I missed you too!

Level 301 is kaput, and I have to say, I'm sad. These were the best of times for me. It was great being with people that genuinly supported me, no matter the amout I suckage I projected. Some of my 301-ers will join will for 401 beginning at the end of May. Yay for me.

Apparently, my life is still bloggable. I've just chosen to not write about it, lately. I'm not really THAT busy. I come home at 9 or 10, on a daily basis, but I sit at my laptop and just fart around on it. Less farting, more wisdom. Take that lesson, and stick it in your lapel.

Let's see. Some interesting tidbits to chew on.

-I feel rotten. I have the sniffles and sneezes, and I just want some Sleepytime Tea and a sound sleep.
-my roommate threw Oatmeal at me last week. Much like the color red makes bulls angry, hot pink nightgowns with the word "Sexy" spelled out in sequens do the same to my roommate.
-she downloaded a photo of her Vagina onto my computer. After some detective work and determining it was her Vagina, I made it my desktop backround.
-After class last week, I walked in on her having the sex. Consequently, I ate a slice of pizza with the Mafia down the street, instead of the confines of my living room.
-I choreographed a dance routine for the two girls I work with for their talent show. Moments before show time, one girl backed out. I saved the day, and performed with the other girl. I am awesome. At least Kelly Ripa thinks so.

Fantasia Barrino says hi!

Hand delivering a package for my boss in Midtown, she and her entourage accompanied me on the elevator. She smiled at me, and I smirked at her, because that's what I do when I see a C-Level celebrity.

Jerry Seinfeld says hi! Finally!

Walking towards his apartment building, a Seinfeld sighting is one of the best sightings! He's incredibly thin, as was rocking the baseball cap and sunglasses combo. Were it not for the paparazzi milling around his building, I would've missed him completely. I don't too often get visibly "starstruck" - shocked, I'm sure you are - but I couldn't help standing there, mouth agape. Freaken Seinfeld! And to think, I almost took a job in this building.

It was much pleasanter at home, when one wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits.

A sabactical of sorts, is about to commence. I've overworked, underwhelmed, and in desparate need of Target. I'm going home for a few days, just to...go home. Time to get out of this crazy crazy world in which I live, and go home to another craziness - my parents. Just long enough that I'll miss you, you'll miss me, and we all be the better for it when I return. Now, let's buck up! You will not continue reading this, if I continue to be mopulant. It's almost Tuesday - fun things happen on Tuesday! Take those meds, get a good night's sleep, and come see me in the a.m.

Here are some fun things that happened to me, today!
-I had a nice bowl of soup
-Pipa Ripa and hubby picked up their kids at school, and she was wearing jeans made for a 14yr old.
-I played the 7yr old's Nintendo DS for a good chunk of time, and beat the crap out of Mario.
-my boss is getting even more pleased with the work I'm doing for the show

Matt Dillion says hi! Again.

Waiting in the lobby of the apartment building for a child to get off the bus, Mr. Dallas Winston himself comes running across 81st St and into my heart. Seems to have just gone to the deli down the street, had a Post & a Times under his arm. He appeared to be wearing Blu Blocker sunglasses, and an awful neon orange parka. His unappealing ensemble matched his demeanor. For once, I'm taking Cameron Diaz's side on something - she was right about you!

Mike Myers says hi!

Planning on going to Sing Sing for some much needed Karioke, with - well, that part's not really important. But the point is, I was waiting for my group to finish their cigs, when through the window at Sing Sing, I see one of my idols, one of by biggest celebrity crushes, the best part of 54 - Mike Myers!!!!!!!!!!!!! Because I have such respect for him as a performer, I didn't disturb him and his much younger girlfriend. Does that mean, I'd verbally abuse Kirsten Dunst or Dane Cook - it's a definate possibilty. He's hair is cut so beautifully, and is so shiny. The wait for singing was horribly long, so I left. Oh, you'd never ever hear the end of it if I had sung Pat Benetar for Mike Myers! Never.