Keep your electric eyes on me

I keep in touch with about 4 or 5 people from college. Peeon, Robbie, uhhhhh Shannon, uhhhhh, I guess my old roomie Megan to some degree.
Robbie, who was like on of the most fucked up kids I knew, is getting married to a lovely lovely girl in July. I like her alot. I think she is a good compliment to him. He is so into her, it keeps him not acting like a juvenile asshole. As such I am going to be seeing a bunch of people who I once hung out with but do not speak to anymore. As such, I need to look fan-fucking tastic and cool. See most of these people are going to be Bostonites. To me means no sense of style and likely dressing in pastels and Gap, ack, gross. So I want to look like a cool trim urbanite when I go. I have found one BcBG dress from Bloomies which is pretty cool, but I am not certain it is "the dress" ya know? Also it is black, which is just so boring for a summer wedding.
So this morning I decided to e-mail Project Beltway and ask her for her advice. The problem is that I do not want to spend more than $300 and I am a size 8/10 with D size tits. All those skinny bitches boutiques in g-town don't carry shit for woman of my proportions.
Hopefully she will have some useful tips... but I guess I shouldn't hold ma breath.
Anyway, for Meat's brithday yesterday I got us a COUPLES Massage, which I thought would be really awesome. It was pretty great, but maybe not as spectacular as I hoped. I got the hot stone massage which I don't think I will do again. See I'm kinda tickley and flat hands are probably better than a stone in terms of keeping my ractions in check.
Then we got sushi and went back to his
then it was x rated
Then I finished making his birthday cake - the only cake I know how to make- Walnut with Brandy Butter filling and whipped cream icing. I also like to chuck strawberries on top when they are in season.
I hope he had a good time, I know I did.
Tomorrow we leave for the beach and I think I will have to make numerous lists throughout the day just so I don't forget anything.
"Oh heelllooo super boring post how are you?"
"Me? I'm fine, floundering along, you know."
"Indeed I do," snooooze.....

Happy Birthdayyyyyy

It's Meat's birthday, horraayyy!
My friend Matty was giving me a hard time for not giving meat a good morning B-day BJ.
So again, my apologies.
At least we are doing something really cool after work today, which will be a suprise for him, but most of our friends already know about.

Indulgent

Oh as if I haven't been treating myself enough post exam, I just made an appointment to get waxed...iiieeeeee.
I mean those pre-sticky strips are a great way to maintain, but they really don't compare to someone else tearing out your hair for you. Also it's kinda hard to reach the under under parts by myself. I mean I can get my leg behind my head, but I can hardle hold it there, much less have the dexterity to deftly attach a strip and then tear it off.
So I made an appointment at my local for eyebrow, stache, and bikini. Sadly, I think my underarm hair may be too short at this time to deal with. Sigh.
Ohmygosh tho, I can't remember the last time I got waxed. I am going to be so red and shiney!
Also, funny story from last night. While Meat and I were boning I kept having flash backs from the test and thoughts of my score would just pop into my head making me loose total concentration and fall out of "the moment." I think Meat kept being like, what is going on.
Anyway, that's what was happening. The stupid GMAT was haunting me still.

I got a 680 on my GMAT

And since most of you don't know what that means I am attaching this link so you can see.
I know I was shooting for the 690 but ten points below that is basically the same thing, or so that article has lead me to believe.
I am happy. I am not crazy overjoyed, partly cause I am also hungover, but i am satisfied. The more I think about it the more I don't think I will take it again cause I honestly don't think I can study any more.
It is kind of an odd feeling tho. To know that it is over. It's like an umbrella has been taken away from over myhead and the sun is shining. It's also kinda intimidating to have so much freedom now. Anyway, I am thinking about taking a grammar or spanish class now. Tho I should probably just focus on looking at schools and my applications now.

There are so many things going on this week I think I might Vomit

I took another practice test on Saturday and quite miraculously got a 710. So I was riding pretty high about that. So high that I proceeded to get shitfaced Saturday night. Oops.
Anyway, falling asleep last night it was all I could do to keep from having a panic attack regarding that fact that I was shortly going to be taking a test that for now it would seem, determines the rest of my life. I finally did fall asleep to thoughts of sitting on the beach and sleeping in a king bed for a week.
So tomorrow is the big day and everytime I say that in my head I can feel my breakfast rise in the back of my throat. I plan to spend today trying not to cry and studying only a little bit.
I stupidly offered to cook for Wednesdays game night this week, so I think I'll just make my mom's delicious Ragu tonight and keep is refridergated till Wednesday. My hope is that making the ragu will give me something else to focus on and kinda relax. I think I will also try and drive down later tonight to where I will be taking my test and kinda scope the place out, just for piece of mind.
Tomorrow I take the test at 11:30. It is four hours long and Bethy is meeting me after for whatever activities I feel like partking in. I have a strong desire to make beef wellington, but that is both expensive and time consuming so I'll see how I'm feeling after the test.
Wednesday my friend from Oregon gets into town and it's game night. So We'll prolly just do that. I do need to get bikini and facial waxing taken care of so maybe I'll get that out of the way after work before meeting peeon.
Thursday is Meat's BIRTHDAYYYY. I need to pick up a few things prior to this so I guess i'll do that on Tuesday or Wednesday as well. We are doing kinda this really really awesome thing which i think will poop us both out and we'll end up going to bed when we get home.
Friday is Friday. I am going to Costco after work to pick up various beachy things. And Saturday morning we leave for the beach for a week. Icna't wait wait wait, bah bah bah. I think I am going to try and make fried chicken Saturday night as part of the "group's" celebration of his b-day. I should probably pick up some hats and kazoos huh?
Oh shit here comes the Special K.

