can i just say...

there's nothing more relaxing than doing something that you've felt pressed to do for a few days and finally getting it completed?

i've been trying to work on being a procrastinator...for the longest time, i put the "pro" in procrastination...always thinking i'll have more time to do what a i need to do tomorrow. But, then i came to a realization: i never have more time, so i may just as well get things done now, rather than let them accumulate and then they get too large in my mind and i never do them because i feel so much pressure.

can we say perfectionist? geez...i totally am.

anyway, today is a good day...i feel like i got a lot of things accomplished and i feel a sense of victory in that. Wonderful!!!

If you see me around town, give me a high-five for not procrastinating. (and them remind me why you are high-fiving me, because i'll probably forget why and think you are a freak who just likes high-fiving.)

ode to tyson

i will miss him...the hottest human being that i've ever seen in my life. however, well, these last few episodes he got a little crazy intense and needed a little bit of an attitude adjustment.

what is coach going to do without his assistant coach? what is debbie (aka cougs) going to do without her younger boy-toy? its all too sad, really. i'm going to do a little cry...and then be done with it.

in other news, when i came into work today, realized that all the support staff was not in, either taking the day off, or sick. it felt a little bit like the days back in bechelli when it was just me, keri, mitch and steve (and angela). Today, though, quiet office environment to fully concentrate = the best Friday gift someone could give me.

thanks jesus.

so, who knows how to golf?

I need to learn how to golf, and fast.

There may be an opportunity in the next few weeks to play my first 18 holes, and i need to know how to play. Well, let me re-phrase, i need to at least learn how to fake knowing how to play...to learn enough to get me by. I will do this in two ways: first: mini-golf. this will help me with my shortgame. knowing how to putt is going to be my key to success. Accuracy...not force. Mini-golf is my answer.
Second way: aqua golf to work on my driving. Nothing better than hitting the crap outta a couple dozen balls to work on my driving form and power. Yikes...if its anything like pool and frizbee golf, the minute i start concentrating on doing well, i'm going to start playing like crap. My goal, while playing, is keeping my focus off the game so that i can just do amazing from the get go.

Bingo.

everybody's working for the weekend

i know this shouldn't be my normal default...just passing the time until its the weekend, but i can't help it...i am.

its my birthday week...happy birthday to me! i'm so jazzed that i have Friday off...lots to get done in my life before Friday comes.

things to get done:

• the volv is in the shop today. don't worry, preciouses...nothing bad will happen to her. she's just getting a little tune up...making sure some of the things that she needs to run well are in tip top shape.
• hair time on wednesday...hello more blonde! thank you roommate for being a kick-ace hairstylist.
• i was going to join a gym for the summer...mostly because i miss spinning like the dickens. and, while xtreme fitness is a great cheap alternative to any other gym in the area, i remember, over these past few weeks, why i ABHORE them...they call...and call...and call...and tell me (via voicemail because I NEVER pick it up) that i signed on to an e-mail list requesting info (which i didn't), and then they keep calling. Multiple times during the day, which clues me in to two very important facts. 1. they are disorganized. i can just imagine that they have some list that people call off of, and when the first shift gets in, someone calls me, and then, again, when the second shift people come in, they call again, just to make sure...which leads me to my second point: 2. they are desperate to the point of being annoying. we've all had that friend that just calls and calls and calls, without much effort on our end. urgh...it makes me so annoyed when i see them calling. next time, i'm going to answer and kindly tell them that i don't go places that stalk me over the phone. just a general practice of mine. so...off to find another gym that has alternating spinning and yoga classes each day of the week. it may just be sun oaks time again.
• i have another big day on Friday...lots to talk about and dialogue through...actually, tons running through my mind right now. if it weren't for my roommate listening to my incessant ramblings and occasional tirades, i don't know what i would do. if you don't know my roommate...get to know her. she's pretty dang awesome. come to think of it, i should go out to coffee with my old favorite roommate julie...Um, Tut...want to do coffee soon? I know you read this, so i expect an answer forthright. (old english is always a tradition of mine...i used it around the time of my birthday, and not for the rest of the year.)
• i have to write a birthday blog list. i'm putting this one off..mainly because all the things that i want are either really retarded (the lady gaga cd...i know, i know...i just love it) or really mundane (best buy gift cards...so i can buy the lady gaga cd). i'm feeling social anxiety because i have to write this list. actually, in the grand scheme of things, i'm going to embrace this as a good exercise in self-appreciation and exceptance. we didn't talk about that last Friday, but i'm also trying to supplement my therapy with other therapy terms and ideas and giving myself homework.
• i want to go shopping this week for more cute summer dresses. i can't help it...i'm in a summer dress kind of mood! i want more cute things! But, the big question is: can the budget handle it? Maybe it can...maybe it can't. Where's my financial peace accountability partner? Take my debit card out of my hand!!! :)

