Domo Arigato (Mr. Roboto?)

Ok, I need to start out by saying that I fucking HATE Colorado weather sometimes. I really did NOT appreciate the 15" of snow we received. C'mon it's MARCH (even though March is one of our snowiest months, it should be spring-like dammit)!!! I had to leave my flipping car at work on Thursday because there was NO WAY I was getting it home in the blizzard...I would have been stranded on the side of the road. So thank GOD one of my awesomely awesome coworkers had 4 wheel drive and gave me a lift home (and Wash took me on Friday to pick it up)! But seriously...crappy...ass...weather! I hope we are done with that EVIL white stuff of doom for the rest of the season (I doubt it).

This weekend was groovytastic! Wash and I made an appearance at Wasabi-con on Friday and Saturday at the Sheraton off Hampden and I-25. Yes, it's what it sounds like...an anime convention full of slutty teeny-boppers and people with WAY too much time on their hands. I love cons (counting down the days till Starfest baby!!), but I had a hard time getting into this one. Anime isn't really my thing (I like some of them of course like SAILOR MOON but it's not my cup of tea most of the time), so that in itself was a problem. Everyone there was really young (I swear to god Wash, at the young age of 27, was probably the oldest person there except for parents of con-goers...pretty sad lol) and I was overwhelmed by the amount of *squee*ing and *glomp*ing and drama drama drama. BUT, Kairi was there with her friends along with some of Wash's friends, and so it was nice to hang out with all of them.

Friday night was awesome...at the con we got to watch a good-old, manly arm-wrestling tournament, drink fake rum made from some dude's grandma (don't ask), get tipsy on Merlot (can't beat that), eat some yummy pizza, hang with some cool people, and listen to a GM speak about being, well, a better GM (my baby is a GM so it was right up our alley). Then we went back to the hotel that Wash and I got for the weekend and had a party of our own (muahaha). Saturday Wash had to work so I chilled and watched a TV show on hostages and drug smuggling all day (because I'm a freak like that...it was called Locked Up Abroad and was highly addicting). Then Wash and I went to lunch at a ramen place off Hampden (EVERYONE SHOULD GO THERE!! It's like a traditional Japanese noodle bar with AMAZING food), and went back to the con for a bit where I loaded up with a bunch of Japanese snack food (Pocky, Ramune, and Karl...don't you love having Karl in your mouth? Haha). This was followed by a nap, which was followed by bowling and pool with Wash's bro in Highlands Ranch. We had Noodles and Co for dinner and then headed back to our hotel where I watched the Sex and the City movie and Wash played DS (and of course we had another party of our own muahaha)! So...overall, FANTASTIC weekend (even though the con was a little boring).

Today was freaky. Long story. Another post maybe? Let's just say some men are really pervy and make me want to take a shower (and run away...and never come back to work again...and cry a little...and almost call my boyfriend in a panic...and call security...and yeah). BUT, moving on now...I'll talk about it another time. It turned out not being as bad as I thought...but it was bad nonetheless. Gotta jet! Time to leave this god-forsaken place (worky work).

Until next time, never turn your back on a friend (because Sailor Moon doesn't)!
Peace, love, and happiness!

Rock. It. Out.

So, I've developed this new obsession with classic rock. Don't get me wrong, I've ALWAYS loved classic rock...but it's different right now. I won't listen to anything else. I think I just got really burned out on alternative/adult contemporary rock and now I'm getting back to my roots! I can't remember a moment from my childhood when I was with my dad and he wasn't blasting good, CLASSIC rock. I'm talkin' Led Zeppelin. Pink Floyd. The Scorps. Styx. Rush. Boston. AC/DC. Jimi Hendrix. Queen. All that awesome, hard core shit that you can't help but TOTALLY rock out to when it comes on the radio. I'm obsessed. I have been able to listen to it non-stop on an AOL radio station at work (check it out here: http://player.play.it/player/player.html?id=309&onestat=kxkl2) and my days have gone by SOOO much faster...and I'm in SUCH a better mood at the end of the day! And I keep geekin' out at work when really good songs come on (you should have seen my reaction to Burnin' For You by Blue Oyster Cult...it was ridiculous) and my coworkers think I'm a riot. All I have to say is fuckin' ROCK ON! I'm so addicted to this shit...ooh Heart is on! I'm gonna go crazy on you!!

What else is new? Scully, Inara and I went to our friend Gwen's yesterday for a Twilight marathon. That was awesome. We watched 10 Things I Hate About You too...haven't seen that movie in forever. Michael (David Krumholtz's character) reminds me so much of Wash it's a little creepy lol. Gotta' love it right? Tonight Wash and I are headed up to Crock to hang out with some of his friends and watch movies. So that should be fun. Um I got pulled over by a cop last night at like 11:00 because I still haven't switched my plates (I put the license plate with the stickers on the front and not the back cause I'm dumb...so the cop thought my car wasn't registered). I got away with a warning...no big deal. He was really nice. But, I really need to get my ass on that. Oh and today I felt adventurous and made conversation with Hot Transport Guy on my way to the ER to pick up some shit. His voice is oh so sexy and he is a work of art lol*drool.* I don't know WHAT compelled me to say anything to him (I'm shy as hell), but I just did. Weird. Oh and Hot Med Tech guy talked to me today too. He told me I had beautiful hair the other day. Today he asked me what my name was and was totally flirty. Ok, ok I'll shut up now. I love my Wash. I just get all cocky and Leo-ish when hot men flirt with me. Who wouldn't? Um what else...hmm. Not a whole lot. Yep. That's about it. Ooh now Renegade by Styx is on...don't let the long arm of the law find you!

Now I just have to count down the minutes till I am DONE with stupid work (it is SO boring today)!

