Saphhous

Done!

I got my tattoo colored yesterday, by Ben at Tattoo Charlie's. It took about an hour, cost $120, and hurt sometimes. That's all. Bye.

Chop-chop

Just a quick entry here ... I'm ahead at Snitch and I don't want to screw it up. The new zip system involves me splitting the stack into quarters, three of which are for me, one per day Wed.-Fri. I'm almost finished with Thursday's.

So I am going to get my tattoo finished on Friday. It'll cost me probably around $100, but I've waited so long to get it finished ... I'm kinda nervous though. It's been so long since I've been under the needle, so to speak. At least E will be with me. Which is good on several levels, actually.

We're also house-sitting this weekend. We talked about having a party, but then I remembered three things: 1.) I don't like people. 2.) I don't like parties (probably due to number 1). 3.) I like to sleep, and that's hard to do if a bunch of drunks are running around on your 92-acre, heavily wooded farm.

My idea for the Saturday/Sunday house sitting extravaganza: Get there Saturday early afternoon, swim, grill, swim ... Oh, wait, I never got much further than that. Well, maybe I did, and maybe I'm just not writing about it here. *winks*

Alright. Good enough. More zips!

Happy Sunday!

I say that in the 11C way — reminiscent of that time Neal asked Adam and I "what the occasion" was, we giggled and said, "Happy Monday!" It was a spectacular weekend. Friday E and I saw The Bourne Supremacy, which was very good. Saturday we ate ice cream, went to Kart Kountry, watched movies. I think. Yesterday was more ice cream and more movies. And other fun.

I've decided maybe I shouldn't sell the Saturn once it's paid off. I think I might keep it and do some modifications that E and I talked about — adding rear-wheel drive, a 5.0L engine and Lamborghini-style doors, for starters. For the record, my Saturn looks like this, only without those ugly-ass rims. How pimp would it be? And a body kit, of course. So it would look kinda like this from the front ... or this.

It's come to my attention that I have a serious problem. A grammar problem. Well, I don't have the problem, but other people do. And I have a problem with correcting them. At McDonald's the other night, the paper on the tray said something about "your favorite breakfast tastes in a warm ..." I have a problem with that. There should be a comma after tastes. Why? Because "tastes" is a verb, but here it is functioning as a noun. That causes it to read funny. At least to me, because I'm expecting "like" to follow "tastes," or something of that nature. Plus, "tastes" ended the line, which made the missing comma more important. Anyone agree?

And a last point ... apparently — I haven't heard the whole story yet, there was just a note on my computer telling me this — I was talking in my sleep last night. Granted, it's happened several times in the past, and it's always funny, if someone remembers what I said.

E did.

The message on my computer read:

Tracy says in her sleep, "I always stole those big-ass nasty guns."

How cute am I? Hah. Okay, bye.

Welcome, weekend

Alright, alright. I knew my list from the other day was too short to be true. I also want this, which also means I need to get an AirPort card. Damn. I can get a refub one for $80, Express for $119 and the mini iPod for $250. ... must ... work ... harder ...

My new title at Snitch is "Online Editor," which is pretty cool, if I do say so myself. Which I just did. We had a Web meeting yesterday to talk about the new site that's being put together by an outside company, and we've been discussing the possibility of me remaining in charge of the site after I leave. I'd love it — and it would look great on my resume.

So, I'm not working very hard this morning. It's Friday. I don't work hard here on Fridays. I work hard at Snitch, because the sooner I'm finished, the sooner I can leave. At AM today, I'm working the register and eating Chocolate Chocolate Chip cheesecake. Mmmmmm.

I'm kinda tired; I went to sleep around ... midnight-ish, I think. But I'm not too sure. I was almost asleep when E left to go work on his friend's computer. Last night was good stuff. Yeah, real good.

My plans for the weekend include: finding somewhere to have my tattoo colored next weekend, finishing the AM Balloon Festival mailer (so I can have my $125) ... sleeping ... And lots of time with my boy.

Speaking of ... Comair may start calling applicants today — my step-dad's been hyping up E, who's one of three applicants for one currently open position, one getting ready to be open, and there may be a third opening soon. So right now it looks pretty good. I'm anxiously awaiting a phone call from E saying they called for an interview. I'll keep my fingers crossed.

