Confessions of a Dirrty Mind

Highs and Lows of Florida Trip:

I got tan.
I saw 3 car accidents.  Floridians cannot drive.
Jeff got really excited when I said "pop" (instead of soda) -- it was adorable.
Saw Fahrenheit 9/11.  No loud political debates ensued afterwards.
Watched a Will Ferrell SNL sketch like 4 times.
Jeff imitated said sketch 25 times.
Lounged at Jeff's pool.
Lounged at beach.
Lounged on couch.
Saw Jeff. 

Big Low:
In the case of this trip, going down was much easy than coming back up. (dirrty!) My flight from Tampa to Atlanta was delayed 3 hours --after we were already on the plane.  I didn't get into Atlanta until 1:30 in the morning on Monday.  The next flight to Des Moines didn't leave until 9:45am, so I was forced to sleep in Gate 27 of the Atlanta airport.  Then my flight out was delayed by a couple hours, so I didn't actually get to Des Moines until 12:30 in the afternoon.  Went home, showered, went to work.  No fun.

With Season Two of Angel now under my belt, I can't help but realize that I just don't care about what happens to the characters on the show.  I'm seriously in love with Christian Kane and with his exit, watching the show just isn't as exciting.  I watched Season Two like I watched Season Six of Buffy, four episodes a day.  I couldn't wait to get the next episode to see what would happen.  But after Lindsay left Wolfram and Hart, I didn't really care how the season ended.  (Even though seeing Cordy as a princess was quite fun to watch).  Maybe I'll get out of this funk, maybe with Season Three they'll be something else to keep my mind off of Lindsay.  It's also all so weird watching old episodes knowing how it all ends. 
 
Got my hair cut.  Super cute.  Dyed it back to black.  I've already got lots of "You're so cute!"  Yes, I know, thank you. 
 
I leave for Florida on Friday.  I'm hoping that I don't look too pasty amongst all the tan bodies.  Okay, so I'm going to look pasty, but hopefully not so much that everyone points and laughs.  Maybe just pointing?  
 

I'm.
So.
Frickin.
Bored.

I just want to go home and watch "Angel." I borrowed Season One from "uberhot account rep" and got through it in a little less than a week (I had already seen a few episodes though, so I skipped those). I got Season Two on Monday and I think it's already MUCH better than Season One. I'm hoping to get through Season Three before he leaves (last I heard he's leaving at the end of the month, so wish me luck). I'm still in awe of Brian's "Weekend-o-Angel" where he bought and watched all three Seasons within 3 or so days. Apparently he had a boring weekend. (And I ask "Where was I?")

My new nickname is Trucker Harvey. No reason. It just is. Learn it, love it, live it.

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Hope everyone had a good 4th...

My 3-day weekend was very decent, got to see all the fam. Dad and I went out Saturday night, good ol' fashioned father-daughter bonding over Bud Light. We came home and decided to make eggs ( I ate mine with ice cream -- an act that prompted my father to ask if I was pregnant -- "No I'm just drunk and really hungry.") Sunday was the yearly 4th of July party, watching fireworks over the Mississippi. They do the thing where the music is timed with the fireworks (patriotic music such as "God Bless the USA" etc.) This year though they got jiggy wit it and set off fireworks to such classics as "Hey Ya" and "Bring me to Life." Call me an old fuddy duddy, but no thanks.

I got a Happy Meal yesterday with a Barbie toy (I really wanted the Tony Hawk toy, but since I'm a girl they gave me Barbie). She's "Beach Barbie" with blonde hair, white tank and shorts, and these horrid purple sandal things. I decided to make her cool looking...so I gave her red, blue and purple streaks, wrote "PUNK" on her t-shirt, gave her serious black eyeliner, colored her shoes and legs to make it look like she has knee-high boots on, and gave her black and blue bracelets. Now she kinda looks like a gothic hooker.

Spiderman-2 is totally rad.

hee. hee. hee. 

I got a coupon today from Victoria's Secret in the mail. It says "Free cotton panty for you and your friends." Does this mean I have to share my cotton panty with my friends?

I had a dream last night that one of our team underwriters fowarded an email joke to our entire site, because he thought it was just the funniest thing ever. Everyone in our team meeting was laughing so hard after reading the joke, their eyes were watering. The punchline basically boiled down to someone not knowing the difference between titanium and silver. I don't get it.
Does this mean something??