Sleep

After two weeks of not sleeping, I finally got a decent nights sleep. What I consider decent is probably a bad nights sleep for most people. I was only up twice last night and that was just to go to the bathroom. Though, I still have two weeks of sleep to make up for. At this point, I don't know if my body and mind will ever catch up to sleep because I am so far behind. The good thing is that I don't want to cry or scream at anyone, so that's an improvement. Next comes the good mood. Any day now...

Amy and Joey

I need to vent about Amy Fisher and Joey Buttafuoco. This whole situation is ridiculous and we need to stop paying attention to it. They are white trailer trash and should not be given the time of day. I am ashamed that they are from Long Island. The whole thing with them getting back together is obviously a publicity stunt and they are just doing it for money. We should not encourage this type of behavior.

What type of MAN would take back a woman after she shot his wife? A money-hungry one! They deserve each other and should crawl away in a hole where no one can see them. They make me sick!

P.S. I just learned that cicada's are about to come up from the ground any day now. They are gross and creepy. Can't wait!

I Feel Like a Man Who Had His Balls Beaten

I am sitting at my desk with a cold pack sitting between my legs and I feel like a man who was kicked in the balls. I have never been in as much pain as I am right now.

I was playing softball yesterday and pulled both of my quad muscles. I didn't realize that I could be in this much pain. It is horrible. I thought I was in good shape until this happened. I am determined to get my legs in better shape and stretch more. I never want to be in this much pain again!

Jewish Guilt

I need to vent about Jewish guilt for a few minutes. As a Jew, I am entitled to do this. Jewish guilt is like no other guilt on the planet. It makes you do some crazy and stupid things. Not only do I have a very close relationship with my mother, but I have the Jewish guilt on top of that. I receive the guilt all of the time and then have the problem of giving in to it. Yes, this is a problem because I end up doing this that I would not normally do. I go back and forth in my head all of the time about whether I should do things and once I finally make up my mind... there is the Jewish guilt that comes into play. It messes me up. I end up doing things that I don't want to do and giving in to other people.

I have come to realize that mothers are not the only ones to give Jewish guilt... it's a whole conspiracy. Anyone who is Jewish can give this type of guilt. And stupid me gives in to everyone.

I consider myself extremely independent, except when it comes to other people giving advice combined with the Jewish guilt. I need to just stop telling people stuff and asking for advice. Now I look like an idiot and have the Jewish guilt to thank! The only good thing about Jewish guilt is that it is a good excuse when I do something stupid.

Really Bad Gas

I am a naturally gassy person, but this time I am exceptionally gassy. I don't know what is wrong with me... but I feel like a huge bubble of gas is inside me and won't pop.

I have my first softball game tomorrow and am extremely nervous. I am going to look like a complete moron. I figure that as long as I look cute it won't really matter.

So, I have to talk about this ridiculously hot guy who works in my company. I saw him with Paul Lo Duca when he was here and figured he was a PR guy for the Mets. Then I was just walking to the mail room a little while ago and saw him walking around with other people. He obviously works in my company. If anyone saw this guy they would agree. I wish I had a picture. He has these amazing eyes that just stare right at you and you don't want them to look away. On top of being absolutely gorgeous, he looks like the nicest person ever. I would love to have a conversation with him to see if his personality matches his looks. Then again... maybe I don't, because I wouldn't want a bad personality to ruin the looks. He's one of those pretty boys you just want to look at. Of course I looked at the ring finger... nothing there. I guess it doesn't matter though... blah, blah, blah.

Boooooring Day!

I can't wait for this day to be over. I am dragging ass like no other day. I have no desire to do anything... not that I have anything to do. It is so hard sitting through an 8 hour day with no work.

I am also looking forward to going to see Spider-Man 3 tonight. We already have the tickets and it should be fun. I'm also a little nervouse because I'm going to be meeting 2 little family members. I'm sure they will tell the rest of the family what I'm like and everything that went on. I hate kids! Just kidding.

I'm so bored that I don't even have anything to write about.

Actually Working

Yesterday was a day chock full (new favorite phrase) of work. I just don't understand how some businesses stay in business with the crappy work that they do. We are a multi-billion dollar company and the printing company can't even do the work that we ask them to. I just don't get it. It amazes me. Now I sound like a snooty executive. Score!

Today is a little less eventful. It's a lot of waiting around for work to come back to me to have to correct and send it back again. I am also in the process of writing a letter for the CEO of our company, which is huge. That is very exciting.

I am also feeling a little sick because I finished an entire bag of chips in 2 days. I have two more bags on my desk, but those will not be opened. They don't look as appetizing anyway. I don't understand how I am not a fat pig with the amount of crap I eat.

I am looking forward to going to the golf range today. I can't wait to get on the actual golf course... that takes a little more effort. I need to find someone to go with me. Though my plans are depending on someone (mother!) calling me. I love waiting around for other people... because I am so busy!

A Little Disappointed

So I just went downstairs to meet Paul Lo Duca from the Mets and he was very nice, but was not taking pictures with people. I have a very cute picture with Mr. Met, but I was hoping for one with Paul. He signed a picture for me, but I'm greedy and want more. Oh well. I guess I'll have to deal. He's very cute in person. He almost has this shyness quality about him that is very endearing. Overall, very nice and understanding. I'm assuming the whole picture thing was not up to him, but his publicists. Being in Public Relations I understand.

An Eventful Weekend

When you are 25 years old you expect the drama to stop... apparently not. This weekend was chock full of drama. When different personalties meet and mingle, things tend to happen. That is what happened this weekend. Between the drinking and the mingling, emotions errupted and tempers flared. Not a good situation. Thankfully, things have settled down and everyone made it out alive. No harm, no foul.

Now that the drama is over, I can look back and am glad that the night happened. I actually think that it worked out for everyone. We all learned who we can trust and who we can't trust, and we learned a few things about people. Sometimes the drunk nights can be a good thing... sometimes.

The Blogging Has Begun

I am officially a blogger. Yes, it has taken me this long to welcome the world of blogging, but I am doing it. I never really understood blogging and the idea of people posting personal information on the web for everyone to see. I now realize that blogging is for people who have nothing to do at work. I am one of those people.

A friend has introduced me to this interesting and somewhat overwhelming world of blogging. Everyone is doing it! I'm assuming workplaces want us to post on blogs or else they would block the site, right? At least that is how I see it.

It is Friday and I am thrilled. For those people who don't know me, I'm a little neurotic with planning and organizing. I have to have everything planned down to the minute (literally, I have the mintues written down on the pad next to me) or else I freak! I will get worried that I have nothing to do and no one wants to hang out with me. I realize that this is not the case because when the weekend comes I am always packed with a plethara of stuff to do.

Tonight is shopping night. I have things that I need to get and things that I want to get... all of which are written down on the pad next to me as well. Like I said... neurotic. Tomorrow I have something special planned during the day, but I am not willing to share that at the moment. That will come at a later time. Tomorrow night is ladies night! I love ladies night. It involves sushi and lots of drinking. Stories will come later.

I am realizing how addictive this can be. I truly could go on for ever and ever... but I won't... until I get bored again.