Geez. I've been gone for so long. Not quite sure why to be completely honest - I guess other things just took over and sometimes something like this gets pushed to the side.
That being said, I'm not quite sure if I'm ready to start this 1 man circus act up again, but I just wanted to pop in and say hi to the few people who still check to see if I update, if there are any. Hello, are you out there?
Life is still about the same, with the exception of the boy moving to Asheville about a month ago to run his own store. We're staying together and the plans are to move in that direction when all the dust settles. Holy life change. We'll see.
I moved to Raleigh after I moved out of my last horrible apartment experience - my lease is up June 1st and I'm moving closer to work in Chapel Hill. Not that this is at all interesting, but damn it, I don't think I ever want to move again. Like, SERIOUSLY. Ikea beds are a bitch to take apart, people. Ugh.
Say hi, if you check this. It'll be nice to hear from you. Oh, and become my Facebook friend! Does anyone really do that whole MySpace thing anymore?
I mean, COME ON. It's everywhere! Bumper stickers, windshields, TV, magazines!
It. Won't. Go. Away.
Keep in mind that if you say this to me I will look at you with a blank stare and have no further respect for you or your children. I don't live on a house with wheels and I don't expect you to talk to me like I can just drive my home down the road if necessary. Everyone's house DOESN'T HAVE A HITCH (not that there's anything wrong with that.)
I'm still here. Just busier than normal. No, I didn't get a new fancy job. Just a busy social life, which doesn't allow for fun things like blogging.
Such is the life of a social butterfly, right? (I know - how Paris Hilton of me.)
Anywho, in addition to become all svelte and skinny in 2007, my other resolution is to blog more. Like, well, regularly.
Things to do today: 1. Return my MacBook that has a clicking HDD (just bought it!) 2. Have lunch with my mom 3. Take pictures of the scene of the car wreck (oh, I didn't tell you? Daddy was in a parking lot accident. Oh I didn't tell you I bought ANOTHER new car 3 months ago? FOR SHAME.) 4. Put gas in my *cough* *eww* Ford Focus rental (or as I call it, Ford "one giant piece of plastic" Focus) 5. Blog. YAY!
Thanks for all the concern - 2007 will be great year for my blogging.*
*that is, until I decide to become all slack ass and not post again. Whatever.
If you happen to eat at the Red Robin in Durham, please make sure to request any server other than Lindsay. Not sure that you'll remember her name? OK, here's a photo:
Meet Lindsay. She likes to duck around corners when she could clearly see the bottom to our "bottomless" steak fries. She liked to touch the top of our straws (which by the way don't have paper covers around them) with the hand she coughed into all night.
And, uh, SHE SUCKED ON THE MENUS at the table in front of us.
Additionally, my Blue Moon was $5.00. $5.00 for a draft? Insane!
Um, I'm Sitting here, alone, watching Final Destination 3. It's 12:39am. 2 heads have already exploded. 2 girls have been burned alive by tanning beds. The group of soon-to-be-dead kids are standing beside saws/shovels in a home improvement store as we speak. I would be Captain Obvious to state that things aren't going to best for them, right? Screaming the usual things (really I don't scream at movies, but just roll with it) like: "Don't go in there!", "Don't walk alone!" would totally be the norm. And, sure, I'm saying these things - but you know what I've said at LEAST 7 times?
"Girl, get out of the VWJetta!"
Like, seriously! Driving the most unreliable monstrosity created by man? You. Are. Going. To. Die. It's going to break down in an intersection and your stupid ass is going to get hit by a transfer truck. Splat.
Mark my words, if this bitch's car kills her, I'm writing New Line Cinema a letter and accusing them of stalking my blog. SERIOUSLY.
Additionally, that girl from Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants just got some staples through her head.
Oh, and I have a job interview tomorrow for a possible promotion. Wish me luck!
Additionally, I love our admin at work - This one hot chica totally put in my vacation hours without me asking when I forgot this past week. I'd buy her dinner if I wasn't broke like a mofo. DADDY MUST HAVE MONEY FOR ANOTHER PAIR OF ALTERED JEANS. Heart her to the max, though.
Nip/Tuck is pretty interesting this year - having Christian question his sexuality? Interesting to say the least. I can't say that I haven't seen hints of what's coming though the past seasons. I've started a viewing party at my house every Tuesday night at 10pm. You should bring your sexy ass.
