February

I know it is ridiculous to only update this thing once a month, but to be completely honest, I have very little energy to do it during the week, and too much energy to do it over my precious weekends.

Today is Friday, and I am currently the only person in the office (as it is lunchtime) so I thought I could muster up some catty, dull, or possibly interesting musings.

Super Tuesday came and went. G and I, of course, voted for "Rocket Ollama," and I felt quite satisfied in knowing that we contributed to his Connecticut win.

I still don't quite understand how those motherfucking Massachusetts residents voted for Clinton. What, did all the college kids stay home?


My hatred for Heidi Montag increased this week, with her new "music video" hitting the internet. Generally, music videos are not made by one's slimy, lecherous boyfriend's shaky hand-held camera, but the prancing around with erect-big-fake-tits nipples andthe overexaggerated O!-face expressions made it quite authentic, especially for a girl who got famous for being on an MTV "reality show."

On Sunday, G and I are going to a Chocolate Lovers' Expo because 1) my mom bought us tickets and 2) we get free chocolate and champagne.
Who wouldn't be psyched?

Post-Holidays Post

-Felt normal after having 11 days off.

-Came back to work, expecting it to be like The Office because I have watched nothing but for days and was extremely disappointed when I remembered what work was really like.

-Saw Juno and loved it a little too much (Michael Cera! Jason Bateman and Michael Cera! A Dwight cameo!)

-Can't decide if I want to move to New York or New Haven.

-Decided I want to lose 10 lbs because the insecure girl in me secretly enjoyed being "underweight" (Don't worry I am not a binger/purger/not-eater)

-Decided Geoff loves John Krasinski more than me.

-Had a fun New Year's.

-Settled on Obama.

-Missed being job-less, even though I hated it at the time.

-Felt very jealous.

-Decided some people just lead completely charmed lives.

-Decided changes are in order.

-Realized I always feel this way in January.

Merry Cheery

So it is finally officially "Christmastime," and I say "officially," because I have smelled a pine tree, bought some presents, watched A Charlie Brown Christmas, and freaked out about the apparent no-time feeling that everyone gets around this time of year.

Geoff and I went with Bon (my mom) to get her tree, and it was so freezing, my toes almost fell off, but it was still lots of fun, and my boyfriend-the-lumberjack cut it down and (literally) threw it over his shoulder and brought it into the house. We left it, twinkling with lights, star slightly askew, and I felt an overwhelming feeling to stay at my mom's and bake and decorate, but I am a grown-up now so back to Stamford we went, though not without our own plans to decorate and get festive.

I feel very good about the holidays this year, especially because it will be my first actual vacation from work. Geoff and I will be tasting freedom from Monday, December 24th to Tuesday, January 1st. I am so looking forward to this, that I have to keep reminding myself that it's happening to get me through the weeks.

Because all I really want to be doing right now is watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation or the My So-Called Life holiday episode, baking cookies, writing out cards and wrapping up gifts.

Our Heroes

The Boston Red Sox stole my heart and Geoff and I have watched every minute of their season, leading up to their victory in the World Series last night.

I cannot tell a lie - I had tears in my eyes as I watched Mike Lowell (my very dear favorite) accept his World Series MVP trophy.


(Stephen Dunn/Getty Images)

See here for pics-
http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/teams/bos/photos

O-R-they?

So Mike Doughty says that the new Wes Anderson movie, The Darjeeling Limited is very good, and I, for some reason, always wholeheartedly trust his opinion.

Maybe I will see it this weekend.

I don't like how everytime the film is brought up, someone has to mention that Owen Wilson tried to kill himself.

No shit. Leave the poor guy alone.

I think I would actually hate to be famous...

RED SOX WIN!!!!

So after an nail-biting series against the Cleveland Indians, the Red Sox won the ALCS!
Geoff and I jumped around like kangaroos, sniffed around for some footage of Jonathan Papelbon dancing like a wacko, and then I fell into bed, completely exhausted.

In fact, I am pretty sure I was in a coma this morning, because I didn't hear Geoff get up and get ready at all. And I barely remember getting ready myself. Wow.

We might go to Boston this weekend to watch a game in a friendly, equally-obsessed bar. Although, to be honest, I am pretty terrified of the Rockies. Those guys are hungry and I can attest to Mike Lowell's YUM factor (though my boyfriend is cuter than anyone.)

We'll see what happens!
Also, keep your eyes peeled for any video of Pap doing his Irish jigs/Riverdances/who-knows-what-else!

Jealousy, Frustration, Felicity and her hair issues

So the weather is finally doing what I want.
I have a bunch of upcoming days off, including Halloween and my birthday.
I love my boyfriend so much, it breaks my heart when he leaves the room.

Perfect? Almost.

I miss school. And feeling like I had a purpose. And having an interesting day, learning things, going to work and screwing around with my friends there. I miss the days of Urban when I always had someone to catch up with. I miss New Haven, and running around the corner to Koffee, shortbread cookies at Au Bon Pain, sharing chicken fingers with James. And I even miss New York, Geoff's old neighborhood, that deli around the corner, braving the subway alone, Geoff's cold nose pressed into my cheek when he finally got home.

I like my life. I love my apartment and my weekends. But I am feeling a little lost.
And lately, because I have been watching Felicity on DVD, I miss Diana and feel badly about how things ended. An unanswered phone call because I just couldn't take any more criticism, any more negativity. I guess that's not so wrong.

Oh well. I always feel better when I get home.