A Ceramic Fish Joint

So, I've broken my Blackberry to a new level of sadness. In an attempt to fix some issues that it had, I tried to update the system software. Yeah, well, it failed during the update. As in, it had already deleted the old applications and base OS and THEN failed. So, it mostly just displayed an image of applications with an X through it. And the number 543. SAD! Plus, since I have a Mac…I can't install the handheld software on it (it's an .exe file…you have to actually install the handheld software to make it available to load. It's ass backwards.) So, I'm using the roommate's laptop now, attempting to get something working again. The first time I tried to load the software it failed at the same point (loading Java applications) so I'm trying it again. It's towards the end, but I'm not very hopeful. I'm seriously thinking I just have bad device anyway based on the other crap that's gone on with it.

Such stupidness.

At least sometimes the phone is detected by the computer…but only sometimes.

Oh my science! It says it was successful…and there's an actual hourglass on the screen now. Woo! Here's hoping it can, you know, actually start up. It would kick all kinds of ass if I could use it as a phone again. Instead of the super sexy, super expensive piece o' awesome.

I think I broke a taste bud. It hurts like a motherfucker. Really, should that much pain be going on inside my mouth?! I swear it didn't hurt that much when I got my tongue pierced…okay, really I don't remember how much it hurt – it's been like 8 years. But I do remember other piercings hurt like a motherfucker…I imagine it would have stayed in my memory had it been all that bad.

I wonder if I not-so-surgically remove the taste bud if it would grow back. Hmm…

In other news, I think Wesley might just be dead. I haven't seen/spoken to him in two days. Sure, he's probably just spending time with the new boy…but my mind prefers to exaggerate things a bit. Hence, dead.

Oh, and I got my hair re-reddened today by the tallest man ever. He was pretty fun, and sang along to both the Weezer song AND the Bjork one! My normal coloring wench just quit earlier this week and is moving out of state. I'm thinking someone that gets as excited about bright red as me and can get jiggy with the music is pretty okay in my book. It just kinda sucks that the coloring wench is gone and the cutting wench is gone also! My hair is scared and confused! Luckily, the chick that cuts my hair is just off on *shudder* maternity leave…so she'll be back in a few months. I'm beginning to think I spend way too much time and money on my hair, though. It's a little more commitment than I normally make.

Well, that concludes the most boring update ever.

I'm not the only one who thinks this is a bad idea, right?

You know, it really sucks when people constantly cancel plans with you. Or make “back-up” plans and encourage you to be the one to cancel so they can go about their merry way.

Yeah. How's that for vague? Wes has this horrible tradition of deciding to do things with other people and just forget about the movie we were going to see, or going out to dinner, or whatever. He also has this tendency to invite people along that I don't know. Sometimes I don't feel like being on entertainment mode with people he works with. Sometimes I want to just go fucking eat and be done with it. But no, he invites them then is all…by the way so-and-so is coming along. Feh.

Then, today. We were supposed to go to a concert in Orlando. Death Cab for Cutie! With Ted Leo opening! Holy fuck, how much awesomeness! I was feeling kinda crappy when I woke up today…but really it was no big deal. Like, allergies bothering me. And so when I came out to get a drink, I offhandedly mentioned it. Well, he was all…”Do you not want to go? Cause if you don't I can have sex!” Gee, how nice. He had already made semi-plans with someone. And it was quite obvious what he wanted to do. So I told him to do whatever he wanted. Then later I said I wasn't going. Because, honestly, I don't want to hang out with someone who would rather be doing something (or someone) else. But it fucking sucks and I'm really kinda upset because I was looking forward to going.

I kinda feel like my friendship is really just to have something to do in case something better doesn't come along. I guess I don't understand the idea of cancelling on your friends. When I agree to do something…it's because I genuinely want to do it. And because I want to spend time with the person. If I have plans…doing other things isn't even an idea that I entertain. I've turned down other people so many times because I've already had something going on…only to have that person flake out on me because something “better” came along. It's a real blow to the self-esteem.

Fuck that, then. Sometimes I hate people.

I just found a Mile High Mobile Intimacy Kit in the hotel mini-bar selection. That's fucking awesome. It includes the following:

-mini personal massager
-personal lubricant
-condoms (2)

The little blurb on the back?

Pack lighter, Pet heavier. Be open to sensual adventure and takeoff with the Mile High Mini Kit in your pocket.

I'm so glad that this hotel takes my pleasure seriously.

Edit: I found the website… http://milehighkit.com

Chicago is fucking cold. Really. Like, the absolute coldest it ever gets in Tampa? Yeah..that was the high temperature this afternoon…right in the low thirties. Plus a whole lot of wind. Windy City and all that. And Jeebus do cars honk their horns a lot here!

But seriously, I'm absolutely loving this city. I've spent the morning and afternoon shopping along the Magnificent Mile. Last night we ate at the Chicago Chop House which was really super good. Apparently they were voted the #1 steakhouse in the US. There was a piano bar on the first floor, then the second floor was the main dining area, non-smoking…then the third floor was the main dining area, smoking. We snagged a window seat there, which really only gave us a view of a Hard Rock Cafe and a McDonalds. Except the McDonalds was one of those ones “from the future!” Like, in those cartoons in the 50s where they showed you what the future would be like? Yeah, the McDonalds was totally from that. Today we ate at some seafood restaurant for lunch, which was pretty alright till the end when they stopped paying attention to us. As in, we finished our food and it was over 20 minutes until the waiter came over to see how we were. There was a couple next to us that were seated well after us and were completely finished, had their check and were gone long before us. They had the same waiter, too…so it was kinda weird. Anyways, pumpkin cheesecake? YUM.