And, well, that's it really...doesn't seem like a lot, but it feels like tooooooooooo much. Acutally it doesn't. Just feels like more than i normally accomplish, but hey, i can handle it...I can handle it. (I'm practicing my positive self affirmations.) I can handle it.

Ok, i know i sound like a freak...if only you knew how kidding i am. Kidding...but not kidding.

Let's get 'em!

ladies of leisure

Yesterday i left work around 3, 3:15 because i had completed absolutely everything that i hoped to accomplish.

Drove the volv home, and as i drove home, wondered if the mail had come, and if it had brought me anything interesting. (Checking the mail has become a new hobby of mine...now that i'm not scared anymore about all the bills that come in the mail, i find getting the mail to be an exhilerating experience.)

So, as i drove into the parking lot, i see the mail truck. Bingo! Maybe my UsWeekly will have come...or the PGE bill so that i can update my budget.

I parked, went inside, and put down my stuff, all in anticipation to go right back outside to get the mail.

And, as i opened the door, i realized something...the only people walking to check their mailboxes at 3:15 on a sunny Thursday afternoon are the silver-haired bettys who live alone in the apartment complex. Sersiously, there were 3 oldies-but-goodies walking and driving to get their mail.

So...i laughed at myself a little bit...as i had just joined their club. And started singing B-town's "All My Single Ladies"...and imagined what they would look like as my backup dancers if i were ever to do a music video to that song.

Scary.

its not really a weekend away unless...

the person left in charge of your most precious possessions locks the youngest in the car.

sorry derrick and danielle.

but, to be fair, she did have a jamba juice so she was good to go for sustenance. and, i didn't panic under pressure...i just called niki and asked her what the password is to unlock the doors.

all in all, there was about an extra minute that she spent in the merc.

good times.

i'm watching the little mermaid with the kids right now...

and the favorite comment from judah so far is....

"i didn't know that crabs could talk!"

hells yea CA

thanks for sending me my tax return 1.5 months behind schedule!

And, in other news, i woke up this morning thinking, "if i were ever to own large amounts of hamsters, i would name their living quarters Hamsterdam."

update on the weekend

the softball game as fun, albeit uneventful. (no, the scenario in my mind where cute counter boy sees me from the outfield, throws his glove off, runs into the stands and wisks me off my feet did not occur...still, a girl can dream.)

nite life: probably the best one i've seen in a long time, and it really made me want to go and find my backstreet boys and 'nsync cd's. man...they had talent.

sunday: i have a sinking suspicion that i'm a closet rock star...ROCKBAND! because it was my first time playing and my coordination is not yet where it needs to be, i can't play guitar, bass or drums, so i decided to be the singer. i definately hit my stride during the long notes of "eye of the tiger"...who knew i could hold those notes so long? Black Betty is a song that i'm going to need to work on.

and, birthday plans revised: i just want a barbeque or something. if wipeout would be on tv, i'd want to watch that. If you want to come to my birthday bbq, feel free. All are invited. There are probably only two people that aren't, but i don't think they'd want to come anyway. It'll probably be on or around the middle of April.

a nice, leisurely lunch, followed by some witty banter

the best...

Ok, so here's what happened to me today. I LOVED this interaction that i just had...mainly because it was so funny to me.

Work, work, work, and now its 12:30p. Hunger pains. What to do? Go to lunch w/ Niki!

Swing by the bank, withdraw my money for the next few weeks (clothes, food and gas...thanks Dave Ramsey) and as i get back in the car, we have to decide where we are going to go to lunch.

Niki's previous idea about Jamba Juice didn't sound particularily appetizing so i suggested Great Harvest...the best bakery in the world. I love going there early in the morning, smelling the bread, drinking a nice peet's iced latte and getting a free slice of bread.

Well, as we walked in there today, i was bowled over by this amazing pastry that they had on the counter. Come to find out, it was freshly-baked marionberry pie, of which was broken up into little cups of heaven, free for the tasting.

