In Any Event...

Highs and Lows

Beginning with Yesterday, bullet-style:

• Low. Woke up late feeling shitty.
• High. Got to work before my boss, giving the impression that I was in fact, on time.
• Low. Having a sore throat the entire day for the fourth day in a row, which leads to a very un-flattering man-voice.
• High. One of my attorneys got engaged!!
• Low.  But she's moving out to LA with her fiance next month.
• High. But her ring is 2.4 carats!!!  Do you know how big that is???  This big:
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• Low. She offered to let me try it on, but my fingers were too fat.  Fine.
• High. I got invited to a Jimmy Buffet concert with Jenny over Labor Day Weekend - box seats!
• Low.  (I think) Jenny said I am the perfect type of person to fit in at a Jimmy Buffet concert.  I don't know how to take that.
• High. Received another invitation to see this movie in Georgetown last night with my soon-to-be roommate Shannon, and a few other girls.  I'm so popular.
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• Low.
  The metro system was really jacked up last night (really, for the past week) and I missed my bus by two minutes.
• Low.  The bus was slow too, and was not helped by the woman in the front seat yelling to the bus driver about THE ELECTRONIC RAT TRAPS THAT SHE PURCHASED FOR HER APARTMENT.  YOU CAN GET THEM AT HOME DEPOT.  IT JUST GIVES THEM A LITTLE ZAP AND YOU'RE DONE.  THEY GO IN, AND THEY DON'T COME OUT.  THEN YOU JUST DUMP 'EM.  THE TRAPS ARE LIKE $20 BUCKS FOR MOUSE TRAPS, BUT AROUND $40 FOR RATS.  SHE PREFERS THE RAT ONES JUST TO MAKE SURE, BECAUSE SHE'S SEEN RATS THE SIZE OF CATS AND DOGS IN HER APARTMENT, LET ME TELL YOU.  Please ma'am, no, don't tell me. I, and the rest of the bus, really don't give a shit.
• High. I got to Georgetown early and took some beautiful pictures of the waterfront (coming soon):
• High.  We went to one of my favorite Thai restaurants in Georgetown that I had forgotten about.  Awesomeness.
• Low.  My impression with Sex and the City the Movie itself.  Actually, it wasn't really a low, but there were SO many times I couldn't refrain from rolling my eyes, it seemed WAY too over-the-top for me.  I suppose that's how it was meant to be made though.  It got very dark in the middle too, and stayed that way for almost too long (sorry, I won't put any spoilers in, promise); however,  I thought that Miranda's story was the most riveting, and the most real-life, this is something real people could relate to, situationally speaking.  The shoes were pretty great, too.  Also, I had to laugh at all the product placement, it was almost sick how obvious some of them were (Smartwater?  Starbucks?  Clean 'n Clear?  I hope you weren't going for subtle.)
• High.  It was awesome having a girl's night.
• Low.  I got home at 1.  Which is too late for this 90 year old on a week night.  I knew I'd be tired today.
• Low. I was late today due to oversleeping (surprise!)
• High.  It didn't matter, because we had a power outage at work - I think most of downtown DC didn't have power from 7-11.
• Low.  We sat here for three hours in the dark, and they kept telling us "just 20 more minutes and the power will come back".  FOR THREE HOURS.  Lame.
• High.  We got free pizza for lunch.
• Low.  It was gross.  And cold.
• High.  I have done about 3 solid minutes of actual work today.
• Another High.  It's Friday.  duh!

Wedding Ready Vol. 2

So for the past 24 hours I've been addicted to BlueFly.com, and I've tried to get more realistic ideas of something I can get for the wedding next month.  Here's another photo essay - votes appreciated:

This one is by Envi, and it's one of my top choices - super cute, summery, not too formal, halter (did I mention boob support is key), the only concern I have is basically it's a "white" dress, and I don't really want to go there...although I don't really know the rules for Reherasal Dinner etiquette, is white alright for that if you're not the bride?

 

This is another one by Envi, just a funkier route to go...I really like the color combo, and I would definitely wear it again...the only downfall on this one I can think of right now is that it falls above the knees...I'm leaning more towards something that falls just below.

