at it! But alas, this is out of my hands. I must let it be and know that I did what I could. I have my costume planned out. I have unpacked most of the parts and actually know where they are. I think I need some red patent leather pumps, though. Don't all good ho's need a pair? Maybe I'll go shopping tonight. DSW. I haven't been there in ages. It's such a beautiful wonderland of....wonders. A huge store with just rows and rows of nice shoes at discount prices. I got my purple, suede, Tommy Hilfiger tennis shoes there for like, $15. I know they sound tacky, but they are oh so sweet. Oh, what a mighty tangent I have created.

So it's 10 till 5. We've had no managers here since 3:30. I thought we had a policy of "always one manager in the office at all times" but I guess not today. I have been pretty unproductive all afternoon, checking all of my email, filing, but not really doing anything of substance. So that's why I decided to make an entry because I probably won't have time tonight. Last Comic Standing! I love that show even though it can never EVER be as good as last year. Just forget it. That house was FILLED with interesting characters. Except Dat Phan. And he's the one who won. We all know that show is fixed beyond all belief, but it's still funny and entertaining. Unlike The Bachelor which is neither. Most "reality" shows really are not funny or entertaining. The Amazing Race and Survivor I find to be pretty entertaining, but the "find a life partner in 3 weeks" shows have got to goooooooooooo! So lame. There is nothing "real" about getting to choose from 25 beautiful women who are all pining for you and only you, sir. It's old. It's tired. Let's find some new way to show off our inadequacies as a society. Uh oh. I almost got deep there. I better cut it off before this gets out of control.

The End. For Now.

A Twee Little Quiz For You (not really, it's 102 questions)

Lynne (the coolest chick in that country we call California) sent me this quiz. By my best estimates, I got a 125.5 considering that even if you put the correct answer on question 2, it still seems to count you wrong. I don't get it. But then again, I don't get a lot of stuff. Ka-ching! Oh, and make sure you answer the generation question at the bottom. It subracts 15 points if you don't answer it! Burn!

What was I talking about?

OK, so it's been like a year since I wrote a full blog. Maybe more like two weeks, but it feels like an eternity. I moved. I got dsl through many trials and tribulations. I downloaded the new Yahoo messenger. I LOVE the launchcast player. My TV has been on mute almost constantly. I mean....creating your own radio station. Genius! The only thing I don't like is that you can't go back and add songs like you do when you first create the station. You can still add songs, but you have to search which usually requires you knowing what you want to search for. Personally, I prefer many suggestions so you can just pick and choose. Thinking of stuff off the top of my head usually doesn't happen in a lightning-quick manner. Believe it or not.

Let's see...what else...I think I'm over TOIL. Much to the relief of my regular readers. I was away from "the scene" for two weeks and when I came back, he had a girlfriend. The nerve! And she has short hair. Now I don't have a thing against girls with short hair, please don't get me wrong. But I have long (I like to think glorious) blonde hair. I had planned to grow it out and then cut it off and donate it to Locks of Love. A very good cause especially since I can grow my hair back. That, and I know how much of a girl's self esteem can come of a nice head of hair. So anyway, I've (predictably) become quite attached to my hair. I've decided to let it grow until it is way too long (keeping it nice, of course) and then cut it off so it'll still be long. SO ANYWAY! I was telling some friends at the bar of my plans for my hair a few weeks ago. And TOIL was all "Don't you dare cut your hair. No. No. No!" So if he's a long-hair-lover, why the short-haired girlfriend? Huh??? I know, I'm just jealous. Anyway, I decided to put him on hiatus. It's futile if he has a girlfriend. I'm not the relationship-wreckin type.