The job will probably mean E and I won't get to spend as much time together, but it'll even out in the end. He'll still have two off days, and when I go back to school, he'll have the ability to come see me whenever. So instead of seeing him non-stop for the next six weeks and maybe once a month till break, I'll see him on a more regular basis year-round. I can handle that. Plus, we'll both have flight benefits and we'll be able to travel.

Guess I'll dome up these banana cakes. Later.

Catwoman

So, Catwoman wasn't nearly as bad as I expected. Granted, I wish I was Catwoman, so that probably makes me biased. However, if you're interested in staring at Halle Berry's ass for 90 minutes, it's worth the money. The number of ass-shots in that movie was amazing.

I had my first Steak n Shake "Steakburger" yesterday. I don't know why I never had one in the pre-vegetarian days, but the one I had last night was quite tasty.

E's roommate had her baby at midnight last night, and at 4 a.m. her parents (who also live in the house) called to ask if he would come pick them up. I had been asleep since midnight, but I agreed to tag along, just so E wouldn't be lonely. (And so I wouldn't.) I got back 15 minutes before I had to wake up for work, but I set the alarm for 30 because I knew I could still get ready in time. The alarm went off, I sat up, changed my mind, and went back to sleep till 7 a.m. However, that shortens my time at AM, which is both good and bad.

So either beginning today or next week, I have a "real" title at Snitch. I've been listed in the "contributors" section since I've worked there, along with the columnists and some other people. But I decided the other day I did a lot more than that nowadays, and I wanted proof. So Des promised to make up a title for me. I can't think of one that's appropriate, but I do so much more than just write Zips. I put up all the Web content, layout, proof, write ... More on that when I actually know what my new made-up title is.

And to Z, in case you pass this way soon, thank you for the comments. You know I always heed your advice; or at least consider it before deciding it's bullshit. I promise not to do anything unusually stupid — and remember, Moscow is next year.

And props to you for starting the single-initial identification system.

A quick list of things I want for school/my birthday, so I don't forget:

• A stool


• An easel


• mini-iPod


• New coffee pot

Fair.

E and I went and saw Mallory at the pageant last night. She was runner-up, which we all thought was terrific. I think every other girl in it had done it at least once before. And I have an idea of why the other girl won, too, but that's just small-town politics. I thought Mal did very, very well. She knows how to walk in heels, and she can smile for hours.

So, as if I hadn't received enough free stuff in the past week already, I scored an advance screening pass for Catwoman tonight. Should be pretty shitty. Oh well. It's free. And I get to know it's shitty before most people.

I did something kinda stupid yesterday, which upset E to some degree, and I regret it. I don't like regret. It frustrates me. That's when I realize I actually did something wrong. And then I get mad at myself and there's no way to fix it, I guess.

And somehow, this all brings me around to one question: If you were told you could have anything in the world, what would your decision be at this very moment?

(Mine, so no one thinks I changed it, would be an apartment in Boston and a job there for E. I consider that a single entity, because it's a package deal. Maybe I should rephrase that to "living in Boston," which includes both an apartment and E.)

Another one?

Foggy windows. Air whistling above my ear. A nearly empty pack of cigarettes, and coffee too hot to even pick up. Oh, Monday.

In other fun news, I had a great weekend. Friday I didn't do much, but Saturday I was out underwear shopping when a friend called and offered me two tickets, for free, to the Incubus concert in Lexington Saturday night. I, of course, accepted. It was a good show. Incubus played for nearly an hour and a half. Got home around midnight, fell asleep on the way and as soon as I walked in the house; was woken up at 4 a.m. and stayed up till 6.

Left E's application for Comair, the company my step-dad works for, at the house so it can be dropped off today. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Yesterday I woke up around 11 a.m., and suddenly wanted to see Anchorman. I have no idea why it struck me at that time, but then my dad called at noon, and I said something to him about it, at which point E mumbled something about it. Then I went back to sleep till almost 2 p.m., got cleaned up and went. I liked it. Pretty funny. Increased my dislike for TV "journalists" only slightly. If they're that funny, they can't be all that bad ...

