Blog is still stuck at 164,

but I'm kind of used to it now.

So, what's new?

Sorry I can't post on Mondays and Tuesdays so much, but I'm just too damn tired from waking up before the sun comes up. I honestly like to stay up late and sleep in late. It's flat out how I work. That's in my life description. People and jobs are just going to have to start putting up with it from now on, because it's not gonna change.

Takes me a long time to decompress from a day.

Anyway, so there's not a whole lot new to report on. Tonight Jesse and I missed a movie because we are idiots and couldn't find the place we were going to. Ended up having drinks at Gordon Biersch, and when I ordered a martini with Hangar 1, they informed me that they didn't have it because they hadn't had any sales reps out there to woo them.

I submitted my resume and cover letter tonight. This is seriously the fourth or fifth bar I've been to that doesn't carry Hangar 1 and it's a local vodka.

Dang.

Lazy, lazy day.

I've yet to shower or even brush my teeth.

But I did have ice cream and fresh strawberries with brown sugar for second breakfast.

I think today is backwards day.

I'm watching the food network because it seems my stupid DVD player crapped out (it won't turn on even though it worked fine last night) and I'm too lazy to go out and buy a new one. If I do buy a new one I want it to be able to play DIVX movies though.

And maybe I'll go for a combo VCR/DVD/DIVX player. Someone smarter than me should research this and get back to me.

The fact that I'm watching the food network without actually eating food somehow makes me feel skinny even though I'm still in my pajamas and haven't worked out or anything. If I'm smart I'll get up and walk the lake today. We'll see. It's still early and I like to walk at dusk.

One Rejection Down ...

Several more to come, I imagine.

I should feel bad about this, but I actually think that the fact that someone got back to me so quickly to tell me I'm don't have enough experience is pretty cool.

Now I can ask her what I need to do to get my foot in the door.

Woot.

This sort of makes me feel like an internet stalker

but I can't help it.

I've found a new blog that brings me more joy than, well, just about anything I can think of right now, including coffee.

But that's probably only because I've already had my coffee today.

Seriously though, it could be that I fucking love Silence of the Lambs, or, it might just be that I'm twisted and demented and like this weird person Buffalo Bill. He's hilarious. I really hope he breaks up with Catherine so that I can move into his well - I think that might be fun for both of us.

Anyway - check out his blog - I'm sure you will laugh at least half as hard as I did.

And, if you don't, then either your job doesn't bore you like mine does, or you suck.

Period.

I don't know where she gets 'em

but I do like Kayla's quizzes a lot.

And this one is quite entertaining to me because it places me right where I should be - roughly speaking.

You Belong in 1974

1974 If you scored... 1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in! 1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too. 1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all! 1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. 1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!

What Year Do You Belong In?

Dry Frosted Flakes

because I have no milk.

And they weren't very good with ice cream last time.

And I refuse to eat them with water.

Or juice.

And I'm too lazy to go to walk to the store down the street to buy some.

And driving is even dumber because that requires moving my car. I'd probably have to walk half the distance to the store from my new parking spot.

Dry, stale, frosted flakes.

Yum.

CONGRATULATIONS LIZ!!!!

On your new career at Morgan Stanley!!

I am so proud of you and I knew you could do it!

Positive change is in the air it seems, as three of my close friends have recently gotten better jobs. It's all very exciting and new.

Jesse starts his job very soon as well.

Hurray guys - let's keep passing that mojo around to all of us who have our fingers crossed in our job searches.

Dear Starbucks,

I do not like you anymore - in fact, I cannot believe I ever liked you or even pretended to be mildly content with you and your ridiculously bad coffee and espresso.

I hate your stupidly long lines. I hate the way you yell at me and make me order strange things when I'm barely awake and can hardly *say* my own name, much less _spell_ it. Jeez. Plus, I hate feeling like I'm in line for a cattle call. Knock that shit off.

In addition, your weak, unpalatable coffee does nothing to wake me up or release the dopamines I so desperately need in the morning.

