ellenor_rigby

If my mom knew how right she really was most of the time, I don't think I would ever be allowed human contact with other individuals.

I went to a beach party last night where I ran into an old friend from HS. We spent a good chunk of the night catching up. at one point she calls over to a friend to send some 'hot, legal aged guys' over to her "tell them I work in porn" she says. We laugh, and then she proceeds to tell me that in the end of July, she's moving to Michigan to work in porn.

I laugh again, "you're fuckin with me right?"
Her friend Shaun (who had this incredible Clark Kent/Superman thing going on)said "yeah, I thought she was kidding when she told me"
"Wow, so,... is it going to be like 'Caroline does Chemistry'?"
"No, no, I'm not actually in the porn. I get to edit the porn."
"ew, I mean, oh. Well, that's still kind of cool. How many people around here get to say I have a friend who works in porn?"

Now earlier today, my parents drove talraen and I to the mall. On the way my mom is asking me all these questions about the party. When I get to Caroline, I give her the Parent Friendly version where she moves to Michigan to edit small, independent films. My mom says "oh that's nice, like on the Independent Film Channel."
"kinda, but I don't think you'll see them there"
"well, it's not like she's working in porno movies."
I chuckle to myself and once at the mall, I let talraen in on the joke.

Boy if my mother only knew.

So my branch got audited this week. Ya know, Main office checkin in to make sure we're not "combining our forces" to steal people's money.

My dad dropped me off, and as I got out of his truck I see three silver cars. Let me tell you something. There is no fear greater than coming to work and realizing there are WAY too many cars in the parking lot before the bank opens. So I'm standing at the door waiting to get in, and trying to rationalize some other possible, not-so-job-threatening situation. Managers meeting... no too early. The cleaning staff is still here... no they come piled in a minivan. I know! three of the girls got new cars... HA! That's ridiculous. We don't get paid nearly enough to trade up for two convertibles and a BMW.

Finally, someone shows up at the door to let me in. The traditional look of despair was on my coworkers face. I already know the answer but I ask anyway. "The auditors are here, right?" Just a quick nod of her head and my week was shot to hell.

Three days later when it was all over, my supervisors say it went well. They mostly had "nit-picky" things on their report. Sandy says the audit dept. does that because if they don't have anything to report then their supervisor will say they didn't do their job. Whatever, as long as I still have a job I don't care.

In other news, I'm on the hunt for a digital camera so I can take pictures of my cakes. Hey, then maybe I could figure a way to post them here so you all can see my masterpieces!

So we did an Emperor draft last night, the team I was on got creamed. My deck sucked. I think,... no wait, I KNOW I'm a terrible Magic player. We set up at Brian's house, his dad made margaritas. I thought mine was really strong so I gave it to balerion. After the draft, we played some Smash Bros. for a while. Then Matt and his brother Robert (who kicked my butt) left. So Brian, talraen, draehor, and I sat around having silly conversations until almost 3.

I love the things that come up during late-night or sleepover conversations. Here are a few of my favorites:

New Year's Eve 2004:
We're ate James's house. I believe it's the first time we all drank as a group. Matt was hangin out the "pukin window" for a while and went off to bed early. I think the only ones who stayed were James (of course, Steve, Matt, and myself. We're all laying in our sleeping bags talking about high school when Matt starts saying how cold it is.

Matt: It's so cold in here. Is any one else cold?
James: Do you want a blanket?
Matt: No I need my sweatshirt.
James: Are you sure?
Matt: I just want my sweatshirt. (meanwhile, he's searching for said sweatshirt in the dark)
James: Dude, it's no problem. There's a blanket right outside the door.
Matt: I SAID I WANT MY GODDAMN SWEATSHIRT!
(quiet)
Steve: ... So, you don't want the blanket?

Cuzzo's Wedding:
So, I believe this was the night of Mike's wedding. We had gone upstate and we all shared a room. After dancing and drinking the night away, we put on our jammies and get into our beds. James and Brian shared a bed for this one.

Lights are out, everyone is having side conversations, when there's a small space of silence during which...

James: Brian, is that your arm on my leg?
Brian: No James, it's my penis.
(laughter ensues)
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Now last night, I don't quite recall anything as quotable, but the conversation was still entertaining.

So Sunday I went to a Reggae Party at the local bar with a bunch of girls and their boyfriends. I saw a bunch of people I know, but I think the most embarrassing part was, well, ok let's start over a second. There's this guy (of course there's a guy) he's a total cutie, really nice, I've known him forever, and apparently I'm the only one at the bank who can get this guy to smile. ANYWAY, the embarrassing part is that cutie guy's parents are at this reggae party and every time I see them, I'm taking a giant swig of my beer.