This one was found by friend Jenny, who is all about it - she totally understands what I require as far as support and coverage goes, and I think this cut would flatter my body pretty well...although the more I look at it, I'm not TOO crazy about the color scheme...and I'd really want green shoes to get with it.  Green espadrilles to be exact.  And then I'd probably never wear them again.

 

This one is by Lotta Stensson, and I'm kind of in love with it.  The color at least.  And the halter top.  Although I'd be worried I'd fall out of the sides a little bit...the back of the dress is adorable too, I couldn't get a picture of it on here, but it wraps around the ribcage and ties in a bow in the back, so there' s a bow at the neck and a bow at the bottom of the ribcage...super cute. 

This is also by Lotta Stensson, and I think the color would look really great with the shoes shown in the post below...I'd have to really work on my tan in the next few weeks to be able to wear it though without getting washed out.  Also, I'd want some jewelry that popped, maybe gold or (am I crazy?) turquoise?  help.

These last two dresses are ridiculously expensive, but I had to include them because I started drooling uncontrollably when I saw both.  This one is Betsey Johnson...

Aaaaaaaaaand Elie Tahari.  I love you.  (this one's sold out, but a girl can dream, right??)

So.  That's that.  I'm sure I'll come up with a billion others that I want, but I won't subject you to all of them, Internet.  I will however, take pictures of the winner, which I know you will all be awaiting anxiously.

Happy Weekend!!

Wedding Ready

Internet, I'm torn.

I'm going home in a few weeks for my brother's wedding (squee!!)  He's the oldest of the three of us, and the first to tie the knot.  I'm in the bridal party, so my outfit for the Big Day has already been taken care of obviously by the bride.

However, I'm in in full fledge Operation Rehearsal Dinner shopping mode.  Yesterday, under the influence of Shoe Jealousy of my wonderful friend Jenny at work, I purchased these babies on Amazon.com

Tell me you love them. Go on, say it!!

So now, drunk on the addictiveness that Is Online Shopping, I've found two dresses that I looooooove but cannot decide between the two of them.  Also, they're a little expensive.  I think I would wear either of them again though.  So, if anyone has an opinion, 1) which pattern do you like better, and 2) does one dress particularly match the above shoes better than the other?  Because I am so wearing the shoes.

Option 1:

Something about the pattern, feels moresummery to me...

Option 2:

I'm big on the color combo...and a little bit more what I would go with on a regular basis.

Ok.....go!

Ahem.

Hi Internet.  I'm sorry, I seemed to have fallen off my chair for the past month and a half, but I climbed back on.  I'm better now.

I've had some ups and downs and a shit ton of "What Am I Doing With My Life???" angst recently, and I wasn't feeling the blog.

However.  I've been reading YOU, Internet!  I know alllll about what's going on with you!  And I'm tired of being Lurky McLurksALot, and I promise to be back soon with tales of my own.

Happy Tuesday!  (I'm tired, cranky, and slightly hungover.  Typical.  Sorry, mom, that's why I didn't call back last night.)

Lvoe. (from last Wednesday, 4/16/08)

For You: Because some things are more important  than me, my life, and this little blog.

 

I had a million things to say and I couldn't say any of them at the time.  Too many thoughts pushing each other around in my head to make much sense, to come out and comfort and support you like I wanted them to.  That's the funny thing about thoughts.  You can't really control them, they do as they please.  But here's a few I'm able to pull out now, now that I've had time, now that it's sunk in a little bit, now that if I don't write them down I'm going to go a little bit crazy, and let's be honest, I think I'm crazy enough.

 

But I'm not writing about me.  I'm writing about you.  You were right, I was not what you would call shocked when I heard the news.  Let me say first and foremost, you did the right thing.

 

You Did The Right Thing.

 

You Are Doing The Right Thing.

 

I am happy for you.  I didn't sleep a wink last night, and I'm having issues holding it together at work today.  But I am happy for you.  It's affecting me, and what scares me is that if it's affecting ME this much, then how the hell are you holding it together?  Last night all I wanted to do was fly there, wrap you up in a big fuzzy blanket, and bring you back to DC with me.    I have these sudden urges to buy things for you; furniture, a car, keepsakes that would have sentimental value between you and me, that when you look at them and hold them, they remind you that you have people who love you for who you are and for what you are going to become in the rest of your life.  My heart feels like its going to burst through my ribcage with the amount of sentimental feelings I am having for you right now.

