Breaking my "forgetting to update for months on end streak" because this is MEGA-IMPORTANT:



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Chopped off a whole bunch of my hair today (cue cries of, "YOUR ONE BEAUTY!"). This morning I just woke up and decided to get a haircut. I think it was about 10 inches or so. I also figured since it was so long, that I'd donate it. Which I did.

I'm kind of freaking out about it, even though it's not really THAT short. It's just that for the moment my hair is straight (and my hair is never straight) and I guess it looks ok, but I have no idea what's going to happen when I wash it and it's curly again. I also really liked having my hair long and I've had nightmares about my hair getting cut too short (I don't know, that's just what terrifies me for some reason). I'm just trying to calm myself because someone who actually needs my hair is getting it. And it will grow back. Eventually.

I don't know, I'm just weirdly obsessed with my hair (even though all anyone ever tells me is "YOU SHOULD CUT YOUR HAIR" or "YOU SHOULD STRAIGHTEN YOU HAIR").

Here is some before & after action:
( pictures of my glorious beauty )

Not sure why I look so depressed. And now I have an excuse not to wash my hair tomorrow! WIN FOR LAZINESS.

The End.

I love talking about dreams!

I've never had a recurring dream, but in my dreams I have recurring...themes? For instance, every now and then I'll dream that I'm pregnant, but it's not the same dream every time (I had one the other night where I was 7 months pregnant but had yet to inform anyone of this fact). I'll also have types of dreams where I'm trying to walk or run but it's really hard to move and others where I'm trying to drive, but I'm having trouble steering the car and/or the brakes don't work.

I also have a recurring image of a forest in my dreams, which is weird to me. Often times the setting of my dream is near the edge of a big forest. Sometimes I'm really close to the edge of the forest, sometimes it's further in the distance, but I'm never in it. In the dream itself I don't usually acknowledge it, because it's not really important to the action taking place, it's just sort of there.

Oh, and sometimes I have recurring characters, I guess you could say. For example, sometimes I have dreams where Paul McCartney is a jerk/my enemy.

What does this say about me? Probably that I'm crazy.

How I feel:



I've been neglecting watching baseball in favor of hockey playoffs, but I've really been in the mood to get to a game, which is why at the end on last week, on a whim, I decided that I was going to a game and taking my sister with me. I looked at the upcoming schedule, and wouldn't you know, the Yankees were playing the Red Sox at home. I made the executive decision to get tickets, because never in all my years had I attended a Yankees-Red Sox game (my sister had been to 2 prior to this, both at Fenway). We sat in the right field bleachers, because we just love sitting out there.

So yeah, no big deal but this was literally the best game I've ever been to for any sport, ever. IT HAD EVERYTHING! A 5-0 lead, losing that lead, being down by 2 going into bottom of the 9th, a walk-off home run, pie in the face, the Red Sox losing, etc. And I got to see Fransisco Cervelli play, and I irrationally love him! And Hughes was pitching!

When the Yankees were up 5-0, I just knew things were going to be batshit insane, and probably not in a way I liked, so I wasn't really surprised several innings later when the score was 9-7 Red Sox. However, when A-Rod got up to bat in the 9th, I had a really good feeling, like I KNEW he was hitting a home run right then and there. And I was right, as always!* Then everyone in the place proceeded to lose their shit and it was just magical and I have a sore throat from screaming. And of course after Marcus Thames hit a walk-off home run it was just pandemonium and the noise level was unreal. I have never before been to a game with an ending like that. Good lord. Amazing.

My sister was excited to see Papelbon come in, because he feel apart or somethingat the last game she was at at Fenway. We had a good laugh afterward about this.

Oh, and during the game, the people sitting directly behind me got engaged! This is also something I've never seen happen. I literally could have reached out and grabbed the ring out of the guy's hand, that's how close I was to these people. What a great evening for them.

And here are some photos, should you be interested:

( yankees! red sox!  )

*Earlier this year, I went to a Rangers game with my sister, and I said, "Ok, watch! Gaborik is totally gonna score soon." And he totally did, right after I said that. Apparently I can predict superstar players doing what they're paid to to do.

Last night, I had a sort of Rangers/movie night at my house, which for the most part was an enjoyable evening. The Rangers won, Henrik had a shutout, Marc Staal scored, etc. Then we watched Inglourious Basterds, which I had not yet seen because I guess I wanted to be among the last people on the internet who hadn't seen it or something. I really liked it, but it's probably not my favorite movie ever. Maybe I would have enjoyed it more if it hadn't been for all the hype I've heard about it. I don't know.

