Odds and Ends

Someone found my site yesterday by searching for "Serbian Hotties." I guess this would be the place to go. Am I right? Anywho, I feel that it is my duty to give you an update on my own Serbian Hottie. He called me and we had a lovely conversation and have scheduled a date for next Tuesday (we are both very busy and important people you see). This means that I have to do an even more extensive google search of Serbia.

It's a good thing that our date isn't until next week because I have a nasty cold right now. I went to the doctor yesterday and ended up waiting three hours before I finally got in to see someone. To make matters worse they had little SARS masks on the desk and said that if you had a cough that you were required to wear one. Well, being the fashion conscious person I am and knowing that a SARS mask just didn't go with my outfit, I spent the next three hours stifling my horrible cough. The good news is that the petite British doctor told me I was the nicest patient she had all day and thanks to the antibiotics she prescribed, I'm feeling much better today.

Now, if they had the Louis Vuitton masks I might have reconsidered...

In other news: My parents are coming to visit. I'm looking forward to being babied and taken out to eat at all the places that I normally would not be able to afford. Also, we are going to spend the weekend on the beach in Maine. Woo-hoo! All lobsters located off the coast of Maine should start running for their lives.

You want to go where?

I've been making some travel arrangements for some coworkers today and it turns out that when you say Norfolk with a New England accent it comes out Norf**k. My inner twelve year is laughing and urging me to ditch work to drink Mountain Dew and watch Snick.

Pumpkin Hats

One of my coworkers brought one of those little baby pumpkins to put on my desk to be all festive and stuff and as I was looking for an image of a little baby pumpkin I came across this. This is why I always secretly wished I could be in a Fraternity.

Happy Birthday!

So my blog is officially a year old today. What was once a way to keep from getting too bored and an excuse for being self-absored has become and internet institution. Sadly, my typing hasn't gotten any better. You can read my first awful post here. Enjoy!

Encounter with cute Serbian leads to subsequent Google search for Serbia

See above.

In case I peaked your interest:

Find out more about Serbia here.

There are few things finer than late night television

Some people eat when they're drunk. Some people call former lovers. Me? I have a habit of coming home from a night out and sitting on the couch and watching informercials. The latter day Edison, Ron Popeil always seems like the greatest man in the world at 3 AM when you are still somewhat buzzed. And I don't think he's aged a day since 1986. Do you remember the food deyhydrator craze. It is all thanks to this man.

Don't worry I don't buy anything, unlike some people I know. Seriously though, some of that stuff is amazing. I think my personal favorite item right now is the Magic Bullet. It's a mini blender that has some sort of mug attachement so you can make frozen margaritas. Now, tell me that isn't amazing. It also gets bonus points for having a name that sounds like it you might also find it in your local porn shop.

Bonus!

Q: What's one benefit of having a massage therapist for a friend? (Other than them being a cool person and fun to hang out with and all, of course.)

A: Getting free massages when they need to practice for a job interview.

In other news: I'm currently accepting friendship applications from chocolatiers, bartenders, and fashion designers.

A Real Bitch

A couple months ago my bosses got a new puppy. When they were picking out names they discussed calling her a name that was very similar to mine, only off by two letters. I told them they could not name their puppy that, it was much too close to mine and they could not name their puppy after me. They did it anyway. Ok fine. I can deal with it. Right? Right?

Not only have they named her something similar to my name, they also began calling her a nick name which is similar to nick names that I have had in the past. I can handle that. It doesn't really make that much difference. I mean they might as well right since they already decided to essentially name her after me they might as well go ahead and get an entire army of dogs and name them after me since they apparently love my name so much. They could add other pets too what about an iguana named Monday Girl and a squirrel named Tuesday Girl. Heck, why not get that snake they've been talking about for so long and name it Wednesday Girl.

Now they've started calling me by their dog's nick name and I've begun searching the want ads.

Come here Friday Girl! Come on Girl! Come here Friday!

Guys (Formerly) With Long Hair

I found that I have a brand new deal breaker to add to the deal breaking pot: guys who at some point had long hair (long, as in past their shoulders). Not guys currently with long hair, that isn't a deal breaker, because I would never talk to them in the first place. You really have to wonder about the personal hygiene of a man with long hair. Think about it for a second, guys aren't really clean and are generally pretty gross. Add some long hair, which is probably never washed and you have someone I don't really want to hang with.

