The Deep Breath Before the Plunge

If you know anything, you know what the title means. If the reference is lost on you, I dub thee "lame". My journey from Minnesota to Oregon was definitely in the top 2 of all time worst personal worst plane trips. I was scheduled to leave minny at 8 and arrive in p-town at approximately noon (pst), with an annoying but necessary pit stop in Chicago in between. Though I arrived somewhat late to the predictably crowded airport, I managed to check in, and check for bombs fast enough to board the plane sans incident. We taxied from the gate, and sat on the tarmac for about half an hour, when the pilot announced that there was a dispute about the weight and balance of the plane, and that we were ordered to return to the gate. We did. Once this little issue was resolved, we took off for chi-town...about an hour late. Of course, I missed my connecting flight to Oregon. Pissed, I was directed to American Airlines' desk for rebooking. No more flights today from chicago to portland, but I there is something through Orange County. Yes THAT Orange County. The OC. What the FUCK?! I have to fly home through Newport, through Cali? Through the land of brooding Ryans, soon-to-be lesbian Marissas, cock-tease Summers, mom-o-phile Lukes, and me-in-the-future Sandys? I felt a combination of repulsion and exhileration. But, the flight wasn't for 3 hours, so I crammed a crappy 5 dollar chipoltle wannabe "beach burrito" down my gullet and read "Still Life With Woodpecker" (btw...Tom Robbins is an american Nabokov in that he eschews plot in favor of brilliantly composed sentences and colorful characters). Pretty much everyone in the airport was annoyed, tired, and semi-sui-homicidal (happy holidays!) when a big black airport maitenence worker strode up to the microphone (you know, the one the desk people use to board the plane) wished everyone a happy holidays, and then broke into beautiful song. He was an AMAZING singer. There was a huge crowd around him, and when he was done everyone was hugging him and shaking his hand. It put a smile on my face, and everything didn't seem so bad. Amazing how a good song can do that. Maybe I should buy a CD. Never gonna happen. (As a brief tangent...am I the only person in the world who doesn't own a CD? I think its possible. How has this happen? How, in my 22 years of life, have I not come to own a single compact disc? Matty, help!) Anyway, the rest of the story isn't that interesting. I flew to the OC where is was warm, but Caleb Nichol and Julie managed to NOT show up. Then, on to Portland, where , sure enough, my baggage was lost. Thankfully, it was delivered at about 3am that night. Somehow, I still haven't showered since Minny, even though I've gone to Christmas Eve service, and Christmas dinner since then. I'm completely disgusting. Matty: It's not stealing since I gave you proper citation. This Will Never Happen: I will watch ROTK: EE and be bored. Someone in my family will give a gift to another member, and then NOT have to justify why the reciever should like it.

Christmas Comes But Once a Year

Denise Richards is hot, but a terrible terrible actress.

Last night, the little lady and I decided to have christmas a little early. Now, we were going to celebrate tonight, because I'm leaving tomorrow to visit my parents, but...one of her friends is back in town, and she's gonna go out tonight. That's probably for the best, because I have to do laundry, and pack, and watch the OC.

Speaking of the OC: I have seen every episode except for last week's. This bothers me. I like things to be complete, I like integers and rounding, I like boxed sets, I like strikes and spares, home runs, multiples of 10. So, at some point, I have to see that 'sode. It'll probably happen when I least expect it, when I'm not looking for it, when I won't understand what's going on. That's usually how good things happen, I suppose. Anyway, I like the OC, especially now that Ryan has stopped brooding/smoldering as much. Although, I do feel the show was a lot better when they didn't know that Seth was charismatic and sexy, and simply threw him in for some comic relief.

Ok, so we had christmas early. We exchanged presents. What did I get, you might ask? Well, its better to give than recieve, and so I'll tell you what she got first. An engraved bracelet, pink fuzzy slippers, and a "Sex and the City" board game. She loved everything. I got a christmassy sweater, and an "Oregon" hoody. I love both of 'em. Then we watched "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air". One of my favorite shows, highly underrated. My roommate claims that it is overrated. To which I say...eh? It didn't win any awards, was only marginally successful in the ratings. How can it be overrated?

Well, this morning I'm sitting here at work, being Christmassy, and thinking about going home. I still call my parents house my "home" even though they moved after I went to college. I wonder what it is that makes me say "home".

I've decided to institute a "Running Thread". Something that will appear on every post a la Matty's "What I'm listening to" and "In other news". So, I've decided on "This will definately happen." Basically my predictions for the coming day/week/year/life. So, on with the inauguration (though Rehnquist is too sick to attend)

This Will Definately Happen: Jake will arrive in Mizzou in the Celeb. Enjoy the company of his mother for about 2-3 days, then get bored out of his mind. Follow this with some awkward drinking, and a few illicit bowls. Also....DB will eat a mayonnaise sandwhich.

Breaking the Seal

I have decided, given that "blog" is one of the 'words of the year', that I should try out this method of communication. Now, those who know me are aware that I am not very verbose, and that when I am, the result isn't always pretty. So, while I will attempt to post regularly, I shant be submitting overwrought, bloated verbosities.

So, today my friend Jake has my car...taking it to Missouri, and I have E-town's car while he's in Menlo. A little auto-menage never hurt anyone. Though I would hate to see that kind of injury.