How Much Is That A Bad Idea?

I went to bed last night at 2 a.m. because it was KARAOKE night baby! I sang a few songs, rocked out hard, and left dust in my tracks. $4 dollar drinks equalls good times.

Last night was also a revelation. I don't get drunk. I had three drinks last night and nothing. Not even a bit tipsy. Yet I was driving haphazardly and yelling about my job for a good 10 minutes before I realized I was using my outside voice inside. Adam thinks maybe I don't know when I am drunk, and driving last night may have been a bad idea. But I was not dizzy, I didn't act stupid, and I didn't feel any different. So how would I know I was drunk? I guess I should have assumed that if alcohol had reached my body I must have been drunk, even if I was not. Or I am in a constant state of drunkiness and I just don't know the difference. Either way, drunk!

I have a broken lock on my desk. Shhh. Don't say anything.

A Long Time Ago I Used To Be Awesome

Until a month ago I was working only 6 hours a day. Now I work 8. I cant do it. I have been spoiled beyond reason and I require only a 6 hour work day! When will I be rich enough to work part time. Man, that will be sweet, because I am totally lazy.

Adam has requested I sing at the reception for my wedding. Should I do it? Should I really? My family would love it. I think my friends would mock me til the day I die. Ah, the wishes of those you love.

Time to print out some song lyrics for this evening reprise of karaoke. I havent done it in a while, but god damn it I feel like singing. Also like a bazillion people asked me to come, so I am, because I am weak. You say jump I punch you in the face.

Wait, what?

Weekends are for Weddings

Weddings are now equally the best and worst things ever.

Attended one of the best weddings ever on Saturday. Really, I kid you not. Mike got drunk, Anna-Elisa was a beautiful bride, Jared was a gracious groom, and Adam and I danced the night away. I never laughed so hard in my life and never cared less about how I looked. Peanut Butter Jelly Time is now my official favorite song.

They really set the bar high when it comes to weddings, and I learned a lot about making a smooth and fun party. I hope I can implement some of the ideas, but it is pretty hard having it all the way in New Jersey. I hope some of my friends can come because really that was the key to such a fun night.

Unfortunatly that was not the end of the weddings as I had to sit through 2 wedding videos at a co-worker BBQ. So lame. It confirmed for Adam and I that a wedding video is lame and we were right. Pictures will be fine for us, and I am sure we will loose most of the them anyway.

The weekend ended with an awesome Memorial Day BBQ. Sometimes I forget that I have people that do enjoy my company and that I can be nice. Sometimes its so much fun to be a mean girl, but inside, I swear, I am as soft as a little duckling. My niceness paid off and I had a good time. I also have a secret talent for badmitten, although have no idea how to spell it. Case and point.

So yay for weekends. I wish it will still going on, but alas, all things must end. I would just like to add....

Peanut Butter Jelly Time, Peanut Butter Jelly Time
Peanut Butter Jelly, Peanut Butter Jelly, Peanut Butter Jelly with a baseball bat.

Thank you

Friday is My Fun Day

My car is broke. Stally Mcgee...thats its name. Stupid Car. I missed Monday, Tuesday and Thursday because of sickness and car. None of these days off did I actually get to enjoy.

Oh, and $500 dollars later it might still be broke. What to do? Nothin.

Big thanks to Alan for following my car and making sure I didnt get stranded in the middle of the road, like earlier in the day, and that morning.

Arg. Angry face.

Sickie Days

I am sick. I have been sick since Sunday. Mayday killed me.

Our movie came out okay. Our group dynamics, not so much. Only the people can decide....and peoples is peoples.

I found out both Andy Kaufman, Sammy Davis Jr., and Jim Henson all died on my birthday. My day of birth has brough pain to the world. Sad.

My parents think I am hillarious, which I didnt find out until recently. Turns out a lot of people I grew up with always thought I would go into comedy. Haha. I think there might be a slight differnce between a good comic and someone who just makes an ass out of themselves. If you cant tell, I am the later.

I really have to write more in this thing, considering there are other websites that link to mine.

On a side note: I stepped outside my office in my heels and a coworker looked at me, and without realizing he was speaking outloud, said "She is REALLY tall". Did I grow? I don't remember growing. I have lost about 15lbs - 20 lbs. Maybe the loss of weight just makes people think I am taller.

So lets recap....Never one mention of my weight loss but here have been some responses:

Woa, your hair is looking awesome (my hair is the same)
She is really tall (I am the same height)
Have your boobs gotten bigger (no...the same)

Oh well. I am very proud of myself for my super ability to grow taller, magically turn my hair to gold, and inflate my own boobs.

Yay for me.

What, its May already?

Wait, what happen to April? Well, it must not exist.

This weekend? Busy. Also very wedding centric. Wedding invitations are bought, along with stamps, so look forward to those soon, I hope. They might get lost. Wait, thats bad.

I keep dreaming the end of the world is near and somehow I survive. Two nights ago the world was swallowed into a cloud of red dust. Last night I travelled with Adam and a friend that shall not be named across country in a semi truck. In my dream I actually dreamt about sleeping! I was tossing and turning and screaming, and woke up next to the friend that shall not be named instead of adam! That woke me up quick and realized it was all a lie and my head likes to mess with me. Awesome. Mind of its own I tell you.

Oh, that was bad. boo on me.