Saturday, September 29, 2001

Go Wildcats!

Who knew that all it would take to put me in a good mood again was football? Yes, I complained about getting up at 4 am. (If you didn't know that, scroll down, read the last entry and then come back.) and even once I got there it was kind of a pain. It was dark, it was cold, and no one really knew what was going on. I was tending bar in the Stadium Club at the Northwestern-Michigan State game. I've always said that the only place I want to watch baseball or football is indoors. I love these luxury suites.

Once the game started, everything changed. My bad mood of all last week went away. I remembered why I liked football in high school. When teams are good, it's really fun to watch. (Sorry, but Drake and the Chiefs have not given me much reason to watch in the past five years.) Since we were in the Northwestern box, we all got swept up in the Wildcat spirit and rooted for them. The game was really good, and since I was a bartender and not a server, I didn't have to hang out in the kitchen or the buffet line, I just stood there at the top row and watched the game. The last half of the 4th quarter ruled!

I'm going to get a little bit frat-boy here...just to warn you.

So Northwestern is down by three. For about two minutes, we (we...look at that...I'm considering myself part of the team) worked down the field, and finally got a touchdown with about :45 to go. But there was a penalty on the extra point. So the kickoff was from their 25 yard line. In 15 seconds, they caught the ball and ran 75 yards down the field for a touchdown, pulling into the lead.

We all thought it was over, and just after there was all this celebrating for the last touchdown. But then there was a 50 yard pass, and a 35 yard field goal, and with 3 seconds to go, Northwestern won!

It was all so much fun (except for the 4 am part...) that we're all coming back for the rest of the home games. And since I don't work next Saturday, I can watch their away game on TV.

Right. Like I need another thing to watch on TV.
9/29/2001 05:55:00 PM link | talk

It's 4 am

Technically, it's 5:05, but I woke up at 4 am, and there is no way I would have been able to type anything worth reading at that hour before taking a shower. I'm working in Evanston, IL, about 45 minutes north of where I live. I'm leaving a little bit late, but I'm hoping that there won't be much traffic.

This reminds me of when I used to work breakfasts at Bennigans all weekend long. I would geth ome from rehearsal at 10 or so, and go to bed. Then I got up at 4, and went to work. Then I went to the grocery store, then came home, had some food, and went to bed around 3. I woke up around 10, had some dinner, watched TV, and generally hung around the apartment until midnight, when I went back to bed, getting up again at 4, going back to work, working till three, taking a nap, eating dinner, and going to rehearsal again at 7. My friends would say goodbye to me on Friday, and they would see me again on Sunday. It was a weird life, and the only perks were that Danielle and I could watch two episodes of 90210 while we were rolling silverware every day. Neither one of us know why we worked these shifts. It's not like we made money.

Which makes me wonder...what kind of person gets up at this hour on a daily basis? Why? Why?!
9/29/2001 05:10:00 AM link | talk

Friday, September 28, 2001
If At First You Don't Succeed

Although I have exercised this week, it hasn't gone very well. Monday, I messed up some exercises, totally ruining any benefit I might get from them. Tuesday was all right, but I remembered why I don't go jogging. Wednesday, I forgot that it was legs and abs day, and I did the upper body again. Thursday, since our power went out, I didn't have time to work out, and today, it's raining, and I feel like since I've messed up this much, and since I have to get up for work tomorrow at 4 am, that there is no point in exercise today, and I should just have some cake.

I'll start over next week. I'll also try to work on my run-on sentences.
9/28/2001 11:13:00 AM link | talk

Micky=Loser

So I haven't really been online as much as I should have. I've slacked on my usual reading and writing, because the new fall TV season has finally started. Every year, I anxiously await the Fall Preview issues of TV Guide. For some reason, I like to know the downlow on my favorite shows before I see them. Like on Friends, I know that we won't find out who the father of Rachel's baby is until episode 3 of this season.

