Preparing for my comeback tour

was that a poorly executed Michael Jackson joke? Sorry. I had nightmares last night that MJ's head was attached to FSU's body. Don't even get me started on the roller coaster of emotions I have about that situation... mostly disgust at the way people react. I heard a woman interviewed saying this was the worst thing that has ever happened to her. She didn't know him, never met him. Really? Your life must be totally amazing if the worst thing that ever happened to you is that a complete stranger died and everyone made a spectacle out of it. Come on CNN show some real news. Hate me if you want, but I think his life was much sadder than his death. Doesn't it seem like he just suffered immensely for decades anyway? My psychology degree has been rearing it's ugly head these days.

So back to the subject at hand, I am attempting to resurrect this lonely neglected little blog over the next few days. A lot has happened since we were last together. I got a promotion, I bought a bike! I started running (mostly because my sisters and I signed up for a 10K in October) and I am now the VP of my sorority's DC/Maryland alumni association.

Also my very best friend moved away again, my most favorite coworker left for bigger and better things, like an office with a window, oh and we got a cat. Sookie, yes after the character in True Blood. She is part Siamese, the prettiest cat I've ever seen and also a serious bitch with a penchant for scratching people.

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So long, Farewell

I am taking a hiatus from this blog. I haven't been writing much lately, and certainly nothing of interest anyhow. It seems I've gotten to the point where everything I have to say or write about is either too personal or to hurtful to publish in a public way.

See you soon...

I miss having spring break

Board meetings are hell, and preparing for them is more hell. I am so thankful this week has come to an end and I would write a real post.. but since I did not have time to eat lunch today I feel I may come off as more crazy than usual.

My mind is in power point/bullet point format from the past 5 days.
- going to leadership academy for my sorority in September and could not be more excited!!! I for one absolutely love outdoorsy things and camp-like living arrangements. I am particularly looking forward to any ropes course they might throw our way, it will be like Nantahala all over again circa 9th grade.
- I am only $95 dollars away from my fundraising goal for the CF walk!
- Cannot wait for the street festival this weekend, the Cherry Blossom festival is my secret reason for wanting to move here in the first place
- More than anything I can't wait to be in Florida for a long weekend, spend time with some of my favorite sorority sisters, and dear lord go out in downtown Orlando. I do realize how pathetic it is that I miss that.

Why are men so creepy?

I went out for a girls night last night, I had been looking forward to sushi and catching up with two of my oldest friends all day. After a somewhat lengthy metro ride I arrived at Dupont before them and was waiting outside the south exit for about 10 minutes, feeling guilty about not having any cash to give the homeless man (who was not the creepy one by the way)... when I noticed a very creepy looking older man staring at me from across the breezeway. At first I just thought he was odd, and then all of a sudden I looked down and realized that not only were his pants unzipped, but his unmentionable was out there for the world to see, and aimed directly at me. I immediately ran to theother side of the building and thankfully my friends showed up at that very moment so I escaped staring dinglehopper man. I decided to move forward and not dwell on the fact that some dirty stranger had just exposed himself to me and about 3 other people standing nearby.

So after a chance encounter with John Adams daughter, saki bombs, sushi and a cab ride to Tryst for delicious desserts and drinks, I was waiting at Woodley Park metro for the train and was approached by yet another weirdo. This man, about 30, wearing a sweater and jeans, and black leather gloves (?) said,"excuse me, do you have any chapstick? My lips are really chapped." What the hell? Correct me if I'm wrong but you absolutely cannot ask a stranger for chapstick! He then proceeded to stare at me and follow me onto the train until I switched which was made even more irritating by the fact that I actually did have chapstick and really needed to use it but was afraid he would talk to me again.

So the weirdos were out in D.C. full force last night, and apparently they were attracted to me. Maybe I won't be riding the metro alone at night for awhile.