Finally, I don't feel good about the experience I have in your facility. I'd much rather visit the German woman who runs the quaint small coffee stand in the back alley, only accepts cash, and understands that I'm a spiller so she gives me a giant cup for my tiny latte with brown sugar. (Yes, Starbucks, she *has* brown sugar, and, she puts it in there for me!)

I wanted to visit her today, in fact, but I got dropped off too far north to justify turning around and walking back when I was already late. And I haven't found any coffee places as good as hers so sadly, as a creature of habit, I went back to you.

We won't be having a relationship anymore though, Starbucks, because I'm over you. I'm really over you. And unless you are the only thing around, I won't set foot in your establishment that reeks of mediocrity.

Lower your prices - make your coffee taste good - give me personal service.

I'm out.

Sometimes

at work, when it's very slow and no one can see me since I sit behind a very high counter and I'm short, I answer the phone and make faces at the idiots on the other end.

It's very liberating seeing as how I hate this stupid job so much.

Soon, soon, little birdie.

Allergy Meds

Whoops.

Ran out.

And won't get more until tomorrow probably.

And even though the stuff takes like three days to start working it only seems to take like 40 hours to wear off because I've only missed two doses and I was getting sneezy until the rain came.

Doh.

What Wednesdays Mean to Me:

Sushi
Red Hook (I still use a bottle opener, laugh all you want Nick)
Face Masks!
Laundry (ergh)
TV on the WB

Wednesdays are generally good.

I like them.

Picking up Amber from the Airport

Nobody makes naked people go to the airport!

This was my threat like two years ago when I didn't want to wake up at 6am to take Ryan and Amber to the airport. I told them I wouldn't get dressed. I did, however get dressed and take them to the airport, but it was still damn funny.

Tomorrow though, I get to sleep in, go to yoga, and then pick up Amber in time for lunch!

Then we can walk Lake Merritt or something fun like that and maybe see a movie. Or, go shopping! Or paint our toes! Or get coffees! Who knows, but it will be really fun to have some one on one girl time with Amber.

I can hardly wait.

:)

Yay for everthing good and blonde in the universe.

Rick -

I saw you posted a comment.

I check your blog almost every day, but you never write anything new.

Why don't you update it? Don't you know I'm bored at work? You must, you read my blog. So then, why don't you update yours to entertain me?

Please?

Thanks.

Dear Scrubs,

I am sorry I have missed watching you for the past month or so.

You are infinitely better than One Tree Hill, despite not being nearly as trashy.

If only I had TiVo to fix this problem, then you would always be my first choice.

Scrubs, please forgive me. I love you. I will be faithful again, I promise.

Always,

Jocelyn

(Yes, I do have a VCR - I just keep forgetting to tape the shows)

News

Well, I'm dropping my class, and I'm looking for a new job in either marketing or advertising or PR. So please if you know anyone who knows anyone, let me know. (Thanks, Jen)

I keep thinking I have to do homework tonight, but alas, I don't. Head still hurts, but you know - I'm feeling better just knowing there's a break in sight.

I'm tired of always pushing myself so hard.

So yeah, onto getting a new job.

Why is Gilmore Girls a re-run when they've been showing previews for a new one all week? I don't get it.

I'd like some apple pie for dessert tonight.

The first shot of morphine

is always better than the second one, because that buttcheek isn't really expecting the shot and so you can keep it relaxed throughout.

The second shot though usually comes immediately after the first one since for me they have to break up the dosage to pump me full of enough of the stuff to get my migraines to even begin to go away, so for shot #2, buttcheek #2 is already a little bit tense before the needle even goes in.

This means I practice active relaxation. You know, breathing and what not. But still, my little bum clenched a little and it kind of stung, on that second shot.

What was really bad, was the third shot which brought me up to a whopping 11mgs of morphine and was given to me in the same buttcheek as the second shot (Lefty). I physically jolted and clenched my entire body, including my hamstring. Whoops.

I was a bleeder.

It hurt.

'Til the morphine kicked in that is.

Stolen From Jennifer -

For some Friday Fun.

Your Brain is 53.33% Female, 46.67% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Woke up with a slight migraine

but other than that things are looking okay.

