We Can Dance if We Want to...
Sep. 23rd, 2004 05:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sisabetI thought that my job had filtered out LJ as "tasteless" which - granted - I see the merits - but also I was all "Crap. No more LJ during the day and I will be too tired to post or read when I get home and DAMN THE MAN."
And bar-pressing monkey that I am - I still decided to check again today. And hey! Here I am. Thus ends my brief flirtation with work-productivity.
Awww, slackerdom. How I adore you.
So - first things first: I missed the Smallville Season Premiere last night as a punishment from God for being a bad adult. Never fear, my God is stern but not vengeful and I currently have both a VCD and XVCD (thanks to Lum) version to watch as soon as I can leave work. Also - now I will have no commercial interruptions. Damn - that is a pretty kick-ass God.
Today was the United Way fundraiser at work and I was co-chair (I have a very hard time saying no). It is over. I was kidding with the other Chair that our speech was gonna be "Give up your money, bitches!" and so on. It was funny if you were there. Cause we are insurance people. There is no cool in the room. Cause we are insurance people. You've seen the Geico man do the robot on TV? He would be the cool guy in my office. Just saying.
I was thinking about a vid today and then I was thinking about the Princess Diaries and then I was thinking about that Sandra Bullock movie that is always on cable - "Love Potion No 9" and then I was thinking, "If I ever go out and captivate some Prince's attention and he sends an entourage of his people over to my house in limos with a dress and jewels and someone to do my hair and wishes to escort me to the big ball, well I am gonna really suck for I have not a clue how to ballroom dance and maybe I should learn just in case."
Which led to me googling "How to waltz" and then following the feet markings in my cubicle while counting out loud "BOOM, tick, tick, BOOM, tick, tick, BOOM, tick, tick..." and so on.
And this just goes to show that me without LJ is probably not something you wish to see.
Also - I have absolutely no proprioception at all. None. I have no idea where my feet are and where they are going unless I am looking at them. It is just really really sad. I knew this because I never could freaking master the jazz square and I was also kicked outta ballet class, but that is not the story I am telling.
No - I have forgotten what the story I am telling is about.
Oh yes - me without LJ. I have been pestering Lum all day with plans for when I become 30. Which is February. Not that I want a fuss or anything.
But - I feel like I should do something and since there is a very long list of things I have not done I was all epiphanyish on Lum and was "I SHALL GO TO EUROPE" and then I realized that going to Europe will take a lot of money. And I can't even pay my electric bill on time.
So even though I am going to be 30 - this level of adulthood is not for me.
So then I decided "I SHALL GO TO...New York City!"
(Imagine each proclamation is said by me with my right hand up in the air, first finger pointing skyward - as if I was Eddie Izzard - I feel very Izzardish for some reason right now - must be all the philanthropy from this morning. Not that I know personally that Eddie is involved in a lot of charitable work, but I imagine that he would be if he was asked).
Except proclaiming as a 30 year old woman that you are going to New York just really is not that exciting. I checked. I ran over to Sally's cubicle next door and did the whole "I shall..." with the hand and the finger and the pointing and she was all "Well that is nice dear. Who is going to watch Sid?" and so maybe I need to come up with something else.
Something bigger. But cheap. Cause I am really poor and I can't figure out why - but I am.
Also no sky-diving. No diving of any kind actually. And no mountain climbing. If God wanted me to climb a mountain he would have made me a lot less lazy. Also - a Sherpa.
Man - y'know the dude with the entourage and the dress and the needing me to be his date - the guy I tried to learn to ballroom dance stuff for - he doesn't even have to be a prince. He could be a wealthy industrialist or even a kinda well off entrepreneaur.
Who am I kidding? He just needs to have a job and we could be going to Denny's. Dutch-treat. Except then I would have to leave my house and what kinda stalker freak follows you home anyway?
So, when all is said and done, it is probably a good thing I cannot dance.
And bar-pressing monkey that I am - I still decided to check again today. And hey! Here I am. Thus ends my brief flirtation with work-productivity.
Awww, slackerdom. How I adore you.
So - first things first: I missed the Smallville Season Premiere last night as a punishment from God for being a bad adult. Never fear, my God is stern but not vengeful and I currently have both a VCD and XVCD (thanks to Lum) version to watch as soon as I can leave work. Also - now I will have no commercial interruptions. Damn - that is a pretty kick-ass God.
Today was the United Way fundraiser at work and I was co-chair (I have a very hard time saying no). It is over. I was kidding with the other Chair that our speech was gonna be "Give up your money, bitches!" and so on. It was funny if you were there. Cause we are insurance people. There is no cool in the room. Cause we are insurance people. You've seen the Geico man do the robot on TV? He would be the cool guy in my office. Just saying.
