wow it's early for my day off ...

i've never gotten up this early on my day off. at least, not without a reason (you know, disney world and all that). but i woke up and was like "hey, i'm not tired!" and for once, i didn't follow that up by rolling over and going back to sleep. so i'm eating a bowl of half-stale corn pops (still tasty!) and watching the end of the river wild on usa.

i went to burn my new tmbg cd and found that i was missing one of the tracks. arg. so i emailed them to see if i can get the track (damn good times, atlanta) so i have the full album that i paid for. we'll see. i really don't want to pay for it again, especially since it took me all freaking day to get it to work (everytime i downloaded i got empty files) and finally around 10 pm (a full 12 hours later) i downloaded song by song and it worked. yay! but now i need that last song.

my favorite tree (taken from www.nice-tits.org) 

dr. dick.

it was in college when i met richard.

we call him richard now, because he's dating shelley and she'd kill us for calling him dick.

i digress.

so shelley and i and some random friends that no longer exist in my world were sitting around at the ashtray (this piece of cooper hall that juts out a bit so we could be higher than all the other numbnuts that hung out there) killing time between classes. this big jolly guy walks by, and he knows one of the guys in our little group. he's introduced to us as richard, but i'm feeling slightly sarcastic, so i start calling him dick. i tell everyone about this gyno whose name was richard prick and who went by dr. dick. i don't remember anymore if it was a real story or an urban legend, but the name stuck. for months he was dr. dick. then, as we were all english majors (except richard, he was business admin) we decided to make him the leader of our "band," dr. dick delicious and the dangling participles.

i know; we're dorks.

can't spell procrastination without the p-r-o ... you get the idea.

i have set apart today to do all of my christmas shopping, only i still don't have any idea what to get anyone. here's my list:

christen: well, i was going to break down and get him a sirius tuner for his truck, but he wants one that will work with his cd player and not one of those external ones you see everywhere. the problem with that is the dude at circuit city said they're not making them right now because they were having problems and they plan on having another manufacturer make the tuners in '05. so for '04 i'm screwed. now what i'm getting him is ???


mom: AAA and these cute renoir cafe car screen things that she probably won't use but they look nice. and i bought them for me but they don't fit my car. i'll probably get her something else while i'm shopping today.


dad: a nice b/w sailboat pic from work and a mini paperweight clock shaped like a golf bag.


jamie: a bunch of art supplies and a new journal, and i'm making her a strawberry shortcake tote (i'll post a pic when i'm done -- it's very cute)


ian: as many used books as i could get for about 30 bucks, and copies of those new tmbg albums. plus, i made the cover art into these nifty cd sleeves.


shea: ???


kyle: ???


christen's parents: ???


snacob:a big fat juicy mouse.


the girls at work: i think i'm going to make them all little pillows with their initials on them. i think. and for deja i'm going to make a little strawberry shortcake purse with my leftover fabric (she's 3, she'll understand).


but now i should be taking my game back to blockbuster before they charge me another $6 and go shopping for all these people. i'm not as bad off in the gift-giving catagory as i thought. but i still should get going.

in other news, i've hooked up my tree lights to the plug that i can use the lightswitch for, so now i've no reason to go behind the couch anymore. whew yeah, because that was hard work.

they might be your downloads!

tmbg released two new albums available for download only (www.theymightbedownloads.com). hurrah! you don't want to know the problems i had with this today -- it was an all day affair. but i now have almanac and venues. yay! get yours today!

fireplaces.

another store called the other day to get our fax number. they were having trouble with their fax, and wanted to see if they could fax out but, and i quote, "the fax machine was sorta on fire." on fire? a fax machine? how cow! how? i can only assume that it was smoking or something. things don't just catch on fire.

unless you leave a candle on it.

a girl at work came in awhile ago and said that she no longer had a big screen tv. (correction: her boyfriend no longer had a big screen tv.) she had left a candle burning on top of the tv and it burned through the plastic, fell through the box and caught the whole thing on fire. the only thing i can imagine is those videos of a fireplace that you can put on during christmas. fire!

odd?

what does it mean if you dream about blogging? i had some wierd dreams last night. but here's an interesting tidbit (not from the dream):

picture this hypothetical situation ....

wait, how do you picture a hypothetical? anywho ...

so girl and boy are in bed watching television. they're naked because that's how they sleep, but she's frisky and he's getting tired. so a very bad movie is on tbs (it'll be a guess that movie later) but she watches it anyhow while she messes with him, trying to get him awake and "in the mood." finally, after he has turned on his stomach with his face toward her she shoves her boob in his face and says, "suck it .... bitch."

giggling fits ensue and nothing happens.

stupid movie quotes.

wait, did i say hypothetical? ummm, yeah.

now for the name that movie:

"pain heals and chicks dig scars, but glory is forever."