However, I ended up missing the entirety of the first period of the Rangers, AND HERE'S WHY:

My friend Doug was getting to my house before my other two guest (Kim and her brother Joe). So the two of us decided that when he got there we'd drive over to one of the local pizza places and pick up a pizza. He picks me up, and we drive over, get our pizza, no big deal.

At this point the fun starts! We get back in the car to drive home, and when he turns it on, the engine is making a weird sound. I think we both went, "Uhhhhh...?" but Doug was confident that everything would be ok! (You can probably see where this is going.)

So the car is being weird as we leave the parking lot and turn on to Main St. We stop at a red light, which was at the intersection where we had to turn. So as we're turning, Doug announces, "There goes the power steering!" and then the car just, you know, stops moving. At this point I just started laughing, and basically didn't stop the entire evening. Because there we are in a stalled car, in an intersection, with a large pizza. After a few seconds of us both first giving each other blank stares and then me cracking up and asking, "WHAT DO WE DOOOOO?!" we decided that Doug would get out and push while I steered the car to a better location. This was also comedy gold (well for me) because he is pushing and I yell back to him, "OK, I'm going to turn into the hair stylist's parking lot! Oh wait, no the wheel isn't turning, never mind!" All the while other cars are driving around us giving us such looks of WTF, including the guy in the smart car which mad me laugh even harder. After the parking lot that we missed, there was a law office parking lot that I was able to turn into.

So we chilled in the parking lot for a few minutes trying to figure out our next move. I'll give Doug credit, he was perfectly rational and accepting of the situation and laughed along with me, rather than yelling at me to shut the fuck up because his car was apparently dead. I mean there were a few moments where he was basically talking his car through everything, to no avail. I ended called my dad, since although we were only a few yards from the pizza place we were also a mile, maybe less, from my house.

Clearly there was nothing my dad could do, he's not a mechanic, so we decided to put the car in a parking space (it was just chilling in the middle of a small lot). However, after we accomplished this, my dad decided it would be a better idea to park the car in the street in case of something. I actually don't know why, but we did it. Once again I was steering, which was really difficult since I have limited upper body strength, and my dad was shouting at me to turn the wheel hard, WHICH I WAS DOING THANK YOU VERY MUCH. We eventually got the car into a spot and lived to tell about it, so I guess it was ok.

We then decided to leave the car there, and deal with it later. Finally, an hour after leaving my house, we got back. And then ate the pizza. Also Doug was complaining that it seemed like the pizza guy didn't do a good job cutting it, to which I had to point out that the pizza had gotten cold, causing the cheese congeal or something, making it harder to separate. You know, because we had gotten the pizza about an hour ago. We also realized that we had both had the same mental image in our head of getting stranded in the parking lot and sitting on the trunk of his car, looking sad and and lonely eating the pizza until AAA showed up.

The Epilogue to this story is that when we went back to his car later that night, it magically started right up and he managed to get home, which is about 40 minutes away. However, on the way home, he got pulled over by a state trooper for some reason.

The End!

tl;dr : My friend's car broke in the middle of an intersection. I found it hilarious. We ate pizza.

I think it's clear that my epic plans from earlier this to go to Florida to watch hockey aren't happening, since if they were I'd probably be in/leaving for Florida by now. Sad, but such is life.

I really have nothing of interest to say, but I figure if I have this thing, might as well update it. Soooooo...

Here are some things I'm obsessed with lately:

-The Avett Brothers. I know they've been around for awhile, but I'm just now discovering their music. And I can't stop listening to them.
-The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Also I'm probably behind, but good lord did I ever love this book. It totally sucked me in, and I couldn't put it down. I'm obviously currently reading the sequel, The Girl Who Played with Fire and once I'm done I'm going to lose my mind waiting for the last book of the trilogy, which isn't being released in the US until May 25. I'm also attempting to go see the movie
-The Pacific. Yeah, like I'm not gonna watch a Tom Hanks-produced epic, historical mini-series. Like I haven't watched Band of Brothers more times than anything else ever. Like I'm not already planning on owning the dvd of this series so I can have marathon viewings of it. COME ON. I've been interested in watching this series since I first heard they were making it a few years ago. While I can't say I like it more than Band of Brothers (which remains one of my most favorite things of all time. SO GOOD), I have been enjoying it in its own right, and I probably shouldn't keep comparing it to B.O.B. I'm really excited to see the upcoming episodes.
-BASEBALL SEASON IS A MERE FIVE DAYS AWAY. YANKEES VS RED SOX! \o/

Dear everyone in the world,

If you ever find yourself desperate to be at the mall at say 9:22pm on a random Wednesday, at least pretend like you have some sense of purpose, whether it be at the mall at that present moment or just for your life in general. Here's the thing: the stores at the mall close at 9:30pm. This isn't a suggestion and it's not there for fun. It's not 9:30-ish, it's 9:30. Because after the store closes we still have things to do before we can leave. And I for one hate being there any longer than I have to, so it would be nice to get things done quickly. But I can't when you're still in the store wandering around slowly, touching everything all the while. Why do you do this? Are you going to buy something? No? Yes? WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHY DID YOU JUST UPEND THAT PILE FOR NO REASON I HATE YOU.