Yesterday, I had a small B-B-Q at my house. Hot Dog's, hamburger's, mac salad, and good company. talraen, balerion, and Brian (or as my Dad said 'Moe, Larry, and Curly') came by mid-afternoon and we ate, played video games (bought some def leppard t-shirts) watched Spinal Tap. All in all it was a good day.

I've also been working on my back story for my Exalted character, ya know the one that I probably won't be playing anymore if we start a new campaign. I was working on it yesterday when the guys were over and brian asked how far I'd gotten. I said page two and they all laughed. talraen said if anything had changed since he'd been to college, it's the amount of bs he can write in a sitting. He said don't worry about what you're writing, just write. Just go. Have a little verbal diarrhea and then go back with the mop and do clean up. I don't think I ever laughed so hard in my life. As a matter of fact, I'm still laughing as I type it now. Well, back to the salt mines.

So yesterday at 4pm, I locked up my cash box, and started my vacation! Although truthfully, the last day of work is pointless. My brain was on vacation, before I walked through the door. I spent most of the day reversing transactions and doing them over because I had done them backwards. Like, I withdrew the funds from someones account instead of deposited them. I deposited funds into the WRONG account which is almost as bad, but thankfully I caught all my mistakes. Personally, I think the best was when I came back from break. I was waiting on a customer who was getting money back and when I went to open my top drawer it was locked. I couldn't find my key so I run back downstairs, not there, over to my managers office, not there, check my pockets, not there. I go back to my station only to find it's in the lock of my bottom drawer. I think the only person who's going to find this funny is bigal123184. I guess he's just cooler. Hee Hee j/k

I go home and talraen, balerion, Brain and I go out to Don Quixote's for dinner. Killer food and Bitchen margarita's! After dinner we take a walk to Game Stop, which is two parking lots over. I don't think anyone needed, wanted, or purchased anything, but the walk is always good for digestive purposes. However, during the walk, we get caught in the rain. I guess it's a good thing none of us were made of sugar! HA hee heh hm. Well, I thought it was amusing,... jerks. So we go back to my house to show Brian Zelda: Four Swords, which he thoroughly enjoyed, and then I watched them play Worms 3D.

Today is awesome because we're gonna play Exalted. I look forward to this for weeks. My character is awesome, and if she ever dies I will cry my eyes out. I don't think I could make another one. I'm just so attached to this one. My D&D characters, Ppffhh, whatever, dime a dozen. But when it happens because, let's not be naive here, Scarlet Focx will die (especially at Brian's hand now that he's around) I'm going to frame those character sheets. You know I think I'll go make cookies for the session today.

2 more days until I'm on my vacation. I'm soo excited! Not just because I don't have to go to work for a week, but everyone will be home at the same time! Not my family, of course, but my boys! Well, they're family too. This is going to be the best vacation ever. YAY!

As some of you know, I've been taking a cake decorating class through the Wilton Cake Company. I had actually taken Course 1 in November, class was every Thursday (which interfered with D&D, but they got cake every week so who cares). The final kept getting canceled due to Thanksgiving, than snow, then the instructor had the flu, and then the following week she started new classes. So, she told me and the other student we would just for-go the final and she would mail us our diplomas. Well the holidays came and went and no diploma.

Let's see now we're in March and I see an offering for Course 2, so I sign up for April classes. This time the class is every Tuesday of the month which still interferes with D&D because we changed the day. I thought this was hilarious BTW, but I don't think the others thought it was as funny as I did. ... heh.

Anywho, first day of class I ask my instructor if my not having a diploma from course 1 is a problem for taking Course 2. She says no, the last class is like a final exam where you decorate a cake for them so they can be sure you understood what you learned. She goes on to tell me she's holding a course 1 on Mondays and if I want I can go to the final class on the last Monday in April. I went, I kicked butt and got my shiny Course 1 diploma!

Meanwhile, I'm going through Course 2. The other student in the class is a 47 year-old truck driver, who rides harley's on the weekends. Oh and did I mention he, yes HE decorates cakes in his spare time? Every Tuesday in class, he kicked my butt. We're doing violets and apple blossoms, I'm struggling through it, and Mark is just crankin' them out. I think he even said "This is great, I could do this while I watch TV". All I'm thinkin is this sucks. But Mark was a lot of fun in class, and his final cake kicked my cake's ass!