Hmm, what else to report. Oh, our little housekeeping lady? She's so awesome! She folded Wes' clothes all neat like, and arranged all of our toiletries and stuff. My laptop was in the corner being charged…she totally straightened it too! It's a far cry from when we stayed in Austin and the Jamaican lady was all mean to us. Oh and room service was mean to us, and refused to take our trays back. We'd call…they'd never come. Then the housekeeping lady would be all mean about us leaving it there. Except, hello? It's room service…I can't exactly take it down to the kitchen myself. Oh well.

In conclusion, I'm having a fabulous time. I love Chicago…I love that I can walk places here. I love that there's so much to see. I love looking at the people, and that there are so many interesting people around. I LOVE skyscrapers. I don't want to leave.

Oh, also. Navy boys are fucking HOT.

Also, I was wondering why I'm always so fucking tired before I go on a trip. Every time I've traveled this year I've ended up waiting till the last minute to pack. The last time I went somewhere I was nearly late getting to the airport because I was still doing laundry. Laundry that I had to pack. When I went to Austin I didn't even get to sleep the night before leaving because of having to do dishes and laundry and whatnots. And packing, of course.

So, naturally…since I'm going to Chicago on Friday I'm too damn tired to move. Sure I could have done laundry this weekend. Hell, I even tried to just go buy new clothes…but it ended up being too hard to decide on stuff so I gave up and came home. I'm not entirely sure I have stuff to wear to work tomorrow. Or Thursday. I certainly don't have clothes picked out to take. Or clean. Sigh. I did manage to procure a coat, though. I guess that was me being productive. Ugh. I wish I made enough money to have hired help. Maybe that will be my new goal in life. Just be successfully enough to make someone else pick out/take care of my clothing choices. Or just get a mom who cares. Either works.

On a completely unrelated note, I cannot stop sneezing. I've been sick off and on for at least a month. Now I mostly just have the sneezes. I think I sneezed 10 times in a minute earlier today. It kinda sucks to have to plan the breaks in your sentences when talking because you know you'll have to sneeze. I think tomorrow I'm going to count how many times I sneeze. Because, clearly, I am just that cool. Plus I'm kinda curious. Cause fuck, I sneeze a lot.

I finally figured out when the original Iron Chef is on (not that American crap..though Alton Brown as the commentator is kinda fun…) It's been MONTHS since I've seen it! And as an added bonus, the Iron Chef is Sakai…my absolute favorite. Who else can make salmon ice cream for people to eat? Like in a totally serious way? Yeah, only Sakai can.

Fortunately, I remembered to make the dvr record it for me for forever…because I'll never manage to watch it every Tuesday at 4am.

Mmmm, grilled fish heads.

Oh, I told Wes that the internets said he couldn't break through the belly of a shark. He was really, really sad but doesn't entirely believe he's defeated yet.

So Wes and I have been having this discussion. About if a shark was munching down on you. (Thanks, Discovery Channel for putting sharks on our minds.) Anyway, he seems to think it would be easier to get through a shark munching on you if you didn't so much fight back. But, rather, if you wound up being swallowed by a shark and then just broke through it's insides. I think that while the insides of a shark are probably not that hard to rip apart, the rubbery outer skin would be too much to get past. Plus, they don't even have bones that you could use to poke through! Nevermind the lack of breathable air in the belly of a shark. He's confident that he could break out of a shark in under 45 seconds.

I think this may be a question for the Mythbusters to tackle.

So next weekend I'm going to Chicago. I'm so freaking excited. The prospect of being in cold weather is kinda nifty, while at the same time freaking me out. I don't handle the cold so well. I don't even have a coat anymore! Though I've honestly acclimated to Tampa's weather, so now anything under 60 has me shivering and bundling up. But yeah, we'll see how I do there.

We're staying it what looks to be a kickass hotel – The James Hotel. It's right in the Magnificent Mile area…so I expect I'll be pretty damn broke by the end of the weekend. Tampa has a lot of the stores that are in that area, so there's really only a few places that I imagine I'll be. Barney's – I'm looking at you.

Hopefully I can get my hair re-reddened this weekend. I was able to get it cut last week….luckily, because my stylist is about to pop her baby. I swear, this miracle of birth thing creeps me right the fuck out. I'm not entirely sure I even believe in it. *shudder* Seriously. Why can't we just reproduce by losing a limb and having it grow into a new human. Just like starfish.

Other than that, my life is incredibly boring right now. And that's not entirely a bad thing. I think I'm gonna hang out with a new boy tomorrow…and hopefully get the sex. Well, if I hang out with him – I'm pretty positive that I'll get the sex. Hopefully it'll be the good sex, cause I'm pretty sure I need it right now.

Oh, I got a kind of awesome quarterly review last week. I was recognized for things that I thought had gone completely unnoticed (because they always had in the past) which was just kickass. I have to admit, as much as I disliked my supervisor a year ago…or even six months ago, I think he's really developed his management skills. And he doesn't piss me off on a daily basis anymore…which makes working with him a whole lot easier.