 

Because I should have been there.  Because when you called a couple of weeks ago when I was out at a happy hour and we only spoke for a couple minutes, and I couldn't even hear you that well through the crowd and the fact that I wasn't exactly sober didn't help anything.  Because I know you wanted to talk then, and I'm sorry I was out having fun with other people who don't matter to me nearly as much as you do.  Because I'm sorry we didn't talk on the phone in the past year as much as we should have.  Because I'm sorry my stupid computer doesn't let my G-chat work.  Because I'm sorry that I knew in the back of my mind something was wrong, and that had I taken the time to ask, I could have helped you a long time ago.

And I didn't.  But I am here now.  I will be here - I am always here.  I never meant to leave - and if I did, I never meant to.

 

I guess all I want to say is that I love you so much, I know you deserve more and better, and all the happiness that life can give you - and deep down you know that too.  You know that deep down, you owe this to yourself.  You deserve the best - because you are the best.  You are one of the most wonderful people I've ever had the privilege of knowing; I don't know how better to describe you than that.  You are kind, you are caring, you are considerate, you are intelligent, you are strong.  You can do anything - and you will.  I have faith in you like I have faith in very few people - my mother, my best friend from childhood.  You are the person I hope will be my maid of honor, my best friend...I love you.  I don't know what else to say.

 

Except that you know me.  I know you.  Please come visit.  I would do anything for you.  Let's get Papa John's. 

 

Lvoe.

Ghost of Blogging Past

I haven't signed on to typepad in weeks.  It wasn't something I was planning really, but life started throwing some curve balls at me, and I'm awful at baseball.

It's been a really hard past 4 or 5 weeks.

I've got a lot of things to write about, some good, some bad.  I've got several posts in the making,  but I've been having blogging block if you will, plus the next post I want to write, I keep changing it around.  You'll see why, hopefully in the next few days when I'm ready to put it up.  Although it is supposed to be chronicling my immediate thoughts on a particular topic - the thoughts are now recycled in my head after going through them over and over again, so I'm not quite sure it will still have the same effect.

But I Digress...

So I'll give you the quick and dirty rundown:

Bad Things:  I'm stressed out.  I'm not enjoying my job.  I'm homesick.  I'm frustrated with my personal life.  I'm missing a certain someone very much - particularly after last week's news.  I keep thinking about moving away from DC.  I think about getting another job.  About going back to dancing, and working in the arts.  I want to go back to school.  I'm jealous that my parents are going to Italy this week and I don't get to go with them.  I've missed two weeks of new Office and American Idol and am so PISSED that I didn't get to see Kristy kicked off.

Good Things:  The weather is getting warm.  I've spent more time with my friends in past weeks, and have made a few new ones.  I see the end of living in an apartment by myself that's too expensive for me, and moving in with someone I absolutely love in the near future (and saving serious cash).  I have started to read regularly again.  I am going to Vegas in three weeks.  I am going home for a whole week in July - I got the receipt for the bridesmaid dress in the mail this week.  This week shouldn't be nearly as hellish as last week, and I am looking forward to catching up on TV and vaccuuming.

That's all for now.  I miss you Internet, but I promise to be back more regularly once life takes a smoke break. 

I will pay someone to go to work for me tomorrow.

No, seriously.  Last Friday I left work at 5:30 on the DOT and purposefully left a few things on my desk thinking "oh...I'll just get to those Monday."

Because Monday seemed So!  Far!  Off!  And I didn't want to stay late and the things that needed to get done well, to explain in a whiny 4-year-old way, I just didn't want to do!! And surprise, surprise, I really don't to have to do them tomorrow either.  Meh.  Maybe that'll teach me to slack.

Anyway, here's some happy things to keep me from freaking out thinking about work til I wake up tomorrow:

•     Happy #1:  I got my haircut this weekend.  Finally.  My hair before? Looked Awful.  I'm still kind of up for the Katie, except for the fact that I wouldn't look nearly as glamorous.  Or thin.  Or stylish.  And my boobs would totally fall out of that shirt.  Bitch. 

