nooooooooooooo!!!

ding-honk has disappeared to the dark side. mark bellhorn, a crucial player in last season's red sox world championship, was designated for assignment on august 19th, released a week later, and just today, the yankees (cough, gag, puke, patooey) signed him. noooooooooo, bellhorn, the 2nd baseman, and alan embree, one of bosox's closers, both wear pinstripes now...

and what's worse? there's 3-game series between the red sox and the yankees coming up on sept.9 in nyc. and bellhorn will be playing against ortiz and varitek and nixon and sniffffllllle. you have no idea how incredibly sad i am. weep.... you'll always be a boston red sox player to me.

the sox shouldn't have dropped him, and now,
the evil biatches have stolen him away. argh. :(

ghetto chinatowns

why are chinatowns so sketchy? in every city -- boston, new york, dc, san fran, philly even. like.. you just don't want to be wandering around chinatown at night. and the chinatown bus, wherever you're going, is bound to be notorious for being unreliable, slow, or easily flammable. haha.

so why? chinese people aren't sketchy, are they? i guess hispanic-town or vietnam-town is seedy too... but what about little italy? are we worried about the mafia there? and southie? irish thugs? so really, why is it that any area of town with a predominant ethnic culture is considered not-as-safe?

so sad.. they all serve such good food too..

in other news, if you're curious, check out alllooksame.com -- it's hilarious.. but slightly depressing 'cause i scored a whopping 5. out of 18. i suck. shouldn't i know better?? guess not... :)

this is real?

"Diploma, done. Now what?":

For about one year in my youth, I thought I wanted to design cars. My parents signed me up for a stack of car magazines, and I poured over them, sketching imaginative visions in a notebook beside my bed. Bouncing along in the school bus, I proudly told my friends about my destined profession -- ''automotive engineer" -- with the kind of certainty I have long since forgotten.

I couldn't help but wonder what that kid who devoted hours to sketching out his fantasies would say to me now.

once upon a time, long long ago, i fantasized about being:
1) a firefighter
2) a pediatrician
3) a FBI agent
4) a landscape designer, haha

... but in all honesty, i can't remember all the things that i dreamed about doing.. or becoming; they were whims and floating wishes. nowadays, i just want to find a "job that'll make me happy." if only i knew what that job actually was..

i must admit that my current position isn't exactly thrilling, but for the time being, it's actually okay. it's a good experience, and i'm learning things that i wouldn't learn anywhere else, and i can say that i don't regret taking this job -- and denying others. and yet, it doesn't get me out of the bed in the mornings...

so what does? diploma done. but where to next? and after that? my diploma's lying in my closet somewhere (or maybe it's on my bookshelf, i can't remember)... should i take better care of that $160,000 piece of paper?

man, kids are lied to so much.. everything from "there aren't any negative numbers, oh just kidding" to "once you're out of college, you can do anything you want! oh wait, what about grad school and resume-building-experiences? and by the way, rent is $800." poor kiddos, we should start telling them at kindergarten that they should eat PB&J, watch cartoons, and stay 3'5" forever. once you get taller, things aren't as simple.

tick tock ticktock

("12:52am" is circled in red) damnit, i suck at going to bed early! it's so much more fun staying up late, going running and munching on fruit, watching jay leno and talking to people online. college schedules worked better for me: 10am to 4am. hehehe.

google: grand or greedy?

i admit it -- i like google. they're interesting, they're intelligent, kinda spunky, kinda fun, quite amusing. hell, they change their logo whenever there's a holiday. :) but recently, there's been a whole slew of news articles and analyses that criticize the company, questioning whether or not they're on the path from innocent, innovative underdog to monopolizing, evil, conglomerate, and overwhelming ruler of the technological world.

and i can't decide. i'm a little torn.. i'm a little worried -- i don't want google employees to start wearing starched white collared shirts and uber-pleated pants. i know too many people that work for google, and i don't want them to succumb to an uptight, conforming business mold. why do i even care? 'cause i use google constantly, almost non-stop... google search, google news, froogle, google images, blogger, toolbar, translate, gmail, groups, maps, earth. if i needed a desktop search, i'd most likely use their new and improved desktop search. if i didn't already have a good, solid photo organizer/program, i'd use picasa. has google taken over my life?!