For one thing, it's Friday, and that's always good even if I am at my boring, rudimentary, elementary, boring-ass, brain-cell-killing, job today.

For another, it's beautiful in SF and I'm dressed appropriately with my hair pulled back (and still wet from the shower) so I'm nice and cool.

I was late today again, which I don't understand because I woke up mostly on time. It could be that surfing the internet from 6:30-6:45 made me late, in fact, that must be it, but those fifteen minutes didn't *feel* like they were setting me back that far when I was doing it.

Left my water bottle at home, so I bought me some Vitamin water. Yum.

Was gonna ski this weekend, but I think the snow is gonna be crap, so instead I think I will move on to summer sports like jogging the lake and yoga, plus I need to get caught up on all my homework for school. I have some assignment due tomorrow night that I've barely looked at and couldn't begin to do if you put a gun to my head.

Well, if you put a gun to my head I'm sure I'd find a way, but you know, short of that, I couldn't begin to do it.

My nose is itching me, as is the roof of my mouth. Time to bust out my handy dandy nasalcort. Thank god (or, man, really) for that stuff.

I want to buy a bicycle. Maybe with some of my tax return I will. I should really stop buying things though. First skis and now I want a bike? Then what? A small sailboat and a dog I suppose and my life will be totally complete. After my trip to Hawaii, that is.

Sheesh, I'm expensive to maintain.

Happy Friday, folks. :)

Quick Update:

Please take into consideration that the following is in no particular order otherwise that would make me a huge asshole:

1) Blonde bangs are growing on me - guess I'm getting used to them.

2) Good friend Nancy is in the hospital with a severe case of pnuemonia. I just called her room - she sounded so horrible it frightened me and hasn't been able to see her kids in almost a week. Antibiotics aren't working and docs aren't sure what to do. While I'm sure everything will be fine, I'm worried about her.

3) Job continues to be mundane and boring. Need to break up with it.

4) Annual Paso-Party is literally around the corner and I'm almost jumping out of my skin with excitement. Wahooo!!!!!

5) New term in school just started and I'm already severely behind and hating the fact that I have homework. Someone, please remind me why I continue to do this to myself. Please. When people ask me how many classes I have left I robotically answer "five" because the truth is I'm just not sure and I just don't care anymore. I'm numb. Someone pay me the big bucks to use this fancy brain already.

6) No, I never got my sweater back. Stop asking or buy me a new one. ;)

7) I *have* finally found an independent coffee shop I like, thank you. I haven't been to the Walmart of coffee shops in over a week. I get lattes served with brown sugar in giant cups so I no longer spill on myself. Very cool. And, their espresso is way better than Starbucks. (Duh.)

That's it.

Toast and Selzter Water

is pretty much all I've eaten today. Now I'm moving onto Top Ramen even though I should be moving onto bed since I have to go into work early, although Stinky (I need to come up with a better name for her - she's been nice to me lately) offered to have me come in late, but I'm delusional and still think I might hit Algin's yoga class tomorrow night.

Stomach is still cramping but not as bad as Jesse's.

It's funny too because every time I go to the bathroom and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror I remember, "Holy cow - I have blonde bangs!"

Oh jeez. I should never give a creative hairdresser free license.

Hopefully people will want to go skiing this weekend - they can all laugh - and then I can dye them brown again. There's really no point to a story this good unless your friends can laugh with you.

Seriously.

The weather is here,

I wish you were beautiful...

I'm at the Seabright Brewery right now and I have to say that it's gorgeous in SC today. Mighty fine weather indeed. Now if only the person who's supposed to be meeting me would actually call or show up. 'Course, I did forget to confirm - I'm bad like that.

Anyway - it's very nice out and I am drinking an oatmeal stout and the fact that they have wireless makes me a happy girl indeed.

:)

Casual Carpool

Is a different event every day.

Today it was a gold two door car that reeked of cheap 80's perfume you could buy at Long's. The woman had giant hoop earrings and the man was humming along to the easy listening station of KKSF 103.7. He knew the words and the muzak.

Weird, but interesting. Way better than mass transit for sure.