I...uh...it's...wow...um...uh...

I'm just sorry I only now heard about this. People can be such, I don't know, insert any word you like...

Wow. Just wow.

The Crud...

Sounds like a dumb horror movie or something. It's just one of the many words I'm learning here. The Crud is when you've got a bad cold or sinus thing or allergies. I think I'm suffering from the sinus or allergy part of it right now. Anyway I love the words they use down here. I wish I could think of more examples but I think The Crud has taken over my brain. I think it was The Crud that made me ask my boss' Magic 8 Ball so many questions yesterday.

Moving on...

I've come to a decision about what's been recently on my mind. When something proves to be too difficult or too much work when it could be very, very simple, I loose interest in record speed. But have no fear! My work friend, Debra, is taking me out on Friday night to meet men my own age. What a concept!!! Men my own age, this will be an experience.

In other news, my nails have been gorgeous for over 2 weeks now which is a record for me. They usually break the moment I get them all about the same length and looking good. Well I've got my first casualty this morning. I tried gluing it on the way out the door but I did a crappy job with it. If I can make it through the day without incident, I think I can repair it tonight without having to bite it off. Yes, my day will be filled with concern for a nail. I live on the edge I tell ya!

Can't.. type...fingers...so cold...

It's 64 degrees in my office. My fingers are practically numb. I have a space heater on next to me but it's taking its sweet ass time heating up. Brrrr... If the students aren't here I guess they like to save money and annoy the employees.

I really like getting to work before everyone else. I feel less guilty about doing personal stuff on the internet when no one else is around.

No, I didn't go to his house last night. But I did manage to slip on a wet spot on the floor (thanks to my dog who drinks as sloppy as I do), fall, and get chili all over myself. Saweet!

The plot thickens...

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Where do I begin?

No, really. I have no idea if I should do a day by day or just an overall feeling or a few highlights. Ok, I'll do general highlights of each day.

Friday - Amanda's plane arrived early and I got to the airport in record time. I brought her back to work which I was a little hesitant to do but that worked out fine. I took her to parade (the march that the cadets do every Friday afternoon) and she got a real kick out of that and after parade we got to drive Trigger over to the President's house which is always a high point in the day for me. After work, Favorite Cadet #3 picked us up at the office and we headed to downtown for dinner (and drinks but she's underage so let's just assume she didn't partake). That was an awesome evening. We (by we I mean me and Cadet #3 of course) drank all sorts of stuff. At one point he asked the waitress for some weird shot which the bartender didn't know how to make. So he asked her to bring something else. She brought back the shots (2 of course since Amanda is under age) and I asked what they were thinking everyone else heard. They didn't. It was Rumpletmintz. Yeesh! I haven't had that since I was an underage drinker. The lady at the table behind us was cracking up at our reactions to the shots. We then walked around a bit and tried to sober up. And on the way to the car I got my ass smacked but I'm too shy to tell you who did it. And it wasn't Amanda.

So much for general highlights, huh?

Saturday- We woke up, got ready and drove down to Savannah. We got there around 1pm, did some sightseeing and got to the Riverfront area (which you had to pay a $6 cover to get to) around 2:30. We (and by we I of course mean me) were drunk by 4. Thankfully we found some average Joes by the bar, made friends with them and gleefully accepted all the free drinks they offered. Great guys, fun to hang out with but we had no intentions of crashing in their hotel room like they offered. Around 6 we left the bar we were at and wandered up and down the street with all the other partiers. Amanda scored us some beads and didn't have to flash for them. She did have to kiss a few boys but they were all cute so I approved. So she got kisses and I got three additional ass smacks. Apparently I have a booty that's screaming to be touched. Who knew?

Sunday- We drove down to all the various beaches around Charleston and had a lovely time. It was sunny but cool. Amanda got to touch the Atlantic ocean (but she didn't drink the water, she's underage, remember?) for the first time so that was cool. We made it back to Summerville around 5pm and immediately got into my bed where we watched movies, ate pizza and played on the computer (I introduced her to Craig's List).

