13 posts tagged “fun”
I'm sorry for the lack of interesting updates. Let's see, what has happened since I last blogged? There was the annual Halloween dance that I attended last Thursday. That was fun...but not as fun as last year, because only the people who paid for a $45 4-week Thriller choreography course could perform the Thriller dance this year. I think that is pretty crappy, because besides the expense, the whole fun of the performance last year was learning it, half-forgetting the moves, and then having everything turn into a clusterfuck at the end. Oh well. I still had a good time though. I went as a mainstream punk princess. I wore a Green Day shirt, tights, black boots, gloves with the fingertips cut off, and BLUE HAIR. Looky:
This weekend was probably the best one I've had in a long time. My good friend Tap just bought a house, and invited us all to a housewarming to break in the house. I had the hardest time picking out a gift, but I finally got a spice rack as a serious gift. I wanted to get something really tacky for Tap's yard as a gag gift, like a flamingo or yard gnome. My friend Shashank and I found this at Target and chipped in to get it, because it was so perfect:
Once everyone was awake and we cleaned up, we were wondering what to do. I'd never been to the Alamo or the Riverwalk (I know, I've lived in this state for 15 years. But I haven't done a lot of the touristy things). So even though my friends had already been there multiple times, we went to check it out. (It was funny, on the way there, we passed that exit that I missed several years back when driving through with my dad.) I was not disappointed by the Alamo at all. I thought it was really cool. It is very small though, right smack in the middle of downtown San Antonio.
Hola Voxers. I just haven't felt like writing anything. I dunno why. I don't think it's time for me and this blog to take a break just yet; I've had it for three years, so I've grown quite used to writing in it. It's just my 'hood has become rather quiet as of late. I like reading y'all's posts. Update more.
This weekend was a good one. Last weekend, when I was feeling pretty stressed out and antisocial, I was quite content with spending the whole weekend holed up in my apartment. This weekend I would have gone crazy if I did that, so luckily there was a lot to do. I went out to happy hour with some people from my running group on Friday and watched the UT/Tech game with them on Saturday. Yesterday I saw The Informant! with Jared and Conrad, and went out to Souper!Salad! afterward. Remind me never to go out to that place again. It's glorified dorm food and is nowhere worth the money. Ugh.
Yesterday I went for a long run because I'm trying to get my endurance back up. My endurance is in a sad, sad place right now...I think my problem is more mental because I'm sure I have the physical capacity to run longer and faster than I am. I'm pretty embarrassed at how bad my running is now. I ran for an hour, with a water break in the middle. It was a slow run though...my ankle muscles have been hurting me lately because I think I have the wrong form when I run sprints, and I pulled something. It took a good 20-30 minutes for my muscles to stop hurting and for the endorphins to kick in. I skipped my run today. I dunno if that's good or not.
Sigh. Well, I'm going to take a shower. Sometimes I wonder if I have insomnia because I just cannot get to sleep at a normal time...this weekend I went to bed at 4 for no reason.
I went home this weekend to pick my brother up for the Green Day show. It was a fun weekend - I was able to see my godsister Raquel. She's gotten so big (her fourth birthday is next week). She's at the age where she asks lots of questions, so it was so cute. I was able to see her brothers too. The boys have gotten so big and rambunctious, but they are so much fun. It is impossible not to burst out laughing when I spend time with them.
Today we left for San Antonio to see the Green Day show. We were able to get a hotel fairly close to the stadium. I've never been to a big stadium concert before, so I was a little apprehensive about the logistics of parking and such. But I'm highly impressed - parking was actually EASY. I know. There wasn't even a clusterfuck leaving. I KNOW.
Franz Ferdinand opened for Green Day. I had one of their CDs on my mp3 player so I was familiar with them. They were pretty good, actually. Maybe a little forgettable, but they sounded good and played some of their hits. They only played for thirty minutes, which surprised Pat and me. We waited for another 30 minutes for Green Day to come out. Say what you will about Green Day, but they played a really incredible show! They played for 2.5 hours, and had the most audience participation I've ever seen. They got us standing up because "this isn't a fucking Coldplay show." (LOL). They sounded awesome too, just like they do on the radio. And they played EVERY single one of their hits. I can't think of one they didn't play - "American Idiot," "Holiday," "Boulevard of Broken Dreams," "Basket Case," "Minority," "Brain Stew," "Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)," etc etc. We DEFINITELY got our money's worth. Pat called our mom during "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" and "21 Guns" because those are her favorites.
