a speeding schoolbus teeming with unruly children just forced me into a pothole the size of Guam. my poor car's response to this was to sputter, creek, and then continue on in a crooked fashion, thanks to my newly acquired bent axle. thanks braintree public schools! i will be sending you a bill toute de suite >;o

also: i think the computer lab situation at school is getting tres out of hand. never mind the debacle last week invovling some ass printing an entire e-text book (250 pages no less) and thus inciting a small riot. today, a girl with mop-like hair wearing an oh-so-chic ankle length sweatshirt dress was rifling through every paper that printed out of the only two printers in the lab,making a mess of things, and then ran away from the printer with the final four pages of my paper. when i followed her back to her seat and told her nicely of her mistake, she ignored me, folded the papers in half and stuffed them in her circa 1991 messenger bag. I repeated my request, adding that I saw her take them, and I am familiar with making that mistake since I have done it before, so it's not a big deal. she replied with "this is my paper".

i know what you are thinking: "what a slut!".

i was thinking the same thing, and then when I went to reprint my story, i relaized that after having printed it, i had erased it since it is not a good idea to leave perfectly good papers saved on a public computer's desktop. When I went back to find miss sweatshirt dress again and entreat her to PLEASE for the love of god look in her bag. She was gone. So I missed class, having to retype mostly from memory what I had typed in the lab this morning.

so here i sit, back at home, listening to Ella sing Jobim, and wondering if i should spike my diet pepsi with goldschlager ;-)

it is a friday - however it feels like a monday morning for some reason and i have to work tonight until 10. the only thing good about today is that i am breaking in my new Italian silver-beaded bracelet that my mother gave me for my birthday. Oh yeah, and the hope that I will have time to go to Target with Jenn before work tonight. I do need me some Target

The following is a rant involving my ever-changing political sensibilities: please ignore if you see fit.

Lately, it seems like class discussions at my school become open forums to voice dissent and unhappiness with the government, particularly W, as well as american democracy in general. This is all well and good, I realize that this is a “perk” of going to a liberal public university, and I am happy to be a part of an academic institution that allows and even encourages discussions like this. However, I think that sometimes enough is enough – I don’t like hearing anyone speak if they are generally misinformed, even if the sentiments they express coincide with my own. Making sweeping grandiose statements like “America is an Empire “ and “Democracy is Dead” is pointless and I think tasteless as well. And further more, running around screaming “No blood for oil!” is about as comendable as running around screaming “Let’s go to war right now!”, because it’s not a black and white issue, and it’s not something any of us can discuss beyond shallow understandings and indignant emotions, without access to extensive government documents, and a crystal ball.

Except, of course, Jon Stewart.

my new thing is to use the men's room at Porter's. The women's room is always dirty/filled with coke-heads/nasty and in comparison the men's room is quite nice. also, i find that men are much more gracious about letting a gal in need cut to the front of the line than women are, which saves time that could be well spent at the bar - which is where i spend most of my birthday evening. the bar at Chile's, the bar at the Milky Way and the bar at Porter's. it is little wonder that i just got out of bed about 20 minutes ago, seeing as how my deadbeat @ss has to work in a little bit. phoo-ey. i was up until 5AM watching the gorgeous Moulin Rouge 2-disc DVD that the lovely Miss Meaghan appropriated for me.

Kisses and thanks to jill, jenny and meaghan (my tuesday night troopers) for making my birthday night wonderful.

Jenny - you are such an efficient guest-book signer. i love it!

Alright, so inevitably i loved "Chicago" very very much. My favorites were of course, my heroine Catherine Z-J and John C Reilly (he is so cute and button-like!). My mom and I concur that Reilly's singing voice is much better than Gere's singing voice (if in fact it IS his voice, which I am not entirely sure of). My mom and I differed in opinion on the inimtable Miss Zeta Jones though, when my mom announced immediately following the film "Wow, that Catherine is fat, isn't she?". Mon Dieu! I nearly slapped my very own mother at such sacrilege. Catherine, as we all know, is beautiful and nowhere near fat, Meanwhile, Miss Renee's shoulders are too bony for me to appreciate anything else about her. That is all I have to say on the matter.


In local news - tomorrow is my birthday! yay! I will be spending my morning at the DMV, my afternoon in class and my evenings with my lovely friends at the Milky Way. I hope all who can, will attend, and if you cannot attend, then i didn't even want you there anyway, so there ;-)

Directions to the Milky Way, we will meet at 9, and all that jazz

Two things I learned this weekend that make my life complete:

1) They are in fact, filming the sequel to Bridget Jones' Diary. The question we are all asking remains: Who will play Colin Firth?

