Como estan, bitches?

Okay, before I delve into my blog, I gotta start with this... because it bothers me. I watched "Anchorman" earlier today (hence the blog title), and I had the subtitles on (I don't know why), and during the news team fight scene, Ben Stiller says, "¿Cómo están, bitches?" But the subtitles read, "¿Cómo están, pinches?" So now I'm not sure if pinches is Spanish for something (probably something insulting), or if the subtitles are wrong. Either way, I went with "bitches."

And now... back to our regularly scheduled blog.

I realized it's been about a month since I've blogged. For shame. I've been very busy. School and work. Work and school. Doing work-work at school, and doing school-work at work. And then I go home and do more work, for school and work. So, yeah. Busy.

But today... today was glorious. I don't have any projects due this week, so I got to spend my day doing nothing. I wound up doing some boring stuff. Going through junk mail, checking email, walking and feeding dog, painting my toenails, updating my classroom website, and watching movies. I watched "Anchorman," the end of "The Cutting Edge," the beginning of "Dirty Dancing," and now I'm watching "Swingers." And drinking wine. God bless the Ren Faire.

I didn't realize it was October already (well, tomorrow is, anyway). In about 2 weeks, it'll be my birthday. I'm supposed to be figuring out what I want to do for my birthday, but that hasn't happened yet. Last year, I went to a piano bar (which I had been to a few times before, when it was under different management), and the whole night sucked. I don't know exactly what it was that made the night so bad, but at the diner after the bar, I had decided that I didn't want to go out for my birthday anymore. Bars are too expensive, too crowded and too noisy to socialize with my friends. They're good for a random night out, but it's not what I want to deal with on my birthday. So last year, after the piano bar, my friend and I planned a dinner party for this year's birthday. I had planned on keeping the guest list small (like 7 or 8 people), but now that's not gonna happen. My new plan is a low-key evening at my house... some booze, some food, some games, some music. I'm not gonna force the fun. I'm just gonna let it ride.

Okay... the wine is making me drowsy, and I can't think of anything else to write about. Gonna go watch "Clueless" now.