Saturday, December 02, 2006

My Favorite Poerty Vol 1

I come across writings from time to time that I love - but I always have trouble rememebering which ones they are that I love when they're not in front of me. The following is Funeral Blues by W.H. Alden. If you've seen Four Weddings and a Funeral you will recognize it. I just rediscovered it while reading Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking. I think it is best if you imagine it as read in the voice of John Hannah (Matthew in the film).

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Certified Human Resources Professional

I just passed my PHR exam! Kicking ass, takin names.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

whoooooooooo Donkeys!

The AP has called VA for Webb. The Dems have taken both houses. Rummy's out. Thank you America, you've finally pulled your head out of you ass (albeit barely). Now STOP VOTING FOR AMENDMENTS AGAINST GAY MARRIAGE DAMMIT!!

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

3rd party dreams or derailers

You want to know what frustrates and conflicts me? This:

Allen (R)
1,006,876 50%
Webb (D)
982,054 49%
Parker (I)
22,107 1%

This is with 80% reporting in VA. Look at that Independant vote. Add it to Webb's votes. Match that up with Allen's. I get frustrated because I beleive strongly in the need for a viable third party in the US, but I think I believe more strongly in making a statement against leadership like Allen's. I don't know, I'd like to be an idealist but things like this bring out the realist in me. A revolutionary I'm not, perhaps. Maybe only in my dreams.

p.s. - yes, I realize these #s are fairly insignificant right now wrt final outcome =)

Monday, November 06, 2006

Don't use the word if you have to make one up.

Message Board Post from Anon (regarding the movie Borat):
"I found it slightly humorous, but then very offensive. I walked out! I'm not too old to appreciate humor and satirism. But this went over the line in my opinion. I just couldn't laugh and feel comfortable laughing. "

Personally, I am offended by your use of the word "satirism". But maybe that's just me. Also I prefer if you spell humor with a "u". humour. It's just prettier.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

past/present tense. the question of the decade.

what do you do when you hold inside a love that makes you long for and wish for and daydream and it is, lo and behold, returned, with the same force and depth and truth and wonder, but occasionally and sometimes frequently life with this love makes you want to bash your dear sweet head in (not to mention theirs)? you sign up for therapy and then what? you let it go, huh? you think that's easy? you are wrong. there's nothing worse than two people who love eachother with all their beings but can't seem to get it together. its a tragedy in the worst way.

this is pretty much my first attempt at writing about this, this that has been a defining theme in my life for quite literally as long as I can remember. We'll see if I can do it. I can never get the words out right here. How honest can I be to all the internets? Well, let me unlink from myspace and we'll see....

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

shame shame

I have been scolded, mildly, twice today so far and its only 2pm. Shucks. The first was this morning at the 7-11. I ran in to pick up a soda and on my way out this bike cop with the cop sunglasses on (respect mah authoritay!) said something I guess but I didn't hear so just walked right by. And then he tapped his stupid baton thing on the column (no, no idea why 7's has columns) to get my attention, and says, ma'am, do you know what you did wrong? And I'm all, um, left my house without makeup? And he says no, you made a left turn across 2 solid yellow lines. Now, I can't really explain to you why this makes no sense at this particular intersection and I can't figure out how to imbed a drawing so youre just going to have to trust me this made no sense. Ok, I'll try. Basically there is a residential street (off which I live) that ends up at an intersection with a larger street, with a light. It splits into four lanes (two each way) right as it gets to the light. So your situation is that you are at a light, and are either in the left turn lane or the right. There is no straight. Ok, so imagine, right at this light there also happen to be two small strip malls, housing 7-11, dry cleaners, so forth. The entrances to both of these strip malls come off that residential street approximately 2-3 car lengths back from the intersection. You dig? The double yellow lines completely cover the length of both entrances. Meaning, the double lines extend farther past the intersection than the driveways to the strip malls do. Bascially, you cannot make a left into the stripmall on the left without crossing said double lines. So I say to the cop, UM, HUH? and he tries to explain, and I'm all, ok, sure, um, THOSE yellow lines there? Do you understand my issue with your explanation here? I acutally said, "are you allowed to turn left into here at all?" I'm still so not understanding what his point was, but I said, Ok, I'll make sure to watch that. Whatever.

And then, fun, I opened my office door this morning and stepped on a piece of paper (hate that, stop sliding shit under my door) and its all blue and in a nice font and seriously, this is what it says....

"Hello neighbors,
We have a very small favor to ask that we think will make a big impact on the appearance of the hallways and are seeking your help.

Each evening we put our trash cans out in the hall to be emptied and each day a great many of them remain in the hall. First impressions make such an impressions on our visitors and on all of us.

Please join our team campaign, that takes little effort and bring your trash can into your office. If you (sic) neighbor is not there, please be a good neighbor and bring their can into their office for them.

This may take some time to be 100% but the impact will be well worth the effort."

Seriously, CANNOT stop laughing. This is what consultants are paid to do people, THIS is what matters. bwahahahaha.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

deep thoughts

If I ever wanted to open an online store selling pots, I would totally call it, because I mistype washingtonpost all the time and I bet it would get a lot of traffic

Monday, September 11, 2006


I can't write well enough to express my feelings today, but CityMama out in San Francisco has done pretty well...I give you her words. Also, happy anniversary to my sweet Tasha, who made my day much brighter 9/11/2004 and every day since.

"Our broken world wasn't always like this.

There was once a time when I could sit on a plane without furtively scanning the faces of everyone boarding, feeling nothing but shame for doing so.

In fact, there was once a time when we never had to take off our shoes to get on a plane and we could take all manner of liquids and gels on board. Also, pilots used to sometimes come out of the cockpits and walk up and down the aisles to stretch their legs. I used to love seeing them, and I especially loved when one of them was a woman.

There was once a time when I would be able to sit in a crowded theater and not think, "Look at all the people in here...together, in one place... What if...?"

There was once a time when I could walk into my favorite restaurant and didn't have to watch the owners regarding me with sadness behind their eyes, wondering if I was one of those people that thought they were bad.

There was a time when I didn't have to be the first person to walk up to the woman wearing a hijab and abaya at Back-to-School night and give her a warm handshake and tickle her baby's toes (something I would have done anyway) to distract her from the rude stares and whispering.

There was a time when I didn't have images of big planes flying into big buildings and people holding hands falling from windows and distraught loved-ones clutching photos and pregnant widows etched into my memory forever. Who could even imagine such horror?

There was a time when I didn't have to think about what the last moments of a talented pastry chef who just moved to New York from San Francisco to work in a restaurant high in the sky must have been like.

There was a time when 2,700+ people from 90 countries were alive and well and their families and friends were whole.

There was time when I didn't worry so much.

That time ended five years ago today. That time—no matter how hard times were—was like a beautiful dream to me."

Friday, September 01, 2006


When I was in middle school, the VMAs were always during the first week of school, which meant I was not allowed to stay up to watch the whole show. I was allowed to watch until 10 or 1030 or so and then I had to go to bed. This was probably more torture than not being allowed to watch at all until they were replayed (which used to happen far less frequently than the 24/7 repeats we see these days). Of course, back then, it was fact that there was something of worth in the second half of the show, something to actually regret missing. You can see where this is going.