I remarked recently I was beginning to feel like I lived in Derry, Maine, not Taylorsville, Ky.The person I was with at the time didn't get the reference, and it was too much trouble to really explain. Any Stephen King fan would easily get the idea, or anyone who's seen pretty much any of the movies based on his books. The point was, people in Taylorsville have been dying at a pretty quick rate. I can't even keep track anymore. Saturday, a girl I graduated with and her father were out on a dune buggy. The buggy flipped, the girl climbed out but couldn't get her father out. She stood there screaming, but her family thought she was just girlishly shrieking because she was having a good time. Her father died. At least five kids from my school died this year — in all the other years past I remember no more than one or two. I think I need to get out of here.

Hmmmm ... anything else? Not for now, I guess.

Goals.

What I want from today:

• Air conditioning and reports at Snitch


• Half the zips written


• Lunch with my boy


• New shoes and undies


• Tequilla


• Sleep

Will update later with status of wanted items. Victoria's Secret has a bunch of pretty new colors, so I guess I'll go out there today or tomorrow. I haven't bought new undies since school let out, mostly because I owned all the good colors already.

I went to a baseball game last night. It was fun. We also rode the merry-go-round and ate pizza. I don't feel like working today, which is bad because I have a lot to do. But it's Friday! No work. Play.

Oops.

So, I meant to write this post yesterday, but some, ah, stuff came up.

Tuesday night my part of Kentucky got hit by hurricane-strength winds. And hail. It was crazy. So yesterday, on my way home, I drove past a cemitary near my house. There's an embankment of a couple feet, raising the cemetary above the road. All along the road were flowers ... Bunches of plastic flowers that had been placed on graves were laying all along the roadside, lining it. It was a Kodak moment if I ever saw one, and if it's still like that today I'm going to stop and take pictures. Yesterday I was so mesmirized by it I didn't think about stopping.

I had a good day yesterday ... Snitch was without electricity, so I stayed at AM a little later than usual, then went out, bought some clothes, bought a surprise for E (it's okay, he's already seen it), went home. Gave E his surprise, he took me to dinner ... then I fell asleep. I slept in the car for about 15 minutes, then another 15 in the car after we left Blockbuster, then from 9:30-11:30, then 1:30-6 a.m. Lots of sleep. And my apologies to E for being such bad company.

Tonight we're going to a Louisville Bats baseball game. It should be cute. Then tomorrow is Friday, and it appears I've had a pretty good week. And next week my boss is out of town, which makes this place much less stressful.

Look, an entry!

First of all, yeah, Nextel.

I had a fantastic, super-rific weekend. It was, of course, spent with E. We pretty much holed ourselves up in his room all weekend, watching movies and being cute.

Friday night we went to the Olive Garden, because E had never been. Saturday we went running around, and I had Chik-fil-A for lunch. (More on that in a minute.) I also found Christopher Rick's new book at B&N, but I don't like to pay $27 for a book, especially one written like a text book. I'll read it eventually though. Sunday was the Snitch company picnic, which was fun except it was over 90 degrees and really humid. And the boat cruise was cancelled, which I was really looking forward to.

So, things of note from the weekend. I've decided to give up being a vegetarian. Yep, you heard it right. After five years, I'm giving it up. I never had a very solid reason for it anyways, so I figure I might as well just eat whatever I want. Like the turkey sam'ich I had yesterday. For the record, I remember turkey being much better than it was yesterday. I'm going to hope it just wasn't good turkey.

And ... hmmm ... I guess this isn't really, really important information for anyone who reads this, but I realized a few days ago that I was completely head-over-heels in love with E. And last night he told me he was in love with me — I didn't believe what I had just heard, and I keep replaying it in my head. I don't remember the last time I felt this happy, and I don't think I've ever felt quite like this before. Sure, there were a few times that were close, but nothing like this. He looks at me and my pulse speeds up and my breath catches and I forget about everything else. It doesn't matter if we're in the car, laying in bed, or hanging out with friends — that look pauses everything.

Anyways ... I guess that's enough of that. I'm just so ecstatic I can't keep it to myself.

I have another cool project at Adam Matthews — the job is finally starting to shape up the way I wanted. Snitch has evened out, and although my job is changing a little, it's not going to be quite as hectic, I think. The weather in Kentucky sucks. Rain nearly every day, which makes the temperature drop for about an hour before it's hot again — and more humid. I could go the rest of my life without ever seeing 90 degrees again. Blech.

