until I finally get to leave the office. It's amazing how exhausting sitting on one's ass can really be. Although, all things considered, I feel that I was very productive today. I managed to spend somewhere around 40 bucks on stuff from SeeYaGeorge.com, for one. It makes me happy to support two otherwise unemployed Austinites, and where else are you going to find a t-shirt that says, "Democrats are sexy...who ever heard of a good piece of elephant?" The entire afternoon was devoted to bush-bashing, as a matter of fact...I probably spent an hour on Bush Removal reading up on all of the wonderful things people have to say about our leader. My personal favorite was probably the quote by Ron Reagan, Jr.: "What's his accomplishment? That he's no longer an obnoxious drunk?" Then, of course, I had to cruise by my old favorites, Moveon.org and Michael Moore's site. Lots of fun stuff going on in light of the convention. If I didn't have such an obsession with keeping my job, I would definitely be raising hell in New York. I actually heard that the student government just approved $52k from their budget to try and get Moore to speak here sometime this fall. It's so damn nice to be out of Texas...don't get me wrong, it doesn't totally suck (hello, Austin), but we liberals have to travel in packs and be as inconspicuous as possible. Up here nobody's in the closet. It's good times.
So the great ipod moral dilemma continues. It hasn't been claimed, so it sits here in my office just begging to be listened to. And I'm happy to oblige, after all, our time together could end at any moment. And good music wasn't meant to sit idly by--it must be heard! I'm still in the middle of my Postal Service thing. I figure I'm still within the ethical boundaries if all I do is LISTEN to the ipod in the office. If I start adding music to it, carrying it around, buying it new headphones and a case, giving it a name, telling it how much I love it...then I've probably crossed the line. I will try to be careful.
I can't watch Sex and the City tonight, and this is unfortunate. Luckily, however, I will probably be out having a drink with some friends, which is actually in the spirit of Sex and the City, so I guess it's ok. Maybe I'll break out the hootchie clothes and see if I can score. Maybe not. I think I'm too tired to flirt. And that's how you know you're approaching rock bottom, people.
That is all...
-pg
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Sunday, August 29, 2004
Sunday Morning Torture
Yes, it's Sunday, and I've been awake since quarter to seven. Why, you ask? Why would anyone do such a thing if they didn't have to? It's not like it's Easter or anything (and truth be told, I've never been able to do the whole sunrise service thing--I just think God really wants me to get enough sleep, you know?). No, the reason for my premature awakening is the fact that I'm still checking in freshmen. For whatever reason, the powers that be at my new place of employment thought it would be a good idea to have a desk in each hall open from 8am to 5pm from Wednesday to Sunday. What does this mean? It means seven days in a row without a day off, sleep deprivation, and a very irritable staff. Sigh. There MUST be a better way to do this.
Whoo-hoo for the return of the Assclownette CD!!!! Vixen, I will contact you to arrange for its safe recovery. It's not a moment too soon--I've been pining away for my favorite Duncan Sheik song (track number seven, if you want to give it a listen). Let this be a lesson to all: when your friend is visiting and your toxic ex-boyfriend shows up at the door, don't get so freaked out and distracted that you leave your favorite CD in the karaoke machine! It's all about priorities!
So does anybody want to buy me this cd? I'm thinking The Postal Service might be my next band obsession, even though they're not really a band, more of a side project (speaking of side projects, does anybody remember The Rentals, our beloved Weezer spinoff?) Somebody turned in a lost ipod to the office and as of yet, it hasn't been retrieved. So, of course, I felt it my duty to peruse the song list, and instead of finding the top 40 that I feared, I discovered Jack Johnson, Modest Mouse, some underground Dave Matthews, and the aforementioned The Postal Service. Impressive. And then I thought, well, nobody's looking, so I decided to give the PS a listen--i'd heard and enjoyed at least one of their songs (thanks to The Guy). And I do believe I'm hooked. They're very catchy electropop, which is always fun. All hail the good music. Perhaps the owner will come to claim it, and he will be an extremely cute non-republican guy who knows how to cook, likes dogs and babies and quick-witted curvaceous women, and spends hours watching all of the Law and Orders. A romance could be born, and at the wedding we'd tell everyone how Macintosh technology and good songs brought us together. Hmmm....One can hope.
Well, I think my staff is getting restless. None of them had breakfast and they're starting to eye one another hungrily. It's time to check on them before things get ugly. More peacegrrl news to come...
