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06*28*07 These new justices on the supreme court are starting to make me nervous. I guess no one should have expected anything less from two justices nominated by Bush. I feel like the Roe v. Wade ruling is definitely in jeopardy now more than ever. Very infuriating. In lighter news, I bought my plane ticket to Italy last night. It's a done deal. Did you know a gondola ride in Venice costs nearly $100?! Outrageous. Maybe I can find another solo traveler who'd split the cost with me. As expensive as that is, I'd feel like I was missing out if I didn't ride in a gondola in Venice. What else are you supposed to do there? I'm very excited about this trip, and also a little sad I'm going alone. I enjoyed Montreal when I went by myself, but it was lonely at times. Mostly at night and at dinner time. But I'm sure there's much more to see in Italy that will keep me distracted from the fact that I'm traveling solo. Also, I'm trying to learn some Italian before I go. On that note, buona notte! 06*26*07 Scratch Scotland; I'm going to Italy! Nailed down the dates, found a good deal for a roundtrip plane ticket at the end of September, and there seems to be some cheap hotel rooms (at least in Rome). I'll book the flight as soon as my job approves the dates! 06*25*07 I had no idea cats could look like this. Reminds me a bit of Mac and Me. 06*24*07 I just got back from seeing La Vie En Rose. It was pretty friggen depressing, not to mention a bit long. But overall I liked it. I had one of those old couples sitting in the theater who comment on everything really loud. When Edith Piaf was discovered, someone was trying to come up with a new last name for her and said "Piaf means sparrow", or something to that effect. Then the old woman in the theater shouted "That's her name!" Thanks for clearing that up Captain Obvious! I didn't do too much else today. Yesterday Patrick and I walked to Prospect Park and rented a peddle boat for an hour. It was such a perfect day to be out in the park. On the way back to my place, we checked out some stoop sales which didn't have much to offer. I guess the sun exhausted us, because then we felt the need to take a little nap. Later on we went to Williamsburg where we drank sangria in the garden of some Mexican place. We got pretty drunk, rented Black Snake Moan, then called it a night (the movie was just ok). Friday night I ended up feeling too tired to go to the Violent Femmes show, and since we hadn't bought tickets yet anyway, we just stayed in at my place. I've been toying with thoughts of flying to Scotland in September by myself and driving around the country. I guess the only thing stopping me is whether I'll have enough money to do it. I'd prefer to go with someone, of course, but I don't know anyone else who'd have the money either. Stupid money. But someone's gotta nab that Loch Ness Monster, and I think I may just be the gal for the job. 06*19*07 I had a pretty good weekend. I was on-call Friday night but didn't get called in. I visited my mom Saturday afternoon until Sunday afternoon. She did my nails at her salon and then we sat out on the porch with the girls that work for her and drank margaritas. Sunday we had an early dinner with her boyfriend and his daughter to celebrate Father's Day. His daughter brought over this adorable 8-week old pit bull. I wanted to steal her. The ferry ride home took annoyingly long because of the stop over at Sandy Hook to pick up about 200 people. That inspired me to postpone my trip there until next month. Last night I met up with Katrina and her boyfriend in Williamsburg to watch their friend's band play. It was good seeing her again. I think I'll try to come visit her in NJ sometime this summer. I feel like going out a lot now that the weather is so nice. I guess that's how it usually works. I've really been enjoying my 5-mile walks home from work. I even got a tan. Of course it's an unevenly distributed one, but what are you gonna do? Also I've lost a total of 5 pounds. According to Weight Watchers' website, that's equivalent to a sac of potatoes. So only 13 more pounds to go! I might be ok with 8 though. Patrick and I are going to try and see the Violent Femmes Friday night. Saturday I want to go on the paddle boats in Prospect Park. Otherwise the rest of this week should be pretty nice since both my supervisor and my boss are away at a meeting. They put me in charge Thursday and Friday. I feel like such a hot shot. I'm up for a raise soon, so I hope everything goes well. Ok, movie time. 06*12*07 Patrick and I sorta made up on Thursday night. Well, we didn't so much as make up as much as we just decided not to talk about things anymore. I didn't really feel like there was much of a resolution. But by the time Saturday came, we had a good day together on top of a fun birthday party, so it didn't bother me at that point. We just suck at fighting. I don't think we fight often, but when we do it's friggen awful. Hopefully one day we'll figure out how to do it right. As I said, I had a fun party. Brook's roommate had a ton of people come over, so I didn't know a lot of them. But I knew most of the people I spent the majority of the night with. Melissa came over, as well as my friend Jamin and his wife whom I haven't seen in probably two years. I bought a bunch of snacks, Brook made cupcakes, Shane made cookies, and Patrick made a yummy cheese dip for the nachos I got. I didn't think all that food could possibly be eaten in one night, but Brook told me the next day it was all gone. Around 2 AM I fell asleep on Brook's bed and had to be dragged out of bed by Patrick to come back home. I spent most of Sunday vegging