I just checked the Post-Gazette online (I try to read the Pittsburgh papers weekly) and realized that the Pittsburgh Regatta’s this weekend, which is a bummer because I won’t be there. I had soooo much fun last year. Not as much fun as Allan, though, as it was his first trip to Yankee Land and my father got him drunk. Hahaha.

I’m very proud of myself. I finished all of my medicine – yay me! I never, ever finish my medicine, but figured if I didn’t want to lose hearing again, I ought to take all the pills. Gigantic horse pills, no less. Blah. See, I apparently had two severe ear infections for months and had no idea – I wasn’t in any pain – and the pressure on my ear drums was so intense that I actually had pretty serious hearing loss for a while. I thought I just couldn’t hear certain people! Turns out I had a valid excuse for being slightly deaf!

So, there’s this surgeon who’s called me three times today and he’s super-sweet and flirty… and lives in Illinois. One of the times he called was at lunchtime and I was eating a turkey Breugger’s Bagel and we were talking about what we liked for lunch, where we liked to go, etc… I dunno. Stupid story, but fun conversation.

An acquaintance of mine is getting married this weekend and she’s known the guy for less than a year. Crazy! Maybe it can happen like that; you meet someone and just know. I kinda hope that happens to me. I’ll meet someone and wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am I’ll get married.

I called Gregory yesterday to wish him a happy birthday and – gasp – he answered his phone! He probably only answered because he wanted to hear me sing. But anyway, we started talking about our sex lives (because he’s my date to the Kohler wedding and hopes to go home w/ someone other than me!) and it was kinda disturbing. Haha. Eewww. Not that I don’t know Gregory has sex – he’s the biggest man-whore ever – and he knows that I’m not a virgin – but it was weird. Gave me the heebie-jeebies. And it made me laugh. Gregory and I commiserating about our pathetic sex lives. Weird, weird, weird.

2:22. Make a wish. I wish that it was 5:00. Boo. It’s now 2:23.

For the past three days I’ve been having ‘one of those days’. Minor catastrophes have been springing up, which isn’t great considering my ability to handle stress is at an all-time low. I really want to go for a walk around Lake Johnson – that always clears my head and kicks my ass – but the weather has been uncooperative. Maybe this weekend.

So, my mom pissed me off today. I called her and while we were talking, I mentioned that I hadn’t heard from Gregory since the day he received his iPod, which was like a month ago. She was like, “Oh well”. Then I told her I had spoken w/ John yesterday, and Gregory wasn’t talking to him either. And then my mom did the uber-overprotective thing. “Leave him alone! Everyone’s different! Blah, blah, blah.” Aaaahhhhhh! I don’t care how old I get; it will forever drive me insane that she is so overprotective and hyper defensive of Gregory. Saint fucking Gregory. Jason and I hated, hated, hated him when we were growing up. He could do no wrong. It wasn’t until I went away to college that I liked Gregory… I didn’t have to deal w/ him and his halo when I was in Morgantown. Is it like that w/ all babies of the family?

Speaking of Gregory… it’s his birthday tomorrow. #24. So I’m 26, Jason’s 25 and Gregory’s 24. Damn we’re old. And don’t go thinking dirty thoughts about my parents. They’ve never had sex. Spontaneous combustion is how the three of us came to be.

Ok, two mellow songs just played on my iPod. Into the Mystic and Dock of the Bay. Now I’m a bit calmer.

I just took an msnbc.com quiz to see if I’d pass the US Citizenship test – yikes! I got 80% right, but I missed a Freedom of the Press question, which is particularly deplorable because of my major/minor combo: journalism and law. LOL. Oops.

Tylila: I can’t eat or drink anything after midnight.
Me: Oh! You’re a Gremlin!
Tylila: Haha. Yeah.
Me: Or would you rather be Gizmo? He couldn’t eat or drink after Midnight either.
Tylila: I would much rather be Gizmo. He was way cuter. Although, I have to say, the Gremlins had tremendous personality. Especially Spike.

I’m sooooo looking forward to my trip home… :) :) :)

Kohlerhhook1229 (5:25:04 PM): Ya I think she is great, but I think she is very controlling, he isnt allowed to have a bachelor party, and I wasnt allowed to plan one for him, she did
WVUAlicia (5:25:29 PM): Oh, that’s no fun
Kohlerhhook1229 (5:26:02 PM): I know I was looking forward to boobies in my face and all that jazz but she put the Lorena Bobbit on it
WVUAlicia (5:26:45 PM): Strippers are totally ok at bachelor parties because they’re more interested in the ladies
Kohlerhhook1229 (5:27:54 PM): And after all its not like any one stands a chance to sleep with a stripper because 90% of the time they are disgusting and hideous and look like crack whores

I’m stressed and distracted, so maybe typing a journal entry will release enough tense energy to allow me to go back to editing the annual report. Probably not. I like editing and I’m a pretty good editor, but now I’m down to the nitty-gritty grammatical crap and I’m not nearly focused enough to do a decent job. Seriously, sometimes I could care less about comma placement.


So I’m stressed because of Vonage. They have terrible, terrible, horrible, awful customer service reps. V-E-R-Y long story short: I called two months ago – when I moved – to cancel service. Not only have they NOT cancelled my service, they’ve continued to charge me. Nice.

I’d use some choice four letter words – as my vocabulary has been sprinkled w/ them today – but I know some of the people who read this and they would not approve. I’m already damned to hell, so maybe I shouldn’t care. But I do. Because I’m a goodie-two-shoes.

I’m really looking forward to spending some quality time under UV rays.

I’m going home, I’m going home, I’m going home!!!!!

I leave for Pittsburgh July 29 and will attend Matt Kohler’s wedding, then head down to Motown (Morgantown) to spend a few days w/ Kristen and Abby!!!!

Primanti’s and skylines and my family and my friends and babies and weddings and pretty dresses….yay, yay, yay!

And once again my father came to the rescue w/ the airline ticket…