Speaking of sexy, Princess (Yes, that's her REAL name) and I were talking about how the new thing now is for everyone to say "I'm bringing SexyBack." Reality check: I was saying it weeks before the song came out - but I promptly stopped when bitches in Lacoste and giant pearls thought it was cool. I am JUST THAT RAD. So, I guess you could say I started the trend. Forget about the fact that little Timberlake actually coined it - I SPREAD IT TO THE MASSES IN CHAPEL HILL. Just ask anyone who bought a computer during tax-free weekend...I think I might have shouted it at every customer who passed by my Geek Squad table. I am the epitome of a working professional.
And yes, I think I'm cooler than all get out (this is coming from the person who thinks he was responsible for making the Spice Girls popular in 1997 - I KNOW), but it's late and it's alright to think I'm the shit at this time of night, right?
Big thanks to American Eagle for making denim that fits me like a glove and also a thank you to the nice Korean lady who is hemming them up for me. I might have done a little bow to her out of happiness.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, my inseam is 27". I'm so tall, y'all.
Screamy bands are never good for your ears. Remember that when you agree to go to a concert in a dive bar bar with bad acoustics. Also what's never good? Getting home at 3am when you have to be up for work at 8am.
I've been MIA (thanks Norm. How about you remind me every single day?) So sorry, folks - Can we kiss and make up?
Anywho, MIA. Right. I starting seeing someone about a month ago - it's going good. Actually, really good. Keep your fingers crossed (maybe a few toes as well). And If you're super cool, you'll know the details.
My upstairs neighbors have been keeping me up all night, every night. Who knows what the hell they are doing up there. Dropping 'bows, wrestling, etc etc. It's like a earthquake above me almost 24/7. It's getting old and my eyes are puffy. Not a good thing.
On the hair front, it's grown out about an inch and it's oh so sexy. What's not so sexy? The unshaven look I've rocked for the past 3 days. Luckily I'm now clean cut and suave - just how all the bitches like me.
I've gotten to abuse the J.Crew employee discount; it's like Jesus is shining his holy light down on me. Up next on the employee discount: Argyle socks. I'm such a nerd.
I've fallen in love with Corinne Bailey Rae. Her CD is the epitome of awesome. I'm not sure if that made any sense because it's so late, but you all can suck it if it doesn't. I mean that in the nicest possible way. Promise.
Saw the MTV VMAs. My girl won a well deserved award, but other than that, the show sucked. It sucked hard. And how bad were Panic! At the Disco? Shit. I'll put on a top hat, look pretty and sing on stage if I can make bank like them. I mean, I would probably sound better, too. Don't judge me. You've never seen me car sing/dance. I put those bitches to shame. I don't even need the top hat. You heard me right.
I'm addicted to Flava of Love 2. BuckWild is my girl. I just want to invite her over and talk all gangsta and shit. Maybe do her up in some cornrows while we're at it. New York is back too, ya'll. Oh snap. Please tell me I'm not the only one watching this? I'm thinking of having a viewing party each time it comes on, too. Sad, I know.
I just realized that this is the most random post I've ever made. I guess I'm just in a random mood lately.
Yesterday, Gypsi and I decided to take a trip to South of the Border. Obviously only cool kids like us take days off of work to go to such rad places. I'll give you a moment to bask in our coolness.
Anyways, 272 miles later and many repeats of JoJo's "Too Little, Too Late", I want to go back hardcore. It's just so shitty it's fantastic. The photo opportunities! The unnecessary shit to buy! It's like a fantasy land - only REAL!
Brent Nelson: Fantasia is horrible. Brent Nelson: But I will totally be sitting on the couch, popcorn in hand, when her Lifetime movie comes on Gary: oh God Gary: at least Stockard Channing isn't playing her Brent Nelson: SHE'S PLAYING HERSELF. Gary: or any of the other three actresses in all Lifetime movies Brent Nelson: I wish it was Jaclyn Smith Brent Nelson: that would be interesting. Gary: how is fantasia going to appear in a movie when she can't read the script? Brent Nelson: she's just going to move her lips and they will dub someone else in. Brent Nelson: Maybe Stockard Channing.
I'm going to go ahead and say sorry for the lack of posts, I'm trying to get adjusted to the new atmosphere down here and it's taken a bit of a toll on me.
A couple of things coming in the next few days: 1. The reason why I quit drinking 2. The reason why I love Fuse 3. Kelly! Clarkson! Concert! 4. Some random crap
