So this weekend countouttheday and her boy came out to California, because he's gotten into a top grad program out here and they are probably going to be moving from New York to here in the fall. She sent me an email on Wednesday night about this fact and maybe making plans for Saturday. I was thrilled. Jeremy, unfortunately had agreed to close Saturday night for someone (usually it is his day off). On Friday he managed to get out of it and we met up with them in the city at about 1... and walked around for about 4 hours. My brother ended up being in the city as well but our timing was off. Which didn't matter much since we all hit it off really well (she and I had hung out in New York about a year and a half ago but the boys hadn't met anyone other than their SO). We headed back to Palo Alto where they were staying, Jeremy and I booked ourselves a room in the same hotel and we had delicious food and alcohol. It was about 3AM by the time we went to bed and I woke up with a little bit of a hangover and slightly more suffering from lack of sleep (I always wake up ridiculously early in the morning if I drink the night before). We almost made them late for their plane, because I mixed up my freeways a little, but it worked out alright in the end as they made it in the nick of time, only to have their plane delayed anyway. In conclusion I am so happy that they are moving out here. We both are.

After dropping them off, we hung out for a few hours in the city with Jeremy's best friend and his fiance, at their place. I feel I was a poor guest (mostly hiding my face in Jeremy's shoulder) but they had also had a late night. We finally left there for my mother's boyfriend's mother's wake at the House of Prime Rib at about 3:20 and found parking and arrived just about exactly on time. Hilariously, some people (including my sister) showed up who had said they weren't going to, so Jeremy and I got seated separately. Basically we had a really nice dinner, with great service, on Dan. We could hear each other and didn't have to deal with awkwardness. It was awesome. I seriously recommend the place if you are looking for a nice place and eat red meat (although apparently they do have seafood and chicken options if you ask). Slightly less awesome is the fact that my left ankle (which is weak since I have sprained it a few times over the years) is all swollen from so much walking and the other is also a little stiff. I've been rubbing stuff on it and it seems to be helping, but I'm definitely going to be avoiding unnecessary walking for a little bit while it recovers.

On the cat front, Cupcake seems not to be too bothered by the newcomer, only occasionally hissing/growling at her until she retreats a little. The radius she insists upon seems to be shrinking though. I have hopes that they can maybe work it out. In which case we need a name for the darling. Kyle has suggested both Pontoof(?) and Yoshimi. The first Tatiana has plans for, and the second has long been sainfoin_fields' theoretical cat. I jokingly said we should name her Salem (after the cat in Sabrina the Teenage witch) but no one laughed. Jeremy suggested Anastasia, which I like well enough but I am not sold. Perhaps we could call her Arya, but she seems too mellow for the most part. She is long and black.

( We watched BSG 4x1 when it aired on Friday[spoilers ahead] )


Jeremy and I wanted to go down to Southern California next week, and he got the time off approved, but I couldn't (am irritated because I mainly feel like my bosses are just being bitchy). So maybe the week before my birthday. I really need some time off and we really need to visit family.

Also I went to the dentist today.

Dear Borders,

Your being a terrible company who treats their employees like shit is totally not appreciated.

Sincerely,
Employee's Significant Other



Dear Mother,

Right around your birthday is not the time to make me angry with you. It encourages me to not get you nice presents and to make you feel old.

Love,
Your Child With Money



Dear Bra,

Stop trying to cut my boobs in half.

Thanks,
Your Wearer




Dear Dr. Riddle,

I totally appreciate that you are doing something you could rightly ask me to do, but could you be slightly less weird and sleazy about it?

Yours Truly,
That Cute Administrative Assistant You Are Always Weirdly Flirtatious With




Dear Self,

I know your OCD impulses make you want to spend all day adding books on goodreads.com, but please get back to work and stop undoing all the progress you've made this week as far as being on top of things at work.

-Yourself

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You would rather...

You would rather...