I mean, yes, I actually do appreciate Axl Rose announcing the Killers, I do. Because the Killers are a good band and GnR is one of the best bands ever ever ever. But come on! The best part of the show last night was the sideshow, the Racounteurs. Did anyone else get the feeling that noone GOT the significance of those guest starts? Does anyone even KNOW the history of The Buggles in connection with the MTV giant?
I just felt like MTV was making a decent effort at recognizing good music and the crowd and voters just kind of went HELL NO, i want me some whiny shitty emo fucking mess like Panic in the disco (I'm not typing that damn exclamation point, you cannot make me) or god forbid Fall Out Boy. Who invented these bands? They suck! What's funny is that AFI kinda looks like them but you can tell that they are different because OH! their music is GOOD.

So here's the question - am I getting old, or is music getting bad. Because I like new bands, I do, a lot. The aforementioned Killers, AFI, and Racontuers all get a big thumbs up from me. That whiney shit and that blingy shit? Listen to it at the clubs, I don't give a fuck cause I don't DO clubs really, shit, I will even dance to some Kanye, I like Kanye. But not more Lil Wags or Big Pony or whatever the fuck. But do not give AWARDS to these people, man! You will regret it later in life. I mean, come on, I can justify Debbie Gibson in comparison to these people and WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DO THAT?

And WTF is up with not giving awards to Madonna or the Chili Peppers, you heinous heathens?!?!

Also, I have not seen a video on MTV for some time. I tried this week. I think it happens when I'm asleep and at work.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

blogger, dude

you just ate my ranty post about the incompetence of comcast, merely because I asked you to spell check competence, you buttface.

quite talented

By now, I figure I've logged enough hours to have earned a PhD in Blog-Reading with a Master's in Wasting Time. This isn't to say work has suffered, per se, only that I have suffered. Needlessly, I'm sure.
So why am I so scared of the day the offers from all interviews come in? I am dreading, seriously, DREADING that conversation. And its because I've done myself a disservice. I've not told anyone for months how soul-sucked I feel here because I keep being told what an amazing job I'm doing, and really, who wants to rock that boat until they have offer letter in hand? Part of me even thinks that I'm running away from an opportunity to make real changes here but oh then reality kicks in and smushes my little idealistic notions. This isnt a place for idealogy, at least not anymore, as far as I can tell.

Monday, August 21, 2006

today gets a big

what-the fuck-ever. I'm a MOOD. and I feel a little guilty. But not much.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

I have confused myself today. Woke up this morning to the news on NPR of the terrorist plot that had been thwarted in London early today. Made me realize a couple of things, mainly that 1)something on the scale of 9/11 is going to happen again, we can't possibly catch them all, and there is more creativity in this world used for evil than I care to think about, and that 2)unless its nuclear, I'm probably just as safe 10 miles from DC as I am 300 or 1000. So no need to move then. All a very rational, logical, level-headed type of reponse to this stuff, typical of our times. I hope. I think there might be some people in Kansas or something losing their shit over this today. But I digress.

Then, the radio trailer for Oliver Stone's World Trade Center comes on with the Coldplay and the talk of heros and I start crying like a little bitch. Then I take the rest of the drive remembering where I was on 9/11, AS IF I COULD EVER FORGET,and then thinking about this article I read the other day about a father who lost his son in the attacks and thinks he has identified him as one of the figures at the broken out windows on the 103-104th floors in that really famous picture, and how that has brought him some closure. I rational or irrational here, I don't know. I am NOT a fan if this is just the beginning of the 5 year anniversary type happenings I don't think my emotions can take it.

Oh, and I forgot, how about we dont' play the commercial for that opportunistic tear-jerker crap in the middle of a report on terrorists, k? Cause that's a time when I don't want my ads to match my content. Oh wait, I never want that. You hear that? I never want that gmail, and, and every web site with ads ever, ok?

Thursday, August 03, 2006


Open word document to start writing stream of consciousness piece as work has become so dull as to inspire thoughts of alternatively going completely apeshit, throwing office furniture about whilst yelling I hate this goddamn place, or, in a more peaceful option, just seeing what kind of reaction I can get by just strolling into managers office and saying, I don’t give a shit and I feel like going home because while I have some things to think about, I have nothing concrete to do and have not had, for more than at most half an hour at a time, for quite some time. In theory I have things to do but in reality this has been my reality for several months now and both my time management skills and creativity are dying a not so slow and painful death.
I spend forty hours a week here, painfully, with every minute, trying not to smoke five packs a day out of shear exhaustion from all the monotony. You didn’t know it was this bad did you. Give me someone who wants eight hours a day to surf and Ill show you an idiot. I need a half hour to read my regular blogs and another couple of minutes on gmail chat and Im golden. Beyond that is a mind-sucking drain. I don’t go on the internet at home anymore except to look up needed information because I’m so damn sick of it. It is not acceptable to me to waste forty hours a week of my life here. Well, here is ok, but not with THIS. This is ridiculous in grand proportions. I feel uncared for. My desire to be proactive is waning and now comes and goes with alarming speed, although continues to be my one and only source of productivity. I have a brain and I want to use it. This just serves to make me want to say fuck it and return to retail management where I know I will trod home each day exhausted and reeking of consumerism. But at least I’m not bored nor are my Achilles tendons atrophying from the lack of movement.
But I’m not going to do that. I’m going to suck it up and I’m going to research and target and find something meaningful (and no, not in retail) that does not drive me slowly and than quickly mad. Life outside of work is flourishing which is maybe why the wasted hours feel just so unacceptable right now. I can have it all, right? Well that killed 10 minutes. Ooh and that's an interesting and timely phone call right there. Perhaps things are turning up.

Friday, July 28, 2006

perplexing things I learned at work today

the german word for colon (as in the punctuation) is dopplepunkt. The word for semi-colon is...semikolon. hmmm.

Thursday, July 06, 2006


anyone remember back in March? when I found out that I was going to be moving in to a new house? but it had to have some remodeling done first? that was supposed to be done on April 1? Yeaaaah....
It is now July 6th, and the house is not QUITE done yet. My kitchen was done, but it was done incorrectly, so now it is a war zone again. I've been staying with my parents since April 1. I am soooo frustrated but I don't seem to have any power to change things here. I don't even want to be bothered to decorate until this is actually done, but I am so tired of being semi-nomadic. I could have sworn my plan to have a 4th of July housewarming party was fool-proof, back when I dreamt of that far away date.
Complaining does nothing, really, so I won't go on, but really, come on, REALLY? You know what would happen to me if one of my projects went 3 months overdue and I had no rational explanation as to why? Fired 2 months ago, that's what.

Friday, June 30, 2006


4 day weekend is almost upon us. Its so close I can taste it. Can I just nap until 3?

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

in case you were wondering

No, its not that there is a lack of anything substansive going on in my life, its that I'm working stuff out in my head and if I say something today about my job, health, social life, etc., I probably won't mean it tomorrow. I'm on a zig-zag path but its going in one direction. Actually, that's pretty much always true. I do feel like I'm on the edge of something new and good. And that there may be some pain first - or just some sucking it up and moving forward. Cryptic posts are fun, no?

