Just like crack, only better

Thoughts of the day:

1. Why even buy Oreos if they're not Double Stuf?
2. I wish Celine Dion wasn't such a guilty pleasure... LIZ, I thought of you today when I decided to rock out to my Celine playlist on the drive back up to school. So good. SO. GOOD.
3. I would really like to eat some ribs right now.
4. I think that the bottle return machine should accept your cans and bottles for recycling purposes even if the store doesn't accept that brand - because then I just have to throw the generics away and that's plain wasteful.
5. I figured out that if you say you work at Eastwood, almost all the restaurants will give you a discount. Perk of the day, yes... but I wish I had known that the past two years.
6. Is there anything better than sleeping on clean sheets, in a clean room while it's raining outside? Answer: not really.
7. There is a woman on Drew and Mike this morning who is aiming to be the world's heaviest female; she currently weighs 600 pounds and is aiming for 1000. Knowing what kind of vulgarity Drew and Mike usually operate under, why would you call in to talk to them and then get offended when people asked you condescendingly about your quality of life? And WHY would you ever want to weigh 1000 pounds?!
8. Did I mention I am craving ribs?
9. Pancheros corn salsa is just like crack, only better.
10. It would suck having to move over and over again in a European city; seeing as how they build up and not out, and how many of the older buildings don't have elevators equipped for more than three people at a time... yea, I just don't even want to think about it. I suppose I should be thankful that all I have to deal with are eight stairs to the parking lot.
11. I'm GORgeous ;)

Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me sugar...

In the past three weeks I have had a number of INSANE dreams about weddings... one could say it's all I ever think about any more. The most disturbing went a little something like this:

I woke up the day of my wedding and everybody had left the house for the church without me. WTF? I ended up driving myself to the church, pulling up to the back entrance and tried to park next to the door. There was a parking attendant there who ran up to my car and started shaking his head, saying very firmly that I was not allowed to park there. I pleaded with him and explained that I was the bride, the lot was full because of MY guests for MY wedding... but he just wasn't having it. He insisted that I park in the alternate lot. Finally, as a last minute thought, I flashed him my handicap pass and raised my eyebrows - to which he immediately ushered me to a handicapped spot right by the door. Being a cripple even has its perks in dream land.

So I got into the church, and it seemed more like a concert hall. It was PACKED, and everyone was dressed to the nines. I found my room and set all my stuff down -- my mom and sister and all my bridesmaids were buzzing around the room but didn't seem to notice that I had arrived. I sat down in front of the mirror and started brushing my hair, only to hear the pastor banging on the door, yelling that IT WAS TIME, IF YOU DON'T COME NOW WE CAN'T DO THIS. He literally came in and pulled me out by the arm. I kept screaming "but I don't have any make up on!" He didn't care at all. In a pew near the aisle I saw my friend Marissa, who was coloring a Sunday School coloring sheet with colored pencils. I grabbed the pencils out of her hand and ran up to the window, where I proceeded to color in my eyebrows and attempted to line my eyes.

I got up to the altar and Jake had dyed his hair black. He was in a very Adam Lambert-esque suit, kind of metallic silver and purple. He still looked good though :) I looked down at myself and saw that my dress had changed to a slutty black cocktail dress. I was so confused. When the ceremony was done, Jake and I left the sanctuary to a choreographed number and my mom yelled at me because she thought my dress "showed too much for being in church." I woke up and just laughed... nervously. Why am I obsessing? I still have five months!

I've finally broken down and started watching Say Yes to the Dress. Love it. LOVE IT. I find myself extra critical of other brides, and extra confident in my choice of dress. I can't wait until it gets here in June and I can try it on again. I just know I will love it.

Yesterday Jen and I went to David's Bridal to find her Bridesmaid dress, and there was this slightly older woman who was trying on bridal gowns in the room next to us. She had brought her own shoes - which were platform hot pink heels with huge gemstone flowers over the toe. All the David's Bridal girls were just oggling over the shoes : "Ohhhhh wooooooow. What great shoes! I just love them! Where ever did you find those?!" I just sat there and caught myself snarling... they were hideous stripper shoes. I listened to the description that the woman was giving of her wedding plans... she said that her fiance had found a real cheap zoot suit online and the morning of the wedding she was going to get her hair "Marylin-ed," obviously aiming for an on Hollywood theme. I think themes are ok - as long as you use them as a guideline. When you take it to that level - and you look like you're in a Halloween costume instead of a wedding dress - well that's just stupid. Anyone agree?

I felt sorry for her because all of the attendants were obviously lying to her... and I just knew that she would be the conversation topic in the lunch room. Not to be ridiculous, but I hope no one is secretly thinking of my plans like that. If you are, I'm sure if I want you to tell me or not. I'll get back to you on that.

I'm now officially done with my work at CAMP and Cosi. While I'm kind of sad to be leaving CAMP and all of the wonderful people there, I couldn't celebrate the end of the Cosi era. I don't know what happened in my mind, but ever since January my attitude has been in a steady decline. It just got to a point where every waking moment I was thinking about how bitter working there made me, and how taken advantage of I felt... and it was just a toxic experience. I think everyone sensed it too... so although I might have been a good worker, I'm sure they are glad to be rid of me and my smart ass comments. Oh well, two and a half years were enough.

So this past week I've been spending my time relaxing and unwinding. Jake and Kylee came up and we went out to eat, watched Avatar (awesome!) and worked on Jake's job search -- which is becoming more and more promising by the day! I still don't know what will happen, but I feel like each day that passes is just bringing us one day closer to the big move to NC. And I went to a career advising appointment this week, where I got a lot of good advice. Hopefully with those tips, I'll be able to find something temporary that will get me some experience or at least buy time to figure out what I want to do next. Adulthood is so overrated so far.

Next week I'll be going to NY to spend a few days with my sister and her kids. My nephew Colton will be one next weekend... I can't believe that a year ago I was hurrying home from the UK to see him as a new born. He is so loving and cuddly - I just adore him and know that he will be a beautiful person one day.

Tonight I'll be packing... which is one of the most stressful things ever. This time around I invested in about 10 large rubbermaid crates to pack in... instead of unstable banana boxes and jankity cardboard boxes. I think it will make moving easier and more organized. I've been trying to declutter lately - been giving alot of stuff to friends and even donating boxes full of junk to Goodwill. I look around and think, "oh yea... this will take no time." But I know it will be hard... it always is. Always. Moving just sucks a dick.

I finally broke down and started watching Glee the other day... LOVE IT! It's so corny and terrible that it just makes me feel happy. I always used to make fun of people who were obsessed with musicals, but I'm slowly finding out that I'm one of them. And I think that's ok.

RACHAEL- Have fun in Paris! Eat some brie and a macaroon for me!

JEN - pack your sunscreen and your mosquito net, and give Kofi lots of kisses!

DARREN- knock 'em dead in that interview!

Well, that's about all I have for now. I'm sure I'll be back in a week or two to bore you all with pointless comments from my daily experiences.