out in my apartment since Alex couldn't come down. Brook came over that night and we chatted for a bit. Yesterday she met me at work and we walked over the Brooklyn Bridge back to Park Slope. I decided to do that walk on Friday after work and thoroughly enjoyed it. It's a 5-mile walk, so as long as it's not unbearably hot or raining, I'm going to try to do it 3-4 times a week. Also, my pre-party weight loss was 5 pounds, but afterwards it was only 3. So I've lost a total of 3 pounds on my diet in 2 weeks...but it should have been 5 if I hadn't cheated Saturday night! Meh, whaddya gonna do? I'm on-call this Friday night and then Saturday afternoon I'm taking the ferry to NJ to visit my mom until Sunday afternoon. The weekend after I'm hoping to take the ferry to Sandy Hook. I've been dying to go there for months. I haven't been there since I was probably 18. Back then I loved it; I doubt much has changed. I'm not going to the nude beach this time though. 06*07*07 I'm finally getting more donors this pay period. This whole year has been really slow for me. I haven't even been able to put any money in my savings account since my trip to Ireland. I was at a hospital yesterday and was chatting with the morgue attendant. She also freelances for funeral homes picking up bodies and prepping them for viewings and burials and whatnot. We discovered that we're both pretty grossed out by cockroaches. Usually I get shit about that, so it was nice to meet someone else who can handle most everything else gross except that. She then told me a story about a time she and this other guy went to a family's home to pick up a body. They were lead to a room where everything in it was white--everything. She said it looked very sterile. So they set up the stretcher to take the body downstairs when her partner told her he thought he saw the dead woman breathe. She dismissed him and continued on. He told her again he was sure she was breathing and told her to check her pulse. So finally she checked the woman's neck and felt nothing. She then held a mirror up to her mouth and there was no sign of breath. So she told him he she was pretty sure the woman was dead. They went to move her and once more he swore she was breathing. They then pulled back the sheet further and she was covered in cockroaches. She said she ran down 16 flights of stairs and got about 4 more body bags, went back upstairs, put the sheet back over the woman and tied it, and then they put her inside all 4 body bags. She didn't even tell the funeral home what they were in for when she dropped off the body. Blech. 06*06*07 My friend Scott called to wish me a happy birthday yesterday and also said that I shouldn't stop writing in here. That was enough to convince me to keep it up. Lucky you. So, as predicted, my birthday was pretty mediocre. I didn't do anything, but I got a lot of birthday wishes and my mom had a humongous bouquet of flowers sent to me at work. I decided to take Brook up on her offer to host a birthday party for me this Saturday. I don't think it'll be anything big, but at least it's something. My birthday ended with a fight with Patrick last night. I guess even though I knew he had school and work all day I had hoped he'd surprise me by coming over after class, or sending me flowers at work like my mom did, or by mailing me a card, or something...anything, really. But all I got was a text message wishing me a happy birthday. Not to say I didn't get a gift; he got me and himself tickets to the Virgin Festival and those were pretty expensive. And I oughtta know they were expensive because I paid for them. We were worried it would sell out and he didn't have the money at the time they went on sale, so I agreed to pay for it and he was going to pay me back soon after. But he still hasn't. I really appreciate the gesture and I know in the end I'll have the money back, but I guess it just doesn't feel as special to buy my own birthday gift and get paid for it in installments over the course of two months. And I guess the ticket ordeal wouldn't have even bothered me so much if he went out of his way yesterday to do a little something special for my birthday. Perhaps it all boils down to men and women being different; guys typically don't make as big a deal out of birthdays and anniversaries and yadda yadda. In the same respect, it's hard to turn the switch off in me that expects my significant other to do something special for my birthday. But I don't really know if this all just boils down to the differences in the sexes. What I do know is I feel hurt by it. 06*04*07 My birthday is tomorrow. I doubt I'll do much of anything in the way of celebrating it since it's a weekday. That makes me a little sad, but I'm hoping to do something Saturday instead. Patrick and I did end up going to Coney Island on Saturday. We went on a handful of rides and even rode the bumper cars. Afterwards we made dinner, went to see Knocked Up, and finished the night up with a game of Cranium at Patrick's friend's house. Coney Island was a lot of fun, dinner was healthy, Knocked Up wasn't as good as I had hoped and Patrick and I kicked our teammates' asses. Otherwise we painted his apartment most of Sunday and Friday night. I realize I haven't been writing in here a lot. I sometimes feel like it's a chore rather than something I enjoy doing. Perhaps the end is in sight? I dunno. It's been crossing my mind lately though. Sunday I'm finally meeting Alex's daughter. I'm extremely excited. I'm also excited that i lost a few pounds since I went on my diet Wednesday. And now you can be excited because here are are some pictures from my trip to Pittsburgh:
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