The bad part is...the guy TOIL helped me get over just by him being awesome...I might be getting back into him. But not in the same way that I was into him previously. Previously, it was very much um....lustful. He's tall, beautiful, and foreign. I mean, yeah, I liked him as a person, but I was more interested in his beautifulness. But this time, it's different. Let's see if we can follow the events and maybe we can figure this out. Figure what out? I don't know. So it was his 31st birthday a couple weeks ago. I did not know this when I arrived at el barro (sometimes I like to pretend I know Spanish). So usually, I say hi to everyone but him because I just assume that he could care less. If he wants to talk to me, he'll talk to me, no? There's some history there and I won't get into it. Basically, at one point, I got the impression that he wanted me to take a very minor role in his life so I kept my distance. But this particular night, he commented on it. He was all "you said hi to everyone at the table but me." I said "I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd ever notice or even care" and I gave him a nice big hug and a smooch on the cheek and ended up sitting with them the rest of the night. People filtered out and it ended up just me and him and one other guy. This is when he revealed it was his birthday. "Why didn't you say something earlier?" It was almost closing time. "I didn't want anyone to know. 31 isn't something to brag about." We were all, let us buy you a drink! He didn't want any of it. So the waitress comes by and tells us it's last call. So what does he do? Buys me a drink before I can even protest. And then Other Guy leaves. The thing about being an illegal alien is that you have no driver's license and therefore no car. So someone needs a ride home. Usually this is an unequivocal sex invite, but I wasn't feeling the nookie vibe that night. So I take him home and we sit in the car and talk for a while and he invites me up. Again, usually an unequivocal sex invite. My shoes didn't even come off. We sat and talked for 3 and a half hours. I never liked him more. He was so sweet and honest. It's almost like he can be two completely different people. So anyway, we had a sweet little kiss and said good night at 4:30. He knew I was having computer issues, so he told me to bring it over to his place and he'd get it fixed for me. So the next week, I brought it over and go back to pick it up a couple days later. Right before we were going to leave (it was karaoke night!), he remembered that he hadn't done something important to my modem. So he starts taking the thing apart. I don't want to alarm anyone, but it was so totally hot. I mean, maybe it forced me to see him in this different light. Whereas before I saw him as this smartass guy (which, don't get me wrong, I dig) who dressed well, now I saw him as this really smart guy who knew how to fix stuff. HOT! So I guess for now, I'll just try to be his friend and see if anything develops. Oh, and find some more stuff wrong with my computer. Installing a modem has never been sexier.

Let's see, what else? Gabi got a Hello Kitty bathroom. And it's all Lynne's fault.

The End. For Now.

I hate you, Large Corporate Phone Company!

So remember how I said that I was going to get my DSL on June 4th and everyone would be happy and hunky-dory? Well one certain DSL provider who also happens to provide me with my home phone service (that I never use) who also happens to have Darth Vader as their spokesman is a bunch of bumbling retardos. Seriously. I will now be receiving my DSL on June 23rd. OR SO THEY SAY! So just use your dialup, you say! Well, that's a fine idea, except the Bumbling Retardos informed me that my OS (98) just wasn't good enough for their precious DSL (even though all of the info and tests said otherwise repeatedly), I had Windows 2000 Professional installed by my lovely Australian friend Matt. I say lovely because he's hot. The hottest computer nerd I've ever seen. Seriously. Anyway! So he was kind enough to install 2000 without even asking for any sexual favors as payment (hmph), but since I was supposed to get my DSL hooked up the day after I got it back from him, he didn't initialize or reconfigure or whatever it is you do to internal modems. Well, I don't know if he did or not. I've been trying to ask him. The boy does not answer his phone. And apparently, he has deleted all females from his phone so I'm not in his phone book (augh!). Caller ID? I think his psycho ex-girlfriend who is still good friends with him scrolls through his call logs while he's in the can to see who he talks to. So he keeps everything deleted. OK, listen. If I went through ANYONE'S call logs, I would be in serious trouble with that person. Except my Mom. Her call logs go like this: "Joe (my dad), Dianna (me!), Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Home, Dianna, Joe." You get the idea. So anyway, now I don't even KNOW if my internal modem works. And I've been trying to ask Matt, but if I call more than twice, well that's just "psycho" isn't it? But his ex-girlfriend trolling his call logs isn't. Wha. Tever. I'm very downtrodden about not having any internet at home. Darth Vader's minions tried to appease me by giving me an extra free month of their precious DSL as well as a free month of dialup (gee thanks for giving me the ONE THING I HATE). And in the mean time, I have to be sneaky and try to cram in a blog entry occasionally at work. It's tricky, I tell you. I miss all of my cyberland friends. You guys should drop me an email so I know you're still breathing. Pretty please! With ponies on top?