Monday, June 19, 2006

okay so I feel bad

for being negative. yes, I'm horrendously bored today. But I had a lovely weekend, and I should share that with you. I left work early on Friday and did nothing but laze about. I went up to Maryland on Saturday for an exam and a trip to IKEA and then I lazed about until going out to a birthday celebration on the waterfront, and that was lovely too. And then on Sunday I went sailing with my whole family and got lots of sun and my stomach was only upset for like 1 hour in the morning and that's really not all that bad. And then, we had a great big dinner from the grill last night and there was steak and corn on the cob and potato salad and roasted veggies and fruit with cool whip and it was good. So, yes, bored today, but not bored yesterday, and probably not again until at least Friday anyway, so YAY!

so serious

I'm so, incredibly, mind-numbingly, ridiculously, really really bored. And Friday was much like this as well. What am I going to do about this...I just don't know. Sigh. I'm so bored I'm almost not capable of forming complete sentences. I think my brain is slowing down to near stop.
I wish it was Sunday again. I needed like 4 Saturdays and 2 Sundays. Not because I'm overworked, no, because I'm BORED.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

bad american

I am a bad american, maybe. I turned on NPR this morning and heard the news, that Al-Zarqawi had been killed. I got to work and opened up and was confronted with a close up picture of Zarqawi and yes, he did appear very dead.

My reaction is not happiness here, its something closer to disgust. I realize we are at war, and I more than realize that this man is a very very bad man. But I will never be comfortable with the celebration of death. Never. And I wonder why the rules of decency change so much. Why is it ok to splash photos of a dead man, even a horrible human being of a dead man, all over the paper with 24 point font screaming He's Dead! Really! We know its him!

I get it, I do. War is horrible. People get killed. Americans kill people. People kill Americans. Where do you draw the line between decency and exploitation? We are, through sensalization of his death, making this man a martyr, which is precisely what he would want.

I wouldn't want to see Hitler or Mussolini or Stalin or Jeffrey Dahmer or Timothy McVeigh laid out dead in front of me in some kind of sick showcase and I don't want to see this. Forgive me for not being overjoyed.

Monday, June 05, 2006

i can't really concentrate on much today

so I've completed this lovely oscar speech slash mad lib. Enjoy, or make your own!

Sara's Acceptance Speech for the Best Series of Special Effects Passing as a Story Oscar:

Thank you! Oh! Thank you! I can hardly breathe! I feel so blessed! And this statue - it's so suspiciously phallic! Oh, thank you again! I just want everyone to read in the tabloids that even in my wildest fits of self-loathing, I never would have fantasized that this could ever validate my mediocrity. And to the other second-rate nominees, I want each of you to know how totally mega-pumped your jealosy makes me feel right now!

You know when they first told me I was n't blonde enough, I just had to take a Xanax and think about how great my fans have been. I guess it all just makes me feel kinda numb

You know, there are so many back-stabbing two-faced harpies to thank! First off though, I want to thank the senile old bats of the Academy, who looked deep within their lint-encrusted navels before giving me this fantastic award! Also, I want to thank Vishnu, for being such a powerful force in my life. And to my sister, who taught me to take life by the fifth of bourbon. And finally, to all the personal assistants I fired - I couldn't have done it without you!

Thank you America, and good night!

Thursday, May 25, 2006


I had a weird dream last night, which I meant to write down upon waking, but then all this work stuff got in the way, so now I'm doing it. Yes, it IS my last few hours before a 4 day vacation and I'm procrastinating in new and exciting ways.

Okay, so it started the way many of my dreams do, with drunk driving, which is actually a very uncomfortable dream state and is supposed to indicate a lack of control over one's life. I get it when I'm stressed, usually. Anyway, this particular dream, the drunk driving ended fairly quickly, and I ended up at Cornell, yes the University, for some reason. I was attending an information session for my friend Rachel, and I think I was posing as her. Anyway, I ended up filling out an application with my real information and then stressing the entire dream about if I was going to get into Cornell or not.

Throughout this whole strange montage I was fielding cell phone calls from Ed who apparently was rampantly cheating on me, but was being terribly honest and matter-of-fact about it, and I was attempting to break up with him. For some reason this was a tough decision, even while he was recounting the, seriously, like 15 daliances he'd had over the course of our, in dream time, fairly short relationship.

Any thoughts on this one?


originally uploaded by saralyn.
I've just discovered a new blogger, actually another Fish, and she has pretend celebrity boyfriends, a position for which Clive Owen and Blair Underwood are currently fighting to the death.
In homage to Fish, I'd like to present to you, the interwebs, my new pretend celebrity boyfriend. As you may recall, I introduced you to my current PCB, Jon Stewart. Jon is not going anywhere, I just need to supplement with someone a little, well, younger, more energetic, if you will.
So, may I introduce my new PCB, Diego Luna. I've loved Diego since Y Tu Mama Tambien, and I've watched Dirty Dancing Havana Nights like 5 times for him, really. Look how adorable. Yes, I realize most of you are drooling over Gael right now, but my heart stays with Diego. How lovely. Let's everybody ponder Diego and Gael for a few minutes before returning to our normal days.

nerdy fun

This is a macBook switching between 3 operating systems. So cool. (Source:Blurbomat)

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

ill tell you what i want

what I would like, really, is to spend about a week sitting outside in a very comfortable chair with anything and anyone I want around available to me. I just want to drink wine, and talk to everyone, and have fun, and never really get drunk, and play cards, and have it be about 80 all the time, maybe 70 at night, and just not work, and play guitar and tell stories and just be. but this is what everyone wants, no?


Oh, by the way. Finished reading two books this weekend. Love Walked In, by Marisa de los Santos (thanks to PH's recommendation), and Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, by Jonathan Safran Foer. I highly recommend both of them. Oh, and if you've read Extremely Loud and.. then you know, what on the last 7 pages or so? I'm haunted and saddened by those images, particularly in reverse, but there is also an eerie calm and acceptance like somehow seeing the images that way makes it all better, and holy shit, that book still broke my heart and I am so not ready for the Oliver Stone movie, that ass.

french to english

ok, so regarding the french, this is what I meant to say. I am exhausted, I stayed up too late last night and it was fun, and I am smiling, but I am tired.

this is what babelfish says I actually managed to write en francais:

I am exhausted. I remained to the top of the night too spent late it was recreation and im smiling but I am thus tired.

sweet. You get the general idea though. "it was recreation". love it.

Monday, May 22, 2006


je suis épuisé. je suis resté vers le haut de la nuit passée trop en retard. elle était amusement et im souriant mais je suis l'ainsi fatigué.

Friday, May 19, 2006

jest checkin in.

hi blog. how ya doin? I don't have shit to say today. It's Friday, so there's that.
what are you doing this weekend interweb?

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

you're a winner

this just amuses me to no end.

Let's Go Red Sox!