I was offered a sample by a guy who worked there. (inner dialogue: "who is that? I don't recognize him? he's outgoing...he just offered me pie.")

I accept with a enthusiastic "shut up! i love marionberry pie!"

homeboy is silent. He took me literally.

(inner dialogue: ok, he's got a sense of humor. i like that...finally someone comes out to play with me...i love sass.)

i tell him i didn't mean it, have my little sliver of marionberry heaven. niki orders her sandwich, i order mine, banter, banter, pleasantries, pleasantries.

Homeboy walks away to get our tea and water, and as he's vacated his position behind the counter, one of the older guys who works there comes up to usand asks us if we had tried their marionberry pie. I tell him no, we weren't offered any. He walks away, and me and Niki just laugh about the whole exchange up until now.

Older guy comes back out with forks and more pie, and says, "you have to try this pie." And, now, i get apologetic, and explain that really, i was given pie, and it was so very delicious. The best i've ever had. He offers me another sample, and being a girl who loves a little pie, i accept.

As out sandwiches are being artistically created, we go out and find a seat. I choose a half-sun exposed beauty of a table and we sit down to sun ourselves and lunch.

Here's where things get interesting...we get our sandwiches, eat and as niki's finished her sandwich, cute (oh, did i mention he was cute?) guy comes back out and, while taking niki's tray away asks how things were, if we needed anything else, and then looked at me and asked me if i wanted more pie.

(inner dialogue: "again with the sass! can i just please have a guy who teases me in a fun way? that attribute so attractive.")

I told him if he wanted to give me a whole pie for free, i'd gladly take it. He smiled, told me he'd work on it and walked back inside.

I finish my sandwich, and as i'm done with my sandwich, he comes out again to tell me that he checked with his manager and that they are playing a softball game tonight at big league dreams and that if i show up at the game tonight, he can give me 10% off. I take a second to clarify: 10% off on the entrance fee to Big League Dreams or on the pie? Cause that is a big difference. Its $2 to get into the park and the pie is probably around $10...so really i w as being given either .20 or $1...its a big difference that deserves a little clarification (thanks again Dave Ramsey). Nope, not the entrance fee...i'm by myself on that one. I could get 10% off on the pie..

I ask him what time and which field. "7pm, Wrigley". I ask him how i'm going to get my 10% off and he tells me that I'll have to find him after they are done. How am I going to find him if i don't know who he is, so I ask his name, he tells me, and i tell him mine and that i'll be there. He walks in, Niki has a good laugh and i do as well, as this is probably the most random lunch experience i've ever had.

We continue drinking our teas and waters, enjoying the sun and just basking.

After about a good 20 minutes, cute-counter boy comes back, asks us if we need refills on anything. I decline. (too much water is bad for the skin, i've heard.) Niki does get some more iced tea.

He comes back out with her tea and tells us that he talked with his manager further, and they made the decree that i can only have the 10% off if i get the pie now, and that essentially absolves me of having to go tonight. I tell him that I really was planning to go to the softball game, and that, unfortunately, i can't take the pie with me back to the office.

He doesn't beleive that i'll come and i tell him that i really do love live sporting events, and he says they play really poorly. I tell him i'll probably spend the time laughing at them, and i really laugh when people get hit by balls. He tells me he'll get hit by a ball on purpose.

I laugh, and niki and i get up to go, and as we are walking out, we acutally run into one of the other guys who works there and he asks us if we are coming tonight. Affirmative, Great Harvest, we will be there. No need to wonder...this is a fact.

We laugh as we go out to the car...its the most funny lunch encounter i've had. (Its my theory of pherimones in action.)

And, really, despite what Great Harvest thinks, I really will be going. Because really, i do love Big League Dreams softball, and i love being stubborn, and heck, a girl's gotta have some fun.

So, come out to Big League Dreams tonight, 7pm at Wrigley Field if you want to see at least one cute guy get hit by a ball. It should be good times.

sometimes it takes me a while to get up in the morning

well, not literally "to get up". i do that pretty quickly.

jump out of bed and run to the bathroom to dive in the shower.

it takes me a long time to mentally get up.

I've noticed something though. its easier for me toget to work and start immediately if i've been working overtime earlier in the week, or if i go to bed thinking about work and i wake up thinking about work. if that's the case "getting up" is totally easy.

But if not...if i'm thinking about my life when i'm waking up in the morning, well, then it takes me forever, a day and 3 carmel macchiatos to actually be mentally present.

