I get to leave work right after my Josh Groban cd finishes saving to my computer, which should be in a couple minutes. I’m super excited. I get to go home and chill out with my new guitar and try to play it. That should be fun, embarrassing and entertaining all at the same time. I’m looking forward to it. Plus I taped John Mayer on Conan O Brien last night so I need to watch that. Yay! Hmm… I should probably go to the store and buy some low fat, low carb goodies for tonights non-new-years festivities at my house. Yea that’ll be good.

I’ve come down with “john mayer disease”. I can’t stop talking, thinking and writing about the poor guy. This should really stop. I’m afraid that only way to be cured is to meet the guy and have the bubble personally burst by Mr. JM himself. Some magazine in New York wrote a blurb about how he bought a loft in SoHo and they gave his exact address. Everybody on the message boards were talking about it saying that it was wrong of them to post his address, ’cause now all the crazies will know where he lives. So of course being a “crazie” myself, I know the address and it just so happens that mi familia and I are planning a trip to the big apple in May, so of course I was trying to find all the hotels that are close to where he lives. hehe. Which is crazy yes, but you never know. I mean he’ll probably be on tour then or something, but it would be cool to just be walking down the street and bump into him. *dreamy sigh* They played his appearance on Saturday Night Live again this past Saturday, so I tivo’d it.

So let’s see. As would be expected I’d rather not be here right now. No I’d rather be at home in bed watching tv or something. Yep. So this is my futile attempt at trying to make the time fly by. This entry wouldn’t be complete without a rant about my brain dead coworker. She’s so annoying. I don’t think I’ve gone a day (when she’s here) without saying “god, I hate this woman” and then saying “okay, okay, hate is too strong a word, but it’s really freaking close” and then saying “I gotta get out of here”

That’s it! I’m SOOO going on the Dale Jr cruise next year. I went to Junior’s website to check it out and see if he updated his message of the week and he did, talked about his xmas, what he got, blah, blah, blah and then I went to check out the photo gallery. They had a bunch of photos from the cruise from this year and dude, oh my god, it’s soo funny. They had these “beach games” thingys with everybody from the ship, everybody was in a bathing suit and I didn’t see one person that would make me roll my eyes and feel crappy about my body, all of the women were “real women” if you know what I mean, so now I’m SUPER stoked about going next year. I don’t know why exactly but I dunno. From looking at those pictures I’m just not afraid of anything now. I just know where I’d be when they’re doing those “beach games”, standing on the sidelines, wearing jeans, a shirt and sunglasses, with a fruity drink in hand, laughing at all the dorks who decided to make fools of themselves in front of my future husband. haha.

Of course the minute that I thought that I had dodged getting sick at xmas time for the first time in years I come down with a cold three days later. The day before we left for la la land, my throat started to hurt and then the next day I was a full blown sickie. Completely not fun. So I was sick through xmas and am now feeling 90% like a normal functioning human being. Xmas was cool. The cookies got tons of toys as usual. My gifts were the slow acting type this year because they didn’t have anything to do with Power Rangers, so the kids didn’t appreciate them until two days after they opened them. I got a new Swatch watch from me sister, plus a $50 gift certificate to Best Buy and “lip butters”. My mom got me an acoustic guitar, which I still haven’t opened and played around with yet but I will soon I promise. I gotta get the Lisa Loeb sheet music for “tails”, there’s this song called “sandalwood” that I wanna learn, really, really, really, badly.

Ok, I’m outtie… Gotta go buy “the Darkness” yay!!

“When you meet that perfect someone, all you do is screw day and night. I don’t mean to sound like a horny toad, but that’s the truth. Let’s just hope I don’t meet that perfect someone for a while, because then all I wanna do is sit around with Tivo, some ice cream, and just screw. …and I won’t be playing music for you guys.” - John Mayer

See.. I’m becoming a John Mayer fan, I’m posting quotes. I love reading all of his quotes. Especially this one because this is what we’re going to be doing when we find each other damnit. Yep, so that sounded completely psycho stalkerish, but not really, because even if the guy for me isn’t John Mayer, the guy that I do end up with will want to do those exact same things, So it’s cool.

Why is it that I’m the one who ’supposedly’ knows where everything is in this freaking office? It’s like yes, so I ordered some stuff a couple times, that doesn’t make me office manager person. If it’s not in my job description then I don’t do it and I don’t care.

I have this really great way of turning nothing into something in my head. Like there’s this guy who works in my department. He has a girlfriend and frankly I’m not even sure if I’ve made my mind up about him. I mean he’s nice to me and all, at first I wasn’t sure what his disposition was, but I’m pretty sure now that he means well in everything. He has a degree in journalism and uses really big words whenever possible. He kind of has that know-it-all feel to him but he’s not a complete ass. Anyway, he has longish hair and he’s tall and I dunno. He’s kinda cute. Anyway lately he’s taken to calling me “kiddo” and making sure to say “hi” to me when he comes anywhere near my cube. I suppose it’s not off, hence the “making something out of nothing” beginning to this little diatribe. There’s just something more to it. I dunno. Like today, he came up to talk to psycho idiot peson I don’t like, and her cube is in front of mine., so he didn’t have to pass by me, but he did and he like grabbed my chair and shook it (with me in it) and said “hi” or something. so it’s all very circumstantial.

But back to the person I hate. Why is it that at every job I have there HAS to be someone who has to say everything emotion or feeling that comes into their head??? She’s constantly saying stuff like “I’m sooo hungry” or “it’s soooo cold in here” Like duh. it’s always fucking cold in here. We established that like months and months ago.

Okay… daydream time:
I’m sitting in my office at The Playground putting together the agenda for tomorrows staff meeting. Suddenly the phone rings and it’s the booking agent for John Mayer confirming that The Playground will be the fifth date on his upcoming club tour.

Now that’s a good one. hehe

idiots, idiots, idiots.

Some people are just that. Idiots. Like this woman at work. She couldn’t find her way out of a paper bag. Even if you gave her a map! She’s fucking clueless. My favorite days are the days when she’s not here.

I just have to say that indie songs have THE best titles. Great, great stuff. Just listen to Radio@Netscape, New Indie or Indie Rock channels and they have the coolest song & album titles, and really good music too!

Okay, daydream time. I’m in London with my longtime boyfriend, who is a tall super cool, funny, sweet, intelligent, relaxed and adventuresome yet reserved kinda guy. We’re on vacation checking out Europe for the first time for both of us together. (fucking A! I hate this woman, she can’t figure out anything for herself even AFTER I’ve showed her how to do fifty fucking times, calm down, calm, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5..) So anyway, we’re in France, looking for Saint-Hilaire anything so that I can take a picture of myself next to a sign that says “hilaire” so I can be like, this is where my name came from, blah, blah, blah. We’ve rented a car and we’re tooling around the country, checking things out. So I’m sitting there thinking oh my god, this is so much fun, I am so happy to be here. *sigh*

This just needs to happen…. yep… that’d be so good.