So...it's not that short, which I'm glad, and I was wary of the girl when she said she was going to cut my bangs a little bit, because I've had some issues with the bangs.  Like, there's been a few times where I wish I could've made them sleep on my couch because they totally piss me off if you know what I'm saying.  But, I am LUH-VING what she did:

Yes, I know.  I'm a nerd.  But this nerd looks good!!!!

      

• Happy # 2.   I'm going to Vegas in May!  I finally bought my ticket last week and it's under two months til I go.  I'm going the weekend before my birthday and so far have done a good job keeping the costs low.  I'm not a gambler at all, so I'm looking forward to drinking, dancing, and taking an obnoxious amount of pictures at the Wax Museum.  Because I am a TOURIST dammit and you can bet I will be acting like one.

The thing I'd like to work on before the trip?  I think that's probably obvious:

 Um, two words.  Side. Crunches.

This is totally a pregnant pose.  At least I've got that down for if/when I have children.  Also?  Arms?  Go lift something.  Repeatedly.

But even if my pooch doesn't go away and my hair grows out all nasty again, it won't really matter, because I totally love the two girls I'm going with - and there won't be any drama or petty arguments or any of that crap - just a bitchin' time, if you will.  GAH I want to go nownownow.

• Happy #3: Spring is fiiiiiiiinally in the air  - the trees in my apartment complex are blooming with little white flowers, and it makes me so excited for the cherry blossoms....

oh, yeah baby.  prettyprettyprettyhappyhappyhappy.

• Happy #4: I fixed my iPod.  After about 8 months of it not working.  8 months of dragging around a full size cd walkman.  Do you know how embarassing it is when you're digging around in your purse to change the song, and then the whole thing falls out of your purse, and then the weight of it pulls the earphones out and you're stuck sitting on the metro reaching under people's feet trying to find your rolling-away-earphone-less walkman?  You don't know how embarassing that is?  Oh, because it's probably never happened to you.  yeah.  Well, you can just take my word for it.

• Happy #5:  I don't know if this counts as "happy", but I cleared things up with Coffee Boy.  The last time we spoke, I was very unimpressed with him, but we had a nice chat today and I totally feel better about him now that I don't get the idea that the sole reason for him talking to me is to try and get in my pants.  So we're going to go to lunch this week.  Actually, from what I got out of the discussion today, he could use somone to talk to.  So, that's good.  I was a tad annoyed by the fact that I couldn't weed out a serious douchebag alcoholic, which is what he seemed to be the last couple of weekends.  But, judge not on first appearances.  More updates on Coffee at a later date.

That's all I can think of now.  And it's getting close to bedtime.  So I'm going to finish off my box of thin mints in the fridge (which, by the way, have lasted like six weeks.  That has to be some kind of record) and watch gossip shows on E! 

Hope you are looking forward to Monday more than I am, Internet!

Life Letters

Dear Weather,

You've been toying with my emotions lately.  If you didn't get the memo, The Shittiness That Was February is OVAH so let's get out of the cold rainy, windy crap and get on to more of the gorgeous, blue skied, sunny happiness you've shown for a few hours in the past week.  Yesterday I was able to air out my apartment for the first time in Months, and believe me, I really needed that.  Today you are beautiful through the window, Weather, but I just stuck my nose out to see if I could open the windows again for another breather, but you are FREEZING.  So Suck It.  And then lets get a move on to Spring, please.

Love,
Tired of Being Cooped Up and Bringing my Scarf Just In Case Emily

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Dear Two Friends Who Want Me To Move In With Them,

I love you both dearly.  I really appreciate the fact that you want me to move in with you, but I've grown too attached to living on my own.  I guess that's just the type of person I am.  I really like the fact that I never have to fight anyone for the bathroom, that when I'm ready to go to bed the apartment is dark and quiet,  that I can come home exhausted, flop on the couch and watch Idol without having to provide commentary to the person sitting next to me.  I hate that you live 45 minutes from me now, so maybe you guys should think about moving down to Virginia instead.