There's a different energy being up in the stadium seats. We had really good seats, but it's not the same as being down in the pit, where Pat and I are used to. There's just so much ENERGY when you're down in the pit, which is why the Foo Fighters show remains my favorite. There was this one couple with their teenage kid. They were the only ones sitting down, and the kid looked miserable as he sat there with his parents. The parents would look disapprovingly whenever the band members cussed or did something outrageous. One day when I have kids, I won't be a total energy suck like that. I'd encourage my kids to stand up and have fun, because concerts are all about jumping around and acting stupid.
Afterward, we left. I wanted a soda since I was thirsty. All the concession stands were closed, and there weren't any vending machines. So Pat and I stopped by a gas station near our hotel. There was a sign saying there was a 10 minute shift change and the station was closed for a little. We decided to wait, along with a small crowd out there. 10 minutes passed by, and we were still waiting. What was infuriating is the employee inside just walked around very slowly, purposely avoiding us, not caring that we were all waiting. After awhile I started knocking on the window (childish, I know, but I wasn't doing it that loudly.) The clerk chastised me, and I stopped ("Very punk of you there, Jen," my brother teased). We waited another 10 minutes until we found out that they were never opening, and that we could only purchase something from the window. There was about 15 people waiting by then, and we were all pissed! Why couldn't the clerk have told us she wasn't able to open the store when she saw all of us waiting for so long instead of pointedly ignoring us? I can't tell you how frustrating it was. Someone is a bitter angry bitch who hates her life. I went up to the window and said, "THIS ISN'T GOOD CUSTOMER SERVICE" (yeah, I'm sure that made her feel real bad. Riiight). When we walked away, Pat banged on the window. When we got in the car, he said, "Honk the horn," so we did. I am never that childish, but at the time it felt good. Pat said he wasn't pissed, just that he wanted to make noise. Whatever, I was mad.
Afterward I drove to another gas station, but that was closed too! Then I went to a vending machine outside the hotel, but it was out of order. And the guy at the front desk couldn't get me a soda either, even when I offered to pay him for one. UGHHHHHHHH. I finally went back to the hotel, angry and thirsty, but Pat had some ginger ale there that I was able to drink. When I come back for the Metallica show next month, I AM BRINGING AMPLE SODA DRINKS WITH ME.
All in all, awesome night...too bad I have to work tomorrow.
So this weekend was the party that Tap, Conrad, and I hosted. It ended up being so much fun. Tap and Conrad did a live performance of 80s songs during the party - huge props to them because they were awesome! During several songs the audience was allowed to participate.
It's kinda hard to see but I'm the chick with the wavy hair and bandanna who starts singing the first couple of lyrics. I also take over the camera towards the end, so that's me saying stuff like, "How do you turn this off?" and trying to pass the cameraman duties on to my brother.
I was watching The Wedding Singer tonight. I must have seen that movie forty times now but it's one of my favorites. I love it. Thanks to that movie, I can't hear the song "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?" without breaking up in laughter. (I was also watching for inspiration for our 80's theme party two weeks from now.)
So, I've had to work from home the past two afternoons to get my A/C fixed. (I say "work" but it's incredibly hard to work from home without getting distracted...I'm going to take 3 hours or so of sick time just to set things straight. I'm pretty conscientious about charging my time). Now, friends, I am not mechanically inclined. I did not inherit that gift from my dad. If not for my dad, who was an engineer down in the engine room back in his Navy sailor days, I would be completely clueless. I had two different repairmen, the first who was clearly in a big hurry and said I was low on freon...except my unit kept on dripping. My dad said this meant something was wrong with the condenser or compressor, but the maintenance man didn't entertain my questions. "Don't you feel the difference already?" he asked, trying to shut me up. "No," I replied. But the person today took his time. So far the leak has stopped but we'll see. My dad is convinced my A/C unit will go out soon. Hopefully it will happen when Patrick is here next week (hehe), so he can be at home when the repair guy shows up (I dislike having people in my apartment when I'm not here, and try to avoid it as much as I can).
