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in case anyone has a sudden craving for greasy fish and chips this post is for you.

i beg of you, don’t do it! for some unknown reason i talked the downtown crew into going for this barf-tastic meal. this is the girl who refuses to eat meat. i am not an actual vegetarian, but i don’t enjoy meat. well eating it anyway. ha ha. sorry, i digress. back on subject. tonight’s venue was not my best idea. i am confident in saying that i doubt my input will be considered for quite some time.

needless to say, i am now home glued to my couch. too sick to move.

sundance tickets locals only wrist bands were given out today. for those of you who know me only by blog, i am a sundance whore. love, love it. tim and i set a personal record two years ago, 19 films. my ass hurt for months. i don’t mind waiting in line for a couple hours for this. but, my favorite part comes at the end of the wait. when i walk away with an ugly wristband and see all the other people still waiting. shut-up. i know, i am mean.

i am new to the dancing with the stars phenomenom. i only caught it bevause the OC wasn’t on. what i would like to know is why haven’t any of you girls told me how great it was?? now i understand why my sister-in-law holli is ballroom girl. don’t listen to my brother, dance your heart out girly!

my non-expert commentary–

lisa & louis. he was cute enough, and i have always liked her. i know, i know, one too many lifetime television for bored women movies. whatever, i still like her.

kenny & andrea. very entertaining to watch. that girl has moves! kenny, was hysterical. sports caster gone dancer.

drew & cheryl. finally a lachey back on television.

jerry rice, i love you even more after seeing your hips groove!!!

i need tivo. soon.

according to senator “fuckwit” buttars….

senator buttars has gay friends, despite his total disbelief of the lifestyle “choice”? i call bullshit.

this coming from the man who is set on banning the gay-straight alliance club from utah high schools. his reasoning being– at chess club they talk about chess, at dance club they talk about dance. so at “gay club” what are they going to talk about? sex. granted, it has been quite some time since he was in high school but what student doesn’t talk about sex? boys locker rooms. girls locker rooms. so, buttars unless you intend to step into every high school in this state and stop all sex talk, let it go.

and he believes in the separation of church and state. since when?

and the quilted bear with your wife? the utter horror of that statement!

in regards to intelligent design in the classroom, “tell the students the truth“. what “truth” are you referring to buttars? the mormon truth? you would like that, wouldn’t you?! ha.

alright, i will spare you. after listening to his interview who else needs a drink?

be sure to tune into radio west today. that asshole, chris buttars will be on the program.

man-jumper. i have always been one. makes moving on much easier, doesn’t it? come on, admit it. after all, we have all done it. not that there’s anything wrong with it! in an effort to keep with my new year’s resolution, i refuse to man-jump this year. god damn, the road to emotional wellness is a giant pain in the arse. this will affect more than just me. apologies, to all those cute barrista’s at my s-bux. no more flirting from this girl. i am taking time off. lying low. having some downtime.

ok, i think i covered all the cliche’s

re·jec·tion ( P ) Pronunciation Key (r-jkshn)
n.

1. The act of rejecting or the state of being rejected.

for unknown reasons certain people go through life without understanding the true meaning of rejection. i envy those people.

coping with rejection and apparent failure is a serious matter. the tragic death of john kennedy toole screams this truth at anyone lucky enough to need an explanation. no publisher would touch his book. in a vain attempt to kill the pain, he committeded suicide. posthumously, his book was published. and won the 1980 pulitzer prize for fiction.

JKT, i commiserate with you. SO, i am starting your book tonight. again. this time i will not dissappoint you. no rejection found here. i shall finish the book!

your mouth, that always tells lies.
it’s time you told your story.

apparently when krissy and i drink an entire bottle of rum, champagne, hypnotic, and keg beer, i turn into a fighting ninja. the ninja side only comes out in desperate situations. such as, street fights in front of the party we attended. the story, simply was a stranger who asked me for a smoke. i explained in fear of cancer i do not partake. he did not take that comment well, and decided to scream at me as he walked away. luckily the temper didn’t come out to play, that time. krissy and i simply hollered after him, in fits of laughter.

inside the party while in line for the bathroom, a VERY annoying VERY young girl decided to be bitchy to krissy and i. not the brightest idea. we continued to make fun of her for the duration of the evening. this included “accidentally” spilling champagne on her, oops. she then punched krissy. her boyfriend immediately took her outside. i think by that time he realized the blonde duo doesn’t back down. sometimes it’s fun to pretend you are 23 again!

we grew tired of the party and decided to wander the streets of slc, not the best idea in the pouring rain while drunk. supermark came to our rescue. eggs, all around!

happy new year everyone!

i saw brokeback mountain this afternoon, thanks to mark for being a good sport and an excellent chauffeur. also thanks to the dealership who sold him a new suv, this means he likes to cart cute blondes around. a brilliant choice on his part, i might add.

the movie was fantastic, though a little long for my self diagnosed (or easily bored) a.d.d., i did sit mostly still for the entire 2+hours. clapping and tears filled the theater. well that, and every god damn seat. i haven’t seen a show sold out at the broadway since 1996 or whatever year gross point blank came out.

the man sitting next to me cried in his popcorn. i wanted to hug him. actually, i wanted mark to but i knew i had already pushed my limits for the day!

where has the year gone? i can not believe 2005 ends tomorrow night. i wasn’t done with it yet. granted, certain things i am SO finished with. others, notsomuch.

2006, just maybe i will finally:
start returning phone calls
give daisy the attention she deserves
realize perhaps patience IS a virtue
finish that book
compile my writing
become a brunette
let ben live his own life
get my internship done
stop obsessing (sure)
visit jen more
have a “healthy” relationship
stop being a flake
accept my age

until then, i will drink, and drink some more. krissy to entertain me, the boys to protect me. party, we shall!