Thursday is always a tough night. I have NBC to watch (until I get tired of Inside Schwartz. I'm already over Just Shoot Me, but it's a pain to make two programs on the VCR instead of just one from 7-10.) (Oh yeah...I usually get tired of ER too. I don't have the emotional capacity it takes to watch it that late at night.), Survivor on CBS, and Charmed on the WB. Unfortunately, we can only watch and record one channel at a time. And the cable won't switch channels if I'm not here to do the switching. So I'm taping NBC and having my parents tape Survivor and Charmed every week and mail it to me. Stupid technology.

Anyway...Angel started this week, and so did NBC. Next week is BUFFY! I'm so excited. I got a little shiver when the Angel theme started up, but I have a feeling I will go insane when Buffy comes on. The last episode of last season was hard to take.

Oh God...I look like a total nerd. And if anyone has actually gone to the Amazon.com wish list, they will see all the Buffy stuff on there. In my defense, a lot of those things are comic book collections which I've never read, and didn't really have the desire to own, but if they're in nice little packages, and have new stories, who am I to rebuff the comics? Hmmm. That really didn't help my defense at all.

Yeah. That just clinched it. I'm a dork.
9/28/2001 01:10:00 AM link | talk

Thursday, September 27, 2001
No Joy In Micky-ville

It's shaping up to be a bad day. Our power went out sometime before my alarm went off, so I was laying there in bed, thinking about how cool it was that I was awake before my alarm went off, and yet I felt totally rested. I was attempting to make workout plans, and had finally decided to get up and see what time it was, to see how early I really had woken up.

I'd woken up very early...if my alarm had been set for 5 pm tonight. It was 1:00! I had planned to get up at 9:00 and do some work. That explains why I felt so rested. Stupid power. I'll think I'll blame it on Allison's curlers. I don't think she even used them today, but this way I don't have to spend the rest of the day finding a scapegoat.

Grrr.
9/27/2001 02:23:00 PM link | talk

Wednesday, September 26, 2001
Hellacool

If you look at the box on the right with the title "Blogs" you'll see the name Wil Wheaton. Yes, it is, in fact, the same Wil Wheaton who was in Stand By Me and Star Trek: The Next Generation. I don't even remember how I wandered around and found his site, but it's pretty cool. And he uses the word hella a lot. Hella is a stupid word, but I now enjoy saying it, because it's taken on a new ironic twist. Trust me.

Anyway, he has an instant messenger name and it's been on my buddy list for a while. Well a few days ago he was actually there! So I talked to him! I talked to Wil Wheaton! Yay! It was nothing too exciting. I just told him I enjoyed the site, and that some other people who read my site now read his. And we all say hella. He said that was hellacool, and that it was hellanice for me to instant message him.

Hella.
Hella.
Hella.

HELLA!

(On a side note...Day 3 of the BFL plan was all right. I rode my bike to the gym again, but I forgot that today was legs and abs day, and I did the upper body stuff again. My bad.)
9/26/2001 11:28:00 AM link | talk

Tuesday, September 25, 2001
Body For Life

So I read that Bill Phillips book that promises to change your life in 12 weeks. And while the book is good, and has lots of inspirational things in it...it seems like one big commerical for his EAS diet products (sold exclusively at GNC...). He says I should drink three of his protein shakes per day. Or break that up with a Myoplex pudding. Or a meal replacement bar.

Let's do some math. Or if you don't want to do math, you can sit there and read, while I do math. 3 shakes per day x 7 days a week x 12 weeks in the program = 252 shakes. 252 / 6 shakes per package = 42 packages. 42 packages x $15.99 = $671.58. Wait. That can't be right. Let me get out my calculator. Actors shouldn't do this by hand.

Time goes by...imagine that song from Jeopardy...

Wow. That was right. Add to that the fact that you have to A) belong to a gym or B) buy lots of dumbbells, this program seems pretty darn costly. And if it's a life plan, he's suggesting that I eat drink three of his shakes every day for the rest of my life?

Pretty sneaky disguising a money-making venture as a self-help miracle book. The book itself cost me 10 bucks. Never mind that healthy food is infinitely more expensive than good, I mean, unhealthy food...