In other news, i'm nearing my 2 year anniversary with my first client. What a crazy two years its been. He makes me want to drink sometimes, but i love him.

And...now that i have woken up by writing this blog, and drinking my first carmel macchiato of the day, i'm going to go make calls on that first client of mine.

3 days until the weekend. I gotta say...i'm excited.

i'm watching the kiddies right now

judah tells me to write "zoe is crazy. judah is awesome."

i ask "anything else?"

judah tells me to write: "zoe is crazy. judah is fun."

i ask "any last words?"

judah says "well, probably write zoe...zoe, zoe, zoe, zoe. how come you are not writing zoe? oh, there it is. you are writing zoe."

then he made me read it a few timeS TO HIm. (and zoe had fun with the caps lock key.)

sometimes, i play out scenarios in my mind of what would happen if i went ape on people...

certain people...not just a random ped on the street. (that would be jacked up if i just went bananas over some person walking down the street.)

yes, certain people who have the insane ability to rile me right up. I don't like being rileable. Its not one of my proudest characteristics.

But, this morning, i got all sorts of riled up re: someone.

What did i do?
had a 10 minute cry. (I hate crying at work... it takes me back to the days before i worked at my current job...days of stress, frustration, incredibly unrealistic expectations and feeling like no one really gave a shit about me.)
mistakenly hit a "reply to all" button on an e-mail, and sent an e-mail to some of the people i manage that i shouldn't have...and that makes me feel like a prize retard because now i look weak and technologically-inept.
breathed
talked to my favorite client, talked to one of my favorite friends (two seperate people...), laughed a TON at them and with them
wrote down the number for the Spa Downtown and at 10am (promptly) made a call to schedule a 90 minute massage...which commences in 1 hour and 45 minutes.

and 20 minutes ago, called to apologize to the person who riled me up regarding my reactions that occured this morning.

All things considering, i think that's progress.

and this will be my last post for the day...

the lonely island boys (andy samberg and his crew, possibly to include T.Pain) are coming out w/ a new cd.

so, now, if you want to jam to lazy sunday or ras trent, all you have to do is put in your iPod buds.

it's a great day to be alive.

And, actually, a really great day: Space Olympics will be on the album too.

the changeling

i wanted to post this yesterday, but i got sidetracked from it by watching a lady stomping grapes fall and writhe and moan on the ground.

hysterical. thanks Derrick. (Side-note, i told the girls at small group yesterday about Wipeout. i can't wait til its back on. that, friends, is the best show EVER conceived.)

I watched the Changeling on Monday night with Danielle...AJolie was nominated for an oscar for her performance in it, so even though the oscars had already occured, i thought better to watch it and to say that i had seen at least two oscar contenders. that way i'm less biased. (On Sunday night, i was totally rooting for the Reader, but that's because it was the only movie i had seen...next year: goal: to watch all the nominated films so that i can make a fair and impartial decision.)

so, i had initally wanted to see the changeling based on the previews. shelby quirk: i don't like reading the back of movies in the video store, or if someone asks me to go see a movie and i don't know too much about it, i won't ask around and get a understanding about what it is regarding.

I like the surprise of knowing that it is brand-new to me. A complete adventure to lose yourself in without preconceived notions of what it will be like.

This is where it all went wrong w/ the changeling. I saw the preview.

I thought it was about alien abduction. Aliens abducting kids, filling them with mini-aliens and then returning them to their parents. Something like M. Night Shamalan (sp?) would write.

I was wrong.

Yes, there was some child abduction, but nothing involving mini-ET's snatching children from beds. It was mostly just mistaken identity.

Which, if i were a member of the academy, would not justify an oscar. Which, explained why she didn't win.

Note to Clint Eastwood: next year, if you want to have someone win an oscar: alien abduction. Its the only way.

ok, i'm better now...

i think i'm (what is it called when you get tired and moody because you don't eat much?)

I think i have that. For the life of me i can't remember what that's called.

Yes, i graduated college.

Yes, i consider myself reasonably educated.

I just can't remember that word.

But, i'm better...and not as stressed, and not as tired. :) I think it was the rootbeer.

do you ever just get so tired?

Right now, i am absolutely beat.

