Twice today I’ve come up with topics to blog about tonight. And now that I’m sitting at my computer I can’t for the life of me remember what they are. Now what am I supposed to do?
I suppose I can ramble for a few minutes.
I’ve continued to read my book. It’s okay. She has mentioned the Interstate in every chapter I’ve read so far (If this statement is confusing read yesterday’s post). Hmmm. Can’t she leave well enough alone. I also wish she would use a little less flowery descriptions and just get on with the story. But that’s just my opinion.
I’m interested to see if any of the major news organizations are recanting their stories about Heath Ledger now that it has been confirmed that there were no illegal drugs in his apartment. On several news sites as well as news channels I saw reports of cocaine being found as well as pills being strewn about the apartment. Turns out all the pills were in the bottles they were bought in and there was no cocaine. But I suppose recanting stories doesn’t get ratings or sell newspapers.
Along the same note. I see that Fred Phelps is going to protest Heath Ledger’s funeral because of his role in Brokeback Mountain. I don’t really believe in hell, but I have to believe that if there is a hell, there’s a special place in it for the likes of Fred Phelps. The pain he causes is far greater than any harm that I’ve created by being gay.
I’ve put off seeing Cloverfield because of the reports of people getting motion sickness from watching it. I’ve never been bothered by a movie before, but in the past year or so riding in car makes me sick. I can no longer read on the subway. I can’t read on airplanes either. I may take the plunge and just do it next week. It’s hard for me to pass up a movie where NYC is destroyed. I love disaster movies. And it’s always nice when you are familiar with the areas. Independence Day. War of the Worlds. Day After Tomorrow. Godzilla. All GREAT movies in my book. As long as there are no air plane crashes I love me a good disaster movie.
I’m having another dinner party on Monday. My friend Kelly who I worked with last summer is in town and I’m inviting her and her new boyfriend over on Monday night for dinner. I’m also inviting my friend Ryan whom I know from school but will be joining us for fun and frolicking in Oklahoma this summer. I’m going to once again make my world famous spaghetti pie. Ask Ur-Spo. I shared the secret recipe with him and he knows how wonderful it is. All the makings for dinner are being delivered tomorrow afternoon between noon and 2:00 p.m. by Fresh Direct. Fresh Direct is our on-line grocery store that makes living in NYC and shopping for groceries a breeze. I couldn’t live without it. I also don’t know if I mentioned that I’m going back to Oklahoma this summer. I signed and mailed in my contract this week, so it’s for certain. So sometime around June 1 I’ll start my daily updates of all the insanity of being out there.
I have to work all weekend, which I’m not looking forward to. When it’s all said and done it’s almost 30 hours in three days. I have the worst time going there. I’d rather get a root canal than go there and spend the evening. Of course my friend Michelle pointed out today that she’d be worried if I suddenly loved being there. That would mean that I’m not taking steps to get out of the game. That being said, it’s really not that bad. I was ranked number 1 for the first two weeks of January and I’m number 3 this week. Not so bad if you ask me. So I’ll just suck it up and deal with it.
And I think I’ve rambled enough. Have a great Friday everyone.
And does anyone else find it funny that the spell check program for Word Press doesn’t recognize blog, blogging, or blogger as a “real” words?