-pg
Whoo-hoo for the return of the Assclownette CD!!!! Vixen, I will contact you to arrange for its safe recovery. It's not a moment too soon--I've been pining away for my favorite Duncan Sheik song (track number seven, if you want to give it a listen). Let this be a lesson to all: when your friend is visiting and your toxic ex-boyfriend shows up at the door, don't get so freaked out and distracted that you leave your favorite CD in the karaoke machine! It's all about priorities!
So does anybody want to buy me this cd? I'm thinking The Postal Service might be my next band obsession, even though they're not really a band, more of a side project (speaking of side projects, does anybody remember The Rentals, our beloved Weezer spinoff?) Somebody turned in a lost ipod to the office and as of yet, it hasn't been retrieved. So, of course, I felt it my duty to peruse the song list, and instead of finding the top 40 that I feared, I discovered Jack Johnson, Modest Mouse, some underground Dave Matthews, and the aforementioned The Postal Service. Impressive. And then I thought, well, nobody's looking, so I decided to give the PS a listen--i'd heard and enjoyed at least one of their songs (thanks to The Guy). And I do believe I'm hooked. They're very catchy electropop, which is always fun. All hail the good music. Perhaps the owner will come to claim it, and he will be an extremely cute non-republican guy who knows how to cook, likes dogs and babies and quick-witted curvaceous women, and spends hours watching all of the Law and Orders. A romance could be born, and at the wedding we'd tell everyone how Macintosh technology and good songs brought us together. Hmmm....One can hope.
Well, I think my staff is getting restless. None of them had breakfast and they're starting to eye one another hungrily. It's time to check on them before things get ugly. More peacegrrl news to come...
-pg
Friday, August 27, 2004
Overheard today...
"For every gay man that comes out of the closet, somewhere there's a fat girl crying in the corner." Allegedly this refers to the syndrome that occurs when the voluptuous woman meets a guy who's nice to her, starts to fall for him, and then gets to be the first to find out that not only isn't there a chance in hell, but he's chosen HER to be his confidant!
Interesting. Hasn't happened to me yet. Give me time.
-pg
Interesting. Hasn't happened to me yet. Give me time.
-pg
If bitching were an Olympic sport, I'd kick China's ass
The above is my one and only acknowledgement to The Games. I'm sick of them--they've overtaken Bravo and MSNBC, and they're really starting to get in the way of "Law And Order: SVU" on USA. It is time for them to be over. I don't do well with disruptions in my television routine. And if that makes me sound pathetic, it's because I am. Back off!
Time for a shout-out to creepy office guy, who just paid me a visit. Bleh. Why must it be so hard to pin down the exact source of the creepiness? It's not like I can go to my boss with, "He gives me the uh-oh feeling and he keeps talking about his nipple rings. Can you please fire him?" He hasn't done anything wrong. He's actually not a bad guy. I just don't like being alone with him. He gives me the heebeejeebees. And he's been wearing the same shorts for the past two weeks. Nasty.
Sometime today, you should play the virgin game. And then you should sigh and shake your head at the fact that you just spent ten minutes of your life looking at bad pictures and speculating on the sex lives of others. It's a strange, sad world we live in, folks...
So life in Ohio is plugging on. The freshmen have descended upon us, the air is thick with the smell of underage drinking, and it's official: a new school year has begun. It's kind of fun to be on a real college campus, as opposed to TLU, which is really more like a small high school with residence halls. Up here there are actual people of color, instead of hordes of rich white kids and the occasional token African-American who was recruited for track or football. What's more, people are actually allowed to talk about sex instead of pretending it doesn't exist outside of marriage. They even--gasp!--had Planned Parenthood come out and give condoms to the RAs. I don't know, TLU has its advantages, but there were so many topics that were taboo, so many restrictions on who you could talk to, what you could say, and what lines you could and couldn't cross. I feel like I was in a vacuum for three years and now I'm finally working in the real world (well, as real as a college campus can actually be). It's extremely relieving.
On that profound note--I suppose I should do some real work today, so I'll end this before creepy office guy comes back and tries to read over my shoulder.