So I've started doing the program, because it's at least some sort of structure in my unstructured life. I don't have the time to eat six meals a day when I work from 2-7 in a suburb, so essentially I work from 1-8...and you eat when they let you eat, and you eat what they serve you, and you don't have much choice. I can't say "Sorry...I can't go to my table right now...it's time for my protein shake." Or, "Do you think you could grill me up some chicken instead of this prime rib?" I doubt the chefs would enjoy that. Nor would I enjoy when they start hitting me with those big white hats. Those things are tougher than they look.

I think that I should get a little credit for getting up two mornings in a row to do the workouts. I mean, I went JOGGING today.

Jogging. Ish.
9/25/2001 12:02:00 PM link | talk

Monday, September 24, 2001
The Countdown

Yes, it's pathetic. But birthday #24 has the potential to be pretty lame. So I'm going to have a little online party. If I make it more exciting on the internet, maybe it will be more exciting in real life.

Or maybe not. Allison will be out of town. I have shows every night that weekend. So I have a feeling it's going to be a regular old Sunday. Maybe I'll go to lunch with some people that afternoon. Rent some movies or something. Go get a birthday drink after the show. Who knows?

Now you all had some problems sending me McDonald's Monopoly pieces. But there is no reason to ignore a holiday as important as Columbus Day. And Columbus Day happens to fall on the day after my birthday, so you might as well celebrate that too. The Amazon.com Wish List is at the top of the page. Go and look at the list, then go buy things for much cheaper at Target. Feel free to call my parents at the old KC number for my address and whatnot. Or drop me an e-mail, but be discreet in asking...I like to be surprised. Oh stop being so selfish. You can at least send a card. :)

*End of Shameless Birthday Plug*

I guess there comes a point when birthdays are no longer that big of a deal. 21 is a big milestone of course. 22 was my last birthday in college, so it was pretty wild. (It was also the best one to date...although I don't remember much about 1-20.) I was on tour when I turned 23, so I drove the van to Cheesecake Factory in Atlanta and had dinner with the cast. That was a good time. But pretty low key. We drove to Tennessee or something the next day. Woo. Remember when your birthday was the best holiday of the year? Even better than Christmas, because you didn't have to share the day with any of your friends, let alone the son of God? When did that go away?

Sometimes I feel old.
9/24/2001 11:26:00 AM link | talk

Saturday, September 22, 2001
Have It Your Way

A very disturbing dream just ruined the latter half of an otherwise very pleasant nap. So I'm hoping that if I write about it, I'll forget about it, and I can go on with my day.

So my mom and I were at the end of a rough day of shopping. You know, when there are just too many stupid people around, with their kids all walking slow, or the gang of teenage girls (or guys...whatever...I'm an equal opportunity complainer) who all have to walk next to each other, all wearing matching handkercheifs instead of shirts, which you know they are too young to wear, because you believe them to be teenage girls, and not, in fact, hookers, and going to the mall is like an ordeal in the quest for the Holy Grail.

I'm not entirely sure that was a sentencce, but it is too long for me to go back and look at the grammar. Just deal with it.

Anyway. We were going to McDonald's for some refreshing fast food. Just what one's body needs in such a situation. So we go to the counter, and attempt to give our order to this girl who I just saw on a 90210 rerun who kind of looks like a way young Bonnie Bedelia. My mouth is getting all ready for the McRib that I'm about to order, because the posters have done what they are supposed to do and make processed pork patties look so tasty, while my mom orders a salad.

This is how I know it's a dream. A) No one would actually order a salad from McDonalds. That's like going to Baskin Robbins and ordering one of those chocolate cookies that the clown cones sit on and nothing else. B) My mom wanted guacamole on her salad. She does not eat guacamole (or guac, as she was using restaurant lingo...another clue...) nor does McDonalds sell it. C) Bonnie got all flustered when she saw me, but because I always look great after a day at the mall, this makes perfect sense. Ha.