ehhh, probably. haha. and i've recently discovered google talk (or g-talk, as i think it should be called.. hehe). it's simple and straightforward, a bit different and strange compared to the AIM program that i've been using for the past 8 years. but really, it's sorta neat.

so here's my conclusion: i don't really care if google's out to take over the world. they're good, that's what matters. until they blatantly steal my privacy, become stuck-up and greedy, and infiltrate my computer with viruses, i'll be just fine using their services. take that, microsoft!

p.s. i love apple too.
p.p.s. what's with the weird, shortened nav bar on the top of my screen?!
p.p.p.s. the linked nytimes article is obviously in favor of google. if you're interested in seeing the other side of the issue, check out foxnews. oh wait, just kidding.. sorta. check out this stuff -- it's google news' link to well.. news on google.

daydreams

mmm... this time last year, i was in hawaii, snorkeling with turtles, eating amazing food, and enjoying the island life. maaaaaaaaannnn...

don't breathe in

that's me with an unsmiley face. and that's a gigantic green germ hovering over me... it's evil.

college

ahhh, the recently-released princeton review's college rankings (not to be confused with US news and world report's rankings (more official, more about qualifications and stats, not quite based on student opinion and feedback), released a few weeks ago):

toughest to get into:
1) mit (yesssssss!)
2) yale (pshaw)
3) princeton
4) harvard
5) franklin olin college of engineering

mwhaha, we beat the ivies.

stone-cold sober schools:
1) brigham young university
2) usafa (really?)
3) wheaton college (il)

hmm.. avoid the mormons.

happiest students:
1) stanford university
2) whitman college
3) brown university
4) southern methodist univ.
5) rhodes college

oh boo on you, stanford. BOO! i could've been happy!!

most beautiful campus:
1) pepperdine univ

hmmm.. DUH. how can malibu not be beautiful?!

oh, what interesting rankings. funny how mit didn't make it to "happiest students" or "most beautiful campus"... :)

coughcoughcoughcough

my boss, the dear man, has a chronic cough. persistent, constant, never-ending. and it's driving me insane.

at first, i felt bad that he was sorta sick. a week later, i thought -- man, he really needs to drink more liquids. by the fourth week, i considered suggesting a doctor's appointment for this summer ailment. two and a half months later, it's just annoying. he sits in the cubicle right next to me... and germs fly. and soon, i think i'm gonna contact scott adams with a new-found dilbert comic idea.

would it be not-so-good to buy him a ginormous bag of cough drops or lozenges? hint hint...

lunch in the park

actually, lunch in the playground.

yup, i often eat my lunches outside in the playground. i used to sit on the benches in the park, but creepy old men would approach, so now, i sit on a bench in the playground, protected by the happy, little kiddos running around. :)

kids are adorable. granted, i might not think that same thing once i actually have kids of my own, but for the time being, they're great. or at least, great to watch.

last week, while i was reading my book and eating, a little boy wandered up and sat down next to me on the bench. and he proceeded to eat the rest of my goldfish. then, his mom, noticing that he was munching away on someone else's food, yelled at him, "isaiah! stop bothering her!" so he smiled at me, hopped off the bench, and ran off towards his mom. two minutes later, he returned. and gave me a pretzel. hehe, i got a free pretzel. :O)

today, some kid was frantically running around the playground in circles with his right hand down the back of his pants. after 10 minutes of exhaustive circling, he squatted behind a tree. and then, a minute later, he stood up, retracted his hand, smelled his fingers, and wiped them on his shorts.

hahahahaha, ew. i feel really bad when his mom discovers those shorts. and his fingers. :)

mmm, just some stories to brighten your monday. man, what i'd give to be able to run around the playground...

old men = ew

what's with OLD MEN?

old. not 25, not 30 <-- that's not actually old. but like.. 45 to 65-year-old men. do they just have nothing to do around here? are they bored? are their wives on vacation? 'cause really, they need to stop hitting on innocent young 20-something-year-olds!!!! like me!

i can handle sketchy college-age guys -- you just laugh, brush it off, accept the compliment or drink, run to your nearest friend, and engage in conversation with others. but how am i supposed to blatantly disregard wrinkly old dudes who try and strike up a conversation? how do you respond to a 60-year-old guy who calls you "hot"? damnit, i'm never running on a treadmill again, no matter how humid/hot it is outside. at least if i was running on pavement, i could've sprinted away. or next time, i'll swim away, leaving them in my wake -- and i'll splash them in the face! it's like my friends' fathers trying to get a date -- YUCK! ew ew ew ewewewewew. EW.

