April 12, 2000

So I was screwing around with my webcam the other day and I ended up taking pictures of myself singing along to "Your Love Is My Love" by Whitney Houston. And I guess I thought, "I don't feel humiliated enough right now. How can I remedy that situation? I know, I'll post these to my website." So here you go. In this first picture, I am "raising the roof" which is about the dumbest thing I have ever done, and if I saw anyone else doing it, I would make fun of them a great deal. But here I am, raising the roof. I didn't mean to do it. It just kind of happened. Just like I hate when people make the gestures along with the song lyrics, like when it says "you", they point at you, or when it says "love", they point to their heart. And yet, if you scroll down a little ways, you will see me doing that same exact thing. I am filled with self-loathing, believe you me. Actually, I'm really not. I find it amusing, truth be told. I just hope you do also.

I liked this picture because it almost looks artsy because it's blurry. I would like to say I planned it that way, but I guess I just moved right as the picture was being taken. Although now that I look at it again, it makes my nose look kind of bizarre. I guess if I was worried about how I looked, I wouldn't be posting these here, right? Anyway, do you know this song? I really, really like this song. I don't normally like Whitney Houston all that much, but I downloaded an MP3 of this song (it's the techno mix or something) and it just rocks. I don't know any of the words either, which is why it's so funny that I'm singing along so intensely. All I know is, "Your love is my love and my love is your love. It would take an eternity to break us. Something something and the stars couldn't hold us." Repeat that part over and over. You'd think with the amount of times I listened to it that I would know what goes in the "something something" area, but you'd think wrong.

This is the aforementioned pointing picture. I'm sure I was singing the words, "your love" and pointing at "you". Notice at this point, I have also picked up the remote control and I'm using it as a microphone. I swear to God, I did not stage these photos. This is really how I behave when I'm home by myself. Okay, folks. Peep show's over.

So, this is my first entry of the month! Wow, am I getting lazy or what? I am going to try to get better about doing entries though. First of all, I was all depressed the other day because I was reading a bunch of people's "Journals Read" lists, and thinking about the Diarist.net Awards, and I started thinking that I don't have that many readers in comparison to other people. I know that shouldn't matter, but once in a while, it does. I'm just being honest. Then I thought, "If I read my journal, I would get really annoyed by the lack of updates." It's all well and good to get a mention in Yahoo! Daily Net Buzz, but if people come here and the most recent entry was two weeks ago, they're going to think I've stopped updating or something and never come back. So, I'm going to try to update more often. Maybe. Can you tell I'm feeling a little ambivalent? I'm just worried because I'm supposed to be taking three classes, doing my GA-ship, doing my recaps, writing my Ironminds articles, planning my high school reunion and oh yeah, having a life. Unfortunately, my journal is pretty low on the priority list, but I think if I spend less time surfing the web aimlessly and more time working on my journal, I'll be fine.

So after I got over my little pity party, I started working on the April design. Do you like the little guy up at the top of the page? I dig his little bucket hat.

Jim is in San Diego this week visiting Justin so I'm all alone! I dropped him off at the airport in Rochester on Saturday (cheaper flight) and then went to hang with my parents. We went out to dinner Saturday night, and guess who we saw? My prom date, the alleged murderer. I am ashamed to say that my mom and I pretended we didn't see him. I panicked and didn't know what to do. It was quite a shock to see him. My dad was oblivious.

Saturday night, I hung out with Brenda. We talked about her upcoming wedding, and then drove into Wal-Mart to check out prices on disposable cameras. Afterwards, we went to visit the new video store in town, which is owned by a guy I graduated with. I am so proud of him! There is another video store in town already, but it's really, really lame. So I think he will be a big success.

Sunday, my mom and I went to see Erin Brockovich. It was decent. I mean, it wasn't the greatest movie I've ever seen, but it was worth the $4 matinee price. Monday morning, I woke up early. Actually, I didn't sleep very well, so I was kind of up all night. I picked up Brenda and we went to meet with the guy at the Country Club, where we're holding our class reunion. We settled on the date (July 15th) and the menu (buffet dinner), and I gave him a deposit check. Then, I drove back to Syracuse where my cats greeted me at the door. Since I got back, I've mostly been working on school stuff, doing recaps, that sort of thing. Wing Chun called me Tuesday night to catch me up on some MBTV business and shoot the shit. It's always fun talking to her because we can discuss important issues such as what we would do if we were programming executives at a network.

Tonight, Mary came over to watch TV with me. It was nice to talk to another human being after three days of near isolation! I hope I didn't talk her ear off. It was good to see her, too. We had fun watching Felicity together. So that brings you up to date on my life. Can you see why I haven't been updating? Nothing too exciting.

A year ago, I wrote about all the different jobs I've had in my life. Hopefully, soon, I'll have another one to add to the list!