Fancing seeing you here.

Hello Friday. Good seeing you again.

I don't know if it's a real problem or not, but lately I've been getting very tired, to the point of dozing off where ever I am, at random times and for short, 10-15 minute intervals. It's like narcolepsy, only not that bad. It's happened several times in the car and I've almost fallen asleep. It happened at Snitch today, too. I was laying out the zips for our San Diego edition, and I was supposed to be finding the zip code with the most robberies. I was good for the first page, but while reading the second and third ones, I zoned out and didn't read a damn thing. I snapped back to after my grandma IM'd me, and realized I had no idea what I was doing. It's was bewildering.

I guess I could sleep more, but eight hours of sleep during the week would mean going to bed at 10 p.m. ... which is a mere four hours after I usually get in. I don't think so. I'm a teenager and it's summer, damnit.

Anyways. Work is alright, I have some cool projects for Adam Matthews I'm working on. Snitch is fun like always; I now have more help writing zips, and with the Web site, which is good because doing both by myself is hard. And I'm doing more layout. I did 3/4 of San Diego (so if anyone lives out there, go pick it up) today, but then I was like, it's Friday, I'm ready to get the hell out of here. So I did.

And now I'm home and E's here, so this is the end.

Type.

Good story here. We were admiring this same font family at Snitch recently.

Fantastic.

Eric just came by work to surprise me ... I saw him pull in and I grinned like a damn fool, but then I walked out of the room and tried to pretend like I hadn't seen him yet.

We went to lunch; he hung out around here for a while ... I'm not really sure how I landed this one, but I'm very glad I did.

That's all.

I love America.

Okay, so that's not really true. But Independence Day meant a long weekend ...

So, thank you, inventor of long weekends. It's been a good one. I'm at E's right now, waiting for him to get a shower and such. I've been here pretty much all weekend, with a daily trip back to my house to get cleaned up.

Saturday I had breakfast in bed, which was terrific. Not often do people make me breakfast and bring it to me, all while I'm lounging around half asleep in bed. Good times, good times.

Sunday night was a party with some mutual friends of mine and E's, which was rather uneventful. We left early, around 12:30 a.m., and went back to his house for a party of our own. Fantastic.

Retrospective

I woke up this morning feeling pretty neutral towards the day. I worked at Adam Matthew's all day, but I figured it's Friday, so it evened out. The Friday before a long weekend, even.

The day has, in fact, been better than I expected. I just got in from work, and I'm in Friday night mode. The one where I feel really hyper and I want to get dressed up and go out. Which, as soon as I'm finished writing this, I will do.

Last night Z called to tell me bye before he left for Argentina. I haven't talked to him in a while, for reasons not stated to me but for ones I believe I know. And understand, but dislike. It put me into a bit of a funk, because there are so many things I wanted to say, but I said none of them — I couldn't believe he called, and I didn't want to jeopardize it. Strange how sometimes my courage, usually strong and resilient, breaks down.

But Z, if and when you read this, please be careful. I know it's Argentina, not Iraq or something, but it's still far away and dangerous. And you know I worry.

Hm. Seems I had other things to write about, but I'm so hyper I can't think of them. So I guess this is good enough. Likely I won't be posting for the rest of the weekend — I'd wish everyone a happy holiday, but I don't like this one particularly, so I'm going to refrain. Just enjoy the weekend, especially if you're fortunate to have Monday off too.

Ugh.

Well, I"m here at Snitch. This guy was supposed to take half the zips but he only took a quarter, which is bad because I'm not working tomorrow. However, the row I was going to do today is finished already, so I still have lots of time to work on the other column. (Which is the one I really wish this guy would have taken.)

I'm tired. Working sucks. And my office-mate is in here today, and he is being bitchy and obnoxious. He has this crappy trance station on, keeps shouting on the phone, and was just whistling. Ow, my brain hurts.

Tomorrow is Friday. If it wasn't, there's no telling what I'd do. I'm tired and cranky and I just want it to be the weekend. The long weekend. Splend-tastic.

Okay, back to zippies. Hey, if anyone wants to read them, we put up one from each zipcode (out of 2-8), and you can read those here.