Anyway, my mom asks for guacamole. The woman laughs and says she can't do that. My mom says they do it for her all the time. The woman says "yeah, I bet they're proud of that...no." My mom and I stand there, stunned. Then I say to her in my best forceful voice, "You have the guacamole in the back, so you can easily throw a container on the tray instead of salad dressing, all right?"

But it was not all right. She says "Look, I can't give you guacamole. All right?" "No, it is not all right," I say. "My mom wanted guacamole, and she will get guacamole." "I'll be happy to get you something on the menu." "And I'll be happy to call your supervisor and explain this all to him." "Fine then. Give them this order number. But please wait until 15 minutes before 5."

At this point she starts to tear up. I don't want to make anyone who looks like Bonnie Bedelia cry, so my forceful voice goes away. "What's going to happen to you?" "I don't know...I could get fired." Then she lets loose with the crying. Then her manager, played by Ron Livingston (from Swingers and Office Space and some lawyer show on TV), comes up and asks what the trouble is. She can't talk because she is crying so much, and because I feel bad, I cave, and tell him that she's upset because they're out of guacamole.

Don't ask where my mom has gone at this point. She probably left, went to a different McDonalds, and was happily sitting there eating her salad with guacamole, with my McRib sitting on the tray next to her, not even noticing that I'm not there.

My mom would not do that. But don't forget, this is a dream. That gave me an intense craving for a McRib. And forced me to wonder if "Have it your way" is actually a slogan for McDonalds, or for some other fast food place. Obviously, I'm hungry.
9/22/2001 05:33:00 PM link | talk

Misaligned Chi.

So I got up at 8:00 today. Not by choice, mind you, but because Allison got a phone call. Who calls two 23-year-olds at 8 am on a Saturday?! Luckily I had to be up, again not by choice, because a friend crashed here last night, rather than walk to the train that would have stopped running about the time he got to the station. Both he and Allison had to work, so I had to wake up at 8 to trudge to the living room couch, shake Ryan, and go back to bed.

Of course, he didn't get right up. So I had to keep going back. He had to be at work downtown at 9.

So around 9:15 I drove both of them to the red line, because I'm incredibly nice, and now I'm awake and bitter. I'm thinking that there's something wrong in my health corners, because I've gone through 4 boxes of Kleenex in the past two weeks, and any desire to exercise has been quickly dispelled by the fact that it was either A) raining or B) the walk to the train to get to the gym to walk even more seemed like too much trouble.

I don't have any plants. I think that's the trouble. I had a plant in my health corner at home, and I could pop (well, OK, I never pop...) out of bed at 8:30 and work out for two hours. It's not like I have work to go to. I usually don't have to be anywhere until 7. At night. And if I don't get to my computer before noon, what am I going to do, fire me?

I doubt it, because I'm a nice boss, and I know how hard it will be for me to find work if I get fired. I just need to talk to me and tell me to stop taking so many snack breaks. Which again leads back to the health chi and its negative impact on my life. I haven't gained weight, but I certainly haven't lost it either. And there's a gym close by, but I definitely don't have the money to join right now.

Why is health so expensive?
9/22/2001 09:48:00 AM link | talk

Thursday, September 20, 2001
Bus Fun

So today I rode the Chicago bus for the first time. It was scary. I got to the stop OK, but then I didn't know how much it was. So I put in $1.50. One needs $1.80 for a transfer. I did not know this. So I had to pay another $1.50 for the next bus. But to get to the next bus, I had to walk 5 blocks, because I got off the first bus too early. My bad.

At the second bus stop, I made a friend. A little old woman who has lived in the city for 37 years. She told me what to do and even told me when I needed to get off the bus.

But when I planned my route, I neglected to plan the return route. The busses I took at first don't run at night. Grrr.

But at the catering event I was at, I made another bus friend who took me under her wing, and even gave me a bus map. And the first bus we got on was free, because the dollar bill thingy was broken, and we got on the bus without knowing that it didn't go as far as my friend needed to go. And then Allison happened to get on our bus going home from the gym, so she got me the rest of the way to our house.

