American Idol is so predictable. Like I said, America loves Clay Aiken. And I have a feeling that duder's gonna edge out Ruben next week. Not that I care, because I seriously don't at this point. This season's show has been very predictable - from the little, stupid dramatic episodes that went on between some of the "idols," to choosing people who clearly should've NOT been in the Top 12 from the very beginning, to cringing over Ruben's somewhat expressionless self at times and Clay's obviously weird-looking facial expressions. I'm sorry. This season was a far cry from it's original. I'd rather watch Kelly, Tamyra, Justin, and Rj dook-it-out. Oh yeah, and Christina Christian... HOT. Well, the ladies from season one were obviously HOTTER than the ones this season. I mean, the best looking girl was probably Kimberly Caldwell, but her thang ended before we knew it. I don't plan on watching it next week just to hear what cheesy concoction-of-a-song they come up with for Clay and Ruben to battle it out with. Frankly, if the song sounds anything like "A Moment Like This," I think I'm gonna have to go to FOX personally and demand the show's outright cancellation. Period.

Just a day, just a day, just an ordinary day. Try-ing to get by. *barf*

[ASIDE: Our Lady Peace - Gravity is currently in my player... this CD is BOMB.]

Well, what was I saying?! Oh, yeah... it's only mid-week. That means two more days to go in this uneventful work-week.

I finally got my insurance information. Big whoop. I have to pass that information along to my home office so that they can pay for whatever it is that they pay for. Then I can go see the doctor, or doctors, as usual. *rolls-eyes*

Last night was definitely fun. My friends, Debbie and Godfrey, recently got engaged, and I threw them a little engagement dinner at Butterfield 9, which ended-up being a HUGE success. Well, it was a very small dinner-party, and D&G were totally surprised. The food was great, the service - impeccable... the ambience was not-so-stuffy, and very loud. I mean not "Old Ebbit Grill"-loud, but loud as any other Washington, DC power-bar/restaurant would be. So we blended right in. We shared stories, laughs, experiences, and other little tidbits to make the night go by much faster than it could've. Afterwards, we cruised around the town a bit in Jun's rental -- a convertible Sebring. OK - what's with my friends getting rental cars that are convertible Sebrings?! Is there a shortage of other conventional cars or something? First Mae had one, and we cruised around Pentagon City with that... and now Jun? Too weird. Too FUNNY! I think I want to get a rental Sebring just for the heck of it...

American Idol is on tonight. I don't know if I want to watch it, though. But after thinking about it while sitting in this morning's rush, I feel that one of the following will happen:
#1 Ruben will somehow get bumped, and the top two will end up being Clay and Kimberley --- just to work-in the "last man/last woman standing" theory that Kelly and Justin brought us last season, or
#2 They'll knock-off Clay and make it a battle between the soulful R&B-esque voices, or
#3 They'll knock-off Kimberley and turn this thing into a MAN'S contest...
AHAHAHA! Some reason, I doubt that #2 will happen. I feel that America wants Clay to stay. Despite the fact that this vocally-gifted duder over-enunciates his vowels when he sings, depsite the fact that he looks like a dork that hasn't quite evolved into the "cool" pop idol that he's aspiring to be, despite the fact that he seemingly turns every song into a ballad, and despite the fact that he is totally a pain to the eyes when he tries to let-loose and "dance" (wait, is that what you call that, clay?!) while making those cheesy facial distortions --- despite all this, AMERICA loves them some Clay Aiken. So it'll be a toss-up between Kimberley and Ruben. Just leave while you can, you two. You already know that Clay was earmarked to win this one. Simon just wants to get us back for choosing Kelly Clarkson last year, who was a MUCH better choice than the UK's Pop Idol winner. UK Pop Idol = Major Dork. I guess we'll have to wait until tonight...