This weekend was really good. I went to a friend's birthday party on Saturday. The introvert in me is always a little unsure about attending parties where I know only one person...but this ended up being a lot of fun. There were cool people there. We are all swing dance nerds, so there was a lot of conversation about dancing...I even got a dance in, lol. I was exchanging numbers with someone at the end, and this really drunk girl spotted us across the room and said, "WOO! Go ::insert guy's name here::, she's hot!" Haha my face was red. Then on Sunday, I ran for 40 minutes in the heat (like around 3 o'clock...I know, I'm crazy) because I'm trying to get acclimated to it. Then I dashed home, cleaned up, and headed to my aunt's and uncle's, who live about 30 minutes away from me. I had a good time and was happy to see them and my adorable twin cousins (who are going to kindergarten this fall. OMG. I remember waiting in the hospital when they were born. When did time pass by so quickly?) Joshua reminds me a lot of my brother and me when we were little. We were pretty energetic kids...I think Joshua would make a good runner when he gets to be a little older. (Maybe that's why my dad took me running all the time...hmm). My new baby cousin, Eliana, is supposed to be born the day after my birthday. I'm pretty excited to meet her. She'll be my...35th cousin? I think? I lost count.
Yesterday was good. I talked to my project manager and received unsolicited feedback...very good! She said I'm doing a really good job, and that I have natural management skills (me? lol). I was really happy to hear that. Then I went for a good run. It was a partner relay...5 x 1.5 lap sprints. It was tough. My partner is a good runner so I didn't want to be lame and slow. The first two intervals I was doing pretty well, hitting 2.5 minutes. But I got kind of tired by the 3rd lap, so after that I slowed down to 2:45 minute intervals.
My mom told me that she found old family friends on Facebook. My mom was good friends with an Italian woman who had three daughters, Jessica, Laurie, and Jennifer. I have such good memories of hanging out at their house in Virginia when I was little, so I was really happy to find them on Facebook. The girls all speak Italian. Three of my Italian aunts, Zia Lucia, Zia Tonia, and Zia Daniela, are on Facebook. And some of my Italian cousins - Diego, Stefania, Sabrina, Antonio, Rossanna, Antonio, Amanda, Tony, and Noemi-are on Facebook (you know how everyone is named "Nick" in My Big Fat Greek Wedding? In my family, it's like that, except with the name Antonio). So that means I really have to crack down on my Italian, because it's embarrassing when my cousin wants to talk to me, and I can't understand what she's saying because she's using some slang version of "What are you doing?" or whatever. I'm the only one in that whole group who doesn't speak it fluently and I'm ashamed of it. It's not my mom's fault because she certainly tried...it's just my lazy self.
Wow, it's already 11. Time to get ready for sleep.
This week went by really fast! Patrick spent the week with me. It was a lot of fun having my brother around for a week. It reminded me how fun it was having a roommate (one you like, at least.) I was able to leave work a little early for two of the days to spend time at home. Real estate is getting nuts so this week I had to play catchup yesterday from the time I'd been taking off to spend time at home with Pat. I don't want to talk about work, so I won't.
On Tuesday was the concert! We got downtown around 3, because I wanted to make sure I had a good parking spot (the concert started at 7:30). Pat was all, "Why do we need to be downtown four hours before the concert starts?" but I figured it'd be better to be downtown before the traffic got congested. We ended up using our time wisely. Pat wanted to see his old campus, so we walked over there because we're badasses. (FYI, Patrick and I would rather walk and get a good workout instead of looking for parking/being stuck in traffic.) Then we walked downtown a little to find a place to eat, including the famous strip in our downtown area that everyone parties at. But we didn't want to eat in a club, so there weren't very many options there. Finally Patrick chose...Pita Pit. "Of all the places to eat downtown, you choose Pita Pit?!" I exclaimed. But Patrick, tired and hungry after walking around 3 hours, was not to be dissuaded out of an empty restuarant. Pita Pit would not have been my first choice. Nothing against Pita Pit - I loved it in college and had it so often that I pretty much burned myself out on it. But I was a good sister and complied with my brother's wishes.