I am a complete dork about the Red Sox. I just love 'em. So when I went to Camden Yards for my FIRST EVER RED SOX GAME last night I was so psyched. Tired, pained by the 1.5 hour drive, but psyched. And then I got there, and I was waiting in line for the ATM, and I hear over the loud speaker that Curt Schilling was pitching, and he is pretty much my favorite pitcher ever (after John Smoltz and Tom Glavine and Greg Maddux, I heart the mid-90s Braves pitching staff), ok so maybe my absolute favorite pitcher RIGHT NOW. But still, I did a little happy dance and squealed and he of the bloody sock is pitching and I love it and it was great and we won 6-5.

And the stadium was about 50% BoSox fans, at least. Gotta love DC. I felt very much at home in my favorite hat..

(edit. note) and in other news.... shut up.

Friday, May 12, 2006

in other poltico news

I've got a little theory brewing in my head about the natural state of human nature as it relates to political leaning, basically if you are liberal you accept and love your natural state and if you are conservative you are attempting to curb those natural urges. Its basically a parallel with religion and Catholicism in particular. Conservative Guilt, if you will. Although they seem to have no remorse for some actions, I hardly see guilt there. The whole we can be pro-life and pro-death penalty must be figured out. I just don't get it. I'm working on it. Bascially, just trying to prove that liberals are heathens, haha. No, that's entirely not the point. I'll figure it out.

stereotypes destroyed

this morning on the way to work, stopped at a light, I saw a black SUV with the licence plate "NRA 4LF" and promptly puked a little in my mouth. And then I saw the driver, and it was a young african-american woman. My personal stereotypes on gun-lovers - out the window. Then, weird, about 2 more cars passed and the third was a Jeep with the license plate "US4LIF". Didn't see the driver. Do you think these two are related or do you think the Republican party is trying to send me a message? If only I'd seen "JC4LIF" or "CHOOZLF" on a third car, I could be sure.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006


spastic colon + french dip with horseradish and au jus + fear of pooping in public toilets = quick drive home today for potty break and nap. Yes, I AM that kid from American Pie.

Monday, May 08, 2006

please explain to me if I am missing something

If you are a myspace user, or a friendster user maybe, or just read a lot, or what not, you have probably been exposed to one of these urgent messages to collectively not buy gas on X date so that "the oil companies" will know that they "aren't in control". The most recent one I heard this morning was a discussion on Elliott in the Morning about a myspace bulletin looking to harness the power of the 70-however million users. Okay so then I have a question. What does 70-million people not buying gas on a Tuesday, let's say, actually do? You know what? I don't buy gas on what, let's see:
I buy gas approximately once every 9 days, maybe 10. Let's say 10. There are 365 days in the year. So I buy gas approximately 3 times a month or 36 times a year. Which means I DO NOT buy gas 90% of days. How is me not buying gas on that random Tuesday going to make ANY difference. How is 75 million people not buying gas on that random Tuesday going to make a difference. You know what? I don't need gas today. I must be telling those damn oil companies that I don't need them. But then I'll run out of gas! And I'll have to buy it on Wednesday maybe! Oh no!
Guess what, folks. Not buying gas ONE DAY does not do shit. You want to make a difference? Take the bus or the metro or ride your bike or walk. That's the only thing you could maybe even do, and you should do that anyway for the environment, not to push gas prices down.
Take an economics class. Let's say we, as a population, reduced our demand for gas. Well, what would happen is that gas prices would go down. And then, when we started using it again A LOT because OH ITS SO CHEAP? Its gonna go right back up.
Am I missing something?

Thursday, May 04, 2006

actually, wait

you know what? f-you you 80%, I'm totally going to write a story. I used to do it all the time. Old fashioned, with pen and paper, cause it's pretty out and that's a damn good thing to do outside when its pretty. now I just need to find time between work/friends/school/remodeling of house. Fuck.

very unusual and random post

Ever feel like you are about 75-80% great at lots of things but not 100% fan-freaking-tabulous at anything? That's how I'm feeling today. Let's look at some examples:
1) I can write a quick email that's 50-100 times better than anything that pops into my inbox all day long and is also polite, thoroughly informative, and maybe even funny, and entirely appropriate for whatever situation may arise. Its a gift. However, I don't think many blog posts here are of the make you cry/laugh variety, and that's generally what I call good writer. Sucks you in. I don't mean I'm going to write a story about drowning puppies or something to pull a reaction, I just want to be able to make you read it as I hear it, if that makes sense.

2)I've got fabulous hair (its ok, I really do) and pretty feet but I've also got like 15 extra pounds. AND see, I'm usually very self-confident, except for those stupid extra 15 pounds.

Ok, so that's just 2 things, but you know. See, I'm not even 80% great at making my point.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

its my birthday, bitches!

and I'm relatively ok with being 28. so far. I'm technically not 28 until 1pm.

Friday, April 28, 2006

there have been a remarkable number of these in the past weeks

but I'm choosing to post and share this one, because 1) its good, and 2) I want to be able to find it again, and 3)its a sobering reality when its all laid out like this.

goin to the chapel

i have a wedding to go to in 2 weeks! that means I finally have license to purchase one of the lovely little dresses available at anthropologie, such as this wee confection!

so happy - oh, yeah, and I'm really happy for my friends who are getting hitched, too!

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

do tell

internets, please share with me some good things about being 28. I've got 5 more days to pretend I'm still in my mid-twenties.

Monday, April 24, 2006

preach on, Abe.

In February 1848 Rep. Abraham Lincoln explained his opposition to the Mexican War: "Allow the President to invade a neighboring nation, whenever he shall deem it necessary to repel an invasion and you allow him to do so whenever he may choose to say he deems it necessary for such purpose -- and you allow him to make war at pleasure [emphasis added]. . . . If, today, he should choose to say he thinks it necessary to invade Canada to prevent the British from invading us, how could you stop him? You may say to him, 'I see no probability of the British invading us'; but he will say to you, 'Be silent; I see it, if you don't.' "

Thursday, April 20, 2006


4/20 is ALWAYS a nice, warm, sunny day.

watch out

I'm fairly sure I'm about to make a change of the four-wheeled variety, even though yes I know I just bought my car, and it may be crazy, although I assure you it's not impulsive. I'll post some pics if and when I go for it on this one.

no, hungover means i was drunk yesterday

my head hurts. five glasses of 8 dollar wine and 1 free shot. whoa. toooooooo old for this crap. on a good note, I stayed in bed for what felt like FOREVER this morning, and still got to work at a perfectly reasonable hour. sweet.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006


what number sin is greed. or lust. gluttony. envy?

I occasionaly (uhhuh) want things. I am trying to determine which things I want consistently as to not waste money on the fleeting wants. So, I'm making a list.

There is the amazon list

There are the things which amazon cannot bring me. Or just doesn't feel like bringing me.
pretty dishes

a pretty rug or two

some nice simple flatware

and then there's this...

editorial note - it just keeps linking you to the damn pottery barn front page doesnt it, son of a...

Monday, April 17, 2006


I want to buy a Volkswagon Beetle convertible, pref in the 73-79 range. And I can afford it. Technically, I can afford a second car. Its the insurance that is the problem. Insurance on two cars. Not a good idea.

Friday, April 14, 2006


listening to ziggy stardust and rock n roll suicide make me feel very pleasant, and sort of drunk, and I picture myself in skinny jeans smoking and drinking whisky and just generally being kate moss like. without the coke, though. coke tends to make people less than laid-back cool. hmm.

