Coffee: 2
Music: Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon
Toenail Color: Classic Red
Hours Until I Go Home: 41


Was feeling oddly creative while listing tonight. And very proud of lovely new pedicure - did it myself last night, and it actually turned out well.

I really haven't got much to talk about at the moment, other than to share the embarassment I feel at having been caught out in my lack of life. Offered to take four consecutive days of duty during today's staff meeting. "What?" They said, "You can't do that!" to which I shrugged and said, "It's not like I have anything better to do..." D'oh!

They also threatened to bonnet my door, thus forcing me to go on vacation for a week. I'm not sure I'm up to spending that much time trying to find ways to entertain myself. Have already become Hollywood Video junkie. Most recent rentals: The Purple Rose of Cairo (Cute movie. Typical Woody Allen flick, but cute. I thought it would be nice to see, as one of my favorite Mummy fanfictions is based around it.), and the Goodbye Girl (must admit to having small crush on Richard Dreyfuss - he's just like a big, cuddly teddy bear. And the movie was pretty good for it's type.).

Littlest Sis has already reminded me of my promise to take her, Bigger Little Sis, and visiting Fourth Cousin to see Finding Nemo on Saturday. I don't think it's going to be chore. I love having little sisters - they're the BEST excuse to see kid movies. Also, we're finally going to rent Jonah and the Whale - the full-length Veggie Tales movie. I made her promise not to watch it without me. I adore Veggie Tales (mainly Silly Songs With Larry - Ousta! iEs cucine el Pepino!)(or something like that! I can say it, not spell it).

Oh where is my hairbrush...oh where is my hairbrush? Oh where oh where oh where oh where oh where.............?!?!?!? is my hairbrush?

Snicker.

Toodles from the teapot.

Coffee: 2
Music: Blue Heelers soundtrack
Ideas for Mom's B-day Prezzie: Um...hmm...oh dear.

Here's a question: how do you entertain an apartment full of college basketball players (without breaking the law)? Because I'd like to know. I have six stir-crazy basketball players wondering what there is to do in Albuquerque. I told them, "Well, I don't know..." when in fact, there is plenty to do, but I feel fairly confidant that these big-city types would not enjoy the type of things I do. Go for a walk. Read a book. Go see a movie. Go hiking (yeah - the whole 'outdoors' thing? Not working. I suggested they go and shoot some hoops and they had a collective seizure - "It's f***in' hotter than Hell out there! I'm not going outside!" And today is actually quite cool. It's only 85 outside). Browse in a bookstore? Go have a little kick-about with a soccerball on the field? Make something?

They want to come over and watch my TV, as their stuff aparently hasn't arrived yet. I hedged around a bit, when I really just wanted to say, "Oh, HECK no!" I never get any time off - I haven't been on a vacation in a year! So there is no way I want to literally bring my work home...and that makes me sound like a call-girl or something. No, no - I'm not a call-girl. I'm an RA. Woohoo.

No, really. Yay.

Saw 'Hard Core Logo' last night - I just wanted to oggle Callum Keith Rennie for two hours, but GOODNESS! That man can act - so can the others. It was a fantastic movie, but the ending was a bit of a shot...er, shock. I can't remember the last time I was so stunned by something in a movie that I actually felt my face blanche, but it did last night. Woah.

CKR, I adore you with every fibre of my being. Swear to God.

Right, I'd better get back to work. Bleh. Am going to have scary nervous breakdown.

Toodles from the teapot.

Coffee: 4
Tea: 2
Music: None
Hours Spent In Pain: 29

Oh, woe is me. Went hiking yesterday up in the mountains, wore a tank top. And although I spent about two hours under heavy foliage, somehow managed to get horrific sunburn on arms and shoulders. Although there is a nice backpack-shaped pale spot on back. Grr. Ow. Spent most of today feeling grumpy, sore, tired and achy - it is a really bad burn, and those always make you feel ill, I guess. But really, it is the perfect uncomfortable ending to a terrifically uncomfortable week.

Remember Keith the Weirdo? Well, he's also very cute, which is why when he asked me out for Wednesday, I accepted. It was the first time in ages that I've been out on a date that was, undeniably, a date. Usually, my dating consists of going out with guy whom I think is funny/nice, for fun, and then ends with me having small freak out when I realize that he either actually likes me, or I like him and he just sees me as "a very sweet girl". Either way, there is much doom and despair to be had.

So Wednesday? Went to go see Matrix 2. He drives a new Firebird, which should have been Red Flag Number One. But it wasn't. He held my hand in movie, which was sweet - except it was done during massive orgy scene. Red Flag Number Two. When we returned to his car, I noticed a presonalized license plate - "FLIRT". Big ol' honking Red Flag Number Three, otherwise known as the moment where I realized all was not as it appeared. We went for walk downtown, passed a "Gentleman's Club" that had sign hanging outside announcing Wednesday as "Amateur Night!", he commented (jokingly?) about me going and making some extra money to take him out next time. Cue forced laughter and Red Flag Number Four.

Drove back to campus, picked up some dinner and took it outside to eat. Stilted, boring conversation. I threw the wrapper away from my sandwich, and put on chapstick. Granted, it was cherry scented, but I have never heard of any type of chapstick being a device of seduction. Therefore it was something of a surprise when he grabbed me by the waist and started kissing me, because he "wanted to try it". Red Flag Number Five, also known as the point where I realized he was obviously seeing a whole different outcome to the night than I was. I wanted to go home, but he wanted to go for walk around campus.

It is very pretty at night, here on campus. No doubt he thought it was romantic. We walked, he held my hand, and I began to hope that maybe we were back on the same page again. Then we got to the construction site of the Student Union (due to open in a month). I wanted to look in the windows and check it out. I jumped the fence really quick, he whimped out (while staring rather obviously down my shirt. No, I wasn't particularly offended - a girl likes a little appreciation every once in a while, after all). Very disappointing. It was at that point that I new there was no way that a second date was in our future.

Eventually, he walked me home. I saw him moving in for big time smoochies, so gave him a hug. He apparently saw the whole use of arms thing as a sign that massive make-out time was ahead. I may have nipped his tongue while I pushed him (nicely, I swear!) away and out the door. But it serves him right.

He hasn't called - something which, bizarrely, is both a relief and a little insulting.

So. That was My First Summer 2003 Date. Gah. Unfortunately, I have to work in the same building as him, and walk past his apartment every time I go anywhere. Very awkward.

And yes - feel free to laugh over my embarassment. My other friends do. Miki even went so far as to tell the story to another group of her friends, who all agreed that the whole Chapstick Incident was one of the most hilarious plays they've ever heard of. I'm happy to entertain, I guess.

Anyway - I know most of you really don't want to hear about the details of stuff like that, so I'll move on.

Wrote new Gilmore Girls fic: The Grand Tour. It's a collection of vignettes about the GG's trip across Europe. Lots of fun to write, because I don't need to have a plot as such. Yay!

I'm going to go put more lotion on my burn. Oww.... Then try to entertain myself until it's time for bed. Wow. Living alone is really very boring. Maybe I'll call Keith.

Just joking.

Toodles from the teapot.