And there was only one "bus guy" the whole time. You know, that guy who sits there and cusses and stuff, and no one sits next to him? I think he just rides the bus and the train all day long. The CTA must hire people with Tourette's or something.

Yee.
9/20/2001 11:50:00 PM link | talk

Wednesday, September 19, 2001
Healthy Choice

So I just a "Healthy Choice" meal. I'm not sure what to think. The mashed potatoes appear in medallion form. Meaning, there are five little one inch diameter, how shall I say this...slices? of mashed potato. They're weird. If you cook them too long, they don't actually mash, and you would have to eat them like chips. I chose not to on that occasion. But today they were all right. No complaints with the chicken either.

Now. The Vegetables. Not only do they look like they've been cryogenically frozen for the past decade, there are little bits of cherry crisp in them. And I just found a piece of corn in the crisp itself. Why can frozen dinner makers not figure out a way to keep food separate? I know I'm not the only person in the world who does not approve of mixing foods. For instance, at Boston Market Allison puts her corn in her mashed potatoes, but this practice is so disgusting to me that I can't ever ever ever imagine doing it myself.

Consequently, I did not eat the vegetables/pieces of cherry crisp. It's fairly easy to remove a piece of corn from your dessert, and not feel any repurcussions.

(How does one spell repurcussions? My dictionary is all the way across the room, and I don't have that kind of time.)

But it's difficult to remove pecan-and graham cracker crumbs from your vegetables. And when the vegetables look that gross (and include peas....ish) it does not inspire me to muster up the effort. So I ate fried chicken, mashed potatoes and cherry crisp. I don't feel very healthy.
9/19/2001 12:43:00 PM link | talk

Tuesday, September 18, 2001
So here's what happened...

Last night I'm working on a website, and my computer locks up. This happens at some point to everyone, and we all know that the proper thing to do is flip the computer over and shake it around a bit...no wait...that's an etch-a-sketch. My bad. Anyway. So I restarted the computer, and when it came back on, it said "New Hardware Found".

I didn't recall there being any new hardware, but maybe some of my old hardware had made a friend, or had just started dating someone new and wanted to integrate that someone into the group. Whatever. So the computer was installing new hardware. Then it stopped. Then my computer locked up again. I repeated my actions, I lathered, then I rinsed, then I repeated again. Finally I got my computer to stop locking up, and I prepared to sign back onto the internet to continue what I was doing before.

MY INTERNET SOFTWARE WAS GONE!

Don't ask why. Don't ask how. I don't know myself. Neither did the technical support guy, Paul. He asked if I was running a Windows operating system from Japan. I said no. He found this incredibly amusing.

To make a long story short (too late, Micky) I had to completely reinstall all my internet software this morning. And I live in fear of shutting down my computer and having to go through all of this again, because it took an hour with tech support to get it back. The funniest (at least to me, at the moment) thing is that after all this new software was installed, and the disk cleaned up and stuff, a strange screen came onto the computer, reminding me to register my new Compaq Presario.

My computer is three years old.

I think it's the fault of the Southern ghost in our house. I'm sure it's no coincidence that Dixie was played just as that strange screen came up. I had no idea Compaq was a Southern company. Now we know.
9/18/2001 12:24:00 PM link | talk

Monday, September 17, 2001
Shame.

I just called Miss Cleo. Twice.

Don't worry mom, it was free.
9/17/2001 03:10:00 PM link | talk

Yes. I've changed my website. Again.

My only excuse is that I was bored, and looking at other people's websites all the time made me tired of mine and my old school little headshot in the corner. Plus, in my search for site hosting, the fact that MickyWorld.com has already been taken by stupid Micky Dolenz (who I swear did not always spell his name like that...) became increasingly bothersome, and I just had to do it.

I have no idea why I'm suddenly enamored with the font "verdana". Don't ask. I can't tell you.