Good Friday fun

I've been at work for 45 minutes, and so far I have:
1) read an advice column, thank you Ms. Carolyn Hax
2) spread the gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster (Rachel didn't know about it! And then I spread the word to Ernie, too.)
3) blogged, obviously.
4) got coffee

Friday, April 07, 2006

Friday and all is well

Week one of my new job comes to a close. Its been an interesting move to say the least - I'm stuck somewhere between seasoned employee and babe in the woods. Same company, different team, different role. So far it has been very good though. Getting to put research and analysis skills to use, and that's my preference.

I'm moved in to the new house, but it is still a construction zone (don't ever even think about putting a "done by" date on your calendar when remodeling is involved). Just found out yesterday that I will be getting new custom cabinets installed in the kitchen, which means that I will have in my floors, new stove, new dishwasher, new paint, new sink, new countertops, and cabinets. So basically the only thing left from the old kitchen is the basic structure. I'm sort of fascinated by this event in my life, and entirely unsure of what to make of it yet.

So, still camping at casa de los parents for now. They are probably at National right now waiting to get on their plane to SF, so this house is all mine (although I must share with 3 cats) until Tuesday. Its been nice but a quiet weekend will be nice as well. Who knows whats on tap for the weekend. I'd like to get started on some decorating, but it may be a waste with the construction. Cable and wireless will be hooked up tomorrow for sure.

Back to work then. A happy Friday =)

Monday, March 27, 2006

love and basketball

idiot of all idiots, I've scheduled moving day for April 1. Uh, duh. So now there will be some pleading with the UHaul store to have an earlier reservation so that I can enjoy the game with my new hometown (22030, whut, holler! - haha)

Anywhooo - This has been the most tumultous month like, ever ever. There is upheaval every which way I look, and my feet haven't felt like they are on solid ground for a while. Long while. Everyone says I'm coming across as happier, more together, more engaged, etc. then they've seen for a while - but then this everyone is my family. I don't get it. If drinking until I'm hungover at least once a week, getting to work at 10 everyday, and generally feeling apathetic is together, well then I suppose they are right, right?

Nah, its not all that bad. I've got great friends, and I love them so much. I really do miss the excitement and joy that comes with a relationship, but I don't miss drama. I would welcome meeting somebody new and amazing, but we all know you can't force it or even admit it to anyone but yourself if you really want that to happen. Its back to concentrate on me time. I really don't give a shit if its selfish - my family, my home, my health, my work, and my pets and the only things that are going to get attention for a little while. The reason some things don't work is that I let everything go to deal with them. I shouldn't have to let everything go to make time to deal.

So, am I together? Sure. I've got a new job starting this coming Monday, and when I wake up to start my new job, it will be in a new house. I'm taking 4 classes and maintaining about 45 hours a week here. My apartment is covered in cardboard boxes, and is slowly disappearing, piece by piece, into those boxes. I try to quit smoking every third day, approximately, and one day it will stick, it will! Its officially spring and before I know it I'll be jogging around my new neighborhood on a 75 degree morning.

The huge gaping relationship hole? Yeah, that's starting to bother me. As the 28th year looms large on the horizon (something like 40 days from now). As a pass that milestone, I pass the marriage mark of my sister. If that doesn't make sense, you aint a girl. My parents got married at 20, so I've never bothered with that one. But when your big sister dates a guy for 5 years before marrying him at age 28, and you are single and age 28, then, well. that's sucks big nuts.

Just saying.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

go patriots!

ok, so i dropped 3 out of 4 games tonight, but the important one is won. GMU will face a UConn that just went through a helluva game. GMU v UConn. never woulda thought. Sunday, sunday, sunday! watch it..

Friday, March 24, 2006

its all i talk about somehow.

George Mason is in the Elite 8. And so is Villanova (goal tending, uhhuh, ok, whatever, it was but ew). Now, I will watch U-dub/uConn and Florida/Gtown. What do I want to happen, you ask? Well, I already saw JJ Reddick cry (ok, I felt bad for him), so some dreams have come true (no, i dont mean it). I want a subway series of Wash DC bball. I want to feel this city on its feet. I want UDub to win, and then I want Mason to beat them. I want Gtown to win, and then I want Nova to lose. I want the one seeds to lose because I only love the one seeds if they are from the Commonwealth of Kentucky. I want Fairfax to be a basketball town. I want Mason to play Gtown in the Final Four. I. love. this. game.

I love that my life is fuckity in so many ways, so great and exciting in others, and that I can forget all that and care about a bunch of kids on a court 3, 500, 1000, or 3000 miles away. I kinda wish I was at MCI.

Monday, March 20, 2006

i suck


sorry bout that.

Sunday, March 19, 2006


Holy oh my god! George Mason just knocked UNC out of the tournament! Which means they will be playing either UConn or Kentucky at the MCI Center!

Saturday, March 18, 2006

BBALL, Just don't read it if you don't care.

In other excting NCAA news, GMU and UK both won tonight. My alma mater beat Michigan State! Whoo! On the flip side, UConn pulled that game out. So does this mean they will be pumped for the UK game or worn out? Worn out! Worn out! Come on, cheer with me. UK UK UK UK! Is it so much to ask that there be a UK game at MCI? Plllllleeeeeeease?

slainte - did I even spell that right?

happy st patty's day! I am officially lame and old. Its midnight on March 17th, and I've already been out, and come home. Just wasn't feeling the Hill party I ended up at tonight. I coulda stayed, but my girl wasn't feeling well. She and the hubby and I left, leaving our 23 y.o. friends to get c-razy. Ah, the st. pattys. I'm in my green t-shirt, the tiara's been hung up with the shamrock beads, and I'm happy at home with Will & Grace. Old, I tell ya. Old.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

a little more of this bball thing

So UK pulls UAB as their first game, and then...they will need to face UConn unless there is a MAJOR upset. Sigh. However, if they get past UConn I will potentially see the Sweet 16 game at MCI Center (actually its Verizon center now, guys), given a bit of luck, with UK facing Illinois or Wash, if I'm placing my bets. If the heavens open and God smiles open me, there will be a GMU v UK elite eight game at MCI. Now I'm just crazy-talking. Its UConn for shits sake.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

mood = bad

I'm such a fucking consumer, I am, I am. I hate that I feel the need to buy new sunglasses just cause its a nice day. yet, that is what I did today. I went from work to that fucking horrible evil mall across the street and dropped my money on sunglasses. I hate traffic, I work for a company that makes its money from the fact that our defense and natl security budget is so huge, yet we still can't seem to properly equip troops in this godforsaken war in which the government still insists "hostilities ended" like 3 years ago, I love DC proper but I hate every single part of Fairfax County right now with a passion, and I'm not a huge fan of Arlington right now either. I hate that I'm stuck here until 2007 but I know I need that time to properly prepare to make a huge move, and yes, it is going to be huge. I'm in a MOOD right now, can you tell? and its because I've made myself a nice little life thats great and comfortable enough but not at all what I want for myself. My family is here and that is irreplaceable, so I will spend my time improving myself and being with them and not wasting it with meaningless crap. Yeah. I have no inspiration from my surroundings and that makes me sad.