Monday - Touristy stuff around Charleston. Hot Todd was our carriage tour guide. The Hot part of his name was unofficial of course. We were home by 7 where we heated up the leftover pizza, climed into bed again and watched movies.

Then finally yesterday I took her to pick up some gifts for people and had lunch at California Dreaming where we saw dolphins swimming in the river. Nice ending to a great weekend.

Freeeebirrrd!!!

Let me start by saying I was 11 and 5 for yesterdays games. Not bad I guess. The problem is that of the 5 losses, 3 of those affected the next round.

Ok, so I went to the cadet talent show last night with Debra from Protocol. We only stayed for half of it but apparently we saw the better half. I don't know that I'm going to ever be able to look at these guys with a straight face again but it was worth it. There were some musical performances that were pretty good. And of course, being that we're in the south, somebody had to bust out with the Skynard. There was an HR chick next to me and she leaned over and said, "Damn, I forgot my lighter."

I actually made it home in time to see The Office and I know I've said it before but I just can't help myself. I LOVE JIM!!!



Oh and Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Damn you Seton Hall!!!

I've lost my first game. I don't know if I can recover from this.

It's a bit nipply out there...

Yesterday, when I walked my dog, it was 65 degrees outside. Today it was 45. There was a point during the winter when 45 degrees wouldn't have affected me. For some reason it felt like 25 today. My grandmother has noticed that cold here isn't like cold up north. It can be 30 degrees in both places but it just automatically feels warmer here.

My friend Amanda is coming to visit and for a while the weather was going to be cool but sunny. Now, not so much. It's supposed to rain the days I had planned on doing all the outdoorsy/touristy stuff. Bummer. I think she even bought a new bathing suit. Maybe she was the one who jinxed it. I'm just excited that I get two days off of work. There's this incredibly annoying guy at work who is retiring at the end of the month and we're all kind of keeping track. He's taking two days off so it's down to 10 working days. Plus I'm taking two days off so that's only 8 days that I have to see him. Debra from Protocol is taking 3 days off. Lucky.

On an unrelated note, I read that they're closer to allowing cell phone service on airplanes. That's the day I stop traveling. Ok, not really but that's the day I'll officially hate taking flights anywhere. I remember how bad it was on the train to work every day. People going on and on so that everyone knows their business. I even heard one girl pleading with someone on the phone to say that they loved her. "Why won't you say it? Pleeeeease just say you love me" she squealed inbetween the tears. It's such a bad idea.

Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!

What have I gotten myself into? Where else but the south? It figures our state museum would have an exhibit on something so, well, kinda white trash. Ok, I'll end the suspense. This is what I'm referring to. I'm only here temporarily. I'm only here temporarily. I'm only here temporarily.

Tinkerbell

I'm going to stray from my typical humble nature (ha!) for a moment. My nails look awesome. I gave myself quite an attractive french manicure yesterday. White tips and instead of the sheer pink or beige that people typically apply over the white, I used a sheer white and it looks awesome. I'm having issue with the fact that this nailpolish peels off. I had one piece peel off COMPLETELY in a whole piece. It looked almost like I had popped off my entire nail. I remember, back in the day, when my mom would only buy me Tinkerbell makeup. I thought I was stylin' but I soon figured out that it wasn't real makeup. The lip gloss was sheer as all get out and the nailpolish would peel off within minutes of applying it. Plus I'm just naturally one of those people who peels stuff anyway. I like letting Elmer's glue dry on my fingers and peeling it off. If I sunburn, I like peeling that too. I remember when I was a junior in high school and the seniors had come back from their trip to Florida. My friend Jodi and I sat and peeled this one guy's back during gym class. My parents went on vacation when they were first married and my mom burned and eventually peeled on her back. Apparently you never let anyone artistic peel you. My dad peeled her in the shape of a spread eagle. Then she went back out into the sun and burned right in that spot. Poor thing had no idea.