This is the only page that has changed, so you have to patient with the other pages on the site. I'm just too lazy to do it now.
9/17/2001 12:54:00 AM link | talk

Saturday, September 15, 2001
Yay!

So I'm incredibly excited, but no one is around to witness it. Granted, the excitement happened at midnight on a Friday, but still! Here's the downlow:

I sold a website to a theatre here. I'll get my rent by October 1st (which I must tell you, I was a little worried about...ok...more than a little). Which means I don't have to break down and get a crummy office job. I can work on the page during the day, go do the show (I'm ASM-ing a show, for those of you who didn't know), and do some catering stuff every once in a while.

I'm actually making this Chicago thing work!

I know everyone else was a lot more optimistic than I, but after all it took to get here, I just didn't have any optimism left. Now with this first hurdle jumped, my optimism has turned to determination. If I can make it work in the first month, there's no reason I can't continue this trend for the first year...and after that.

Yay!
9/15/2001 12:39:00 AM link | talk

Friday, September 14, 2001
"I Think"

This is a song that I wrote on the Alanis Morissette Lyric Generator.

I Think slices are really a huge problem
I Think graters are too much on my mind
I Think strings have got a lot to do with why the world sucks
But what can you do?

Like a yellow rain, beating down on me
Like a Lord Byron line, which won't let go of my brain
Like Ashlet's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on cheese
Blame it on cheese
Blame it on cheese

I Think packages are gonna drive us all crazy
And singles make me feel like a child
I Think cubes will eventually be the downfall of civilization
But what can you do? I said what can you do?

Like a yellow rain, beating down on me
Like a Lord Byron line, which won't let go of my brain
Like Ashlet's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on cheese
Blame it on cheese
Blame it on cheese

Like a yellow rain, beating down on me
Like Ashlet's smile, cruel and cold
Like Lord Byron's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on cheese
Blame it on cheese
Blame it on cheese
9/14/2001 01:39:00 AM link | talk

Baldness

Why is it suddenly cool to shave your head?
9/14/2001 01:09:00 AM link | talk

Thursday, September 13, 2001
Dixie

So our apartment has a ghost. A Southern ghost. We're sure that someday soon, all of a sudden, we're going to have a craving for grits and collard greens, and then who knows what will happen?

It's like this. Our doorbell plays "Take Me Out to the Ballgame". I enjoy this. After all, who doesn't enjoy a good ballgame? (OK, if you're a Royals fan, you probably don't actually enjoy the games, but the love is still there...but that's a subject for a whole other entry...) So anyway...sometimes, of its own volition, our doorbell plays the beginning of Dixie (Oh I will I were down in the land of cotton, or something like that...). This wouldn't be a big problem, except for the fact that there's no one at the gate! There's no one on the street! No one is pushing the doorbell at all! I do of course have mad love for Southerners and their Waffle Houses, but when one of them is haunting your house, it's not as cool.

Now if some Waffle House hash browns showed up on my doorstep next time the bell rang, I wouldn't say boo. I would probably welcome the ghost with open arms and make some sweet tea.

Special note to Kelly: Oh that's cheap...
9/13/2001 06:22:00 PM link | talk

Wednesday, September 12, 2001
Blogs

NYTimes: Web Offers Both News and Comfort: "'The need to connect is intense,' said Donna Hoffman, a professor who studies the Web and Web commerce at Vanderbilt University. 'While the network TV stations blather, the Internet carries the news and connects the masses in a true interactive sob.'" Yesterday was the most active posting day on Blogger ever—by over 22 percent.

In a continued blogging note, I got the downlow on this from my friend Nancy. (Meaning that I stole it directly...)

Jason is archiving WTC-related blogs. If you saw something you thought was especially moving, email him. He's got a bunch of news archives up, too.

