I wore my new pink Jackie O suit to the Leader’s open house yesterday. It’s so very pretty :-) I’ll see if I can take a picture at some point to share it with you all. It’s just lovely, and it screams “Easter Sunday Mass!”

My NYC bridal magazine still has not sent my W-2. I’m getting my taxes done Wednesday, an appointment I’ve moved TWICE because of these people (http://www.weddingdresses.com). I have no idea what the hell their problem is. Don’t they know that federal law requires them to have these sent out by Jan. 31? Damnit, I’m getting mad. I don’t like to be jerked around like this. Get your asses in gear!

My dad gets into town next Thursday. He’ll be here over the weekend, at which point I’m sure he’ll do a handful of home improvement projects around my house. Yeah, Dave!

My car has approximately 2 cups of salt and sand rolling around the floor. At some point, I need to vacuum it all up. It looks so gross.

I found my prep book for the Miller Analogies Test (MAT), which I took to get into graduate school last year. I’m done with the book (obviously). Does anyone need a copy? If not, I’m going to sell it on eBay.

No big plans for the weekend. I’d like to do a little work in my yard, cleaning away leaves and the like, but I doubt that’ll happen. I’ve never had motivation for yard work. It’s the inside of my house that I love to care for :-)

Happy Friday.

I can’t quite make sense of this snow. I couldn’t make it up my driveway last night, and had to park in the street. No, it’s not a big deal. But, it’s March already. Let’s end winter already, OK?

I’m getting excited about my trip to see my sister in L.A. I’m headed west in mid-May. On our schedule, including trips to the beach and some fabulous shopping, is a taping of The Ellen Degeneres Show! That should be fun. I’ve never been to a TV taping before. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for some great guests that day, maybe a musical artist who’ll perform live. Then, there’s always the free stuff you can get :-)

I love my iPod. So much.

My hair is getting shaggy. Getting it cut next Tuesday.

Still haven’t done my taxes yet. The New York bridal magazine I wrote for STILL hasn’t sent my W-2, and I can’t file without it. That pisses me off, actually. You’d think a big publishing house like that would be a bit more prompt. Grr…

I discovered online radio through iTunes last night. I was listening to an indie station last night for about two hours. It was awesome. I discovered a lot of new bands just last night. Now, I need to go find their music.

Speaking of music: Death Cab for Cutie with Ben Kweller is one week away! I’m so excited, I could spit.

I’m just getting to bed after two days of near-constant entertainment of the live variety. Saturday night I saw the Stills. FANTASTIC!! Those boys from Canada are so very sweet, and had lovely things to say about Omaha. Their performance was phenomenal, as well. Two thumbs WAY the hell up there.

Tonight, I saw the Wrens. I’m new to this band, but it was, again, an awesome show. The hall wasn’t too packed, which made for an enjoyable experience. Saturday night’s show was overflowing with the Abercrombie crowd, which I could’ve done without, thank you very much.

OK, time for bed. More updates later; promise.

I’ve been sick now for nearly 30 hours. My head is stuffy, my nose is runny and I have a sore throat. I was in my PJs by 3:30 this afternoon, and have been resting ever since. I’m hoping to feel better by the weekend, Monday at the latest.

I could use some of this stuff right about now…

I’ve seen commercial after commercial for “The Passion of the Christ” when it hit me: Jim Caviezel, the man who plays Jesus, strikes an erie resemblance to Jimmy Sheil, a friend of mine from college. You be the judge.

Jim Caviezel

Jimmy Sheil

What the hell? I’ve been up for MORE THAN AN HOUR already. I went to bed shortly before 10 last night and, with no reason at all, awoke around 4 this morning. Again, what the hell? I hope sleep doesn’t hit me as I’m leaving the house this morning for work. Shit.

Today, I’m headed to the airport to buy my tickets to visit my sister in L.A. in May. I love the airport. There’s so many stories floating in and out with every departure and arrival. I’d like to spend an entire day at the airport watching people, then write an article about what I saw and heard. It’d be great.

After a good dinner at McKenna’s, a bunch of us headed over for drinks at the 49’r. Our night was also to include a stop at the Winchester, where our friend, Pat, and his band, Drunken Intentions, were playing.

We got as far as the hallway in the back when we opted to skip the 49’r for the night; we headed over to the Winchester instead. The bar was a bit lame, but Pat’s band sounded awesome! My favorite drink of the night: a Shirley Temple, free of charge because our waitress forgot about it. Woo hoo!

My Web site needs an overhaul. I like the pink and brown theme, not to mention the homepage photo — kudos to Chris Machian on that one. But the design needs some work. It’s too simple, too plain. I want to incorporate graphical navigation, pages that don’t look so flat, a more nifty GUI. However, I don’t want to overwhelm visitors with too much stuff, too many graphics, etc.

I love the homepage photo so much; I’d want to build around that. Pages with clean lines that pop, but don’t scream or shout.

Does that even make sense? I hope so. Time to start looking for ideas.

You just gotta love The Onion at times like these…

Masters In Writing Fails To Create Master Of Writing
PALO ALTO, CA—Despite completing all the requirements for a Masters of Fine Arts in creative writing from Stanford University in January, Jeremy Craig Kessler somehow failed to become a master of creative writing, sources reported Monday. “Mr. Kessler’s short stories, all written in the style of T.C. Boyle, show little more than excellence in spelling and grammar,” said literary agent David Conrad. “Somehow, Kessler advanced to the very highest level of the academic program and has only an average body of work to show for it.” Photocopies of Kessler’s short-story collection can be purchased at jckessler.com.

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