A girl named Kevin

Southern women have weird first names. Norwood, Shelton, Vince and Kevin are a few of the names that have stood out. So the fact that my middle name is Stewart is actually pretty normal. I wish 10 year old me had known that. I would have cried less as a child. Honestly, people have a lot of trouble with my first name which has been standard throughout my life. Though I am running into (or hearing use of) my name more often now. Being called Alissa or Alisha will never change. I saw a name on a fax the other day, JoTerica. That's a great name. I mentioned this name to the girls in Protocol and now I am called JoTerica. When they say it I throw my hands above my head (palms upwards), give a little booty dance and exclaim, "Heyyyy" for all to enjoy.

My boyfriends are on TV tonight. At 8pm I get to swoon over Ace on Idol. That boy better not get voted out until the end. If he does, they need to use him as host instead of Ryan Seacrest. 9:30 is my dear, sweet Jim on The Office. I'm not going to watch the show though because I just watched that episode this past weekend (thanks to the DVD of the first season). I've realized that I can't watch the episodes twice. The boss, Michael, is just so awful and frustrating that I can't put myself through the pain of it a second time. Luckily there are deleted scenes I can watch so I can get my Jim fix for the night.

It is decidedly so...

I put on a headband today for something different. Right around noon, I remembered why I don't wear headbands. I have a bitch of a headache now. I can't take it off though because I have the ridges in my hair where the headband is. I'd look goofy. And my daddy always said, "It's better to look good than to feel good." Actually I think he got that from Billy Crystal's character, Fernando (the "You look mahvahlous" guy).

Thankfully I have some lovely flowers on my desk, leftover from an event on campus featuring an US Ambassador. We seem to have a number of important people here. Certainly more important than anyone I ran into at my last job. I ran into a lot of recognizable people while in casting but they're only important in their own minds.

I haven't heard from the Hobbit in a while but according to the magic 8 ball on my boss' desk, he's got the hots for me. Those magic 8 balls are so smart.

A Lot Like Like

I just watched an Ashton Kutcher movie and I didn't hate it. In fact I liked it. Hmmm...

Oscars are tonight and I don't really care. I'm going to watch the red carpet stuff and then FauxVo the actual awards. I'll watch 'em later and fast forward through the commercials, speeches, awards for technical crap, and the other awards for a bunch of stuff I didn't even see.

I think I'll watch some stuff like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind or Garden State. I'm in the mood for something with substance and a good soundtrack. Take that you gay cowboys.

I'm not the me I was a year ago.

Jim Halpert, my dream guy

I'm sorry that I resisted watching The Office for so long. I had a dream about ths one character, Jim, the other night. Jim has a crush on Pam who is engaged to Roy. In my dream, Pam was dead. Take that. Although I really like the Pam character so it's nothing personal. But Jim was all sorts of upset and was telling me that he's over the whole Pam thing and did I want to come home with him. I remember thinking that it didn't seem like he knew Pam was dead. We had to take separate cars and I was following him. Well two cars got between us and I lost him. So is my life...

Anyway Jim is exactly what I'd want in a guy. Tall, cute but not gorgeous, sweet, and with a biting sense of humor. He and Pam have some great conversations and I like that they've written her to be as quick as he is:

Jim Halpert: Last night on "Trading Spouses," there's... did you see it?
Pam Beesley: No, I have a life.
Jim Halpert: Interesting, what's that like?
Pam Beesley: You should try it some time.
Jim Halpert: Wow. But then who would watch my TV?

Going down a shame spiral

I'm eating a yogurt from the fridge. I think it's mine. Though it could be this other guy's yogurt. It's my brand so it's probably mine. I would have called to check with him to see if it's his but he never answers his phone. He's one of those email only types. I'll bring in two tomorrow to make up for it.