P.S. I stole the first paragraph from the sign in page of blogger.com.
9/12/2001 11:20:00 AM link | talk

It Is Decidedly So

It's making me mad that there are people whose blogs I read on a daily basis that have nothing to say about the situation. Maybe blogging is inappropriate at a time like this, but then I realized that I kind of consider all these people my friends. And in the face of tragedy (play melodramatic music here...) you want to be near your friends and family. Obviously, my family is miles away, and most of my friends are too. Allison and I spent the day watching the news, then I was with Heather at rehearsal tonight. (Don't even ask why we had rehearsal...)

I just read Princess Melissa's blog (The girl from Real World New Orleans). I remembered that she was supposed to be in New York and get home today. She was in Boston. She was supposed to fly standby on Flight 11. Something told her not to. Julie from the same Real World was also supposed to be on that flight, but overslept. That's the closest I get to knowing people on the flights. A guy from my high school was working in the WTC when the first explosion happened. He got out just as the second plane hit. People are frantically e-mailing all over the country for word that people are OK. I haven't heard anything bad about people I know.

My magic eight ball says that it's not over yet.

And you know how accurate those things are.
9/12/2001 12:14:00 AM link | talk

Tuesday, September 11, 2001
Wow.

My only plan today was to go to they gym. Sitting and watching the news was not really on the agenda. It's one of those things that you just can't help watching, you know?

Downtown Chicago has pretty much been shut down. I'm pretty far away from there, so nothing is out of the ordinary around here. I can't imagine what NYC must be like.

MTV is still playing videos. And they're right there. Don't you think they'd be showing some kind of news?

Kind of makes blogging seem stupid too.
9/11/2001 12:40:00 PM link | talk

The Incredible Disappearing Car

So whenever I park anywhere in the city, I wonder if I'll come back and find that my car has been stolen or towed or something. I don't know why. I never park illegally. I have more than two months before I have to get my city sticker. My car certainly looks OK, so it won't get towed for being a public eyesore. I always put money in the meter.

I'm just paranoid. Today was worse than ever, because I found two really good spots while I was out, and I always think that if there is rock star parking, then there must be some reason. Like it really is reserved for a rock star, and his entourage will tow my car. Or there's a sign that says no parking, and I just don't see it. Or I'm just dumb. In any case, it makes me want to take the eL, but not to the point that I would actually walk to the eL to do it. Sometimes I want to drive to the eL stop and then take it, but that seems kind of dumb. I'd just worry that my car would disappear from that spot.

It's hard living in the city with a car.
9/11/2001 12:09:00 AM link | talk

Monday, September 10, 2001
More love...or lack thereof

So I was feeling kind of crummy today. Not health wise, mood wise. No huge reason. I just wasn't feeling enough love. Yesterday I sent out two big e-mails after doing a lot of work on the Drake Mafia site. Today I get 25 e-mails. About 20 of those are returned address thingies. I knew I'd get some, but not that many. And then one of my last five was from someone telling me that he's getting spam mail because of my e-mails to his office account.

The upside is that I learned what the BCC: means on e-mail programs.

The downside is that it put me in a bad mood. And the show I'm ASM-ing right now is not good. So knowing that I have to spend 5 hours doing that tonight does not make me happy. And I'd like to show the Profiles people the site I've done for them, but they're only available evenings, when I'm in stupid tech rehearsal. So I have an appointment with them on Friday...at 11:30 pm. I'm hoping we get things nailed down soon enough for me to have a check from them by October 1st.

So I can pay rent.

My mood was slightly lightened just now, though, after I looked at my referrer logs for this site and Drake Mafia. It turns out that more people than my mom and her friend Mary are looking at the sites. For some reason, after typing in "reese witherspoon contacts" people find...me. Strange. I don't recall ever saying enough about Reese to satisfy the fans that are looking for sites about her. Oh well. Maybe they read other things. Still, it's fun.

I'm fairly certain that it's against blogging rules to talk about site traffic, but I don't care. So ha ha ha. It's been a bad day. It's that post-wedding letdown.
9/10/2001 03:15:00 PM link | talk

Sunday, September 09, 2001
Mad Love

More fun at a wedding where I know less than five people. Two of the actual three I met last night. Who knew? I wish weddings with my friends would be this cool.