the park, the pool, the exercise room, a bookstore. these are INNOCENT and extraordinarily benign settings. old men are supposed to be fun and trustworthy, amusing and wise. not SKETCHY. argh. what's with the washington, dc and surrounding areas? will someone get these guys some ass so that they'll leave me alone?!

help.

creativity has been lost

i still think it should've been GOOMAIL. sigh, there's nothing unique about "gmail". google, are you listening?!

gobble gobble? (wait, that's a turkey...)

normal city (like boston, nyc, etc): pigeons EVERYWHERE!







washington, DC: no pigeons.


where are all the pigeons??!?! what kind of city doesn't have pigeons?!?!?!

news, what else?

man, i'm never complaining about the cost of public transportation anymore (and the DC metro is expensive-r than most!)


haha, such truth. it's that firehose analogy again.

lime pee

for some odd reason, i LOVE this advertisement. it's great! it's crude. :) plus, i love limes. i think i'm gonna switch careers: from science to advertising. i could come up with commercials and print media 20 times better than the stupid stuff that's in magazines and on tv right now... i think.

bullshit

i would like to be a congressman. why, you ask?

i'll tell you why -- a congressman's work schedule is ridiculous. it's so ridiculous that it's amusing. these people are the ones who are making and changing our laws, and they work... wait, it's coming... less than 8 months out of the year. 8 months. and each month, they get a 1-week break too. unbelievable!!! 8 months of work, a lot of skipped committee meetings, a bunch of money and press, and a shitload of vacation.

the 109th Congress (2005):
Jan 4: 109th Congress convenes
Jan 17 - 21: MLK District work period
Feb 21 - 25: President's Day District work period
Mar 21 - April 1: Spring District work period
May 30 - June 3: Memorial Day District work period
July 4 - July 8: Independence Day District work period
Aug 1 - Sept 5: Summer District work period
Sept 30: target adjournment

yeah yeah, i'm sure they do some sort of "work" during that 120-day break... but c'mon, this is government we're talking about here....

welcome to.... not alaska!

these are all the states i've visited. not bad, 45%!


these are all the states i've visited AND driven through... hmm, i think i've gotten the northeast, southeast, and midwest down pretty well, huh? time to move west/northwest? :)


okay okay, yeah yeah, i'm failing miserably at concentrating. i feel like a high school sophomore trying to read a chemistry textbook.

h-days are great :)

hump days are always the best, no matter what, and today has been no exception. (no sarcasm here, i'm totally serious -- i love hump days!)

this morning, despite having gone to bed at the ridiculous hour of 2am (please remember that i am no longer in college, and 2am in the working world of 9-5 weekdays is late, so sue me), i woke up not-as-groggily-as-i-thought-i'd-be at 7:30, jumped in the shower, did my whole morning routine, and made it to work via the wondrous metro by 9:10. i was greeted happily by our new front-desk assistant (who is, by the way, a little too happy for his own good. yeah, i'm still jaded), and i proceeded to my desk on the 2nd floor, which was still dark ‘cause i was the first one here.

anyway, in the midst of the morning, while doing “work,” i reached for my coffee cup, filled with steaming hot, freshly brewed coffee, sweetened with two spoonfuls of regular sugar, and somehow managed to dribble a circular pattern of coffee onto the front of my light yellow shirt while taking a gulp. seriously, the coffee drips were in a circular pattern... just near my left boob. i’m just that good.

knowing that coffee is notorious for permanent staining, i immediately jumped up and ran to the bathroom. it’s a private bathroom, and you can lock the door… once inside, really, the idea of splashing water and soap onto my chest wasn’t appealing, so instead, i stripped and washed, dunking three-quarters of my shirt under the running water. and afterwards, squeezed it as dry as possible with the paper towels sitting nearby. much better – except for one tiny problem: my light yellow shirt, oh-so-lovely, now had a GINORMOUS wet spot (more like.. a wet crater).. and well, it was sooo obvious that it was wet. thankfully, we live in cubicles, so i hid behind my walls till lunchtime.

you think that’s the end? no way.