-peacegrrl
Time for a shout-out to creepy office guy, who just paid me a visit. Bleh. Why must it be so hard to pin down the exact source of the creepiness? It's not like I can go to my boss with, "He gives me the uh-oh feeling and he keeps talking about his nipple rings. Can you please fire him?" He hasn't done anything wrong. He's actually not a bad guy. I just don't like being alone with him. He gives me the heebeejeebees. And he's been wearing the same shorts for the past two weeks. Nasty.
Sometime today, you should play the virgin game. And then you should sigh and shake your head at the fact that you just spent ten minutes of your life looking at bad pictures and speculating on the sex lives of others. It's a strange, sad world we live in, folks...
So life in Ohio is plugging on. The freshmen have descended upon us, the air is thick with the smell of underage drinking, and it's official: a new school year has begun. It's kind of fun to be on a real college campus, as opposed to TLU, which is really more like a small high school with residence halls. Up here there are actual people of color, instead of hordes of rich white kids and the occasional token African-American who was recruited for track or football. What's more, people are actually allowed to talk about sex instead of pretending it doesn't exist outside of marriage. They even--gasp!--had Planned Parenthood come out and give condoms to the RAs. I don't know, TLU has its advantages, but there were so many topics that were taboo, so many restrictions on who you could talk to, what you could say, and what lines you could and couldn't cross. I feel like I was in a vacuum for three years and now I'm finally working in the real world (well, as real as a college campus can actually be). It's extremely relieving.
On that profound note--I suppose I should do some real work today, so I'll end this before creepy office guy comes back and tries to read over my shoulder.
-peacegrrl
Saturday, August 21, 2004
Six Days In...
A few updates for those of you keeping track at home:
1. It took over three weeks for me to get an e-mail account from my new employer. I am not impressed.
2. My new pager is a piece of crap. But at least it gets entertainment updates and horoscopes. It is important to find joy in the little things.
3. The RHD next door and I are related. Really! Distant cousins. It's a small world.
4. My staff is still cool. One of them is a negative pain in the butt, another one is a little ditzy, and a third one is afraid of her own shadow, but I like to think of them as a lump of raw talent just waiting to be shaped by my able hands.
5. It smelled like marijuana outside my apartment last night, but we were never able to locate the source. Very disappointing.
6. Knibb High football rules!
That's all for today...
-pg
1. It took over three weeks for me to get an e-mail account from my new employer. I am not impressed.
2. My new pager is a piece of crap. But at least it gets entertainment updates and horoscopes. It is important to find joy in the little things.
3. The RHD next door and I are related. Really! Distant cousins. It's a small world.
4. My staff is still cool. One of them is a negative pain in the butt, another one is a little ditzy, and a third one is afraid of her own shadow, but I like to think of them as a lump of raw talent just waiting to be shaped by my able hands.
5. It smelled like marijuana outside my apartment last night, but we were never able to locate the source. Very disappointing.
6. Knibb High football rules!
That's all for today...
-pg
Sunday, August 15, 2004
The Chaos Begins!
Well, it's August 15, which, in the illustrious, high-paying (ha!) world of student affairs, means STRESS. So forgive me if the posts get a little more erratic over the next few weeks--I'll be happy just to get a shower on a regular basis. There are a few items of note, however:
1. I look like a moron on my new Ohio driver's license. (I was hung over, okay?)
2. Honey Brown is on tap at every bar I've been to since I got here. Gotta love the north.
3. As a whole, my new staff is a very cool group of people. I also don't find any of the guys particularly attractive. This is most definitely a good thing.
4. I made the investment and bought, rather than downloaded, the new Modest Mouse CD. I highly recommend it.
5. George W. Bush is an idiot. (Not referring to anything in particular, just thought I'd throw that in. Couldn't hurt.)
That's about all. Work is kicking my ass, but I continue to include among my daily prayers of thanksgiving the fact that I'm not at TLU anymore. I'm making new friends, enjoying the hot undergrads while still pining for The Guy, and still not getting any, but to quote Abby from The Truth About Cats and Dogs, "One can survive. This is the mechanical age."
I promise to post an occasional update as we enter the saga of freshman move-in. Wish me luck.
-pg
1. I look like a moron on my new Ohio driver's license. (I was hung over, okay?)
2. Honey Brown is on tap at every bar I've been to since I got here. Gotta love the north.
3. As a whole, my new staff is a very cool group of people. I also don't find any of the guys particularly attractive. This is most definitely a good thing.