Love,
Too Far Away But I Kinda Like It That Way Emily

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Dear Apartment Whose Lease I am Renewing,

I knew my rent deal from this year wasn't going to last - although I'm still bitter about how much more you're going to be costing me starting in May.  I'm still debating whether to sign you a whole year, or just the six months I was originally thinking.  But as our one year anniversary comes up, I think we've had a good run.  You are clean, and close to the parking lot, and I like your free shuttle bus (when its on time).  And I think I've been good to you too - I've only spilled red wine on the rug once, and I take the trash out regularly.  However, I do promise in our next lease that I will vaccuum you more often, with a REAL vacuum not a dustbuster, and maybe we can do something about those folding chairs that are substituting for real furniture.  IKEA is calling.

Love,
It Could Be So Much Worse Emily

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Dear Mom,

Thanks for not buying me more stuff that I would have had to keep paying you back on.  Since I will now need that money to pay for my superfluous rent. 

Love,
Your Not-So-Broke Anymore Daughter

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Dear Boy That Took Me To Coffee On Valentines Day,

Where do I begin.  Our coffee date on Valentine's Day was orginially for work-related marketing purposes only.  But we were refreshingly similar, and wound up talking about a whole lot of NOT work related subjects.  I developed a crush on you almost instantly, and in the past two weeks we've emailed almost every day and you've stopped by my office to deliver more candy jars than any one person should have in her possession at one time.  Two Fridays ago we went out to Happy Hour, which was really fun and totally what I needed, as I hadn't been out on a first date in a long time.  I met your co-workers who are my age and who work in a related field to me, and everyone was really nice and interesting to talk to.  And then after a few drinks, it became so obvious you were INTO me into me, Coffee Boy, and that made me feel giddy and good in a 15-year-old-girl-getting-her-first-crush kinda way.  We drank, we danced, we may have even made out on the dance floor.  And it was super fun, because this was a no-pressure thing, right? 

But then, this weekend Coffee...you kinda took a turn for the annoying.  We didn't have plans to see each other this weekend, but you called me at 1:30am on Friday night, telling me you missed me and we should go to lunch the next day.  Lunch sounded like a good idea to me.  I told you I had to work Saturday until about 1, but that we could meet when I was done.  So when you didn't call until about 6pm last night, and I teased you about breaking off our lunch date, I was surprised to hear that you didn't even remember discussing that...  Ok ok, so you were drunk, I'll let it go but this behavior is reminding me of college and boys that were wasted and calling all night and never remembering events the next day...not cool anymore.

AND THEN Coffee, you did it again last night!  You called at 3am, left me a message saying to please please please call back as soon as I got the message, that you were in a difficult situation, so yes, Coffee, after having a friend get arrested and given a DUI a few months ago, I wanted to make sure you weren't stranded on the street, in jail, or something equally as "difficult".  So when I called and told you that, and then realized that you were wasted and laying on your friend's floor, you laughed at me for like ten minutes.  Seriously.  And that's when my crush on you died for the mostpart Coffee.  So, you're really going to have to step it back up, because I don't spend time with boys who spend their entire weekends being wasted and kind of an asshole.  I had more than enough of that in my four years of college.

Love,
Not So Sure About You Anymore/I'm Putting My Phone On Alarm Only  Emily

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Dear Work Self,

You are kicking ass and that's good.  Your reviews last week were great and there is a light at the end of the Promotion Tunnel.  But maybe when all three of your bosses, your HR Director, your friends and your mother tell you that you're working too much and should calm it down, maybe it'd be ok to do so just a little bit.  Even if the overtime is totally making it worth it.

Love,
Lack of Sleep and a Social Life Emily

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Dear Social Self,

You will come back eventually.  Go out with Shannon on weekdays more often.  And call Maggie, you haven't seen her in over a year.  Since you aren't down with Living With Girls, Girls Nights Out can still be the best medicine sometimes.

Love,
Your Loving Margaritas and Girl Talk on Wednesday Nights Self Emily

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Dear Body,

You are going to Vegas in two months.  How bout you start putting that pilates mat and hand weights to some use while you're watching Jon & Kate Plus 8 marathons on the weekends.

