July 8, 1998

Whoa...I feel like I've got big, hot lights shining down on me tonight. I got explored by a bunch of diary-L people yesterday because we were discussing pictures on our sites and I said that I think I'm a babe. (Yes, I appended it with skinny and flat-chested!) ;) Some of my fellow journalers checked me out, I got my ego stroked a little....it was nice.

But in my real life, not the little dream one where someone just keeps sending me box after box of chocolates, I should sleep more. I ended up taking a 5 hour nap yesterday afternoon and I couldn't fall asleep until 3am. Urg. And now it's almost 1am....yikes. I should keep this short.

Sim simma...who got the keys to my beema?

Gotta love that Beenie Man. Yes, I typed that right. Beenie Man. I heard the dumb "beema" song when I was at Ann's friend Baldoz's house a week or so ago. (Whoa, never thought I'd get that sentence finished.) Honestly, who wouldn't love a song that says "Make love to a fella" a few times?

So naturally, it's been stuck in my acoustically vulnerable little head since. And we all sang it at the beach. And the Roach, and my living room. I knew something had to be done when I caught myself singing it to Baxter. He hates the song. He's a Floyd fan, and he's partial to disk 2 of the Zeppelin box set. I tell ya! That critter never gets tired of Stairway!!!

I must be tired. I'm assigning musical preference to the creature who still thinks I'm a chew toy. Did I mention he's got a Cajun accent? The little punk sounds like Gambit. And his French is better than mine but I think he said something vulgar because I'm writing about him.

No. Stop. This. Is. Insane.

I feel better. The ankle will be skiied on again this comming weekend -- Stay tuned for injury reports. I'm well, but my printer is having stomach problems. I just put in a new print cartridge and she seems to be having a hard time with it. I would have figured that this printer could swallow down molten lead and spew out the Mona Lisa, but she's got a quirk! Damn. I had plenty of quirks with the Epson. I should take care to teach this one early...

I was out all afternoon...I went to Brian's office and was going to surprise him after work. BUT....I got stuck in traffic and if he hadn't called my house and waited for me, I would have missed him entirely. But we met up and after he changed and dropped off the Jeep-Jeep (Oh, it's in such pain! I can hardly bear to see it! It sounds like a Mac Truck!) and we both hopped into Squirt. After a little elbow banging we went forth into the wide scary world seeking things. Him -- The Devil's Advocate on DVD, me -- The keys to my beema. ;)

We went to one place, then another, then another, then The Mall, then another place. No one has The Devil's Advocate on DVD. I suggested buying a laserdisk version, breaking it into four pieces and watching one-eighth of the movie at a time. When we couldn't find the DVD at Tower Records at 10:00 at night, he actually picked up the laserdisk and I made a point of saying "I was joking! I don't really think it'd work!"

I found Beenie Man at The Mall. And as an added bonus to make me feel fruitful and resourceful, I found the Ranma 1/2 video my sister had said she couldn't find anywhere and I had said "I see it all the time!". So I bought it and she was happy. But I am so poor.

Beenie Man.

Class was going fine. Then Scully walked in and asked for an explaination of the scientific nature of the whammy. I stood up. There I was...trying my hardest to explain the scientific nature of the whammy.

It was then I realized I was dreaming.

And since I was dreaming, I was obviously sleeping.

But wasn't I in the middle of class?

[Obsenity!]

"Just blame El Nino. Mom'll never question that one."

So, here are the prom pics of Ann and her date. And you thought I forgot!!