4. I made the investment and bought, rather than downloaded, the new Modest Mouse CD. I highly recommend it.
5. George W. Bush is an idiot. (Not referring to anything in particular, just thought I'd throw that in. Couldn't hurt.)
That's about all. Work is kicking my ass, but I continue to include among my daily prayers of thanksgiving the fact that I'm not at TLU anymore. I'm making new friends, enjoying the hot undergrads while still pining for The Guy, and still not getting any, but to quote Abby from The Truth About Cats and Dogs, "One can survive. This is the mechanical age."
I promise to post an occasional update as we enter the saga of freshman move-in. Wish me luck.
-pg
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
36 questions
Questions stolen from Murphy's blog, source of all things cool...
1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR BEDROOM WALLS? Off-white
2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? A few...Evidence of Things Unseen, by Marianne Wiggins, Stupid White Men, by Michael Moore, and, for trash romance fun, Morning Glory, by LaVyrle Spencer
3. WHAT’S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? James Dean
4. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? Trivial Pursuit
5. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? Real Simple
6. FAVORITE SMELL? I'll have to get back to you on that
7. FAVORITE COLOR? Probably blue, but orange and purple and green are good too
8. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR? puke-green
9. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOUR ANSWERING MACHINE PICKS UP? four, i think
10. MOST IMPORTANT MATERIAL THING IN MY LIFE? Either my car or my computer
11. FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ICE CREAM? Ben and Jerry's One Sweet Whirled (coffee with caramel, marshmallow swirl, and fudge chunks)
12. DO YOU BREAK THE SPEED LIMIT DAILY? Yeah, defensive driving did me no good
13. DO YOU HAVE A STUFFED ANIMAL IN YOUR ROOM SOMEWHERE? Yes, a beanie baby with a peace sign on it...they don't call me peacegrrl for nothing
14. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY? Scary, as anyone who knows me can tell you
15. FAVORITE DRINK? Non-alcoholic: diet pepsi. Alcoholic: Tequiza (don't laugh at me.)
16. WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY? March 28, 1979
17. FAVORITE VEGETABLES? Broccolli, green peppers
18. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Lead singer in a band, or politician, can't decide
19. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY COLOR HAIR, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Some variation of red
20. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? As Mr. Big on Sex and the City would say, "abso-fucking-lutely."
21. TOP THREE FAVORITE MOVIES (IN ORDER)? This changes from week to week, but right now it's probably Amelie, Sense and Sensibility, and Bridget Jones' Diary
22. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? Of course
23. WHAT’S UNDER YOUR BED? God only knows, and I'm in no hurry to find out
24. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? Eight
25. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH ON TV & IN PERSON? TV: basketball; in person: baseball
26. WHAT IS YOUR SINGLE BIGGEST FEAR? Fucking up too big for it to be fixed
27. FAVORITE CD OF ALL TIME & RIGHT NOW? Mason Jennings, self-titled
28. FAVORITE TV SHOW OF ALL TIME & RIGHT NOW? either Sex and the City or Law and Order SVU
29. HAMBURGERS OR HOT DOGS? I don't eat red meat, but if I did, hot dogs, definitely
30. THE COOLEST PLACES YOU’VE EVER BEEN? Nowhere cool lately, but when I was little I lived in both Brooklyn and Cuba, so I guess that's cool
31. WHAT WALLPAPER AND/OR SCREENSAVER IS ON YOUR COMPUTER RIGHT NOW? Peace Corps screensaver, plain background
32. DOES MCDONALD’S SKIMP ON YOUR FRIES & DO YOU CARE? All the time, don't care because I never eat them all
33. FAVORITE CHAIN RESTAURANT(s)? Currently, Taco Cabana but only because there aren't any up here
34. IF YOU HAVE A BOY (OR HAVE ANOTHER BOY) WHAT WOULD YOU NAME HIM? No idea
35. IF YOU COULD LEARN TO PLAY ONE INSTRUMENT OVERNIGHT, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Guitar, I try, but I do it so badly
36. WHERE DID YOU GET THIS FROM? Already told you
Now, wasn't that fun?