OH, yeah, roadrage. Well, after a decent Monday... Tuesday has been somewhat different. First of all, it's so over-cast out. It's almost depressing. NO, it's sleep-inducing. AND THEN I had an experience with this BITCH on the road. Here was this young female driver - in what seemed to be a "new-used" Rodeo. I'm assuming this crack-head had never driven in rush-hour traffic in the AM before, cause she was straight-up weavin' in and out of "slow" lanes, barely getting hit or hitting someone or the other... myself INCLUDED. HELLO?! How the hell are you gonna try to weave in and out of a damn PARKING LOT?! The freak-ass almost side-swiped me, and my blood began to BOIL. I'm surprised I didn't even smoke a cigarette after that one. Some people have SOME nerve. But I'm fine now. Actually, I'm sittin' here... it's just chill, and I'm content. Actually, I want to go home and sleep, but who doesn't at this point?! After work, I'm gonna haul-ass home so that I can sleep a little before I head back out. Have plans tonight. It'll probably be a long, expensive night. *EH*

But Saturday night was GREAT. Haven't had fun like that in a LONG time... Too many faces I saw that I haven't seen in the LONGEST time. EHHH - I feel gross and sick right now, and I think it's cause of last night's DINNER. I went with the parentals, and my bro, to some shing-shing buffet. Hello! Why is it that the parental units SWEAT the ching-a-ling smorgasbord?! It's something that I just do NOT understand. But oh well. It's food, I guess, so I went along as usual... And even though I don't think I ate much, I only ended up eating like fried shrimp and fried oysters - obviously TOO much fried-ness for me in one setting (who actually eats the chinese food in those places... lol). It's starting to get to me ONLY NOW. NOW - on a Monday morning... and I want to go bulemic just for the next hour or so. *BLEH* But don't worry. I'm not gonna go there. As much as I'd like to own up to some kind of eating disorder, I simply don't have one. Image disorder, yes. Eating disorder, NAH. Eating like that, then coming home for bed, only sets you up for disaster later on.

I still haven't been to the gym. I'm trying to survey my "headache" situation for just a few more days. Actually, the weekend hasn't been bad at all. And after my post-drinking dizziness late Saturday/early Sunday, they haven't been plaguing me as they had been days before. So I'm thinking that it must've just been an ill side-effect of the dizziness of the previous two weeks. Perhaps this second go at dizziness warbled them a bit?! Wow, the unexplicable. That totally interests me. Interests me and scares me shitless, too. Oh well. Happy Monday.

But thanks much to the peeps who made it out... esp. The Fam: Mike, Arl, Mae, Denniz, Eric, April & Jason (and PRIMO!); to Debz, G, and Elle; to Rehe and Marz; to Mizz Shanti Q(*bow*bow*bow*); and to mah Bowie Gurlz: Flo, Adeh, Currita, and Eka. Also, thanks to AP and K. Raf/The Speaks for bringin' in WCS to open up. OH, and MAD-LOVE to those Jersey Heads for makin' it out - LisaLeeeeee, TP, and co.

And was it GREAT to see those other foolz out there... Leah Mercado! Yancie Alvero! The old skool FCA, CJ Lopez, the new skool FCA (Brandon & Kathy! WoOhOo!)! And many, many, many more!!@!

Fun times... Even though I got ridiculously dizzy later on @ IHOP. It was pretty disgusting. I was about to eat country-fried steak, but I tasted it and felt really DISGUSTED. I felt violated... All I know is that I had to sit back, close my eyes, and just breathe, drink fluids, and kinda just sit there as the dizziness took its coarse. Had I been standing, I would've definitely passed-out. I just think that I can't handle my alcohol like I used to - so there goes that. Oh well. Happy SUNDAY. Happy Moms' Day!

When I got home, I ate like a hostage. And after playing with this site for a while, I went to Mass with momz... So now I'm here... chillen hard. I think I'm gonna sleep before I go out to see Mark perform. I've been driving way too much for my own good today. I still don't really know why they call a "wild goose chase" a WILD GOOSE CHASE, but I'm assuming that a real wild goose chase makes a person HEKKA tired. And tired I am. *roll-eyes-stick-tongue-out* (hey, check-out the photo album. i posted a few more pix on there...)