It is Friday at last (less than 5 hours until the weekend) and I would like to accomplish the following things this weekend:
1) Finding and purchasing leather pants for my Faith Halloween Costume.
2) Getting caught up on the laundry at last.
3) Doing enough research for my writing sample to determine if my author based arguments are feasible.
4) Actually starting to write for my writing sample.


My mother suggested having dinner together tonight and I am trying to call her and tell her that she is welcome to come over but she is not answering either of her cell phones or her work number.


I am trying to write Wes/Faith fic but it is not working. Perhaps, after I acquire those pants, I will make J role play with me for inspiration.


Last night, we were walking back from NBC comedy watching at sophia_helix and actoplasm's. The cat was waiting on the ledge by the door because she had refused to come in when we were leaving. Upon seeing us she chirped and jumped down in front of the door. But then the much larger white cat from upstairs (who had obviously been waiting for her to come down, fatass) attacked her. It's owner opened his door (probably because I was screaming at the cats) and the attacker took off but he didn't say anything (like maybe: sorry my cat was stalking yours). My poor baby ran inside and J pet her and fed her and gave her treats until her tail stopped being puffed up, but now I fear I have to worry about letting her outside when we are planning on going anywhere because it is clearly not safe for my compact cat in the wilds of our apartment complex.


Also hello and welcome to new friends: vonnie_k, etrangere and unanon.

1) 2 Weeks and 3 Days Until my GRE Subject Test for Literature in English.  I am in no way prepared.  Please ask me more questions.

2) I am not stalking Alan Rickman and Eliza Dushku; because, hey I really don't need to make an ass of myself in front of famous people I am actually impressed by. Also: work.

3) My sister has named her new kitten Mr. Ernest Worthing... no one said we weren't a nerdy family (Just be glad that that we didn't go with Ziggy Stardust or Buddy Holly or Biggie Smalls or any of the other ideas that were popular).

4) This weekend my cousin Rachel got married.  My cousin Matt was a bridesmaid... he also caught the bouquet.

5)I have pretty pretty nails (pink and whites and shiny light pink on the toes with white flowers and purple rhinestones). They make me feel... classy.

6) Possibly I never mentioned ( how pretty my undergraduate school is. ) That's a fairly accurate representation of the school's buildings and grounds... not just the one perfect view or something.

1) An annoying thing about being at work as opposed to in school: Work never gets out early.

2) Everyone at my office has BABIEZ. It is sort of disturbing.

3) OMG REGINA Tonight! YAY times a million!

4) Today I cleaned up my desk AND did the travel reimbursement forms that I have been putting off for ages.

5) My sister, whom I bought a ticket to tonight's show for months ago, is in Ashland, as she has seemingly forgotten about Regina Spektor somehow.

6) This week I sort of remembered how much I love Ani Difranco. Which is a whole lot.

7) Oh yeah. REGINA FUCKING SPEKTOR bitches. That's right. You are jealous.

My grandmother brought me back presents from Israel including this necklace with twelve little stones on it which represents the twelve tribes of Israel and/or the twelve Zodiac signs.

It is awesome.

Even more awesome is the fact that as Cohans (on my grandmother's side at least) we are apparently Levites which is supposedly the second/green/Taurus one. So I am represented by the same stone either way.

1)Either lying around on the living room floor with Davis until 4:30 in the morning is a habit I need to kick... or it's a totally viable lifestyle. I am not sure which.

2)Dear Firefox, stop trying to guess what I am going to say... it's extremely annoying.

3) I feel a friends-cut coming on. That is the nature of participating in friending frenzies... you add some people that you totally clivk with, but also some that you totally don't.

4)Does anyone else totally get choked up and cry or want to cry every single time they listen to "does he love you?" or is it just me?


ETA:

a) I just spent $32 dollars on cakes for mom's birthday
b) I also just faxed over the form that i had not known I needed to say "yes, I want to graduate."