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Currently Watching A.I. – Artificial Intelligence (Widescreen Two-Disc Special Edition) By Jack Angel, Keith Campbell, Vito Carenzo, Brendan Gleeson, Clark Gregg see related

I remembered this movie being really uber depressing, but I didn’t think it would get me to sob my eyes out twice.  Well….. it totally did.  I was bawling like a baby during the whole last half hour! Great way to begin a new week with Fred, ne? lol

So, now I gotta kill some time before falling asleep, since otherwise I’ll wake up tomorrow with sore, puffy eyes and a headache from all the crying. >.<

[Poor little Teddy, left all alone for eternity.... ;_;]

I finished doing my first taxes tonight! Now I have officially arrived at adult responsibility, and all I have to say is “boo hiss” to it. At least for right now, thankfully, I don’t have a whole lot of complicated mess to fill out, since I don’t make a whole lot of moola and there’s really only one source of any kind of income or interest that I personally handle. So…… yeah, it might be kind of a bad thing financially speaking, but in terms of laziness it is good good good.

And now…..bed.

Since the concert on Sunday night, I haven’t been able to get Van Halen off my mind (silly me). So… this year my Valentine’s Day theme shall be just that: Van Halen.

With that said, I shall go on to other things…. I received an email today from a travel website called Kayak.com featuring the most recent deals they’ve found. One in particular struck me as quite laughable, among other things. Check it out: [I had to post it in picture format in order to preserve the photo which, I thought, shouldn't be left out!]

Wow.

ANYway… have a Happy VanHalentine’s Day, everybody!

Current Mood: lovable

Ah, nuts. Here I go being dangerously introspective again! It’s times like these when I need a lot of solitude and a whole lot of chocolate. I start thinking too much, and the reality of how big the universe is and how small I am by comparison gets me in a vice grip, so much that my chest feels tight and I begin to feel trapped and claustrophobic. Ironic, I know, that I should feel that way when pondering the infinite expanses of the universe, and yet…. I do.

If you want a glimpse of what has been burdening my mind and heart this morning, here it is: First I thought of the Van Halen concert, and how much I would love to actually meet those guys and find out if they’re as cool as they seem on stage, or if they’re total pricks like rock stars often turn out to be. Then I thought of friends from long ago (or maybe not so long ago) who are growing in fame (in their band) and who I’ll probably never see again but wonder if they’ll remember me if they become famous… blah blah blah… And that made me think of how much times and people have changed in a very small amount of time, in my life alone, compared to the whole history of human existence.

And then I thought of Eddie Van Halen again. I thought of how much I would love to have him look at me and see me. To know who I am out of the millions of people who come to see him play. Then I thought of how small I am, how insignificant, and how many other people wish for the very same thing.

And then I came back to reality. Working as a part-time receptionist for a small company in a small building in Marietta, GA….

Gah, I feel so alone.

That’s it, I can’t take it anymore. As soon as I get home, I am making myself a martini (or something mildly alcoholic) and watching Thumbelina. How appropriate.

Hmm… doesn’t have quite the same ring to it as “Home Alone.” But it’s just as fun! There is only one other living creature in this whole building aside from me… unless, of course, you count Blue Fish, but he plays dead way too much to count in my opinion. [Lesson learned: all bettas are jerks. They pretend to be dead until you freak out and shake their bowl or bang on the glass... and sometimes they STILL act dead until you've already prepared the toilet for their arrival, and suddenly they start to move again. -_-]

Anyway, with that in mind, I keep thinking about running naked through the halls and sitting on everybody’s desk (still naked, mind you). The thought dances around in my mind and I chuckle out loud on occasion, but quite frankly I don’t have the cojones. There is always that small amount of paranoia in the back of my mind that says somebody is bound to have installed security cameras in here.

…and that’s a risk I’m not willing to take! [But I'll still enjoy thinking about it and laughing.]

After successfully avoiding the many afflictions attributed to wintertime, I have managed to catch a cold. Hopefully, I’ve snagged a gentle one, since the last thing I need as a receptionist at a company called McMennamy-Nafziger is a stuffy nose and the consequent disaster in nasal diction. [I highlighted all of the phonetically nasal letters for emphasis.... *cries*]

In other news, I have two rather nostalgic DVDs on the way that I bought on Half.com last night, the first of which was inspired by my drive home on Friday – which, by the way, was the best commute I have experienced so far in my working life. There was a car in front of me that was located thusly from almost the moment I left work till we had passed all of the slow, stiflingly bad traffic…. and playing on a little screen for two girls in the back seat was…. *drum roll*… Thumbelina! I haven’t seen that movie in years, but I got my jollies out of watching some of it (without sound, of course) on the way home, hahaha.

So now, I have that movie AND Ferngully, another favorite from my childhood, on the way!

I walked back to the shop to deliver some mail, and as I was leaving, I heard one of the guys saying to the others (because they were all working in the area around the door I was going through), “Now, who determined it be called ‘Indian style’?” and one of the other guys responded with “Old cowboy western movies…” and of course I just shook my head with a chuckle and continued back into the main building. Makes me wonder what else they talk about back there, lol.

Anyway, a little piece of news…. The nouveau ri-tarded won a small victory today… I couldn’t get my CD player to play the CD, and it’s been progressively more gay every time I mess with it, so lately the only thing that finally gets it to behave is a sound smack on its side. Weeelllll, I smacked it. Didn’t work. Smacked it again. Didn’t work. Opened it and closed it several times (the lid slides on and turns on the player that way). Still no results. Opened it one last time. NO FLIPPIN’ SIGN OF LIFE. Shook it in frustration. The lid came flying off and crashed on the floor behind me! That was nice and embarrassing for me. There are step machines and stationary bicycles behind the treadmills, and I think someone was on all of them, so…. I had quite an audience for my electronic malfunction.

Needless to say, I’m in the market for an mp3 player now. Yayz.

It is my ever-expanding opinion that the nouveau riche are completely retarded, at least around Atlanta. Example: I’m at the Y, and I’ve just exercised and showered. I’m blowdrying my hair with my headphones in…. and what are they plugged into? A CD player. You know, that ancient piece of equipment that plays those silvery flat discs. Those women think I can’t see them through all my hair, but surprise!! I can. They stare at my CD player with looks of – and I’m not exaggerating – disgust. Not disdain, not mockery, not even confusion, per se. Just this disgusted expression, as if I’ve brought in a dissected frog and slapped it down beside the sink.

Three different women had this same reaction. I just smiled secretly beneath all my wet hair and laughed at them in my mind. Silly spoiled richies.

This is what? the 5th blog I’ve made? Yes, I’m now officially a blog whore. *shakes head* If only there were just one blog that had everything and that everybody used. That, my friends, would be a miracle and a godsend.

Anyway… hello, WordPress!