We both made the same cake, round with basket-weave on the sides and rope border around the top. On top of the cake we put these hard sugar pieces we had made a few weeks before. A picket fence and several flower-types. My cake was cute. Marks cake was gorgeous. He had flowers going up the fence, curved around the outer edge of the top and then some coming down the front. All I said was "and you call me a kiss-ass".

I took lots of pictures of both our cakes, and I got my diploma for course 2. Now I just patiently wait for course 3. In the meantime, I can make charming masterpieces that are not only pleasing to your tummy, but your eye as well.

I don't know if I've ever mentioned this before, but my brother Paulie likes to make every electronic device in this house... let's use the word "better" for argument's sake. Take the computer for PRIME example. In case you didn't notice, my last entry was August 2, 2004. It is now February 24, 2005. Now my brothers version of "better" generally consists of something illegal and having no two pc components coming from the same company/brand/whatever.

So, my parents and I, sometime after christmas, ordered a computer without telling my brother. It stayed in the box, out of the way, with out him knowing for about a week after it arrived. Of course once he discovered it, he wanted to set it up and make it "better". Thank God my mother talked him out of it.

Well, that's all I've got for now. Until next time, stay tuned.

So, I was just at the most bitchin' party Saturday. It was intended to be a Karaoke Party, but I can assure you very little karaoke was played. It was also a party of firsts. First time all my friends we're drunk together. Oh let me tell ya there are some classy one-liners from that night. First time I ever made Jell-O shots. And best of all, the first time I was the "Hot Girl". Well, the hot single girl anyway. I've never in all my life had so many guys hit on me at one time. It fuckin rocked! And for a short while in my drunken state I sorta became my exalted character, Scarlet Focx, who is a seductress by nature, and I would flirt like a crazy person with all these boys I didn't know (it was so cool)

So, after a bulk of the party went home after 4am, i was gonna go to sleep, but talraen's crazy friend Jim wouldn't shut-the-hell-up until 7 o'clock. In the morning er, afternoon we went to the Diner for brea...lun...whatever, food. The back to party central to clean up and go home, where I showered off the Midori and promptly went to bed.

So that's the end, but before I go I'll leave you with some fun quotes...

"I may be blasted, but I can still do complex differential equations... in my head" draehor

"Amanda, I'm so fucked up! he he" talraen (said as he trip over he's own feet)

"Tequila is what I drink to punish myself" chaos_cat

So there's this guy, he comes into the bank every Friday to cash his check. We flirt shamelessly across the counter. I never expect anything of it because he's a whole bunch older than me, but I flirt anyway cuz the man is incredibly sexy.

Now I never use the term sexy for regular people. It's a term I usually save for people like Hugh Jackman or Ewan McGregor. But this guy has classic movie star good looks. Piercing blue eyes, killer smile, chiseled jaw, not to mention a rockin bod.

So today he comes in and we have our usual conversations. Before he leaves I ask "is there's anything else I can do for you today" ya know just givin my cutesy bank shtick. He just smiles, says not right now, and leaves. I'm like, ok that was a little weird, but whatever. A few minutes later, he comes back so I say "You're back, did you miss me already?" (now keep in mind I say this line to most customers who come back the same day) He says "not exactly, I forgot something".

He finally gets to my counter, and I ask if he decided to make some deposit I suggested he make earlier. He says, "No I forgot to give you this" and hands me a card. I'm all "that's sweet what's it for?" totally unprepared for him to say "I've wanted to ask on a date for a while but didn't quite know the best way to go around it."

At this point I am completely stunned, cuz you see things like this don't happen to me, they happen in the movies or to other people, never to me. I've imagined this (or something like it) happening, but I didn't think it actually would.

So I ask him if he really has any idea as to how old I am, and either he doesn't care or he didn't hear me when I told him. So he tells me to think about it and he'd see me Friday. After he leaves and all the other customers are gone I tear into the card and it is the sweetest thing anyone has ever written in a very long time.

The only thing now is I don't know what to do about it. On the one hand a devastatingly handsome guy asked me one a date I'd be stupid to say no. and on the other my folks would lock me in the basement for the rest of my life if I say yes.

WHAT AM I CRAZY! The guy is nearly twice my age! forget it, it's just a good story.

Did you ever wanna duke it out with someone at your job? I feel like everyday I'm gonna end up in a fight with this lady I work with. She has to be the laziest anal-retentive person I know. For example, today she spent three hours trying to figure out what this customers social security number was so she could fill out some paperwork, and during that time I had to ask her like 10 times to help a customer cuz the line was going out the door. Then at the end of the day, We're in the vault counting (one person physically counts the money the other checks it off on the sheet), and as I'm counting she's looking over my shoulder to count with me as if she doesn't trust my counting skills. I mean GOD DAMN!