I was thinking about a vid today and then I was thinking about the Princess Diaries and then I was thinking about that Sandra Bullock movie that is always on cable - "Love Potion No 9" and then I was thinking, "If I ever go out and captivate some Prince's attention and he sends an entourage of his people over to my house in limos with a dress and jewels and someone to do my hair and wishes to escort me to the big ball, well I am gonna really suck for I have not a clue how to ballroom dance and maybe I should learn just in case."
Which led to me googling "How to waltz" and then following the feet markings in my cubicle while counting out loud "BOOM, tick, tick, BOOM, tick, tick, BOOM, tick, tick..." and so on.
And this just goes to show that me without LJ is probably not something you wish to see.
Also - I have absolutely no proprioception at all. None. I have no idea where my feet are and where they are going unless I am looking at them. It is just really really sad. I knew this because I never could freaking master the jazz square and I was also kicked outta ballet class, but that is not the story I am telling.
No - I have forgotten what the story I am telling is about.
Oh yes - me without LJ. I have been pestering Lum all day with plans for when I become 30. Which is February. Not that I want a fuss or anything.
But - I feel like I should do something and since there is a very long list of things I have not done I was all epiphanyish on Lum and was "I SHALL GO TO EUROPE" and then I realized that going to Europe will take a lot of money. And I can't even pay my electric bill on time.
So even though I am going to be 30 - this level of adulthood is not for me.
So then I decided "I SHALL GO TO...New York City!"
(Imagine each proclamation is said by me with my right hand up in the air, first finger pointing skyward - as if I was Eddie Izzard - I feel very Izzardish for some reason right now - must be all the philanthropy from this morning. Not that I know personally that Eddie is involved in a lot of charitable work, but I imagine that he would be if he was asked).
Except proclaiming as a 30 year old woman that you are going to New York just really is not that exciting. I checked. I ran over to Sally's cubicle next door and did the whole "I shall..." with the hand and the finger and the pointing and she was all "Well that is nice dear. Who is going to watch Sid?" and so maybe I need to come up with something else.
Something bigger. But cheap. Cause I am really poor and I can't figure out why - but I am.
Also no sky-diving. No diving of any kind actually. And no mountain climbing. If God wanted me to climb a mountain he would have made me a lot less lazy. Also - a Sherpa.
Man - y'know the dude with the entourage and the dress and the needing me to be his date - the guy I tried to learn to ballroom dance stuff for - he doesn't even have to be a prince. He could be a wealthy industrialist or even a kinda well off entrepreneaur.
Who am I kidding? He just needs to have a job and we could be going to Denny's. Dutch-treat. Except then I would have to leave my house and what kinda stalker freak follows you home anyway?
So, when all is said and done, it is probably a good thing I cannot dance.
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Date: 2004-09-23 02:41 pm (UTC)I heartily endorse the travel-as-birthday-present proposition, in case I haven't made that clear.
In case you wind up considering California, I offer you a cozy place to stay. (:
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Date: 2004-09-23 02:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 06:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 02:52 pm (UTC)My first choice was Australia. My second, and much cheaper, choice is Cherokee Trading post in Oklahoma. Well okay, not so cheap. If I had money with me it would be spent. So, maybe Australia would be cheaper in the long run.
*scratches head*
So back to square one. You could always whoop it up with one of those picturama clickly things with the white picture disks? Get really crazy and get one of Paris. *nods sagely*
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Date: 2004-09-23 02:54 pm (UTC)Also, this is totally my new life tagline:
Thus ends my brief flirtation with work-productivity.
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Date: 2004-09-23 03:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 03:54 pm (UTC)Also. RUBE!
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Date: 2004-09-23 04:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 03:35 pm (UTC)Which isn't toooo bad, now that I think of it. How many 30 year old women have a 23 year old to play with?
***wishes you gifts of more LJ time and younger guys to play with***
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Date: 2004-09-23 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 03:42 pm (UTC)HA! Funniest sentence ever! Can I steal it and post it on my quote board at work? I have a feeling it would explain a lot to my boss.
I supose it's a good thing you have LJ, if waltzing in your cubile is your only alternative for work entertainment. The ticky part is that you would have to be waltzing backward, and I would assume that adds a whole new level of difficulty for you. Probabaly best to stick with LJ.
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Date: 2004-09-23 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 04:37 pm (UTC)Perhaps you should make Year 30 the year of the roadtrip. Get in your car with Sid & drive! Go visit cool people & odd places. How many can you cram into a year? Just think of the possiblities.....
Hmm..
Date: 2004-09-23 07:15 pm (UTC)Then again, thats my answer for everything. Birthdays, Promotions, Tuesdays. It just plain kicks ass.
Or maybe I'm just bitter that I've tried to go on my birthday (free on your birthday) for the last 4 years and NO ONE wants to go. Sigh.
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Date: 2004-09-24 07:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-24 08:01 am (UTC)I did last year for Notcapade. Sigh.