Monday, April 24, 2006

Tonight's Flyers game

Down two games???

Allowing TWO Sabres hat tricks???

What the FUCK?

I'm so pissed off.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

sleeeeeeep.....

So very. very tired...

It's been a long and busy weekend. I spent all day Saturday running errands in the rain, then rushed home, changed, and rushed out to get Erin and Mike for Mike's birthday extravaganza. First stop... HOOTERS! It was packed, due to the first Flyers playoff game (which they fucking LOST ), but we managed to squeeze our group into a table. From there we went back to the apartment to continue the drinking (many, many, many shots of cherry vodka were consumed... and for good reason ), eat some snacky foods, and chat. Due to the presence of certain people, I was expecting a lot of awkward tension ... but it was surprisingly un-awkward (is that a word?). That was kinda nice, because I was sick of being invisible. When the party broke up, Erin, Mike, Gina and I headed for Levittown to meet up with my brother and his friends at a bar. The world's oldest cover band was performing. Seriously, the average age of the band members had to be like 45. But they played some good stuff, so I'm not gonna complain. I didn't get home until 3, and I didn't fall asleep until around 4. And of course, I woke up at 9 with a killer headache and an allergy attack. Bleh. I managed to pull myself together in time for Erin's bridal shower! She seemed truly surprised. A good time - and a few mimosas - were had by all.


So now it's late and I'm exhausted and tomorrow is Monday already.

Time for bed, friends.

Monday, April 17, 2006

giving up the dream

I was just on the phone with my friend, and we got to talking about our lives and our futures and stuff like that. It got me thinking about where I am right now. When I was in high school and college, I had this image of how things would pan out for me. I'd graduate college, meet Mr. Right, fall in love, get married, buy a house, have kids. I'd be able to teach and raise my kids, maybe go to grad school if I felt like it. And the reality? I'm 28, single, teaching Catholic school, going to grad school, living with my parents.

Don't get me wrong. It's not a bad life at all. I have great friends, I love my job dearly, I'm kicking ass in grad school, and my family is awesome. I have my health, a car, a semi-decent social life. But it's not what I had planned.

I have friends who are engaged, married, have two or three kids. I have friends who are divorced, getting married for the second time. Almost all of my friends live in their own houses, condos or apartments. And me? I'm not dating right now. I've never had a boyfriend that I would consider marrying. I don't make enough money to move out of my parents' house.

I'm starting to come to terms with the fact that my life is not going to turn out the way I expected. But it's kinda hard to give up the dream, you know? It's hard to accept that I'm probably not going to be married before I turn 30. That after I get my masters, I'm going to have to quit the job I love because it doesn't pay me enough money to live on. That I'll most likely be buying my first house for myself, and not for a family. I'm certainly not the only one out there living like this. And like I said, there's nothing wrong it. But it's so not what I had planned.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

happy easter!

It's me again. Blogging. You know how it goes.

So... Easter. Good stuff, huh? You know why I like Easter? There are no Easter carols on the radio, no presents to shop for and wrap, minimal (if any) decorations, very little stress. Plus the whole Jesus rising thing. It's all good. Just get dressed in something pretty, go to church, go to family dinner. Sweet.

I had a soda and two coffees tonight. That's more caffeine than I usually have in one day, so I'm a bit wired. My body doesn't know what to do with all the extra energy. So. Blogging it is. And IM-ing, cuz I have two people who won't leave me alone.
Hey, did you check out the cool new fridge on my profile? It's bad ass. Drag some letters to the top to leave me a message (and remember to click "save message" so I can see it). Leave me some love, people! (Erin, that was totally for your benefit...)

I have off tomorrow and Tuesday... ah, the perks of teaching Catholic school! Aside from studying for Tuesday's final, I don't have much of anything to do. I think I'll do laundry, read my book club book, and catch up on some shitty daytime television. Sounds fabulous, no?

Okay, I'm done talking to you. It's been real.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

here we go again

DAMNIT.