Did you ever wanna tell off a customer? I tell off a few sometimes, but it's always the customers I can joke with so they think I'm kidding. That's cuz I'm sassy. Kelley (a girl I work with) and I dubbed ourselves "the bank nazis" cuz some lady came to the drive up on her cell, just throws her check in the drawer and says "just put that in my account". No slip. No account number. No please OR thank you. The check wasn't signed, and when we asked if she knew her account number she just scoffed and said, "Oh God no! Why would I need to memorize something like that?" She then proceeds to flaunt her puny little dog in front of the window so we'll get the hint and send out a doggie treat, but like I said we felt like being bank nazis. So we lied and said we were out of dog treats. A small victory on our part, but a victory none the less.

Did you ever have a secret, or just something you wanted to tell someone, but you just couldn't. I tell my friends everything, but I learned the hard way that sometimes certain things should be kept to yourself. But then you start to get all kind of paranoid between reactions and consequences and the lack thereof. So basically, your just screwed all around because if you don't say anything to anyone then you go insane and it just eats you up inside OR if you do then you get socially fucked in the ass for opening your big mouth in the first place! So here's the key, don't have any friends, don't have a social life, and never leave your house and then you shouldn't have a problem.

So about a month ago, my friend Karri and I went to a local bar called McFinnley's. Since this cozy dive was local we knew most of the charming patrons in there. Except for a few which happened to be friends of the bartender Steve, better known to Karri and I as sweet cheeks.

Anyway, one friend starts chatting with us, or rather with Karri (They all just want to chat with Karri), when a guy she had met the week before came up to her and said, "Let me explain."

Now correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think that's the best way to start a conversation. "I have nothing to say to you," Karri snaps at him. I nearly shoot Madori Sour through my nose. The guy turns to me trying to get me to stick up for him, but I leave him to his own demise.

I go take a lap around the bar and I run into the rest of the bartenders friends, one of whom looks remarkably like Hugh Jackman :) I tell him so and we continue to chat for a few hours, exchange numbers, and go our separate ways at the end of the night.

After waiting the standard 3 days for him to call and being to chicken to call him until the end of the week; I run into him at the same bar the following Friday night. As it turns out he didn't remember who I was, but conveniently he had a whole story about losing his phone in the washing machine.

Gimmie a break

OK, about two months ago my brother busted his man made computer. So please forgive my tardiness with these stories. Let's see what have I been doing for the last few weeks?

Uh, my friends, Mike and Sara got married. I was in the wedding party, which was a lot of fun. I got to see all my mens dressed to the nines. (not to bad I must say) Even though Brian looked like an Italian Mafioso. I danced the night away, At least 1 dance with every Nerd. And I proclaim that I am still the Token Girl, because wives don't count (sorry Sara, nothing personal). Although, Brian brought up an interesting point. What if I were one of those wives?

Now, admittedly, I have entertained the "what if I was a Nerd wife" question to myself. I guess it's just one of those girly type things you do. Anyway, in imagining myself as being the beloved wife of each of my nerd boys, I found that no life was better than the other. Each was very different and all of them were normal lives that I could see myself living, which was a pretty comforting thought.

K, little off topic. The thing that really struck me about Brian's question was that I hadn't thought about it in the "wives don't count" context. So, when Brian asked "But Katie, what if you end up marrying one of us someday? Then you'll be a nerd wife, (and since wives don't count) technically you wouldn't be part of the herd anymore."

I was officially speechless. Well, for a minute anyway. At which point I said "Well, that doesn't count". and that was followed by a mess of nuh-uh's and yuh-huh's until I got annoyed and went out for some air.

ok, it's late and there's still more stories to tell so see soon. Same Bat Time. Same Bat Channel.

So Friday night was Suffolk County National Bank's annual Spring Fling. It used to be the company Christmas party, but the last couple of years the weather has been so bad they would postpone until spring. After a while, they were just like "eh, just make it a spring party".

Anyway, all the branches and departments gathered at The East Wind Hotel in the Grand Ballroom with the most incredible buffet spread I've ever seen. MaryKate and her sister Lauren picked up me and Kelley and we get to EW at about 8. We say quick hello's, grab a bite to eat, a few drinks, and then it was on the dance floor for the next 3 1/2 hours. At that point they anounced the winners of the door prizes. Ten people won a paid day off and $100, I only knew one of those ten people and she probably doesn't know me. Then they anounced the Grand Prize winner of two paid days off and $500. When they anounced Karri as the winner,(Karri, BTW works with us and was going to the party but had an emergency at the last minute) we screamed our heads off. I went up to claim her prize for her because I look the most like her. The President didn't notice I wasn't her, but someone standing with him did. So, I quickly covered up with the emergency story. We dance for another hour before heading out to Phils Bar.