Love,
Your Tired of the Pooch Self Emily

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Dear YouTube,

I can't decide if I love or hate you for putting videos like this up:

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I watch this at least five times a day, and my ovaries are going into overtime thinking about having a baby in Britain just so I may have the possibility of hearing that accent come out of something I created.

Love,
I really really really like NOT being a mother except for when I watch this Emily

New Layout! Thanks Typepad!

I'm too lazy to go out and create a layout of my own, but I figured it was time for a change...do you like it?  I'm not a really pink kinda girl, but I like this one because it reminds me of how the city looks when I'm metroing home at night and the sun's just setting over Rosslyn now as opposed to being pitch black out by 6pm like it was a few weeks ago.  Spring is on the way!  Or something.  Seeing the sun still out a little bit gets me all excited for tan skin and eating salad and lemonade outside in my back yard and trying on new bathing suits at Target.  Then I'm like wait, I think I want to lose weight for the bathing suit thing, but still, I'm excited about the prospect of getting my ass to the gym on a regular basis so I can BE READY to get a new suit.

  It's still cold as balls here, unfortunately and I've taken to wearing my super warm, marshmallow coat, and yes it truly makes me look like a marshmallow because when I was a sophomore in college a WHITE winter coat was apparently, the cool thing to own.  Now it gets dirtier every time I look at it, but I dont' mind because it gets the job done, as opposed to the other winter coat I bought for DC, which buttons only to about the bottom of my ribcage and then flares out in an A-line which is super cute but super NOT practical when you're walking down the WindTunnel 8000 known as 14th St.  Even if you can see my makeup rubbing all over the collar, I'd rather be warm than fashion-forward.

Anyway... last weekend was supposed to be Girls Weekend out in New York...apparently NY had some pretty crap weather last weekend, so we nixed it and just went out to celebrate my friend Shannon's birthday in DC instead.  We went to Marvin which I loved, and just found out that its run by the same people who operate my other very much loved DC Bar, ESL.  We had a great time, I never realize how much I miss these people until I see them again; and usually I'll go 6 months or so before seeing them again.

Saturday during the day we went shopping, where I got tired after about an hour because I'm so lazy, but did manage to buy a new clutch, a new perfume (Heavenly by VS, if you were wondering), and a pair of Chinese Laundry for 70% off at DSW.  I'm not a huge shoe girl, but I will totally take a pair of brown strappy slingbacks for $15, kthanksbai.

Sunday did a lot of laying around, and this week has been a long one already, and my boss(es) have been out of the office all week, and come back tomorrow.  I do like the fact that when they're gone I can relax a little (and, ahem, blog on my down time) but the days stretch out like crazy, even though I still have work to do. 

And even though I  know you're not really supposed to talk about work on a public blog, which I don't do much, finding a new job has been on my mind A LOT lately, but I'm all "well, I'm in a good place at Current Job with the paychecks and the good bosses and the good feedback" but then on the other hand I'm all "but, working in a law firm isn't my TRUE PASSION in life, and I'm only 23, and shouldn't I be EXPLORING all different types of people and experiences to learn what Life Is All About?"  Do people even do that?  Or is that just something deep and pretty to write on a blog and usually an essay on when you're a junior in high school?

Anyway, I've started looking at jobs online, and brushing up my resume a bit, "just in case."  I don't really feel ready to leave my current job, as again, I love who I work for and I wouldn't feel right without tying up some loose ends, but then again there will ALWAYS be loose ends to tie up.  That is the beauty of this stupid profession, the world is never going to run out of problems they want lawyers to solve.  So I don't know,  I'm still going back and forth on the whole thing, and a part of me is hoping that whatever is supposed to happen will just happen, and fall in my lap like this job did a little over a year ago.

There are several other things I get really motivated to write about at times - my upcoming trip to Vegas, my brother's wedding, the new Idol season and the fact that I get really angry when  people never give up a seat for a blind man that rides my bus (and, yes I agree, he is INSANELY annoying because he YELLS AT THE BUS DRIVER BUT JUST TO MAKE CONVERSATION THE ENTIRE 30 MINUTE DRIVE TO THE METRO and noone else on the bus cares but still.  Cut the guy a break.)