I'm on Easter break (as of 12 PM yesterday) and I already feel like a bum. I technically have a lot of stuff I could be doing... laundry, studying for Tuesday's midterm, working on Thursday's presentation, grading tests and projects, cleaning, working on my scrapbook (still haven't done the pics from last summer's Philly Phest), reading "The Turn of the Screw" for book club (I started it about a week ago, but then I put it down to read "The Devil Wears Prada" - awesome book!), downloading music, putting away my winter clothes... but I don't want to do anything. It's my first full day of break and I want to sit around and do nothing all day and NOT feel guilty for it.
I think it's because I'm constantly doing things all the time. I always have so much to do, that when I get some time to relax, I feel like I should still be doing something. If you'll recall, I went through the same thing over Christmas break. My life is officially a broken record.

I have nothing exciting to blog about. Those of you who are reading this are probably snoring right about now. My sincerest apologies.

Seeing as how it's a holiday weekend, I have nothing exciting on the agenda. On Friday I'll be making rum cake, dying eggs, making butter lambs, and helping my mother bake paska (traditional Ukrainian bread). Saturday we take the Easter baskets (filled with kielbasa, paska, eggs, butter lambs, and ham) to get blessed at church. Easter Sunday is church and family dinner. Nothing wild or crazy this weekend.

Last weekend, however, I went out two nights in a row. Two nights?, you say. I know, I know... I'm quite the wild woman. Friday night I met up with a group of people to celebrate Heather's birthday at Dangerous Curves. The drinking and hanging out portion of the evening was fun. The stripping girls, on the other hand... not so much. Seriously, even if I was a guy, I'd have thought that was boring. It was so... mechanical. Come out wearing skimpy clothes and crazy-high platform shoes. Shimmy against a pole, hump the floor, thrust hips, shake ass, toss hair, take off top... lather, rinse, repeat... then walk around the bar, topless, begging for tips. Not very exciting.

On Saturday, I went to what had to be the MOST frustrating Flyers game I've ever seen, and then straight to Karen's for her birthday party. Good times, as always. As soon as I walked in, Sam insisted I do a shot. She lined up a bowl of cinnamon sugar, a shot of vodka, a shot of apple juice and a can of Redi-Whip. I was instructed to lick my hand, sprinkle the sugar on top, and then consume the aforementioned ingredients in order, in rapid succession. And damned if it didn't taste exactly like apple pie. Crazy. After that, I sang along with two-thirds of UpFall (even filling in for Doug on "Trio"), played Asshole, watched Erin's dog hump a stuffed toy, and then eventually headed home. Lemme tell you, two late nights of drinking kicked my ass. I was exhausted all day Sunday. I'm getting so old.

Anyway, I'm gonna go find something to do for a little while. Later.

Saturday, April 8, 2006

killin' time...

Blech. Rainy Saturday afternoons are icky. I'm spending this one doing all sorts of random things... such as baking (white chocolate cherry bars, peanut butter cookies), painting my toenails a delightful shade called Peach Daquiri, doing laundry and downloading guilty pleasure music. The influence of my work enviroment is rubbing off on me, as is evidenced by my song choices today (a lot of Daddy Yankee, plus a few by Shakira).

I'm also listening to my MP3 player on shuffle... and loving the variety of musical styles that are popping up. It just went from Rufus Wainwright to the Beatles. Can't go wrong with Beatles. In between downloading and painting, I've been catching up on my reading ("The Devil Wears Prada") and checking email (nothing good).

Tonight is a Flyers game, which I had forgotten about until this morning, and then Karen's party. (Ooh... "Addicted to Love" on the MP3 player... fun...) Should be a fun night, although I'm not looking forward to driving to the Flyers game in the rain. And then, of course, there's the question of what to wear tonight. I'll be going from the game straight to Karen's party. Hmmm... decisions, decisions...

This was a pointless post. Sorry. Just bored and looking for a way to kill time.