Fingers Crossed

For a long long time my body and more specifically one finger has done something really odd. I think I've blogged about this before.
About three or four times a year my left hand index finger will swell up and get kinda hard on the surface and then shed all it's skin. I once told my doctor about it and she was just like "yeah, that's realy wierd." It seems to be a seasonal ocurance.
My finger is currently in this state of moulting. I used to not be able to remember which pointer finger it was, but ever since I chopped off a chunk of my left finger over a year ago, I've been able to distinguish between them and remeber which one it is.
I have several hopes and wishes surrounding this process.
1) that the ugly scar on the left pointer finger, which is the only thing holding me back from being a meaty hand model, will just magically peel off with all the other skin, leaving an unblemished beauty behind.
2) this is somehow my superhuman x man like power coming to light. But instead of leading to something extraordinary so far, it has just left a trail of dead skin and slight embarassment when people notice it stare in disgust.

I know I'm only fun when I'm drunk

And that Bethy gets into town today, but really I just cannot get drunk and celebrate my friendship with her.
Four days until the GMAT and my hour of studying a day (if I'm lucky) seems pretty pathetic.
Either or I am taking a practice test tomorrow morning and I need to have my wits about me.
As such, I am currently writting "Three Drink Maximum" on my hand so as to remind myself not to go "overboard" tonight when I'm out with ma grrllz.

Dinner

Oh god oh god oh god, summer is upon us.
I am not dreading it like I used to. I think i now enjoy having an exucse to look hot sweaty and gross throughout the day other than, I'm too lazy to shower on a regular basis.
But really, I am excited to go back on my diet of salad with a grilled protein on top and hamburgers. Which if memory serves is pretty much all I ate last summer.
I put Meat in charge of dinner tonight cause I am woefully screwed re: studying and LOST is on later. All I want is a salad with grilled meat on top. I'll probably end up with a bunch of carbs and a hot dog.
And my landlord is dropping off his old gas grill this weekend. So once he does let the parade of raw veggies and grilled meats begin. Oh diabolocal laughter, if only I knew how to spell you!

What are lovers for if not to pop your backne

"Do you even know what a white head is?" I said getting up from the bed.
"...Yeah..."
I put on a towel and went into the bathroom to examine my back.
Moments earlier Meat had been commenting on my backne and so I asked, "Are any of them whiteheads yet?"
"They all are." He replied.
"Will you pop them for me?" I asked doing my best to widen my gaze.
"Sure"
He proceeded to squeeze a mound of flesh for too hard anf too long. If it was in fact a white head, presumably the smallest amount of pressure would have caused the eruption of pus I was hoping for.
So upon examination of my back in the bathroom mirror it turned out in fact that none of the ounds of red flesh on my back had the white peak desticntive of a white head.
Idiot.
Maybe tomorrow night.

Hello you Lucky People

I m peeing my pants.
The best show to possibly ever be produced is finally being released on Region One DVD this summer.
Thanks Caseus for keeping your ear to the ground and letting me know.
http://www.aintitcool.com/node/36638

Honestly, I highly suggest you just order the collection site unseen. Its is possibly one of the best investments you will ever make, no fucking joke.

I remeber the first time I saw spaced. I was in scotland and I was sick sick sick. My bf at the time rented it for me and I watched it on a laptop while stuck in bed. I watched both seasons one and two back to back with out getting up except to pee and heat up soup.
It is that good. That good.
I think it would be the bees knees to have a tee shirt, sweatshirt or some other such paraphanalia with Marsha's picture on it and the phrase "Roll Model" under neath. Or possibly "I Want You Back for Good."

G-L-O-R-IA

Man I can't get Patti Smith's version of GLORIA out of ma head. It's so hot. I wish I coudl be that cool.
More importantly I wish I could karaoke to some Patti Smith right now.
I was listening to my Roy Orbison, Patsy Cline, Patti Smith mix on my way home from work yestday and just wanted to ROCK OUT when I got home.
Granted I havea bass guitar which collects dust in the corner of my house, I opted for rock band instead.
SBug (the new roomie's new nickname) and I jammed out to such classics as Brass in pocket and a clash song. It was pretty awesome.