for lunch, since the weather is so nice today (seriously! i’m not kidding! bearable weather in DC today, come visit! once in a lifetime opportunity!) and because the a/c was freezing my still-damp shirt, i brought my lunch outside to the park. half an hour later, i returned to the office only to find the door locked. indeed, this sometimes happens because the front-desk dude goes to lunch or runs an errand, and we’re a small enough organization that we each have keys to the front door. but i didn’t have my key because i’d left it upstairs on my desk. oh well damn, back to the park for more lunchtime – i did, after all, still have an apple left. so i returned to my bench, sat down, opened my newsweek, and proceeded to munch on my awesome apple. five minutes in, i noticed something --- ahhhhhhh nooooooooooo, more dribbles on my just-dried shirt! man i suck. apple juice likes to stain too… sigh.

so back to the office bathroom (the front door had miraculously been unlocked, despite the fact that there wasn’t anyone at the front desk). strip, wash, dry again. this whole routine is getting pretty insane. and alas, 4 hours after the first fiasco, my shirt has, once again, an enormous wet crater on the front of it.

haha. but it’s still nice outside, and i finished my apple, and now, it’s back to work for the rest of the afternoon. and hump day’s still looking good. :) oh, and i have no more food or drink left, so hopefully, i won’t have to do the strip-wash-dry cycle for a third time today. haha, just in case you wanted to know. :O)

book it for an ibook

did you hear about the richmond ibook insanity?

and i actually seriously considered going to get a $50 ibook until they announced that it'd be for henrico county residents only. bastards. on second thought though, and with the release of these hilarious (but slightly horrendous) photos and information, i'm glad i stayed home and slept. really glad.

in short, henrico county public schools (in richmond, va) were selling 1,000 of their used apple ibook laptops to the public for $50 each. on sale at 7am on tuesday, august 16th. it turns out that 5,000 people showed up, some around 1:30am, to try and get one, and when the gates finally opened, the rush of people-needing-laptops turned into a stampede. 70 police officers had to struggle to control the chaos, and 17 people were hurt with 4 being sent to the hospital. the quotes are nuts:

Latoya Jones, 19, said, "I could not move, I could not breathe." She said she lost a flip-flop in the ordeal and limped around on the sizzling blacktop with one foot bare.

"It's like the people are going to die if they don't get a computer," Lester Caudill said. "This is like the last chopper out of Saigon."

and being the great americans we are,

Some people managed to make money off the sale -- one man sold his laptop on-site for $200. An eBay entrepreneur was offering 100 T-shirts for $7.50 apiece that read: "I went to Henrico County for a $50 iBook . . . but all I got was kicked in the [vulgarity]." By 7 p.m. a dozen had been ordered.

hahaha. total insanity -- check out the articles in the washingtonpost and richmond times-dispatch (including the accompanying articles about people being incredibly pissed). apparently, there's another 8,000 laptops that the county still wants to sell. maybe they'll do a better job of planning/managing the next time around. phew!

depressing news

some days, the news is just plain depressing. i mean really, glancing at these headlines and reading the associated articles just makes me sad.. or mad. or feeling blah.

"Spanish troops die in Afghan crash"
"Leaders in Iraq Extend Deadline on Constitution"
"Dozens are Detained as Standoff at Gaza Settlement Turns Rough"
"Inflation Jumps 0.5 Percent"
"Protest mom's husband files for divorce"
"158 Likely Dead in Venezuela Plane Crash"
"U.S. cites mad cow safety violations"
"Powerful quake shakes northern Japan"
"30 Inmates Die in Guatemala"
"Silent and empty DC office induces Sleepiness"
"Someone Tell the President the War is Over"
"Oil Fortune Bound in Red Tape"

oh wait, one of those is fake. haha.
yawwwwwwwwn. work, coffee, work!

weekend epiphanies

this past weekend, i went rock climbing outdoors with a bunch of DC climbers. one of the guys had previously arranged a "newbie" day, so being a newbie to the area and a medium-newbie to the sport, i accepted the invite and tagged along. bright and early saturday morning, still in the cool maryland air, routes and top-ropes and crash pads were already set, and we started the mingling and climbing.

by late morning, i had comfortably sent 3 routes and made 15 new friends. and as we sat around, chatting about beef jerky, nicknames, hair gel, climbing shoes, and work, i realized something -- these people enjoy their lives. most of them spend their weekdays, like me, stuck in some office cubicle doing work that may or may not excite them, and though not everyone is lucky enough to find a perfect-o job, this other stuff counts too. two of the people, "vegas" and alice, both in their late-20s, have young kids, ages 1ish and 2ish. and as they belayed one another, they talked about their recent problems in trying to feed their picky kiddos. and as amused as the rest of us young'uns were, we were more amazed and inspired -- there is no better place to discuss your kids' diets than on a climbing trip at the end of summer.