Friday, March 10, 2006

this old house

I finally saw the inside of my new house yesterday. Yes, I realize that this is strange, but its a strange situation. My grandparents, both my father's mother and father, passed away in the Fall of 2004, leaving my dad and his brother with inheritance that included 6 houses, 4 of which are within 15 miles of DC. One of these is the house my father grew up in, the house where he lived when he met my mother in 8th grade, the house they went to after school when they were dating in high school, and this house is now occupied by my sister, her husband, and their two adorable kitties. I think that is so heartbreakingly perfect, its amazing.
2 other houses are town houses in Burke, which is where I lived from ages 8-21. Burke is many things, but convenient to anything it is not. We've all grown out of Burke, I think.

The last local house is my new home. It is a 4 bedroom, 3 bathroom two story house and it is ridiculously huge for me and my 2 little cats. When I saw the inside yesterday, it shocked me, in a couple of ways. First, it looks to have been built or at least seriously renovated in a very unfortunate period of the 1970s, style wise. There is an abundance of parquet, which makes NO SENSE because much of the house is hardwood. If they put parquet OVER the hardwood I will laugh and cry and roll around on the floor. The kitchen is a mess, I mean it just needs to be completely overhauled but it is HUGE. I love big kitchens. Each of the bathrooms comes with its own brand of ugly ass missmatched tiling, included the one that takes the show. The sink and surronding cabinet in the main guest bathroom is white, with silver and gold sparkles and stars all over it. Its, its, well there are no words.

The bedrooms are lovely, two at 11X12 feet, and one at 9X9, all hardwood, one with bathroom, all have natural light. The closets are horrid, but you know. Apparently people didnt care about VOLUME of clothes over quality until very recently.

The basement makes me feel like I'm in the ecstacy seen of Garden State. Wood paneling. Huge open spaces. So much storage I could put my whole studio in the storage room. Another bathroom. A bedroom down there too that is crazy big.

And then...the backyard. Or Sara National State Park, as it should be called, because it goes on forever. There is a nice stone laid patio, and then it turns to grass and keeps going and going, pass the hammock on one side (love it) until you hit a stream. Yes, there is a babbling brook IN MY YARD. and then it keeps going.

It is truly amazing. The upstairs dining/living area will be my masterpiece. Its got carpet right now, but we suspect hardwood underneath, so that carpet is old news like yesterday. There are 4 floor to ceiling windows that turn out on the bottom pane, to allow fresh air and breeze to come through.

Picture this..Gleaming white walls and light hardwood floors, slightly worn with age. In the middle of this expanse, we have two simple olive couches surrrounding a low, round, dark wood table. elegant matching side tables corner out the couches and on each end, creating an L shape line.

Yeah, I keep doing that with every room in the house, and in reality - I can do that living room, but then I will be completely tapped for a while, financially. And that's what worries me about this house. The potential, and the knowledge that I will not be able to fix and design everything at the pace that I would like to. Beyond the money, renovating a house takes time, and it is not a solo project. I'm not sure this house is for a single woman. I mean, the gardening alone is going to take all day every Sunday all summer, which is GREAT, but a little anxiety inducing as well.

I refuse to sit in this house and let its potential go to waste. As I told my mom last night, this will be a grown up house. There will be no makeshift cinderblock shelves and/or seating. There will be no futons. There will be no anything that you would see in the house of a 22 year old boy. Except there will be beer. But it will be good beer, in bottles, chilling on the back porch in a metal tub of ice, and served in glasses if you want them because I AM A GROWN UP. And the lawn furniture will be matching and tasteful and not plastic.

I won't move in until April 1, and there will be some renovations prior to that, most notably a fresh coat of paint and a new kitchen floor and counters. But our property manager put a lock box on the door and I have the combo and I am already tempted to go and sit and feel the house some more. I'm worried that I won't be able to sleep with all that space to worry about, all those doors to break into. That the house will make strange noises and I won't feel safe. I'm moving up in the world, neighborhood wise, but I have a feeling I will be more concerned for my safety. Beyond that, I just want to see if I can make it feel like home. Just me rattling around in there will be very strange, but I'm not sure that I want roommates either. What about the fact that I will be furnishing a house of that size, knowing full well that I will likely move back into apartment life in another city and some point - I mean, if I buy this house from my parents, it won't be for a few years. Did I say I wanted to settle in Fairfax? I think I said staying here my whole life would be a tragedy - yup, that was me, it was. And it would be. I need sun and ocean to really breath, I do. And I also need a city. So, really, when you think about it, I NEED San Francisco.

See, I've got house issues. What's a girl to do?

Thursday, March 09, 2006

productivity set in

and its terminal, im afraid.

anyway - stuck head above water long enough to check up on that SEC opener. and...yes, this is now officially the blog of the 2006 NCAA Men's Basketball everything by Sara...I think we have a winner in the Wildcats today. Thank heavens.

Okay, in all seriousness, ya'll don't want to read this crap, do you? So, I promise, no more bball posting until 1) UK wins the SEC tourney or 2) UK or GMU wins the whole damn thing, or like, JJ Reddick renounces his Blue Devilism and professes his undying love for all things Kentucky.

surprisingly long time

how long. can i. do. absolutely. nothing. and still. look. productive?

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

just call me dick vitale

real time blogging...

oh please oh please miss the damn freethrow fuck he made it shit.

and then the ball is in the crowd.

i love dean.

this game sucks.

f'in free throws again.

fuck #1.

missed it.


3 point game with 0.9


foul. gotta miss 2 again. do it

.9 enough for a cross court shot? hmm, thinking ahead

short guy.. damn. made it.

damn made anohter. over but fun.

pittsburgh's an ugly city anyway.

Kentucky game tomorrow.

oh, Mr. Stewart!!!

originally uploaded by saralyn.
This is my boyfriend, Jon S. Don't tell his wife.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

thoughts on the everpresent heavy

I haven't been like this since I was 17. The feelings are old and familiar, like what I imagine it would feel like to sit in my old station wagon again. A lot of unanswered questions, frustrations, inability to reach and find you, wondering. Then it was innocent but it felt as heavy as the world on my shoulders. Now it feels heavy like that and it is. Im moved to write in my journal, which you've read, you know, but now I post my journal here and it is exposing everything, yet absolutely nothing at all. Life is beautiful, an adventure. I don't know what it will be without you holding my hand, and I go to sleep every night thinking I. don't. want. to. know. The lump sits in my throat, like now, so frequently lately. Do I listen to the lump, does it matter if I do, do I swallow it down, do I push through, if it feels so wrong can it be right, how long do love songs all seem to be about it, about us. Life is bigger than this. When did we get stuck on this and how do we do anything else? Life is bigger than this. Our life, or our lives. One or two. They will be huge without this but imagine it with. Circular logic will be the end of me.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

with sugar on top

favor to ask, internets.
would someone please remind me to turn on the dang TV at 2pm on Saturday? Cause Louisville is playing UConn and my strategy of NOT watching to make them win is NOT HELPING so I am watching in a last ditch effort into the conference tourney.
And, we all know that during the UK/UL game in December I was like, hungover, comatose, just plain stupid, and was probably sitting on the couch watching the TBS weekend movie marathon instead of like, ohhhh, that game I would pay like 5000 dollars to see live? that's on? oh nooooo, i want to watch Fools Rush In!