Then we headed to the concert. The first band was Street Dogs. We only caught a bit of them, but I really liked what I heard (and I had no idea the lead singer was from Dropkick Murphys). Then Alkaline Trio performed. They were good but I wasn't a fan of their music, so I was ready for them to be done. Then The Offspring came out. They were actually really good in concert. They played pretty much all their hits, except "Smash" and "Gotta Get Away," which I was hoping they'd play. But they played "Pretty Fly for a White Guy," so I can't complain. We were pretty close to them too. The crowd was WILD. Pat said that the crowd for this concert was more wild than the Slipknot concert he went to. We got pushed around a little but not too much, since the moshers remained a couple of rows ahead of us. As long as I didn't lose Pat or was trampled, I was not worried, so I just kept jumping up and down. Instead of jumping, Pat chose to headbang (he's still sore today, LOL).
All in all, they put on a really energetic, fun show, and while the Foo Fighters show is my favorite concert, I think (for now), Offspring is second. This summer, Pat and I are seeing Whitesnake/Judas Priest, Green Day, and Metallica, so who knows how the placement will be then.
The rest of the week flew by. The management took down the baby bird nest because they are assholes. I got my first ever ticket yesterday (for parking, SHOCKER). I was downtown and decided I'd cheat the meter because I had a quick errand to run. Well, when I got back, there was a $15 ticket waiting for me. It was totally my fault for being so cheap, so I didn't get upset at the cop or anything.
I took the day off today and took Pat home. Now I'm just here while my entire family are taking naps. I would be taking a nap, too, but I forgot my contact solution and have to go purchase some.
Patrick's best friend Stephen is visiting after 2 years of being in Japan for the Marines, and my cousin is graduating tomorrow from West Point. I'm proud of them both.
Okay, have a good weekend!
I've been bad and haven't updated in the past week or so. Last week was kind of blah, because work was alternately busy and frustrating, and I was bummed out about Jacob. But there were still good moments.
Friday, April 17 - Friday night blues dance was fantastic. They had a really good live band, and the place was packed. Had a great time.
Saturday, April 18 - Had a really fun blues workshop. Lucky Skillen taught it. He was very funny and dynamic. Plus he had a NYC accent, so we Texans couldn't help imitating whatever he said ("Pantha, paht-na.") The workshop was 5 hours total, so I was wiped when I got home. One of the workshops was "Blues and Hip-Hop," and that class reminded me just how white I really am.
Sunday, April 19 - FINALLY went to the Alamo Drafthouse. Went with Katherine, which was a lot of fun. Then I went to a barbeque and hung out with some people from my running group.
Tuesday, April 21 - I was at the downtown office. I walked outside to make a delivery to a building across the street. I noticed a group of people standing outside, along with about four or five cops standing on the edge of the sidewalk. I kept walking but was stopped by one of the cops. "I'm sorry, you need to stay 10 feet away from the sidewalk," the officer said. For a moment, I wondered if there had been a gas explosion. "What's going on?" I asked. The officer replied, "We're doing an escort." I looked up and down the street, with the officers and their motorcycles stationed every ten feet, the streets completely devoid of traffic, and the pedestrians not allowed to walk on the sidewalk. I knew this person must be pretty important. "May I ask who?" The officer paused and then said, "Biden."
So I waited excitedly for a bit. A part of me considered going back inside to work, but then the rational part said, "When's the next time you're going to see something like this?" I was soon rewarded. A motorcade of at least 20-30 vehicles started passing. There were cop cars, cops on motorcycles, even an ambulance. It was hard to tell which car Vice President Biden was in (there were two black, official-looking cars, but the windows were too dark to see anyone). But I waved anyway. It was a really cool moment. It made me wonder what sort of the security the President has, because this seemed pretty hardcore.
Wednesday, April 22 - Hill workout. It was my first time doing the hill workout in months, so it was ROUGH. Did 4.5 of the .75 mile loops. I think next time I should shoot for five, because my legs weren't even sore the next day.
Friday, May 1 - Blues dancing was a little empty tonight (a lot of the regulars were out of town), but still had a good time. I received two compliments on my dancing - one person said I was elegant, and someone said he liked my follow.
Saturday, May 2 - Man, this day was so much fun. Katherine and I went to Macy's to see Clinton Kelly on his Makeover America tour. He was really funny. One of the women from the audience volunteered to have her outfit critiqued (I raised my hand but he didn't pick me), and he totally eviscerated her. In a nice way. But he was really funny and offered really good fashion tips. I really enjoyed myself.
