Aubkabob

a coworker, julia, and i were talking about how we love and have crushes on obscure actors.

here's my current(ish) list:

Michael Vartan
Marc Blucas
Michael Weatherly
Goran Vijnenifhahceic

and there are more. i promise. and i have absolutely no idea how to spell Dr. Kovac's last name. as if you couldn't tell. and i'm too lazy to look it up. apparantly.

my main musicians i have crushes on:

Kevin Griffin
John Rzeznik (possibly also sic'ed)

and that's all i can think of right now.

maybe i should try to make these lists when i'm JUST a bit more awake. *schlups coffee*

uh, erm. i don't have much to say about the anniversary today. i wasn't even sure if i was GOING to say anything. mom was watching a lot of memorials and such on t.v. this morning.

so all i'll do is point you to the journal posts i made on the day it happened.

pretty pitiful stuff, in retrospect. instead of mourning losses, i scream about the horrible ness of the media.

*shrug*

maybe i couldn't really say anything else that hadn't already been said? i dunno.

i do know i need more coffee.

also, anyone else going to the lj drink up tomorrow night?

i'll be there, with bells on.

so brosely and i just watched The Family Guy.

#1 - i didn't know that Seth Green did the voice of Chris Griffin (the feeble minded son)

#2 - i didn't know that Seth Green is a year OLDER than me. almost exactly 13 months.

i've always adored seth green, though not in a sexual way at ALL (mainly because my brother went through a phase in growing up where he looked EXACTLY like him..) seth green is one of the celebs that i could see myself hanging out with casually if i ever became famous.

included in that list with seth green is conan o'brien, matt damon, and a few others that i can't remember who they are.. i really need to compile a list. cuz i obviously have no life.

i just remember seeing certain people on t.v. or in movies, and especially in interviews, and thinking "omg.. they're so not stuck on themselves, and they're FUNNY.

but i still need more coffee.

my dream last night involved being VERY sexually frustrated. that was the main theme behind everything.

i also lived in an open house. or an open room, was more like it. everything was made of light wood, and it consisted of a balcony on one wall, and a big window on the next wall. there was a bed under the window, and the window had no glass, and had these long, white, light curtains, that would blow way out into the room with the breeze. i would stand in the balcony and look over everything. the balcony was on the 3rd floor, and overlooked all these square cliffs, that were all covered with green lush grass and trees. i would watch the rain from there, and watch the butterflies dancing in the raindrops. i saw something sparkling just behind a little bush on the edge of a river, and knew that if i ever got there, that it would be a prize beyond anything ever imagined. i made a mental note of it, but was content to stand on my balcony and watch, listen to, and smell the rain.

my window, though in the same room, was ground level. i would drape myself across the bed and rest my chin on the window sill and watch the miniature river caused by the abundance of rain slowly drift by. i saw beauty in the fallen leaves floating on top of the water, and watched with bemusement what happened below the surface. at one point, the water became muddy, and i frowned, because i couldn't see below the surface anymore. i stuck my head out the window and looked closer...

suddenly, i popped out the window and landed on a raft. i was now conan o'brien. i made some wise crack about THAT not being what i had planned on doing, and back paddled back to the window sill, trying not to get my suit wet. once i popped back in the window, i was myself again, donned in a loose fitting almost see-through white sleeveless dress, watching the rain patter outside my window and balcony.

my other dream, i was hanging out with Andrew Scott from Sloan. we were walking around downtown somewhere. i was in a yellow sundress and walking barefoot, carrying my sandals. there were a lot of vendors outside, much like as if it were a festival of some kind. he offered to buy me the new album, but i refused at first, feeling bad that he would want to spend his money on ME (as i do irl).. finally, he talked me into it. so i got the new Sloan album. in thanks, i gave him a big hug and a quick kiss on the lips. he was pleasantly surprised, as i giggled like a school girl and skipped ahead, swinging my sandals and holding down my sunhat.

both dreams, i was in loose fitting, comfortable sleeveless dresses, and in both, i was barefoot.

hrm.

there's a man with one foot in the grave
and one foot on a banana peel..

if i don't make it known that i've loved YOU all along
just like sunny days we all ignore because
we're all dumb and jaded....

lmao... i got this at the end of a spam email:

"Click Below to be removed fom our mailing sstems:

To be removed lick here "

always ALWAYS remember:

no matter HOW dead a store may seem...

no matter HOW long it has been since you've seen a customer..

..

...

a customer will choose THEE SECOND you adjust your bra cup to fwip around the corner and ask you for help.