Whatever. So yeah, please remind me if you think to.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

yet Im still happy. this is nothing, right?

Hi there blog. Little lonely blog. Sorry I've been neglecting you. Today is March 1, 2006. By April 1, 2006 I will have - moved. been to South Carolina. possibly been to Vegas. started my new position. been to 5 full days of various trainings. learned a whole new candidate profile and hopefully successfully recruited some candidates. done countless hours of homework and taken 3 midterms and a final, celebrated 4 family birthdays (and one cat). Talked with a psychologist willingly (like whoa). Painted new home.
There. That's the planned stuff. That's a lot of planned stuff. I like the unplanned. So, between the planned listed above and the unplanned, well - blogging may happen occasionally. We shall see.

Thursday, February 23, 2006



Tuesday, February 21, 2006

time time time

you know how when you go back to things you knew as a child, they can seem surprisingly small (like the drainer thing, yellow, my mother has used for macaroni since the dawn of time), or suddenly not scary (like the huge, loud fountain at cloverleaf mall in c-ville), or just rather unexiting (like the slide at the pool where I learned to swim in Petersburg). Well color me stupid, I didn't know it happened to people! I carried a silly little crush around for YEARS until last night, when it all went kaplooey. Which is good, i suppose, or would have been, had I not been super drunk. The crush got kinda chubby and he doesnt have a job and generally just reeks of loser, which I think I said to his face at some point. Golly, I'm so nice.

Monday, February 20, 2006

feb 20th is the day

the bloggy b-day. Feb 20th. 1 full year, one time around, 365 days, its hardly changed, its changed completely. Barely anyone reads this little spot on the internets, but i don't mind. its my little place to relay the funny things that come into my head, and the good things, and the bad, although you hardly know any of the bad, internets. hardly. i smile because I've done something consistently for a whole year =)

Sunday, February 19, 2006

music is it

"exit music"...radiohead....still, continuously, since the very first time it touched my ears...the most esquisite, delicate, violent, amazing, incredible piece of music I've ever heard. touches a chord deep deep inside and draws tears almost every time. i can hardly believe this beautiful creation came from a person. this is what music does to me. the epitome of it.

Monday, February 13, 2006

the madness approaches.

I'm so mad at basketball right now. Louisville is 11th in their conference, Kentucky is 3rd (with a 5-5 record, ew) in theirs. So what am I going to do come March you say? Damn good question. Keep my fingers crossed until then, #1. Then I have some (limited) options for generating some kind of cheering capability. First, hometown team GW is undefeated in their conference, having dropped only 1 game overall. But really, there is so minor a connection there, entirely geographical, don't know if that will cut it. I may possibly be disowned for the following statement, but I can say, if limited to only this season, F the ACC. I will root for any ACC team besides...ahem....Clemson, Miami, UNC, or Duke. As you can see, my options are limited there as well. However, UVA wahoowa for life and all that jazz. I still represent. I could arguably get behind Villanova pre 2005-06 season. Now, oops sorry, in the same conference as U of L? Yeah, no love for you. My alma mater, GMU, is #1 in their conference (the colonial athletic association) but, yeah, we know thats not happening. Memphis from Conf USA? Yeah, I been to Memphis, you guys really don't like people from Louisville, do you? Well I do. No, before you ask, I'm not rooting for Florida or Tennessee or Georgia, well maybe Georgia, but only if you make me.

I am left with Pac 10 as a viable option. Well, nope, sorry, but I'm from the East Coast. I dig SF and all, but its just wrong when it comes down to basketball. we are...I could go snooty on ya'll, Ivy League style. Princeton perhaps. Penn more likely.

Ok, ok. We all know I'm lying. I'm gonna watch no matter what comes. But if I have to wait another year to get all up in a tizzy about one of my teams, ya'll...I don't know if I can do it.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

st. valentine has brought snow!

After a winter full of 60 degree days (so not complaining) it has finally managed to snow! Real snow! I havent measured but 8 inches or more? Enough to cover the cat up to her chin which is freaking hilarious - and she loves it. The other cat is scared, but then again, she's scared of everything, so you know, thems tha breaks. So now I'm going to tromp on over to the 7-11 and get me some snow supplies, chocolate. I had the opportunity to go to a party last night, basically willingly getting trapped in a house with first drunk, then hungover people for several hours/days. Im doubting my decision not to go a little now, cause I bet they are sledding. Actually, its 10 am, I bet they are sleeping. But they will be sledding soon. OH WELL.
In other news, I've had Hey Jude in my head since Friday night. Perhaps it will go away no that I've given it the attention it has been fighting for. See, song stuck in my head, I've gone and published your good name. Now go away and bother someone else.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

two thousand zero zero

While driving to work today, I was thinking about yesterday's post. Specifically the party like its 1999 part. I realized, happily, that that statement will ALWAYS have meaning for me. Years will go by, Prince will fade into history (if he can ever manage to get older, did you SEE him on SNL last week?!)and generations of people to come will never get the full reference. But it will always mean something for me, you see, because I was born in 1978. Therefore, 1999 was the year I turned 21. And yes, oh yes, I did party.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006


item number 2 on to do list...
party like its 1999 cause I just got offered a position that is better than anything I could have ever dreamed up for myself. I have a new home and a new job, and a new car, and well, Oh, I just sneezed and got snot on the desk yuck, but who cares cause


Tuesday, February 07, 2006

movin on uh-uup! to the east side...

There are major major developments at work. M-A-J-O-R. Very good things. Very daunting things. Very fun things. May be in a position to actually put words in print soon, do not want to jinx myself. In other news, came to the realization today that I am not presenting as a fine-tuned machine, physically wise and otherwise. I'm on a high, for many reasons. Item one...I like 2 TV shows enough to commit an entire hour to watching them. First order of business? Watch those two shows, and only those two shows, every week, and find better things to do with the rest of my time.

Friday, February 03, 2006

its a little bit sad

I've mentioned Jerry Springer in the last two posts. Who knew he was such an important part of my life? Haha. Make that three in a row. And you will NEVER SEE IT AGAIN. unless i get bored and make fun of myself by referencing one of the aforementioned posts sometimes in the future.

dream dream dream

On three seperate occasions this week I've dreamt of my parents becoming embattled in a nasty divorce, and woken up actually physically crying. My parents have been married for almost 40 years (next year) and there has been no chance of even a trial seperation since about 1986. So I'm really thinking this is not a dream to be literally interpreted. This is what dream dictionary. com has to say...

To dream of your parents could be quite an involved thing and must be sorted out by consulting the rest of your dream. By and large the dream of a father is a dream symbol of authority which this parent has held over you, it could also represent power, or strength, or discipline. A dream of a mother is usually a dream that foretells a happy conclusion concerning a love interest as a mother represents love, protection, and nourishment of the body or the spirit. If a deceased parent speaks to you in a dream you will have some very good luck. Unfortunately to dream of parents in law you will soon become involved in an embarrassing situation.