At Phils, We had some more drinks (which I didn't feel as much since I'd been dancing all night) none of which we paid for. It's a funny thing about Phils, anytime I go with the girls from work, it's like Ladies Night everynight. After about an hour, I took a lap around the bar to see who was there that I knew. I saw a few old friends from highschool, whom I chatted with later. When I returned to my friends from work, they were chatting, or rather trying not to chat, with this guy. He will be named Mumbles in this post, because he was so drunk you couldn't understand a word he said to you. Upon my arrival, I immidiatly notice how much MaryKate is trying to get Mumbles away from her. She sees me and says, "Oh, do you know Katie". If I could have fired laser beams from my eyes I would have.

Mumbles makes his way over and (after much difficult translation) he asks when I graduated and if I know Johnny Cash. So I smile and nod and yes him to death. The others are histerical as I shoot MaryKate the "I'm going to kill you later" look. Suddenly, Mumbles goes back to MK. Her sister and I look at eachother and laugh. I grab my Michelob Ultra Light, and head for one of the old highschool friends I had seen earlier as fast as I could. About half an hour later, MK comes to tell me we're all leaving because Mumbles ruined her evening. We have a little laugh and head for home. On the way, we decide to go out again as a group so long as it's anywhere but Phil's.

So, I went to my friend Karri's last night for a pocketbook party. Everyone we loved was there. Gucci, Coach, Kate Spade, Fendi, and of course my favorite, Prada! The Lady was late, but that didn't stop us from throwing our money away. Not at all. I came home with two bags and two wallets. A Kate and a Coach each. The selection was ok, and the lady was a bit of a freak, but really it's about being with the friends you love illigaly paying five times less for something you'll probably put in a garage sale a few years from now. Really the funniest part of the evening was when the Lady whipped out her Sex Party book and asked if anyone wanted to have one. This book was hilarious. I mean this book was about the size of the JCPenny catalogue and had EVERYTHING from fuzzy handcuffs to Sean Michaels brand dildos. Come on now, who seriously buys that shit anyway?

So, I asked my friends what I should write about, cuz I have no idea. My friend Matt said I should write about him. HA!! ... Well, I don't have anything else to write about. Let's see how can I put this without being totally rude?

First of all, he hates to get into arguments. I don't mean like, big blow-outs. I'm talking friendly heated discussions. For example, ya know how you'll go see a movie with some friends and there's no way everyone is gonna like it, so you might get into some heated debates about what you(as a group)liked/disliked about it. Well, Let's say Matt liked it and I hated it. I'll like to have a friendly debate about why/why not and he'll pussy out about half way through with his Matt catch phrase "Fair Enough". Good God! Every time he says it, it goes through me like nails on a chalk board.

On the other hand, Matt is also a thoughtful friend. He knows when you want to talk about stuff and when you don't. He bought a birthday present this year even after I told him he didn't have to. And Sometimes he'll come hang out with me even though he doesn't feel like driving out, just cuz he knows I wanna get out of my house.

Yeah I guess he's pretty cool. Even if he grammatically corrects my AIM conversations.

So, last night I spent 2 hours trying to set up this crazy thing. First, I chose a name, filled out all the crap and hit submit to see if someone had already taken my desired title when the page craps out on me. I bring it back up, fill all the same shit out again, submit only to be denied. I was disappointed to say the least, so I reluctantly pick another name.

Later, while I'm filling out more mandatory crap, the kind folks at livejournal.com told me my email address couldn't be verified. I stop what I'm doing bring up my email and see two (count 'em 1 - 2) welcome emails from livejournal.com. One for the first name I had chosen before the page crashed and one for the name I spent TWO HOURS creating a page for.

WTF! So, I'm not quite sure how to deal with this, I mean not that I need to deal with it It's not a major crisis or anything. I just don't know what to do with 2 journals.

Ok, so appropriately it is 11:10 pm and I am beginning my live journal on this 31st day of march, 2004. I figured I should do something new and different in my 23rd year. With no boyfriend in site, it doesn't look like I'll be getting married or reaching some other cliche milestone in my life. And a good chunk of my friend have blogs so I decided I had to have one too, since they're all the rage these days. Anyway, prepare yourselves... The ice princess cometh!