so it's monday again, humid and slow, but there's gotta be something good in the day. so it goes, this is life. :)

trade your newborn for a tank of gas

uh huh. except NOW, it's hovering around $2.50 for regular unleaded. and in the city, it's at $2.60ish. and california and hawaii residents probably have to dig into their children's college funds just to drive their kids to summer camp. ridiculous -- mr. bush, what the hell is going on?!

job listing: burglar

burglar. wouldn't it be cool to be a secretive and successful thief?

okay okay okay, i know that i sound insane. but seriously, what better way to make loads and loads of money? think about it: there's meticulous research, extensive planning, massive creativity and imagination, and a buttload of adrenaline and guts needed to be a burglar. and teamwork! teamwork too. and patience -- if anything, that's a virtue in this line of work. if you can do all those well, that's a skillset worthy of notice. seriously.

granted, it's not the most respected or glorious of careers, and there's always that possibility of being caught, prosecuted, and sent to prison for the rest of your living days (or being killed in a police shootout). but really now, at least you can say you've led an interesting life.

who can honestly declare that they didn't like the italian job or thomas crown affair? or hello, ocean's 11? and i know there's a bazillion other movies out there that'll also convince you that burglary is .. well, just a little glamorous. :) you get to travel! and pretend to be different people! and speak new languages and learn about crazy security systems.

alright anyway, while others are probably horrified (and poor) because of these brazilian thieves, i'm simply amused.. and kinda impressed too. it's hilarious -- these guys stole $67.8 million from a Central Bank vault in Sao Paulo, Brazil after digging a 262-foot-long, 28-inch-high tunnel, 13 feet below ground, for the past 3 months. not too shabby, i'll say. no one died, no one's hurt, and those burglars are probably basking on the beach, drinking some good wine right now. oh, and,

"The crime that netted $67.8 million was remarkably similar to a tunnel heist last year in which more than $1 million was stolen from a Sao Paulo company that transports money for banks. The suspected mastermind of that caper reportedly had escaped from prison three years earlier -- by digging a tunnel."

hahaha.

yowzers

does anyone else find this extremely disturbing?
Chavez: U.S. will "bite the dust" if it invades

even venezuela hates us with a passion; it'd rather be friends with iran. and a world youth festival inspires this much hatred?

time to move.

this face is induced by...

the miss teen usa pageant on tv. haha.
frustrating emails.
the month of august.
my lazy butt.
muggy weather.
chubby butts on the subway.
sloooow work days.
paper cuts.
a hole in my bank account.


the face says, "argh. ARGH."


anything else?

monday morning mumblings

week 8. for some reason, that's the first thing on my mind. this is week 8 of work... odd, huh? second thought, it's freakin' muggy outside again -- why oh why is the weather so sucky?

peter jennings, age 67, died of lung cancer yesterday. and somehow, i'm sad. as young as i may be, i remember watching peter jennings, tom brokaw, and dan rather on the evening news. their stints as anchormen began during the first years of my life. my parents always turned on the tv while cooking dinner, and i came to enjoy world news -- solemn, serious, and very real -- every night. i watched them during the elections, during the olympics, during the wars.... since last december, each of the major network's anchors have gradually left their positions, allowing newer faces to take their places. but just as the older generations will probably never forget walter cronkite or david brinkley, i think i'll always remember these three. strange.. and sad. nowadays, i never watch the news anymore -- i read it on the internet instead. but maybe, i'll get back into it...

in other news, i found a new favorite tv show. grey's anatomy on abc, sunday nights at 10pm. :) hehe, so sue me, i'm a bio major after all... :)

oh how is it monday again???

nerdy bookworm i am

like yoda i speak.

i admit it -- i've regressed in my ways, and i've turned back into the bookworm that i used to be at the age of 12. wait, i think i've always been a bookworm. but anyway, recently, harry potter has me hooked. go ahead, call me a nerd, i can handle it! but harry potter is so good! in preparation for the release of book 6 (which happened 2ish weeks ago), i started rereading books 3, 4, and 5. having not remembered much of any of them, it was awesome to plunge into forgotten stories. and now that i'm done with the previous three, i've furiously begun to read book 6 -- and i'm so distressed already! hahaha. go me. :)

shhh.. i'm doing work..

