things I forgot to mention
1. I saw "BodyWorks" this week with my parents and I never want to eat dried fruit, i.e. mangoes and papayas ever again. Only really liked the sculptures of cadavers doing different things, like riding a horse (also plasticized) or playing basketball or ballet dancing. The rest of the exhibit was repetitive and made me want to further tar my lungs with a cigarette.
2. My career: um, I'm in sales. And not the sale of my body, as in prostitution (maybe you're thinking of "Pretty Woman", Tommy? I haven't seen "Working Girl" in a long time, but I think Melanie Griffith is the ditzy secretary who imparts bits of street-smart wisdom to harried business professionals, a la Dolly Parton in "9 to 5"), but the sale on online ad space for Careerbuilder. I don't want to talk about it much more since it makes me a bit depressed, so if you have questions about what it's like to work in sales, I'd like Rudy to field those.
3. I'm going to have a
party on Sunday and so far, it's me and Katie. And possibly Mulligan, if I can steal her away from the lakehouse. I'm driving up to Wisconsin tonight after work to do the family thing, blah blah, then I'll be home Sunday afternoon. I'm planning on just living in my bathing suit this weekend, then driving home in it, and then setting up the slip n' slide, if I can figure out the intricate hose system at my house. Usually my plans for parties or activities never come to fruition anyway, at least in blogworld, so this is all tentative at the moment. Be it 3 people or 30, this may be the last party I have while I live at my parents' house. That means carefree destruction! J/k, maybe just rough it up a little bit.
4. Ben and I watched the latest episodes of "Entourage" last night, and now that I'm all caught up and freshly obsessed (again), I kind of want to figure out a place to watch the season finale on Sunday night. Who has HBO? Or who has Tivo so that I could watch it later in the week? I'm sure my brother has comcast but I think he's staying up at the lakehouse with Danielle and I'd feel kind of weird breaking in his apartment to use his digicable to watch "Entourage" and then leaving. Plus, there's this possible
party coinciding with the showtime. Oh, what to do, what to do?
5. I'm in love with
bold-ing things. Also,
italics are fun too. Those stylistic do-hickeys are really the only way to get sarcasm and intonation across in blogworld.
Am I right? See how commanding that is? God, I love it.
6. Some tweens just bought three mags:
TeenPeople (with Chad Michael Murray on the cover; read it); the new
J-14 (every cool tween star ever on the cover; haven't read it: dammit!) and some mag called
M that I had never heard of. I asked the tween with the wallet what it was ("Is it like
YM or something") and she said in a monotone voice, "Dunno." Throughout the entire transaction, she has zero tone in her voice and acted like my questions were fucking teeth extractions. This is my problem with tweens lately. I always say hi to the gf's when they come into the store, and sometimes they don't even say hi back, as if I didn't even say anything. Granted, adults do this too, but I can blame that on inadequate hearing. Tweens? Pure attitude.
news as of late
So, I got a career. At Careerbuilder. Where I can build my career amidst other young-minded professionals like myself. My soul is black. But it started out that way, so I haven't lost much in that department. They gave me two job offers in the interview, so it was nice to have a choice in careers, even though they were ultimately the same job, just working under two different people in different divisions. I'm already talking about this too much and getting bored, so let's move on.
This is the Melanie Griffith-vehicle they're really in store for at Careerbuilder! "Working Girl"?! Yeah, right. That only goes as far as my career outfit with pumps and blazers with shoulder pads, plus a fluffed-out hairstyle. Okay, and I'll most likely end up seducing some putzin-a-suit-who-might-be-a-bigwig by the xerox copystation. Wait, now I AM excited about being a career "professional." Because I'll still be demented, and they'll all think I'm normal.
On the plus side, I will get to do things like laser tag and going to get steaks at Ruth Chris when my team does well. I'm going to be the 2-martinis-at-lunch type.
Also, as far as I know, I'm still going up to my lakehouse...I didn't sell the weekend very well in my last post, but I'm thinking I'd still like to have a revenge kegger at 514. I'm going to come home on Sunday, I think, depending on what the weekend is like (it could--gasp!--be fun at my lakehouse!) and then will probably buy some brats and set up the slip n' slide.
Not sure what others' plans are, but you're welcome to join me. I think if my brother and his friends are around, we might play rings and blow the speakers out of our living room. Like we've done so many times in the past.
P.S. instead of wasting Labor Day in a haze of croquet, cocktails, and relaxation, I think I might volunteer at the Red Cross--still in shock about the complete devastation of New Orleans and not sure how else to help, since my finances are a joke at this point
no Dad, fuck you!
Had a bit of a tiff with the rents, and I'm sure I looked like Judd Nelson the whole time, except I didn't get to yell, "NO DAD! FUCK YOU!" Because if I did, I would have added my mom to that f-u, but that's called "harsh language" in my house.
Disregard the last post until further notice, since my own plans are now up in the air. Kind of want to have a revenge kegger at my house just to spite K & R, you know, have someone "accidentally" pee on our living room couch, set up a slip n' slide on our lawn and not care about the damage it does to the grass, leave cigarette ash all over the back porch and have everyone shove the butts between the cracks of the deck so they're visible but unreachable...I could keep going. I also wouldn't water all the hydrangeas and hanging plants like I'm supposed to do everytime they go away for the weekend. I might not do the dishes either.
Would like to go to a lakehouse, but not so sure if I want it to be mine since the rents have recently imposed new unfortunate rules, such as no more than 5 people in the hot tub at one time. [And that's supposed to be
fun? God, they're dictators.]
I have to prepare for a job interview, which basically means I put on my business suit and prance around like I really have a career. Debating how to cover my tattoos bc I refuse to wear pantyhose, even though I know I'm "supposed to." Also debating what sort of music I should bring in the car with me. Goal is to smoke less than four cigarettes on the way there so I don't sound all phone-sex operator in my interview.
Okay, I guess I should really go now. I'm actually trying to find new things to type about it my head, which is procrastination at its most extreme! End this blog now!
a cheddarriffic weekend ahead
Hello! The ChedHeads are here to remind you of the upcoming Labor Day Weekend at my lakehouse in Belgium/Port Washington, WI. Port Washington, if you remember, was where "Step By Step" was based, so that's a major indication of how cool this town is.
p.s. the ChedBaby in this picture looks like the love child of a giant hunk of cheddar and the Michelin Man. Or the Stay-Puffed Marshmallow Man. Either way, creepy sex. 
<--It's true. It's not funny in Wisconsin.
<--I'm not sure who this guy is, but I found him in Google images when I typed "Wisconsin cheese" and his insanely cheesy outfit came up. He's a true Ched. But FYI, the Skerretts have ched beer cozies that look much like the wedge hat on his head. Sadly, we don't have the tie.
Wanted to let everyone know you're invited up to my lakehouse this weekend...I'm going up on Saturday, and have heard that some of the girlfriends will probably come up on Sunday. Most likely we'll be staying through til Monday, after activities centered around the word "b": BBQing brats, boating, beaching, boozing, books, beats, board games, Beach Boys, etc. I ran out of "b" words, but you catch my drift.
