Wednesday 111198,0139aHST
Lord help me. I've thrown Law & Order on my list of obsessions. I watch the 2p and 10p syndicates on A&E and the Wednesday NBC regulars. And when I'm not home. I tape um. Duh.
Maybe it's because my intended field is in criminal justice. Maybe it's because the storyline of each episode is so addicting. Maybe its because I'm in love with DET. Curtis' good looks. Maybe its because D.A. McCoy is the first older man I've been attractive to since Harrison Ford. Or maybe its becuase I have this reoccuring fantasy that when Haydee graduates from Law School she'll be assistant DA at the same time I make rookie detective, partner to a Briskoe look-alike.
Maybe its because I WATCH TOO MUCH TV!
This is also evidence that I have too much time on my hands. I'm watching detective shows when I should be reading the three plays that we're going to be tested on next week. I sit and update my babblings when I should be out and excercising. I daydream about what kind of apartment I'm going to get in NY when I should be going to the doctor. I throw bones for the boy's dog to catch when I should be at mom's house visiting my dad who I haven't seen in a month and the family pooch who's alone all day long. I bitch and moan about how my life sucks when I really should be out there doing something about it.
Blah. I'm over it.
Kats birthday party at the mini golf place went over pretty well. Dispite the fact I really suck at putting I had a good time. Reid, the Boy and I were a little threesome clique. The weirdos always hang out with one another I guess. More like rejects. Reid is definitely not normal. I'm an introverted stuttering fool and the Boy is the stuttering fool's significant other. Sure April was there....she's pretty normal. But most of the conversation ping-ponged between the Boy, Reid and I. Conversation consisting of speeding, video games, beanie babies, cops and Adam Sandler. The probable highlight was when Kat presented us with a dilema. How to open the bottle of zinfindel with no cork screw. I don't believe Reid actually went out to his car and brough out this bucket of man toys (hammers, picks, wrenches, drills, screwdrivers). The many tools that were possible bottle openers. The boy of course loved the conflict presented and you could even see his eyes widen when Reid returned from his car with the 25 pound toy chest. They ended up hammering the cork in with a screwdriver and hammer spraying quite a bit of zinfandel on April, the pizza, and the table. I could see the bubbles pop up above their heads. "Man open bottle. Man good. Man have big toy. Toy Good".
The three of us went to catch the 1010p showing of "Waterboy" after the party. And that was that.
My brain is paralyzed. So I should stop this nonsense and sexually harrass the Boy. He better not choose WCW/NWO Revenge over me!
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