I got in about an hour ago... just went to get mom a gift from Crate & Barrel. I didn't know what to get her, but I knew that anything that's usable in the kitchen would work. So I ended up getting her something precisely kitchen-esque. Once that was done, we had dinner at Big Bowl. Oh yeah, a drink, too. AHAHAH. Dinner was decent; haven't been to Big Bowl in forever. I think they're under new management; no longer with Lettuce Entertain You restaurants (where Maggiano's and Mon Ami Gabi are from). Now they're with the company that owns/operates Macaroni Grill, Chili's, and Cozymel's. Not sure if that's a good thing or not, but the food wasn't bad. Afterwards, we headed to Kingstown to drop by Wal-Mart. As usual, Carrie broke the bank. She's had this streak of spending mucho dinero at places like Target and Wal-Mart. She's too funny. Now, I'm home...wanting to go to sleep. But since it's the weekend, I have this mental blockage that reminds me that sleep is of no importance. Yeah whatever. I should be out at Home as usual, but I think I need to give that a break... Don't worry. I'm sure I'll be back to the swing of things in the very near future - LOL.

Anyway... Sleep finally seems to be calling at me. Might as well hit the bed. Should I go to Tysons or G-town in the morning? OK, fine. I'm planning to go to H&M. I've made it a point to visit ALL the area H&Ms as they open. I dunno - just to survey which has better stuff and stuff. Tomorrow is the perfect day to go. They had this segment on the 6 o'clock news today about "Europe coming to D.C." They were talking about H&M. Gosh, these people are so damn sheltered.

What makes it even more boring is that it's dark and rainy outside. So I probably won't be meeting up with ANYONE for lunch. Shoot, I probably won't be doing ANYthing but sitting behind my desk for lunch. Sadness, I know. But it's a travesty that was dealt to me, so I must take it like a man... just grin and bear this shit, I guess.

So I had this conversation with my friend about life - like things finally happening for people whether it be at school, with work, family issues, blah-blah-blah. One of my friends has been struggling with the school issue for a long time, and she has been pretty clueless as to what direction her life was moving with OR without it. But recently she's gotten the green-light, and was finally accepted to this program that she's been trying to get into for a while. She's pretty happy, and ready to tackle the world at this point. And that's great! I think that all people should go into life's stages with that kind of battle-cry of sorts. We need to be zealous about the opportunities that come our way. I guess it all comes down to finding that DRIVE... Another friend and I were discussing how important it is to be driven; to have ambition. Life without it is practically B-O-R-I-N-G.

With that being said, I so need to get off my ass and plow on. Sure I got past the first hurdles of life: high school, college, and now my pre-career. But I want more... AHAHAHA. Right now I'm feelin' Ariel's song from The Little Mermaid - "But who cares (about where i've been, or what i've done?!)?! No big deal (...about the ish i've tackled thus far!!)!! I WANT MOOOOOOOORRRRRREEEEEEE!" And why shouldn't a person WANT more than what he/she already has? I think that we're all given the opportunity to at least follow the dreams that we've been contemplating over the past gazillion years. And at least living in America warrants us that right; that opportunity. We just gotta get off our butts and DO it.

I'm about to just go back to school, REGARDLESS. I don't care where. I mean, while I'd love to be taking classes at Northwestern or at Boston U., I might actually be content with going back to Maryland or going to GW. (or even Tulane... Mardis Gras, oooh...) ---see how easily I digress? AHAHA! But really, I just have to do something. It's better than doing NOTHING at all. Hmm, perhaps I should take that certification on Events Management at GW. That way, I can go into business with Arl and Mike... we can do that events management firm we've been talking about all our undergraduate lives. AHAHAH! Shoot, at least one of us can be certified... Hmmm. Will look into it.

Long gone are the days of sleeping under my desk - AHAHAHAH! Please don't remind me that each day of my life is basically a freakin' Seinfeld episode. Seriously. I could make a killing off my own sitcom. (oooh, possibilities there... aaahaah - i can be a star and still live like, uh, ME!)

Such a lazy day. I actually missed my alarm this morning and got up at 8am. I was like "SHiT!" So I had to hustle and get ready... So I was being Speedy Gonzales and hauled ass to the office. Still made it in at a decent time. LOL. WTH?! *EH* Just another day... Just another freakin' day... YIKES, gotta feed my meter.