Afterward he said he was signing autographs. So Katherine and I hurriedly went downstairs and got in line, all happy and excited, until some snooty Macy's employee said, "Where are your books?" Apparently we could not stand in line unless we had a copy of Clinton Kelly's newest book, available only with a HUNDRED DOLLAR purchase of Macy's clothes. Naturally, Katherine and I were like, "Eff this," (our decision was also aided by the fact that there was security standing around), so we went next door to Border's to see if they had a copy of the book that we could sneak in with. No such luck - it was sold out. I guess meeting Clinton Kelly was not meant to be. Maybe he would have hated my outfit and it would have scarred my self-esteem forever. This was as close to Clinton Kelly that we got:
Afterward, Katherine and I made ourselves feel better by going into all the fancy shops and trying perfume samples, and going on a shopping spree. Not gonna say all that I bought, except that the Back in Black album was an absolutely essential purchase. We alternated between playing "Good friend/bad friend." Later we went out to eat with Katherine's boyfriend Rob, and Katherine bought us all dinner because she's a sweetie <3
Now I'm just here exhausted after a long day of work. Well, I'm not exhausted anymore, because I'm a vampire and I get this weird energy kick around this time. I have meetings tomorrow downtown...I really hope I don't get to run one of them, because I don't have a grasp on the details that I need. Ah, such is life. We'll see in the morning.
P.S. My parents have vacation until next Thursday due to swine flu scares in their school district. Clearly I am in the wrong profession.
P.P.S. There was ANOTHER hornet in my apartment last week. I'm starting to wonder if I have a nest in the vents or something. I got the little bugger. Jenny 5, Hornets 0. This one was very efficient too. No Swiffers were broken.
Man! I never have real updates anymore. So here goes.
Saturday was a lot of fun. I met up with friends at 40 Acre Fest, which is a student-run festival with a live concert at the end. I hung out with one friend from work for the festival, and then caught up with Tap and Conrad for dinner and the concert. There were a lot of funny/random events from that day, so I'll just list them:
- Walking by a guy playing accordion on The Drag
- People from a socialist student organization demanding if I was upset at AIG. Um, yeah, but not enough to become a socialist, thanks.
- A little girl in the restroom singing "Hot N' Cold" as she washed her hands
- Being able to crush a car with a sledgehammer and spray-paint it. Don't worry, I didn't go all thug, it was at a booth. It was very cathartic. That sledgehammer was fucking heavy, and I was made fun of for being weak. :p
- Seeing the turtle pond, and watching the turtles play and fall in the water
- Conrad asking the waiter at Pluckers if he could have fried salad
- "There needs to be more pelvic thrust in ballet" and "PLAY THE HIIIIIIITS!"
The concert itself was okay. It was Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. The actual band itself was decent, but the singer sucked. Here's one of the songs they sang. The beginning reminds me of that Friends episode where Ross is into his "music." None of my friends took my offer to start a mosh pit seriously. Can't say that the concert made me want to become a CYHSY fan, but I enjoyed being there with my friends, at least.
On Sunday, I went back out to the park and explored more trails. Again, there were a lot of people out, so I felt comfortable. I found more out-of-the-way trails that I'll explore with Pat when he comes visit next month. I walked for about 2.5 hours. It was awesome. Between all the walking I did for 40 Acres fest and the trail exploring, I got a lot of exercise during the weekend.
Man, I did some calisthenics tonight. I think I'm out of shape. Blah! I have a month or so to get into summer shape.
So, Patrick and I are seeing Metallica in September. YEAH! We got the nosebleed balcony seats, but at least we'll be there, right? AND Patrick bought us tickets to see The Offspring next month. I'm really excited. Of course, Pat was a bigger Offspring fan than I was growing up, but I like a lot of their songs. Pat will probably stay that whole week, because the concert is on a random work day, and I can't be driving back and forth. I'm really excited that he'll be able to visit next month. Going to concerts with Pat is kickass. I'm going to round up some of my peeps here in town to attend as well. It's general admission, so we plan on going early to get a good seat!
Well I need to clean up the apartment a bit. I am going on a mini-vacation starting tomorrow afternoon :)
This is a super-long update, so if you've read this all you get...a cookie?