Someone who used to have long hair is deceptive. Since they currently have short hair you assume that they are a short haired kind of person, but this is not so. They could decide at any point to grow their hair out long again and then you have been tricked into dating a long haired person, which is not what you signed up for. Also, whenever you look at pictures of them with long hair, you constantly think "Who is this person and why I am with them." The sooner you find out how long a person's hair has been in the past, the better. It will save you a lot of pain. You do not want to date a formerly long-haired man.

I found this picture by doing a search for "guys with long hair." Stecky and Red, this one's for you.

Please stop calling me Bo. It's not going to happen.

Movie to Love: Modern Girls

Modern Girls

The story: Three women in their twenties go out on the town in Mid-80s LA.

The Players: Pre-Candyman Virginia Madsen, Pre-Melrose Place Daphne Zuniga, and Cynthia Gibb (woefully under used by Hollywood. Short Circuit 2? Please.)

Why you should love it: The tag line is "Never pay for drinks. Never stand in line. Never stand next to a dweeb." Words to live by.

Why repeated viewings are important: If you're not sure what to wear out, this movie can help give some ideas. While it was clearly made in the 80s you can get some inspiration for eye make-up, accessories, etc. Virginia Madsen's dress in it is to die for.

The best picture I could find of "The Dress."

Key characters: Bruno X/Clifford, the hot rock star and geeky guy who is really the lovable one are played by the same actor, Brad, the DJ who never takes off his head phones, and Milo, a guy who looks like a cross between Paul Rubens and Boy George, yet we are still supposed to believe that he is straight

All tortured rocker Bruno X really wants to do is find his dream girl, who just happens to be Cynthia Gibb.

Key Lessons: Don't count out the geeky guy who drives you around from bar to bar, he might just be the man of your dreams. Don't do extascy in a biker bar and proceed to roll around on a pool table. Always coordinate your cigarette to your outfit.

We Interrupt this Blog for a Special Announcement

It seems that I have some fans. No, not just you mom, other people. You know like people I don't know personally. How exciting! I have the admiration of tens! Alright, ones. Still, I am almost a demi-god. Statues of me will be found the world over! Future anthropologists will wonder who was this Sunday Girl who was worshipped by every culture in the world?

...I digress. It seems that one of my biggest super fans is leaving his government job in favor of work at a big bad law firm this week. He has been a dedicated fan ever since the early days when I had nothing to write about except the freaky people I would spot on the T and going out dancing. He's still right here with me when I have nothing to write about except freaky people I see on the T and going out dancing. We've been through a lot my Super Fan and I. He got one of my posts to be distributed around General Mills. That's right a major corporation. Try not to be jealous. I can't help it that I am so fabulously important. He even talks about me at his own 30th birthday party. And he agrees with me that I am incredibly white. So this post is all for you Super Fan.

My super fan reading my daily rantings. See how supportive he is. Didn't you know that the eagle is my mascot?

Even when my Super Fan isn't reading my most recent post, he is still showing his devotion to all things Sunday Girl. By the way, T-Shirts are on sale now for $19.95, all major credit cards accepted.

Good luck Super Fan! I hope your new job won't get in the way of reading my daily self-absorbed ramblings.

Physicists, Rembrants, and ravers. Oh my!

Friday night:
I went to a "hippie rave thing" along the Charles with my Train Friend. Not being a hippie or raver I did not know quite what to wear for the occasion. I put on a t-shirt with a flowy scarf and then put my hair in pig tails and with that the hippie drawer was closed. Then I ended up borrowing a whole bunch of bracelets from my train friend anyway who was much more appropriately dressed.

The venue was pretty interesting. The dancing was outside right along the river and inside was a bar. The contrast between the inside and outside was pretty striking. Outside you had flashing lights and people dancing with glow sticks. Inside it was like a North Woods townie bar populated with baby boomers. Outside there were thumping beats. Inside there was Patsy Cline. Inside there were darts. Outside there was tetris. I think you begin to get the idea.

The event was also eighteen and up, which means that there were a lot of people there who were not old enough to drink, including my new friend. Yes, it seems that one of these little underage kids took a shining to me. I figured out pretty quickly that he was pretty young. When I asked him why he wasn't drinking he said it was because he had to drive home. When I asked him what he did he said "everything good that there is to do." Translation: I live with my parents and I'm still in high school. Don't get me wrong I was flattered and I will probably never be hit on by someone in high school ever again so I should cherish the moment, but I'm not Mary-Kay Letourneau. Call me crazy, but I like it when my men are in fact men and can legally get into bars. I don't want to be worried that I'll be picked up by the cops ever time I go out on a date with someone.