Divorce (court)
A dream of a divorce, whether you are in a courtroom or not, is a warning that you must change your ways and learn to compromise rather then demand, or your marriage is in danger of divorce. A single life of frustration is that of a woman who dreams of a divorce because of cheating lovers.

This does not help very much. Attempting to meld these thoughts to fit "parents divorcing" makes no freakin sense. Perhaps Jerry Springer is on in the middle of the night and when I fall asleep with the TV on it just gets all up in my subconscious.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

state of the blah

two things:
1) This president has officially rendered me unable to watch the state of the union address. I think this is the first one I will miss since 1990 or so. I just can't watch or listen to him. I am the type of person who hates The Bachelor, American Idol, Jerry Springer, anything really, where I feel not amused but embarrassed for people. I hate to use such heinous crap to illustrate my feelings toward this particular broadcast, but its the best way to express the uncomfortable feeling I get when watching Bush speak. I may once have enjoyed poking fun at this president, but now I feel no joy, just something between apathy and disgust. Sigh.

2) Apparently, someone in California felt the need to keep the phrase "going postal" alive and well. Such a sad story.

Something fun should happen now. Like happy hour and pizza for lunch. Oh wait, yeah, that's already happening. Small smile.

Monday, January 30, 2006


I am very excited, because..I'm goin to Miami (Beinvenidos a Miami!) in late February (just when a few days in a bikini on the beach will surely save me from DC cold weather depression).
And....I'm goin to Las Vegas on March 9th.
And....well, thats it.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

todays horoscope

TAURUS (April 20-May 20). You immerse yourself in the business of making a goal come to life. An illusion of yours is cracked in the process, if not shattered. That's the cost of experience.

geez, im a little scared now. that's some heavy stuff.

Friday, January 20, 2006


I am currently drinking the best cup of coffee i've ever had outside of a coffee shop or ernie's office (he of the espresso machine). I treated myself to a senseo pod 2-cup coffee maker, and it is love-er-ly. I even bought some Milanos to have with my first cup, but the coffee is so good, i dont need one.
I also got an air purifier today, something i've needed, almost literally (oxymoron?) forever.
I figure the 40 bucks for the coffee maker and 40 for the purifier are well spent, because know I don't need starbucks and maybe I wont have an asthma attack, either.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

i hate it when this happens

belle and sebastian & the new pornographers at the 930 club sold out dammit dammit dammit! If any of you internet denizens have tix that you want to share, please do tell.
update: and dammit more they are playing in Louisville at the Brown Theater on 3/9 and its NOT SOLD OUT but I cant go to Lou just for a show....or can i? and I could stay at the Brown...and bring friends...and show them around Lou.....hmmmm, ponder ponder.
update #2): yeah, so theyre playing in LA later in, go see the show, visit LA friends, weekend in Mammoth...sounds like a better plan. Lou is old news =)

Sunday, January 15, 2006

mi casa

rachel and I had some time to kill yesterday on the way to watch football at sabrina's, so we took a little journey over to see my new house. Its so freaking cute I want to pinch its little cheeks, although noone's been doin any gardening for at least a few years. Its a mini-version of a house I lived in, on two seperate occasions, for a few years in my early/mid twenties. I love it, and I haven't even seen the inside yet. Its got a carport and a big ole climbing tree in the front yard and a good sized back yard. it is way back deep in a neighborhood, but still close to such luxuries as Borders and various restaurants. Not too bad of a commute, maybe...that one will be trial and error for a bit. there are endless possibilties. Now, I just have to be good and do a little packing every weekend, so as not to go insane and all when I try to move right around midterm time. Oh, yeah, and I'm taking four classes instead of my usual 2, because I'm crazy, apparently.

Friday, January 13, 2006

make me a man who...

such lists are ill-advised, I know, but

sara's perfect man requirements (in no particular order):

1) well-read
2) loves power ballads as much as he loves modest mouse
3) an appreciation of truly great food
4) sense of humor that meshes well with mine
5) tall
6) dark hair
7) green or blue eyes
8) inquisitive
9) able to party like a rock star when warrented
10) also able to have a quiet night at home when warrented
11) great kisser
12) makes me think about sex all the time
13) caring and kind

ill work on this some more...


my doctor just very nonchalantly told me I have a virus that is lasting, oh, a few weeks. wtf? and that I should take 800 milligrams of ibuprofen a day - is that a lot? no, guess not, my nyquil has 500 milligrams of acetimenophen in a "Serving" if you will. of course, doctor made this diagnosis without even setting eyes on me, which means to me that maybe I need a new doctor, cause my self-diagnosis is strep. but then, I don't have one of those MD degree thingies. But she really called me, asked me 4 questions, and then said, treat the symptoms, itll be over in a few weeks. Hellllllo I've already missed 2 days of work a few weeks at this intensity is not acceptable.

See also the post "Saturday Night Fever" for the root cause of my virus.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Its not a state, not a city, its a freakin district, ok?

my long stated assertion that DC is not cool is being challenged. perhaps it is I that is not cool. Perhaps I am, after all, the suburbanite that I so deride. I mean, I did grow up in a place called Burke Centre (yes, with Centre spelled like that, which is such shit). How did I grow into such a cityphile?
anyway, DCist, which can be found here, is starting to open my eyes a bit. The district is cool, people. Northern VA is decidely NOT. however, both areas continue to win awards for relative level of pretention.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006


seriously, what is the point of even having a web-based application to track all interview and hiring activity if the information pulled from said app is not accurate. really, how hard is it to have the app pull from the date entered on the little pop up calendar for any particular action, NOT THE DATE THAT THE INFORMATION WAS ACTUALLY ENTERED? it pulls everything based on date entered. So, when people who need to know need reports, guess what I get to do? go through every little transaction to pull the actual date for the transaction. this is 1) a waste of my time, 2) a waste of company money, 3) not fun at all, and 4) freaking ridiculous.
but little analysis freak that I am, I CANNOT LET IT BE INNACURRATE. perhaps this is my own fault, this failure. perhaps people DONT REALLY CARE. but I support economists and statisticians, they like to know about the numbers behind the powerpoint. I can't just make that shit up. SIGH.

Monday, January 09, 2006

saturday night fever

fun things about being single:
1) you can make out with all your friends and noone is gonna give you shit about it.

bad things about being single:
1) see above

lesson learned: alcohol is BAD, ya'll.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

its chaotic yo.

sweet, dude, I'm totally myspace friends with k-fed. too bad that song of his makes my ears bleed.

Monday, January 02, 2006


any true sports fan knows the pain of being, seemingly, a big fat jinx to their chosen team. cards fans, i'm sorry, but it was my cheering, my hand wringing, my cringing, my fist pumping, that caused, undoubtedly, both bryan brohm's previous injury and hunter cantwell's beating to a pulp today. i've never wanted va tech to lose more, and i've never wanted louisville (football that is) to win more. except maybe that miami game, where they also lost in a heartbreaking fashion. i promise i won't watch anymore. go cards! i can't promise not to watch college bball though, sorry, can't. but ill try to root for UK. probably to no avail. boo hoo.