sunday 4/1/07:
jules cancels our plans for lunch and a movie because she has some serious lawyer-ing to do. i make a long list of things i need to get accomplished and then proceed to do not a one. i watch jericho, stanley’s leaving? he and mimi are my favorites on the show. *sidenote, every time mimi comes on screen i sing, "they call me, they call me mimi" from RENT in my head. i watch the soup, best week ever, two episodes of match game, two episodes of design on a dime (i have a minor crush on brice cooper, it must be the glasses...or his body), and attempt to finish shortbus. sadly, i’m still not all the way through this movie. it’s no hedwig, that much is true. i talk to my sister on the phone for a bit, text back and forth with chels, and call it a day.

monday:
the new look of my “office” is all anyone can talk about. who knew it would cause such a stir? in between the typical monday madness huge pile of work to be done, i attempt to organize everything. D gives me my giftage from her pennsylvania trip, a stuffed pickle and a pickle whistle to go along with the oscar mayer weenie whistle she got me a few years back. she knows i love me some pickles. i bring home one more shelf, and swear it will be the last. i wrap my sister’s birthday gift, then head back out to the post office. Ugly McCrabby waits on me, naturally. i hate this post office so much, but because i suck and didn’t wrap the gift on sunday i didn’t have the package ready to take with me to work and drop off at the nicer post office. this is the same post office that lost one of my mom’s boxes she was sending out to michigan two christmases ago. when she called to see why one box got there five days before the other, when they were sent out at exactly the same time she was told, “i don’t know what happened, i’m not traveling with the package.”

will asks me out. catching me completely off guard, and not really having any idea how to respond, i proceed to make a series of noises until someone else enters the room and he walks off. feeling both bad and confused, i do what i do best and pretend that it never happened and nothing is made mention of it the remainder of the day.

tuesday:
after work i meet lisa for dinner at luigi’s. 4 quickly becomes 5. well, better make it 6 just to be safe. P assures me that 6 will no doubt turn into 7. whadda ya gonna do? we plan on meeting at the movie theater and then leaving my car there while we’re at luigi’s. she worries that the theater is closer to her than it is for me and i assure her that it’s fine. she tells me that she’s leaving that very moment and she will see me there. i leave immediately myself, not wanting to keep her waiting for very long. she’s at the most fifteen minutes away from the theater. it takes me about twenty-five minutes to get there, and she’s still not there. i text P to inform her that she was right. i wait another ten minutes and then my phone rings, she’s almost there. am I there yet? yes, i could have walked there in that time. she shows up in her car with the top down and smiles as i get in. it’s 80 degrees, i’m wearing my flip flops! for the first time this year and a short sleeve shirt. we drive off with the killers blaring and lisa attempting to run several people off the road. there isn’t a line at the restaurant for the first time ever and we quickly find a seat. the one waitress who looks just like patty griffin takes our order and we sit and catch up. we eat a ton of food and try to figure out what we’re going to do with the remainder of our evening. she takes me to the shop she just bought and shows me around. then we drive through two parks and she informs me that they’re both known for being gay cruise parks. i ask her if that’s why she took me to them. she informs me that she would have taken anyone through them because it was the most scenic route, however, if i was ever interested in getting my genitalia massaged (her words) that would be the place to go. i could just sit on the bench and wait for it to happen. good to know. i want to see blades of glory, what jules and i were going to see on sunday, but lisa wants to see the shooter, so we decide to pass on the movie. finding someone who wants to see blades of glory around here is seriously becoming impossible. we sit in the parking lot for close to thirty minutes talking. eventually we say our goodbyes and head home. i make it into the door and crawl directly into bed i’m that wiped out.

wednesday:
it’s 40 degrees, freezing, windy as a mother, and it’s rain/sleeting… um, how could i possibly have been wearing my flip flops! just last night? anyway, after stopping for a quick haircut i head to the chapel to run some errands. i’ve had a serious craving for a reese’s peanut butter egg the last week or so, my one goal was to track one down. one would think that sounds like an easy enough goal being easter and all, sadly there must be an egg shortage in ohio. at least in my part. everyone’s out of the damn things. i can find white chocolate, marshmallow, and fudge ones but not the old school original eggs. damn the man. i look for the new brandi carlile cd and also come up empty handed. there is one single copy of the new paula deen autobiography left on the shelf, but i figure if i go the amazon route for the brandi carlile cd i might as well get the book that way as well. it’s three dollars cheaper through amazon and i’ll get the free shipping. so i leave target with little more than some toothpaste. i head for macy’s to find an easter gift for my mother. of course the one thing i plan on getting, the one thing i know she actually wants, they’re out of. this seems to be the theme for the day. i’m told that another macy’s at the summit has what i’m looking for and ponder driving further north. after jumping on the wrong highways twice, seriously not my fault this time, i finally arrive at my destination. i worry a bit when what i’m looking for is no where to be found, but after dealing with one of the nicest clerks ever i find the gift and am on my way. i decide that a wendy’s frostie is a close second to a peanut butter egg and make a quick detour into wendy’s. i realize it’s been a few years since i last had a frosite. when i‘m offered either chocolate or vanilla i‘m completely surprised, you can get vanilla now? not wanting to tempt fate i opt to keep it old school and go for chocolate.

thursday & friday:
my foxtrot calendar tells me that these days do in fact exist, however nothing of any great importance happens. thursday i watch Lost from the night before. i still heart juliette. i get the anti new character vibe, anna l i’m looking at you, but they got it right with libby, desmond (my favorite character this side of sawyerhot), and juliette. little else is done on this day.

friday i watch the office and 30 rock. oh man, gob bluth trying to seduce kenneth pretty much blows my mind. why am i the only one who loves loves loves 30 rock?

saturday:
i awake to texts from my sister and drunken voicemail from the keara. the latter pretty much makes my day. pizza is had. the soup, real world, and best week ever is viewed. i catch up on some emails, text nonstop with G and chels, and pretty much chill.