Like, the next person that i talk to is going to get less than 100% of me. I hate that. I always, ALWAYS give 100%. (Someone told me once that its impossible to give 110% of yourself...you can't give more than you have to give...so everytime people say they want 110%, i get argumentative in my brain...sometimes it comes out. Sometimes it doesn't. Right now, for arguments sake, i'm not going to go there because i don't want the online world to think that i'm always harping on something...really, in real life, i'm a nice person. Quirky...with lots of opinions, but nice in general.)

Back to the issue at hand. I always, ALWAYS give the most that i can. Try to do everything that is physically within my power to get the job done on time and in the best way possible.

Not right now...i'm just so tired. Not physically, although that is part of it. Mentally, i'm fried. Going from one thing to the next ALL THE TIME makes me want to cry. To always have something that didn't get done, or something that could've been done, or should've been done.

Its exhausting. Is this the way it always is going to be? When does this stop? When i get married? When i have kids? A sinking suspicion, and lots of testimonials from my friends tell me that it never stops. I know life has its ups and downs, and sometimes more downs than ups, and by no means am i equating my tired life right now to someone with real issues that they are experiencing. On the "life" scale, my issues are totally minor. I just wonder...how is this life thing supposed to work?

Beyond actually pressing through and getting all of my stuff done (which, i've decided, is my only course of action), the only thing that will make me feel better is watching 23 women eviscerate Jason on the Bachelor: The Women Tell All tonight. That damn guy needs a good reaming. And, while i watch that, i'm probably going to force my roommate to drink mojitos with me. I drank mojitos on Saturday night while watching Indiana Jones: Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, and i didn't really follow ANY of what was happening. (is it just me or was that movie INSANELY confusing? or was it the mojitos?) Either way it was the best Saturday night i've had in a long time. And, tonight will probably be the best Monday night i've had in a long time. the common thread there is mojitos.

Maybe i'll put mojito in my coffee...water bottle...cereal and everything else that needs some sort of liquid added. THAT will make me less tired. Problem solved.

two things:

I have a few countdowns:
48 days until Reno. Delicious.
68 days until Seattle. Awesome. More on this in a second.
142 days until Coldplay. Oh, i just peed my pants a little in excitement. (Kinda like that time we were at Judah's birthday party and i piddled because i jumped too high on the trampoline.)

In Seattle news, my mom e-mailed me to ask me about "hosting" her garage sale the Saturday that i'm there. Guess Saturday won't be the day that i go and get my 2.5 hour deep tissue Swedish massage followed by my 1 hour steam to get all my toxins up and out. Oh well. That'll have to wait for another day.

My mom is FAMOUS for bribing us kids... i mean, when i was little, she paid me 20 dollars to go to youth group. In a way, my mom used money to entice me to become a Christian. (Ok, that is stretching it a LOT...just kidding...but she did pay me to go to youth group for a month.)

So, for this garage sale, she told me that she would let me take all the profits if i sit there for 5 hours. Nothing like using my vacation to try to earn some extra cash to pay for my vacation that i'm already paying for in cash. Dave Ramsey would be so proud.

Danielle, this is for you: I almost wrote a blog the other day about how having a disabled parking placard would make my life easier. But, then i thought about you, and your blogging comments as of late, the potential comments i would receive, and i thought, "better leave that rant inside my head instead of putting it down on paper." I don't want blog-hatas. I just want the world to love each other. Preferably, if the world could love each other at the Coldplay concert, that would be even better.

I'm going to die. I'm buying tickets next week.

And...in random Mormon news: WHAT DO THEY FEED THOSE BOYS TO MAKE THEM SO HOT?!?! Ladies and Gentlemen, in this day of TV history, we have two FINE mormon gents on TV: Chet on the Real World (who makes me DIE with his fashion on his sayings...i'll remember what one of them is and post it later) and Tyson on Survivor (who i would maul if i saw him in real life...his sense of humor is unreal). Wow...I'm just marveling at God's creation.

dear jesus...thank you for my clients

and when they send me 100 gift cards to starbucks.

what happens in reno stays in reno

As a few days ago (13th to be exact) marked the 2 month mark to countdown to my birthday, its natural (isn't it?) to get into planning mode and start figuring out what should be done.

So, as roommate and I were sitting, watching Jason make the biggest mistake of his Bachelor career (more to come on that later), she proposed Reno! WHAT?!?! I didn't even know that was an option. As it turns out, oh, yes, Reno is an option. Staying at her aunts house for free...going out to dinner...ice skating (which i've never been a big fan of, mostly just for the fact that i'll probably break both ankles and get some gnarly bruises, but what the heck? you don't turn 20-something twice!)