.. not really.

if you check googlism.com or just type "steph is" into google (replacing "steph" with your name, of course), you get an awesome string of results. the best of mine:

steph is h4x0ring again
steph is reading
steph is god
steph is andy's friend. she is kind of like a punk nerd.
steph is the best female wrestler
steph is a booger
steph is a strategical genius
steph is always known for lending peeps a hand when they get in a jam with their computer or with html stuff
steph is supposedly distracting chris
steph is due on oct 10 and that's getting mighty close
steph is having a discussion with her family about people changing their ways
steph is one hot lady
steph is da best
steph is mean
steph is a night owl
steph is an aggressive forward who is not afraid to go into the corners to dig out the puck
steph is not for sale
steph is a bleeding heart liberal
steph is discovered by a ninja
steph is still dead


hahahahaha.

nothingness

DC's Month of Nothingness

it's true -- washington is dead in august. nothing's happening -- no congressmen, no president, no important people. all the ceo's and 2nd rankers are on vacation, all the kids are at camp, all the interns are leaving. even the boy scouts have disappeared. only the lowly staff remain... my office is practically empty, and we end up getting in later, taking longer lunches, and leaving earlier because well, nothing's on a timeline. no deadline, no due date, just a month's worth of pausing. makes getting up in the mornings kinda rough... :)

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aha! my work-related issues!


psst. comment away; you don't hafta be a "member" now (i changed the settings). but if you comment as 'anonymous,' i'll come find you and kick you in the butt.

happiness in small doses

happiness comes in small doses; i get weary when something awesome occurs, 'cause usually, it's immediately followed by something horrible. man, if you haven't noticed yet, that statement revealed that i'm the ultimate cynic. haha. but i can handle happiness in small doses -- they're good and hearty and warm. (please note that all the sentences below end with an invisible smiley face). :)

un: today is hump day.
deux: the red sox beat the royals last night, and the yankees lost to the indians last night... meaning that the red sox are now 3.5 games up in the AL east. yay, and mwhahahaha to the yankees.
trois: i climbed last night. twas lovely.
quatre: i get a free lunch today. even lovelier.
cinq: it's getting closer to the 5th of the month, which means that my credit card cycle will soon end, and i'll have a clean slate on which to accumulate massive amounts of new charges. we'll ignore the fact that i still have to pay off this month's credit card bill 'cause that interferes with my "happiness" thoughts.
six: my phone rang last night!
sept: all 309 passengers and crew in the air france plane crash in toronto yesterday evening survived. phew.

there, seven spoonfuls. that should last me a full week. :)

mm mmm good

i drink coffee in the mornings. i think all city people are coffee drinkers in some way or another... boston, ny, san fran, dc. i dunno, it seems that way. and i drink it too -- one cup with sugar, no cream, no milk (unless there's skim lying around, but that never happens). my office brews a big pot of it every morning, and we all take turns filling up our mugs with this steaming, hot, black liquid. no worries, i'm not addicted, but i do enjoy having it every once in a while. more than anything else, i love the smell. mmmmmmm.. and today, the smell was different -- i guess whoever brewed it used new coffee beans or something 'cause it's more vanilla-y... yum. :)

google is super-duper

haha. type "failure" into google... do it do it do it! all four of the top results are hilarious. oh google, why don't you have a job for meeeeeeeee?

ugly people abound

argh. sneaky. sneaky! bypassing the senate, bush appointed john bolton as the US ambassador to the UN this morning. using his presidential powers to their fullest, bush took advantage of the august recess and sneaked bolton in, whether or not congress approved. presidente says, "i chose john because of his vast experience in foreign policy, his integrity, and his willingness to confront difficult problems head on." what?!?! wtf, integrity? willingness to confront problems? hello, confront problems by providing past documents, not by sucking up to the president in hopes that he'll get you in the door. SIGH. ugly butts.

monday morning, and i'm already tired and frustrated. what a great omen for the week ahead... i need a vacation.

but in attempts at being optimistic and glowing, here's a happy fact of the morning: i ate a krispy kreme donut. :) it wasn't hot or sticky, but it was still fresh and as fattening and yummy as ever. ahhh, the south, keeping waistlines large. and mmmm, it's sunny and hot again in the capital.