Until next time, dont' let your warp core overload (that's ALWAYS a bad thing)!
Peace, love, and happiness!

Saint Who? Ohhhh...that one Irish guy!

It's March 17th. I woke up today and went to work where I was promptly pinched by a coworker for not wearing green. Shit. You've got to be kidding. It's St. Patty's day...and I'm wearing brown. All brown. Not even green socks...or even a green hairtie. Not even green underwear! I am a horrible Irish person...I am shaming my ancestors. I remember being terrified of St. Patrick's day when I was a little girl. I was SO afraid of waking up and going to school with not even a hint of green on and getting tortured by mean classmates all day long. I never ONCE forgot (my sister had it easy and always claimed her sparkling little emerald eyes counted as wearing green...I'm still not sure about that one). Today was a different story. No, I am not afraid of not wearing green on St. Patty's day anymore, but trust me, the pinching is no less irritating or torturous. I eventually had to break down and color a green clover on a piece of computer paper and tape it to my work vest just to appease people. The only people at work who DIDN'T seem to mind that I wasn't wearing the "color of the day" were the patients...and that's surprising (usually they mind EVERYTHING and sure the hell aren't afraid to "tell" you about it). On that note (and because I feel like having this blog entry be horribly choppy because I'm cool like that), it's time for my annual Anti-Saint Patrick's Day rant!

Ok, maybe I should rephrase. I'm not AGAINST St. Paddy's Day (is it Patty or Paddy...I have no clue), but I AM against Saint Patrick! Why, you ask? Brace yourselves...this gets ridiculous! And is probably completely historically inaccurate! 1) According to legend, he chased all the snakes out of Ireland. Isn't that good, you ask? NO! Did anyone EVER stop to think about how the snakes felt? That was their natural habitat and then some freaky dude with a staff (or something) came into THEIR territory and drove them into the sea...or into England (how did the English people feel?! I guess they did a lot of crappy junk to the Irish though so I digress...). But really...did anyone stop and think about how those little snakes felt about the whole thing? Of course not. Only I think of stupid shit like that. 2) Saint Patrick persecuted Pagans. Why would I want to celebrate a day named after some douche who burned my people on stakes (stakes...not snakes, mind you)? I DON'T! Thank you very much! My Druid ancestors were just minding their own business worshipping the elements and nature when Mr. FancyRobes comes in and decides to "change" things with what we now call "Catholicism." And then all my people died...the end. Or they were converted (even worse). Yeah...thanks A LOT Saint Patrick. And don't you dare hit me "how do you actually know St. Patrick persecuted your people?" How do I know? He was Catholic. Question answered, next song please. 3) He looks funny. No, just kidding. I just needed to come up with a 3rd reason because two reasons don't make a very convincing argument. And green beer is cool (c'mon, who thought of that? That's wicked genius right there).

So, instead of going out and partying with friends and drinking the aforementioned alcohol and being crazy and ridiculous, I am staying home and doing laundry...because I REFUSE to celebrate Saint Patrick (or maybe it's because I am really tired and just want to come up with an excuse for being a TOTAL party pooper...yeah that might be it)! At least it will be better than a couple years ago...the day is still fresh in my little memory. Ok, it wasn't that horrible...I just ended up at Bennigan's...alone...eating more Kilkenny chicken tenders and honey mustard than I could stomach. It was pretty depressing...and pathetic...and now crickets are chirping...awkward!

Anywhoosits, I think I'm gonna travel on home and wash some clothes, eat some spaghetti and coffee ice cream (because that's very Irish you know), watch "13 Going on 30" which my wonderful Scully bought me yesterday (I'm not a sap for girly movies at all...no no not me), and chill like an ice cube. And maybe I'll be motivated to make something for the work potluck tomorrow...or I'll do what I usually do and just pick up some donuts in the morning because I am lazy and hate to cook. We'll see.

Until next time, I'm a geek and you must be too if you are reading this silly blog! Love ya!

Peace, love, and happiness!

Pardon me while I catch up a bit...

I think I'm finally stepping into the 21st century (although that could be debated). I have been an online whore for God knows how many years now and I have FINALLY discovered this thing people call...blogging? Whoa. It's a crazy world in here. You mean to say I can actually express my thoughts and ideas on a website that anyone can read? I'm a little taken aback. Ok, not REALLY, but you know. Maybe it's because I never had anything to say before (doubtful) or maybe it's because NOW I feel like what I DO have to say is actually worthy of saying. Or maybe I really have no flipping idea why I didn't start blogging before today. I don't know, and I guess it really doesn't matter. The POINT is that NOW I am blogging. So watch out world.

I'm sitting at my desk at the hospital...I think I'm supposed to be working but I've come to the conclusion that work is overrated (we all know that). I'm bored out of my mind and I'm starving because I'm the only one who works Sunday during the day and, thus, I get no breaks. On the positive side, it's a beautiful day out there Denver! The sun is up, the sky is blue...it's beautiful and so are YOU (Beatles rock)! I really want to go for a walk...I just might. But I'm assuming that once I get home, I will be "too tired" (or too fucking lazy) to go and enjoy the nice weather. It's a goal though...and I'm staying optimisitc. Because optimism is cool (and so is Optimus Prime).

Anywho, I feel that I am ALREADY getting boring (this is going to be one sad, sad blog indeed), and I'm just about off the job. So I guess I'll make like a PBJ sandwich and...squish. Or something. Sigh...my brain is fried. Now, I will go home and shower, put on something sexy, and wait for Wash to get home. He is taking me up to Crock to get my poor little broken hearted car (which his dad so kindly fixed for me) and then taking me out for a romantic dinner and some lovin' under the stars. Can't wait.

Until next time, may the force be with you! Or live long and prosper! Or stay shiny! Whatever floats your proverbial boat! :-)

Peace, love, and happiness!