Also, don't give me a dirty look when I tell you the store is closing in 5 minutes and don't give my manager and I a dirty look 5 minutes after that when we tell you that the fitting rooms are closed, since at this point it is 9:30 and THAT IS WHEN THE STORE CLOSES. Look, I know maybe it's not your fault and you had no other time to get to the mall, and your only window was at 9:22pm on Wednesday. I don't make the rules, it's just how it works. The store has to close.

And don't try and haggle with me. Look, I'm sorry that some of the items are ridiculously overpriced. I don't set the prices. I work for a large corporation, and I just do what they tell me. And no, no matter how hard you try, I am not going to give you a lower price. Look, I feel you, I'm poor, and to be honest even I think some of the prices are a little much and I work here, but I can't do anything about it. I would also appreciate if, after you try and haggle with me, that you didn't attempt to do so again maybe 15 minutes later and expect a different result. There is a set price. And don't try and guilt me into lowering the price just for you by asking things like, "Oh, so you're not going to give me a good price for this?" Oh, I'm sorry, what was I thinking making the price of this? Here let me take half off! Because I run this company and I can do things like that! Oh wait, I'm actually a sales associate at a mall and I'd lose my job if I kept giving out random discounts.

That's it. And thanks for making me stay late just so you could purchase a single tshirt, priced $9.99 that also had an additional 50% off, bringing the total cost to about $5.24 after tax.

Love,
Kaitlin

On Saturday night, takemeback and I went to see Joey McIntyre (you know, from New Kids on the Block) *~LIVE IN CONCERT~*.  It was really fun even though I knew maybe 4 songs. I did learn that he is 37 years old and that he apparently has an intense and dedicated fan base for some reason. It was kind of weird. I mean, was aware that he keeps releasing solo music (because Christine has informed me) but I had no idea anyone else did. I guess part of it might have been the successful reunion tour they had, but still. This shit was sold out. Really, none of this mattered because he's totally hot. Like, really ridiculously good looking. 

Oh, and Jordan Knight was there and everyone flipped out.

And then we decided that we are doing to everything in our power to see NKOTB at Radio City in June. 

To be honest, I should probably be more embarrassed by this, but with each passing day I lose more and more of my ability to feel any kind of shame, so whatever. 

So yesterday in my potential itinerary for Magical Mystery Tour 2010, I mentioned possibly going to Florida with my bff Kim with the purpose of watching hockey. The Rangers play the Lightning on April 3rd and the Panthers on the 4th and Kim noticed this and thought it would a completely insane yet appropriate epic road trip. This whole plan is still in the earliest planning stages and potentially won't happen, but today I decided it MUST OCCUR.

Why?

THE TICKETS ARE SO CHEAP HOLY GOD JESUS IN HEAVEN MY BRAIN EXPLODED.

I was on stubhub today out of curiosity, and for these games the tickets are as low as $10. THAT'S LIKE THE PRICE OF A BEER AT THE GARDEN (ok a beer is actually like $9.00 but STILL). ARE YOU PEOPLE FOR REAL? And ok, I know that this is the price someone decided to go with on stubhub BUT STILL. The cheapest Rangers tickets on there are $30. Unreal. Sometimes I forget everything costs $900 more in New York. Also that we have a bigger fanbase or whatever who is willing to pay.

I need to go on this trip and sit in some unreal seats which cost like $0.00

 

HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?

Basically, I got a Wii for Christmas. I pretty much love it. I currently only have the one Sports game that came with the Wii, at which I apparently fail. It's not my fault I have terrible hand-eye coordination! THAT DOESN'T MAKE ME 79. Also note that I've gotten WORSE at this.

I also got some other fun things for Christmas, like the seasons of Scrubs I was missing, other dvds, some nice clothes, really the usual things I get every year and enjoy.

I finally booked my flight to New Orleans, so I'll be there Jan 28-Feb 1. EXCITING!

Aaaaand, I am taking my sister to her first Rangers home game next Wednesday. She's going to love it, I can't wait.