Since Monday, I have been up here in the lovely Cowboy Country. I have returned to the Homeland, as they say (I went to college there for five years). I had been looking forward to the trip since I really enjoy field work. Sure, it's hard, sometimes monotonous work, but I find it very satisfying. Plus, it's fun to get to play with environmental sampling tools. However, even though I'd been looking forward to the trip, the timing, shall we say, was a little off. I actually wanted to be in the office this week, for reasons that are unimportant and likely premature anyway. However, duty calls, and I was at my office by 5:45 on Monday morning, a little groggy since I'd decided to pack at 10:30 the night before.
I was laughing because it was raining on the way. Just about every time my parents drove me to or from Cowboy Country, it would rain. How typical that it was raining on our way there. I'd forgotten how freaking ugly some parts of the town are. Holy crap. The site I'm working on is not the prettiest, but I wasn't expecting it to be anyway. On Monday, my partner and I gauged wells. On Tuesday, we were supposed to purge the wells and take water quality readings and samples from the water, but the pump we had was not compatible with the generator we rented. We lost a good 3/4th of the day from that problem. We did catch up yesterday and today. On Monday and Tuesday, it rained on and off, so it kind of sucked. But yesterday and today had just gorgeous weather.
The work I'm doing involves purging a well three times its volume with a pump. We take water quality readings as the well is being purged. Finally, once the well has been purged a certain volume, we take water quality samples. The only part of this work I don't really enjoy is just the set-up and decontamination procedure afterward. It can be a little tedious. But the partner I'm working with is very knowledgeable, and patiently explained the reasoning behind the methods, had me practice with all aspects of the job so I could be familiar, made me brush up on my map reading skills, and let me back up the huge 4x4 truck with a trailer attached to it (I didn't run over anyway or hit anything. SUCCESS!) Plus, he's a cool, funny dude, so I had a good time.
On Tuesday, I walked to my old campus, since the hotel I'm staying at is right across the street. The first ten minutes were pretty surreal. "I can't believe I'm back!" I thought, looking at every building with nostalgia. I had left campus as a burned-out 23-year-old student with little real world experience to speak of, and returning as a 24-year-old professional; not necessarily wiser, but with one year's worth of the all important "real world experience" under her belt. But after ten minutes, the "WOW, I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M BACK" became, "Okay, I'm back. Whatever." I felt like an outsider. What was interesting that no one said howdy to me. When I first started college, you couldn't walk to class without a handful of people saying howdy to you. Now everyone is attached to their cell phones and ipods. I did hit up the student center and bought a t-shirt and bracelet. I DON'T KNOW WHY. I have enough college t-shirts to last me a lifetime, but it was a CUTE SHIRT, OKAY? I also went running there on Wednesday, which was fun.
I felt a little "green" on this job. I made silly little mistakes with the equipment. I mean, yeah, this is my first time purging a well, so I'm still learning...but some things should be pretty intuitive. This morning, on the way to dropping off samples, I tripped and fell, dropping my box and breaking 2 samples in the process. It was frustrating because we had to re-take those 2 samples, even though the pump had already been deconned. I have bruises all over my legs from bumping into things. SEXY. I can't even wear a skirt for the next two weeks because they look so unattractive, particularly the dark purple one on my calf.
I've had a good time getting to know my coworkers better. On Monday, our project manager took us to eat at this fancy restaurant well-known in town. SO GOOD. Pranks were also played. One of our field members found an empty package of a vibrator (7.5 inch and multicolored, in case you are curious) and stuck it in our truck. Thank goodness my partner knew that it was a prank and not mine! We had a waitress sing happy birthday to my field partner even though, obviously, it wasn't his birthday. Tonight we walked to eat Mexican food. I hadn't had a drink at all, and thought I'd have a little margarita along with my coworkers. But it was so strong, and I do NOT want to be hungover tomorrow. So I swapped it out with my other coworker's watered-down, half-finished super margarita. The result? Jenny = sober, the rest of the field crew = drunk after 3 super margaritas. It was hilarious watching them get progressively drunker and listening to their funny stories. I had a really good time with them.
All in all, it's been a really fun week. However, I'm amazed I lasted here for five years without going insane, AND without a car. I love my campus, but the town leaves a lot to be desired. I don't miss you, Cowboy Country. At all.
Tomorrow, I am hoping we get out of here early after we finish our work. I need to go into work in the afternoon. I've been thinking about something all week...I just hope I'm right, you know?
