Roses, roses cold.

I am currently burning a Saves the Day/Say Anything/Meg & Dia mix as a tribute to the most amazing concert of my life. Now whenever I make my daily trek to work and back, I can relive all the gloriousness. I desperately need an ipod. As I burn, I figure I might as well update this thing.

Okay, so on a side note, it makes me really happy that Tessa got picked on the Bachelor instead of Bevin. Not because I liked Tessa, but because Bevin is everything I hope I'm not by the time I'm 28. Side note ended.

How is it almost JUNE? Where the hell has this year gone? I really hope that I have a new license by my 21st, though I'm not sure how I will ever attain new identification. So, not that this has to do with anything at all, but my boss made a reference to me being stoned about 17 times today. If you've never met my boss- which you haven't- then that probably sounds strange. I guess that's what I get for coming into work 3 hours late on a Friday. I guess that's what I get for going to sleep on Thursday literally minutes before my alarm clock was set to go off. Ohh, fun. I would care more if I wasn't 20.

That's a bad motto to have.

New loves? Meg & Dia (who I really didn't care for before their live performance- and they weren't even great live... so I dunno what changed), THE OFFICE- my new Arrested Development, and the fact that there is seriously a book entitled "Belly Dancing for Older Women" and that someone bought it. And that this is the cover:



It is truly the little things.

Yo quiero Taco... Bueno.

Whilst driving to Austin from San Antonio this evening, I noticed a very wonderful billboard right smack dab in the middle of San Marcos.

Taco Bueno: Coming Soon.

Let us rejoice.

The definition of bad karma.

My purse got stolen on Friday night. It's not so much the actual purse that concerns me- it's everything in it. Everything in it consists of pretty much my entire life. *Consisted. It has truly been the hassle of the century.

All in all, I managed to have a great weekend.

I'm just an excited gal these days. I'm excited about the show on Wednesday. I'm excited about this coming weekend. I'm excited about my possible trip to London this summer. And I'm excited about sleep tonight.



Excitement.

And damn. I really hate "Everybody Loves Raymond." Even more than Monday's.

But it burns because it's wood.

Things have never been so exhausting. I get home every day with sore feet and sleepy eyes, but the over time sure keeps me going. I love being this busy. Loooove. Being productive all day at work makes me so much more productive outside of work, which is just what I needed. I could do without the wake up calls in the form of a leg cramp, though... I was wearing the exact same shirt as a girl I work with work today. It was weird. I think she may hate me too. We passed each other 3 times before I openly acknowledged the very obvious fact. Eh. I found it pretty ironic. Ya know what I realized today? I should really pick up smoking. Smokers get the privilege of taking 17,000 breaks. I suppose slowly destroying my health and ruining a potential singing career would be worth the extra hour a day I would get paid for simply filling my lungs with smoke. Maybe. Work, work, work. This is apparently my watercooler.

Anywho. Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin's "House Fire" is pretty much the only song in existence right now. And, Ocean's 13? Another one? Really?

[i ♥ alliteration]

What a whirlwind of a week. Quit my job on Monday. Had 4 job interviews on Tuesday. Started my new job bright and early on Wednesday morning. That's what I call a productive week. I actually love my new job, too. Turns out I really really like being busy at work. It's the boredom that kills me.

I somehow managed to lose my apartment key today. I definitely put it in its designated spot in my car when I left for work this morning, but it was nowhere to be found at 6:45 when I was pulling into my apartment complex. Of course, my phone decided to die about 30 minutes later. Eh, it led to an eventful night. I planned on getting home from work and sleeping for 17 hours straight, but ended up going out [didn't have much of a choice]. Luckily I got a phone call into Alex right before my phone's death. And I picked up a new key around midnight, so all is well. In other news, I saw an amazing show on Thursday night. Have I expressed my love for Austin? I love it. What a relaxing night. I am in serious need of a relaxing weekend.



Things have never been so great.