-pg
1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR BEDROOM WALLS? Off-white
2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? A few...Evidence of Things Unseen, by Marianne Wiggins, Stupid White Men, by Michael Moore, and, for trash romance fun, Morning Glory, by LaVyrle Spencer
3. WHAT’S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? James Dean
4. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? Trivial Pursuit
5. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? Real Simple
6. FAVORITE SMELL? I'll have to get back to you on that
7. FAVORITE COLOR? Probably blue, but orange and purple and green are good too
8. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR? puke-green
9. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOUR ANSWERING MACHINE PICKS UP? four, i think
10. MOST IMPORTANT MATERIAL THING IN MY LIFE? Either my car or my computer
11. FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ICE CREAM? Ben and Jerry's One Sweet Whirled (coffee with caramel, marshmallow swirl, and fudge chunks)
12. DO YOU BREAK THE SPEED LIMIT DAILY? Yeah, defensive driving did me no good
13. DO YOU HAVE A STUFFED ANIMAL IN YOUR ROOM SOMEWHERE? Yes, a beanie baby with a peace sign on it...they don't call me peacegrrl for nothing
14. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY? Scary, as anyone who knows me can tell you
15. FAVORITE DRINK? Non-alcoholic: diet pepsi. Alcoholic: Tequiza (don't laugh at me.)
16. WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY? March 28, 1979
17. FAVORITE VEGETABLES? Broccolli, green peppers
18. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Lead singer in a band, or politician, can't decide
19. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY COLOR HAIR, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Some variation of red
20. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? As Mr. Big on Sex and the City would say, "abso-fucking-lutely."
21. TOP THREE FAVORITE MOVIES (IN ORDER)? This changes from week to week, but right now it's probably Amelie, Sense and Sensibility, and Bridget Jones' Diary
22. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? Of course
23. WHAT’S UNDER YOUR BED? God only knows, and I'm in no hurry to find out
24. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? Eight
25. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH ON TV & IN PERSON? TV: basketball; in person: baseball
26. WHAT IS YOUR SINGLE BIGGEST FEAR? Fucking up too big for it to be fixed
27. FAVORITE CD OF ALL TIME & RIGHT NOW? Mason Jennings, self-titled
28. FAVORITE TV SHOW OF ALL TIME & RIGHT NOW? either Sex and the City or Law and Order SVU
29. HAMBURGERS OR HOT DOGS? I don't eat red meat, but if I did, hot dogs, definitely
30. THE COOLEST PLACES YOU’VE EVER BEEN? Nowhere cool lately, but when I was little I lived in both Brooklyn and Cuba, so I guess that's cool
31. WHAT WALLPAPER AND/OR SCREENSAVER IS ON YOUR COMPUTER RIGHT NOW? Peace Corps screensaver, plain background
32. DOES MCDONALD’S SKIMP ON YOUR FRIES & DO YOU CARE? All the time, don't care because I never eat them all
33. FAVORITE CHAIN RESTAURANT(s)? Currently, Taco Cabana but only because there aren't any up here
34. IF YOU HAVE A BOY (OR HAVE ANOTHER BOY) WHAT WOULD YOU NAME HIM? No idea
35. IF YOU COULD LEARN TO PLAY ONE INSTRUMENT OVERNIGHT, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Guitar, I try, but I do it so badly
36. WHERE DID YOU GET THIS FROM? Already told you
Now, wasn't that fun?
-pg
Monday, August 09, 2004
One more thing
"A vote for change is a vote for a stronger, safer, healthier America. A vote for Bush is a vote for a divided, unstable, paranoid America. It is our duty to this beautiful land to let our voices be heard." -Dave Matthews
that's the right on, man, you said it all.
-pg
that's the right on, man, you said it all.
-pg
Can't sleep
It's sunday night, and of course I'm back in the no sleep zone. I think homesickness is settling in. I miss alicia, I miss k-dog, I miss my tx state buddies. It's freakin' 50 degrees outside and I think I'm actually starting to miss the godawful Texas heat. I DON'T miss the office politics, but I'm sure there are new ones to be had up here once I've settled in a little more. I miss The Guy, and even The Boy (but only a little and don't tell anybody). I miss smoking in the middle of the night, sitting outside on my steps in the humidity and hanging out with the lightening bugs. Bleh.
Really it's not so bad, so don't anybody go feeling sorry for me. This is the shit that happens when I stay up too late and think too much. I'm actually having fun up here and glad I made the move. I'm just having a pessimistic moment.
Go here, it's funny shit.
That's all for tonight.