2) The Spice Girls are reuniting for a greatest hits album PLUS reunion tour!

Now i am off to see "Chicago" (finally!) with my mom. a toute a l'heure!

i am trying to bring the sweater vest back. it's true that i often try to bring things back and it doesn't always work (for instance, the word psych!) but i really i think it is an essential part of any wardrobe and so accordingly i wore one to school yesterday and i must say the feedback was quite positive. i think it is best summarized by what the parking attendant at umass boston said to me on my way out: "You clothes good! Good Bless You!". Indeed.

Top Five Songs to Listen to in Your Car on a Friday:
5) Frank Sinatra - I've Got the World on a String
4) tAtu - All the Things She Said
3) Stevie Wonder - Signed, Sealed, Delivered
2) George Michael- Freedom
1) Pink Martini - Sympatique (Je Ne Veux Pas)

i just got in from such an uneventful night at work. i sold not one pair of shoes, although i did take over the handbag counter for a little while, although i am not supposed to leave my section. it will always amaze me how talking in an authoritative tone of voice commands respect, even when one knows absolutely nothing about what one is talking about.

An example:
Customer: I love these Coach bags, will you be getting any more?
Me (having no idea): No, these were the last shipment. They're a limited edition for this store
Customer (seemingly thinking i'd better get them while i can!) I'll take two of them.
Me: (gleeful at a $400 sale): Wise decision

(I find out later that we have oodles of said bag. oops!)

i guess the night was not a total loss: i did get to hear all about Joanie's abcessed tooth. That's always a good time

i will say this about the snow: it makes a lovely excuse to do or not do almost anything. for instance: i did not do my literature paper that was due today because of the snow but i did eat everything in my house this weekend because of the snow. see how that works? very nice.

so aside from the mass consumption and snow blindness i have little to report on this past weekend's events with the exception of friday and sunday evening. friday, as you know, was valentine's day and in true singleton fashion myself, jill, meaghan, jenny and andy trooped out to News, decked out in our finest, for an evening of free champagne and debauchery (beginning with passing around the bottle of goldschlager in the cab ride there, and ending with free drinks provided by the charming swiss and belgian men at Trio). the early morning hours found us all back at jill's in various states of disarray and drunkeness, swigging Andy's homemade margarita smoothies and reading aloud from our high school journals, all the while shrieking and dancing around, while Bridget Jones Diary played in the background. all but one of us luckily passed out before the infusion of drunken straight men into jill's apartment. (sorry jenny :-) )
we are starting a Colin Firth fan club entitled "Who's On Firth".

sunday night brought a more sedate form of revelry: andy, miss meaghan and i attended Frank Sintatra night at Lucky's in South Boston. the martinis were incomparable, as was the 40's-like ambience and amazing vocals of one Mr. F Sinatra. we discussed the normal intelligent topics of young and urban types far and wide: literature, Michael Jackson and of course, shoes. I will say this about the clientele: You can take the girl out of Southie, but you cannot take the Southie out of the girl. The conversations in the ladies room (kudos, by the way to the Valley of the Dolls picture on the door) were peppered with phrases like "fuckin'" and of course the illustrious "c-word". i, of course, was shocked and appalled

in conclusion: next Tuesday is my alleged 23rd birthday and I would just love if anyone who can, would come to Mary Mary's All Star Karaoke at the Milky Way in JP to help me celebrate my old age with liquor in plastic cups and nutty sing-alongs.

today is a cold, cold day. i just returned home the talbot's outlet which today yielded yet another pair of shoes that i will never wear but couldn't bear to give up, especially since there was an evil and slightly strange woman in a red raincoat following me down the shoe aisles, trying on every shoe I tried on immediately after I finished with it, and while i may not wear the black and camel pumps i bought, i certainly didn't want red raincoat woman to have them. it's alot like how pogo doesn't want his rawhide bone unless someone else is hovering around it - and then he wants it REALLY badly.

this is my new home. it is a little less fancy, i realize. however, i feel that the weblog is the wave of the future for me. i am utterly sick of diaryland, and this way i can update frequently and randomly without the responsibility of filling an entire page with my incessant ramblings. you will love it, i just know it. :-)