Love for the Amy, the Ali and the Brian, and all the other people I met tonight, who were incredibly nice, and totally non-Pembroke Hill-esque in a social setting. Which means nothing to those of you who don't know. So ha.

Details will follow when it is less of a 3 am situation. Remind me to tell you about Amy's dress.
9/09/2001 03:15:00 AM link | talk

Friday, September 07, 2001
Mr. Nerd-All

So I'm currently sitting on hold (again) with some computer nerd that works for Ameritech. The DSL is working just fine, but my e-mail isn't working at all. And he can't seem to figure it out.

But back to why he's a computer nerd. I was setting up the mail account in Outlook Express. (Don't make fun...I like it.) At the very beginning, you're supposed to put in your name. So I'd already typed in my name and was waiting for him to tell me what to do next (even though I thought it was fairly self-explanatory) when he urged me to enter a cool nickname. He then informed me that his nickname was DRAGONLORD.

Geez.

He then said that I could just put in my first and last name if I didn't have a cool nickname like his. After all...if everyone had cool nicknames, they would all be used up and they wouldn't be cool anymore, right?

I said "right." and laughed at the absurdity of it all.
9/07/2001 04:21:00 PM link | talk

sweet DSL

It's about freakin time.
9/07/2001 12:42:00 PM link | talk

Thursday, September 06, 2001
Finally.

You know how when you're sick, you go to bed and just hope that when you wake up, it'll all be gone? Well, most of the sickness is gone...My throat finally stopped hurting, and I can definitely breathe a lot better than I could yesterday. But my nose hurts from so much nose blowing. A small price to pay for oxygen I suppose.

DSL Tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed.
9/06/2001 05:28:00 PM link | talk

Wednesday, September 05, 2001
Oh Sweet Breath!

People totally take breathing for granted. You don't realize how cool it is until you can't do it. I just used the Afrin. For about 25 minutes, I've been able to breathe perfectly. It's starting to go away though. If I'd been smart, I would have gotten tired right then, and gone to bed. Obviously I'm not that smart. I think the oxygen flow has been cut off to my brain too much in the past two days.

Sorry...5 days...my bad.
9/05/2001 11:10:00 PM link | talk

quadruple bleh.

I think I have the plague. So last night I didn't get to sleep until 5. I couldn't breathe. A middle of the night trip to Osco resulted in some nasal spray, which I suppose has helped. I've also drank 2 quarts of apple juice. My bottle is almost empty. And today is the day that I can't leave the house utnil the phone guy comes. Allison is at work. No one to bring me apple juice. Sad.

Don't dispair, Mom...Jenny is coming over soon, and she will bring me some apple juice.
9/05/2001 12:37:00 PM link | talk

Monday, September 03, 2001
double bleh.

So I've gone from being kind of sick to being full fledged sick. And the popsicle i was eating just proceeded to drip all over everything including my mousepad. Grr.
9/03/2001 10:30:00 AM link | talk

Sunday, September 02, 2001
bleh.

I'm bored and I'm sick. And I still have stupid dial up, so it's not even worth it to read other people's blogs because it takes too long to load them. I slept too much this afternoon to go to bed at this hour. Really, I have no entertainment options.

I suppose I could go flip channels, but it is a Sunday night, which means that nothing will be on, and I would have to stand next to the cable box to flip, because our remote does not work. Which means more hours of waiting for the cable guy. What do you bet they're closed tomorrow. Like cable guys actually labor. I think they sit in their van eating doughnuts until they're an hour late for an appointment, then they go into some unsuspecting person's house and set up their cable, only to render said person powerless by giving them a faulty remote.

Not that I'm bitter.

I could go alphabatize my CDs or build the new Ikea end table I bought today, but I think my head hurts too much to even have the capacity to screw in three triangular legs into the LACK tabletop. I would link Ikea for you, but last time I checked, their site didn't work, and there's no way I'm checking it out with this stupid dial up.

Four more days to DSL...
9/02/2001 09:37:00 PM link | talk