-pg
Really it's not so bad, so don't anybody go feeling sorry for me. This is the shit that happens when I stay up too late and think too much. I'm actually having fun up here and glad I made the move. I'm just having a pessimistic moment.
Go here, it's funny shit.
That's all for tonight.
-pg
Friday, August 06, 2004
The brownies in my office are tempting me
They are indeed. Just sitting there taunting me from inside of their tupperwear house. Hopefully some staffmates will come by and make them disappear, before I do!
Enough about that. Let's take a moment to sigh at the cute coworker who decided to wear a tight white t-shirt for Casual Friday. [insert wistful sigh here] At least it's something to look at during training sessions... Seriously, I'm going to do my damnedest to avoid an office crush--we all know that these are never a good idea, fun diversions though they may be. Of course it happens that the only two straight, nonmarried guys happen to be on my particular staff. One is not well-liked by everybody else, and okay, he is a little funny-looking, but everyone knows I tend to be attracted to wierdos... and the other, white t-shirt-wearing dude is actually a nice guy. Cute and not an asshole...that puts him out of my league! The last time I started to land one of those I moved away two weeks later! :-) I'm really starting to sound like a freak to my friends, what with this preoccupation towards men. I'm actually getting on my own nerves! Is this some kind of biological clock bullshit? Who knows. Maybe I just physiologically need more sex than most women. Hmmm....
I've been babbling to everyone about how much I love Modest Mouse so I figured I'd spread the obsession to my blog. "Float On" will definitely win you over, even if you're not a modern rock fan. Definitely beats some of the other meaningless pseudo-punk-rock-clones I've been hearing lately. Since we're on the subject, let me just say how much I HATE the fact that you have to look so damned hard to find decent music these days. You can't depend on the radio anymore (although there's a nice independant station out of Akron that I'm liking), and MTV is a string of shitty reality shows. If you want to fill your head with good sounds and good lyrics, you have to make a deliberate effort in this pop-fluff-dominated world. Anything that follows the "make a quick buck" formula gets thrust into heavy rotation until you can't go anywhere without hearing it. And when a good band DOES make it, they're called a sellout, so the real artists stay right below the surface and they're easy to overlook. Just want to give a public shoutout to National Public Radio and The Guy for exposing me to such fanatastic stuff as Wilco, Ben Kweller, and the above mentioned MM. Don't let the damn corporate slutbags who run the media tell you who you should be listening to!
End of rant.
Wow, I spent an entire paragraph bitching about something besides politics and men. Go me. I guess now I need to be productive. This will unfortuantely be a working weekend, but I'm going to go out and get my swerve on tonight. Let's hope I'm good and hung over tommorow morning! Happy friday to all...
-peacegrrl
Enough about that. Let's take a moment to sigh at the cute coworker who decided to wear a tight white t-shirt for Casual Friday. [insert wistful sigh here] At least it's something to look at during training sessions... Seriously, I'm going to do my damnedest to avoid an office crush--we all know that these are never a good idea, fun diversions though they may be. Of course it happens that the only two straight, nonmarried guys happen to be on my particular staff. One is not well-liked by everybody else, and okay, he is a little funny-looking, but everyone knows I tend to be attracted to wierdos... and the other, white t-shirt-wearing dude is actually a nice guy. Cute and not an asshole...that puts him out of my league! The last time I started to land one of those I moved away two weeks later! :-) I'm really starting to sound like a freak to my friends, what with this preoccupation towards men. I'm actually getting on my own nerves! Is this some kind of biological clock bullshit? Who knows. Maybe I just physiologically need more sex than most women. Hmmm....
I've been babbling to everyone about how much I love Modest Mouse so I figured I'd spread the obsession to my blog. "Float On" will definitely win you over, even if you're not a modern rock fan. Definitely beats some of the other meaningless pseudo-punk-rock-clones I've been hearing lately. Since we're on the subject, let me just say how much I HATE the fact that you have to look so damned hard to find decent music these days. You can't depend on the radio anymore (although there's a nice independant station out of Akron that I'm liking), and MTV is a string of shitty reality shows. If you want to fill your head with good sounds and good lyrics, you have to make a deliberate effort in this pop-fluff-dominated world. Anything that follows the "make a quick buck" formula gets thrust into heavy rotation until you can't go anywhere without hearing it. And when a good band DOES make it, they're called a sellout, so the real artists stay right below the surface and they're easy to overlook. Just want to give a public shoutout to National Public Radio and The Guy for exposing me to such fanatastic stuff as Wilco, Ben Kweller, and the above mentioned MM. Don't let the damn corporate slutbags who run the media tell you who you should be listening to!
