Loading....... Please Wait.

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Ugh. I feel horrible. I seriously feel like I am going to throw. I cannot get sick. My boss would kill me. Is it really necessary for me to get sick every month, God? Shouldn't it be someone else's turn by now?

It doesn't help that I had a really hard time getting to sleep last night. I went to bed at a little after eleven, and I just couldn't seem to get comfortable. Does anyone else ever get little prickly feelings, where it kind of makes you think there might be bugs on you, but it's really nothing? 'Cause that's how I was feeling last night. I ended up taking a bath at around 12:30, which helped trick my mind into thinking that I was normal. After that, I was finally able to fall asleep, but that wasn't until after 1 am. 6 am came far too quickly. Oddly enough, I wasn't all that drowsy on my ride to work. Maybe it was because I took local roads instead of the tollway--no highway hypnosis to contend with. I swear, one of these days I'm going to doze off and crash my car, which would be a very very bad thing.

I really, really don't care that the US women got a silver in gymnastics. Well, that's not completely true. I'm happy for Mohini Bhardwaj and Annia Hatch, because they were actually born in the same decade as me, and were long shots to be in this position. But the rest of the sparkly little teenyboppers just bug me.

-Gracie deluded herself at 8:38 AM

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

My little blog was feeling neglected, so I thought that I would pop over and cheer it up a bit. After all, I really shouldn't be neglecting my darling Chris Pratt.

Turned 27 yesterday, which, in the days leading up to it, had me a bit freaked, what with its perceived closeness to 30 and my utter lack of a meaningful relationship and all, but the day came and went with nary a ripple. Got some nice gifts from mom and dad, including this utterly gorgeous Mary Poppins-themed snow globe which I had asked for, but had not appreciately the actual size of (it's kind of gigantic). No clue where I'm going to put it in the Disney guest room, but I lurve it nonetheless.

I'm finally getting into the Olympic spirit, and I'm totally with Jenai on wanting "ogling the US swimmers" to be a new event. I could totally medal in that! Aaron Peirsol and Lenny Krayzelburg are eminently droolworthy, and practically set the TV screen on fire when they appear in the same shot. Rawr.

I'm still trying to convince Pooh that she needs to go to Disneyland with me next month so we can attend the ABC Primetime Preview Weekend, so everyone get on her case for me, mmmkay? :-P

-Gracie deluded herself at 1:44 PM

Thursday, August 05, 2004

Even though I was just telling Ash how much I hate listening to certain people bitch about their friends, I need to bitch about my own friends a little. :P

My friends and I get together once a week, and it's almost always the same core group of people. There's one couple that used to come more regularly (or at least the husband did), but as time goes by, they seem to show up less and less frequently.

Well, last night they actually bothered to be there, and truthfully, I was less than thrilled, because the wife is a pill. I was even more irritated by what they did when they arrived. They literally came into the house, plopped down on the couch, turned on the TV, and essentially ignored everyone. The rest of us were in the kitchen, talking and getting dinner together, and they were just being completely anti-social. I was flabbergasted by their rudeness. Who does that? Seriously, it was so lame.

Plus I got annoyed because the wife was totally hogging her 7 month old nephew, which is usually my job. :) Partly it bugged me because half the time she can't be bothered by the little cutie-pie, but I also made certain...overtures during the course of the evening that I would like a turn holding the baby. We were over there three hours. Is that too much to ask?

She's such a pain in the ass, and I'm so tired of watching her in-laws--whom I'm good friends with--bend over backwards trying to make her feel welcome, and blaming the rest of us for supposedly not making enough of effort while she makes absolutely no effort at all. Needy women bug me.

-Gracie deluded herself at 2:15 PM