And then there's this little thing I'd kinda sorta like to write about that may or may not involve someone I met through work and who I may or may not have a rediculous crush on, and we may or may not be going out to happy hour this weekend (gah! squee!!!) but I don't write much about my personal life either on here...huh.  No professional life stuff, no personal life stuff...what the hell do I even write about?  Is anyone even out there?

crickets.

Yeah.  So, like I was saying, I get really motivated to write about these things sometimes (usually when I'm nowhere near a computer) but then when I sit down to actually tell you, Internet, I just kinda...lose interest in spilling the details.  Not that the details are even that interesting, but you know what I mean.  I hope that doesn't hurt your feelings.  I'll still be here for a sarcastic post every now and again.  And I'll still be reading all of YOUR blogs, because, obviously I'm very good at using my time at work to be productive, and I enjoy reading about all the wild and crazy things that happen out in blogging land.   They're just not happening to me, and I am more than okay with that.

Ok, I'm off for the last leg of the New York Extravaganza  DC Birthday celebration - chips, salsa and margaritas.  Can't go wrong there.

To Blog or Not to Blog

I don't have much to say this afternoon.  All of my attorneys are gone and I've got half an hour or so to kill.

But don't worry Internet, you're not my "well I guess since I'm SO bored and have NOTHING BETTER to do, I'll just write some random stuff down for Internet.  Because I feel like I should."

I was catching up on some other blogs and ran across the reason why one of my faves, KLC hasn't been blogging much as of late.  And, I really understand her reasoning and wholeheartedly agree with the fact that blogging shouldn't be about popularity contests and cat fights and cliques.  It was bad enough in high school, it's bad enough on other public websites like facebook, and it's bad enough when even when you're out of school altogether and you feel like you've joined the "adult world" and left that nonsense behind, you realize that sometimes grown ups can be just as immature and hurtful as our 16 year old selves were.  Blogging should be about the fact that you are inspired to write, that you enjoy doing it for yourself, and focus on the feel-good relationships you've established with those other readers/bloggers who support you, and vice versa.

The thing I really like about blogging is that (in the ideal sense) you write what you want, and the people who keep coming back to read you are drawn to you for a reason.  If you read a blog depicting someone who has ideas and writing styles that you aren't interested in or flat out disagree with, you close the window and move on.   You see into the lives of people that you would most likely be friends with in real life, and you have emotional reactions to what the blogger is going through because you feel you have established a relationship with them in a sense.  For me, writing here is more of a therapeutic thing; of writing simply for the enjoyment of it; and I am just fine with the fact that yes, probably only three people come across my page in a day. 

And if they like it, great!  If they think I'm boring, well, thats ok too. 

I got an email from my best friend from college yesterday for Valentine's Day, and we hadn't been in contact for a while, probably a few months.  It totally made my day to email back and forth with her, and I got that "feel-good" feeling you have reading words of love and support from someone even though they're not standing right in front of you.  I forgot how good a personal e-mail can feel from someone you care about.  She mentioned how she still follows my blog and how even though we don't speak that often, she likes that she can still get a glimpse into what's going on in my life and how she likes my writing style (thanks, Lib!) 

It's that one small comment that re-ignites the fun of blogging altogether.  So I applaud KLC, and Clink, and Barbie, and all the other bloggers that I read who have recently had doubts about what to write and how often to write and personal information boundaries and all the rest of it.  Because whatever each blogger chooses to put out there (because yes, you can be scary at times Internet) is their personal choice, and readers should respect it.  Whether they agree or not.

Anyway, that's my soapbox.  This weekend I'm  going on a pseudo-date with a guy that I recently met.  I say pseudo, because a: its someone I met through work, and b: it's a tailgate with a bunch of people he went to college with, so it's more beer pong and yelling and pretending I'm back in college than dinner and a movie type of deal.  But I'm that more a beer and yelling type of girl, I guess.    Oh, and c: I haven't been on a date in mmmmmmm about 3 years.  First dates make me uncomfortable; I'm a bit rusty in the category, but I'll just wing it.

Happy 3-day Weekend, Internet!  (or 2 day weekend.  If you don't have President's Day off, well, your office just isn't very patriotic.)