End of rant.
Wow, I spent an entire paragraph bitching about something besides politics and men. Go me. I guess now I need to be productive. This will unfortuantely be a working weekend, but I'm going to go out and get my swerve on tonight. Let's hope I'm good and hung over tommorow morning! Happy friday to all...
-peacegrrl
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Cow people are wierd...
...as my sister would say. I just have to take a moment to say something nice and judgmental about that awful "Redneck Girls" song that I inadvertantly heard one of the custodians blaring a minute ago...hmm, "hell yeah" to a legacy of stupidity, poverty, sexism, and racism. Country music...i can only sigh and scratch my head...
Big woo-hoo for Alicia and her acceptance into the PhD program....yeah man, that's "Dr. Alicia" to you...
okay, back to training now, and i left my milkshake in my apartment so I MUST retrieve it...i need the chocolatey goodness to help me survive another hour of "how to be an effective supervisor."
-pg
Big woo-hoo for Alicia and her acceptance into the PhD program....yeah man, that's "Dr. Alicia" to you...
okay, back to training now, and i left my milkshake in my apartment so I MUST retrieve it...i need the chocolatey goodness to help me survive another hour of "how to be an effective supervisor."
-pg
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
It's freezing in my office
It's too damn cold in here. Although I think I'm liking it up north; I drove all around town the other day without turning on the air conditioning in my car, which is virtually UNHEARD of where I come from. We'll see how happy I am when everything turns into ice and I go sliding down the hill on my ass, though.
So Alicia says that I don't talk about her enough on the blog! I was going to ramble on and on about her to make her feel better, but then it occured to me that I use this blog primarily as a place to bitch, so Alicia, do you really WANT me to talk about you in excess? Let's leave it here: You are the Supreme Shoe Goddess, my sister-in-crime, and if I could get you to move up here, I would! I hope you feel better now... :-)
So in typical peacegrrl fashion, I have been scoping out the Ohio guy selection, and it's not half bad. Lots of nice little undergrads running around shirtless. I'll have plenty to entertain me here when I've once and for all let go of The Guy. Wouldn't you know it, I've got nookie on the brain again, what else is new? Am I reaching my sexual peak or something? I suppose there's nothing to be done. I'll go pretty far for a bootie call, especially with a guy I actually like who really knows what he's doing, but Austin is probably outside the logistical parameters. Suckage. I guess I'll just need to avoid Dave Matthews and that Pavement cd The Guy gave me, limit my alcohol intake around certain people, and hope it passes. Grrr.
So it's after ten here, I haven't slept worth a damn in several days, and of course I've got eight hours of training to look forward to tommorow. Guess it's time to go. Anybody got any advice for me in my randy single-grrl state? Feel free to share. Oh, and check this out if you're feeling poor; it lends some nice perspective. Later, taters...
-peacegrrl
So Alicia says that I don't talk about her enough on the blog! I was going to ramble on and on about her to make her feel better, but then it occured to me that I use this blog primarily as a place to bitch, so Alicia, do you really WANT me to talk about you in excess? Let's leave it here: You are the Supreme Shoe Goddess, my sister-in-crime, and if I could get you to move up here, I would! I hope you feel better now... :-)
So in typical peacegrrl fashion, I have been scoping out the Ohio guy selection, and it's not half bad. Lots of nice little undergrads running around shirtless. I'll have plenty to entertain me here when I've once and for all let go of The Guy. Wouldn't you know it, I've got nookie on the brain again, what else is new? Am I reaching my sexual peak or something? I suppose there's nothing to be done. I'll go pretty far for a bootie call, especially with a guy I actually like who really knows what he's doing, but Austin is probably outside the logistical parameters. Suckage. I guess I'll just need to avoid Dave Matthews and that Pavement cd The Guy gave me, limit my alcohol intake around certain people, and hope it passes. Grrr.
So it's after ten here, I haven't slept worth a damn in several days, and of course I've got eight hours of training to look forward to tommorow. Guess it's time to go. Anybody got any advice for me in my randy single-grrl state? Feel free to share. Oh, and check this out if you're feeling poor; it lends some nice perspective. Later, taters...
-peacegrrl
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