So...in an homage to Arrested Development, i want to go to Reno to see the blue man group, and all the fun things that Reno has to offer. And, by my blog title, in no way am i implying that anything untoward will happen there that would need to then stay there. Its just a witty little comment that means absolutely nothing...which, i would hope, dear reader, you have now come to expect from my blog.

Other things from this weekend: I will go in chronological order.

Prior to going out and getting margaritas to "celebrate" Valentine's Day, i burned my hand in a gory way on my flat iron. Welcome to one of the perks of being a girl: third degree burns in the shape of little small rectangles. It hurt like the dickens and now is small, flat and devoid of any sort of fingerprint becuase its been burned away. If i wanted to go commit a bank robbery with one hand (my right hand index finger), i'd totally get away with it. Bingo!

Sunday: aka "please God, just let me die" day. Welcome flu. Please, come in, stay a while. I got up that day, somewhat ready to make the trek up to Mercy, and did end up going up there, after stopping by Target, Manhattan and Starbucks with Niki. However, when we got up there, i knew i needed to go home. I wasn't throwing up yet. YET being the opperative word here. I drove homeand proceeded to lay on my red couch for hours and hours and hours, while the chills would wash over me, and then i would get so hot i couldn't hardly stand it. And then i would get a text, which would mean i would have to lift my arm (which was so heavy...why was my arm heavy?) and answer the text while my fingers were freezing cold outside of my blanket. Crackers, water, crackers, sprite (thanks Abby!), crackers, vomit, mouth wash, crackers, water, crackers, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep. Wake up! Welcome roommate home, she goes to bed, and then i go back to bed, for what must've been my 18th hour of sleep in a 24 hour time period.

Monday: still queasy, but feeling better, i brave new worlds: solid foods! Oh, man, by 6pm yesterday i was RAVENOUS. Like Edward with Bella that first day. Except, i endulged. I went buck nutty on any and all protein in the house. It was delicious. I got my strength back, just in time to watch the Bachelor and the City and then go to bed.

Here's my problem with the Bachelor: Jason is just like any other, non-Christian guy out there. We have all put him on this pedestal becuase of what happened to him with his ex-wife (they got divorced. so has half of america), and then with deanna (she broke up with him. that's also happened to half of america.). So, now, here is this "amazing" guy, who really just wants to get these girls to say to him that they are falling in love with him, so that he can invite them to spend the night with him in this fantasy suite and get it on, and only, to then kick off the one that he should've picked in the end. I was a die hard Jillian fan (and hey, buddy, what is with all the damn nicknames???). I think she should be the next Bachelorette (which is flawed in that it reverses traditional male/female roles, in my opinion). But, because of last night, i could give a flying crap what happens next. he can pick emotionally stunted Molly or "say the right thing" Melissa and i truly would not care. Will i still watch it, um, yeah. Will i still comment on it like they are my friends and i'm fully invested in their lives. Probably. Does that give me some sort of idea as to why i'm still single? Yep. I have made best friends with people on tv. I'm totally ready for a relationship.

And, while we are on the subject of guys like Jason, i gotta be honest: (RANT ALERT!!!) i've encountered a fair amount of guys in these past few months who are just like Jason. And some tell me to my face that all guys are just like that. That sex is a natural part of a dating relationship, and that I'm borderline retarded to desire something different, something more. Yes, i fully understand that the world that i live in of celibacy and purity before marriage is not the way the world does it, but that doesn't mean its retarded. Nor is it foolish. I think this is a perfect example to me that, as Christians, we are called to live by a higher standard. Ugh, if i hear one more person insinuate that I'm retarded for wanting something more out of a dating relationship than sex, I'm going to scream and rip their head off.

Ok...i'm lowering my blood pressure. Deep breathing. Sorry, it just gets me all worked up!

Coldplay: July 10th: Portland. July 11th: the Gorge (first saw Dave there and i'm pretty sure got high second-hand from sitting on the grassy knolls). July 13th: shoreline ampitheater in San Fran. Who is up for it? I gotta see them...if i don't, i'm going to die. Just die.

And, i've decided: 2009 is the year when i'm going to start living. I've had enough of this working crap. I mean, yeah, its totally important, and i love my job, but my goal is not to work so that i can make other people rich. My goal: work so that i can really live. So...who wants to start living? Let's do this!