Saturday:
Saturday morning I was pretty upset with myself for being the irresponsible person I am. You see I had to get up at 7:30 to go to a volunteer training session at the Gardner. After having gone to be at 2:30 the night before I was cursing my wild ways as I dragged myself out of bed. To make matters worse on the way there I got coffee and managed to spill half of it on my dry-clean only jacket. I walked into the info session feeling like a dishevled mess. I'm classy, what else can I say? This disheveled state probably didn't really help my chances to become a volunteer since not everyone is guaranteed to become a volunteer. I guess working for free is pretty popular at the Gardner. We'll see if I get the position.

Saturday night after I had rested a bit I headed out to a BBQ in Somerville with a whole bunch of cats from MIT. I was the only non-science, non-mathmatical person there. At point my friend introduced me to someone and told them I was not a science person and his response was "I don't know what to say to you." Yes, it's true I know nothing about mouse enemas or you know other complicated stuff, but you'd think there might be something we might have in common. I mean science people watch The Real World too. Don't they? I think I just had a very scary vision about what life must be like at MIT.

Sunday
I did nothing. Abosolutely nothing. Except sleep, does that count as something?

Slow News Day

Don't ever get your film developed at the Walgreens in Central Square. This is just a warning to all you Bostonians out there. After dropping my flim off on Sunday I expected to get all my photos returned to me an hour later. That was not to be. When I returned I discovered that they had misprinted all of my photos and would not be able to fix them until the next day. The woman at the one hour photo counter told me that my pictures would be free because of all the trouble. Alright, that's cool free pictures. When I go back to pick up my prints the next day there was a new girl at the counter who disputed the complimentary photo claim, even though Girl 1 had written on the slip that they would be free. So I ended up haggling with Girl 2 to get a lower price, because there was no way I was going to pay the one hour price for pictures I didn't get until the next day. My pictures also came with a complimentary photo cd and now just looking at the CD I discovered that they didn't even print about 4 of my pictures. What bitches. Three strikes and you're out I say and Walgreens is definitely out.

My rant is done. Now you may enjoy the calming effects of some pictures off my photo cd. Included is the wedding I went to a couple weeks ago and my trip to New Hampshire.

Stecky and Mr. Collins looking thoughful in Portsmouth.

The Divine Miss C and Stecky having fun with cell phones and maps. Just get an atlas and all your bedazzled phones and that's all they need for a good time. Oh and Sangria is also an important ingrediant, I almost forgot about that.

Mr. Collins Nine Fingers and me, Sunday Girl. I really don't think I can improve on this picture with a caption. Although, I never realized what chops I had until I saw this picture. Damn!

The noisy table minus Derek. Yes, we were that table that did the power hour before dinner while there was still an open bar and drunkenly heckled everyone that gave speeches.

Me and my date Charlie Bear. See how well we match? That's all thanks to Char Bear's girlfriend (he was on loan for the night) efforts to make sure that he had a shirt to match my dress. When he asked me what I should wear I answered "Um, I don't know a tie?"

Proof that I wasn't crashing the wedding and that I actually know the bride. Unless you read that expression as "Who is this girl, why is she at my wedding, and why does she want her picture taken with me?"

Three things I don't know about this picture: 1) Why there is a shopping cart in the middle of the street 2) Why Alex and Amanda are trying to get into said shopping cart and 3) Why I felt the need to preseve this image for the ages. There are some things we may never know.

Oooo, it's the mystery shot! What could it be? Is it big foot? Aliens? Paris Hilton in sweats and without make-up? Or is it just a shot of Charlie and Michelle without the flash on? I'm giving you all sorts of things to ponder today.

Hotties!

I have some pretty strange taste in men. I confess is freely. I like them just a little off kilter. So while most of you are going gaga over Jude Law, Jake Gyllenhal, or Brad Pitt, I am lusting after these boys:

After appearances on The Daily Show and I Love the 70s, 80s, and 90s who did fall in love with Mo Rocca? The thick Buddy Holly glasses. The know-it-all smirk. The eerie resemeblance to Where's Waldo. Mo Rocca has it all. He is my favorite c-list celebrity. All you Michael Ian Black worshippers are missing out (not that I don't love him too, but Mo will always be number one in my heart).

What really made me love John Hannah was his role in Sliding Doors and then it was all cemented with The Mummy. I'm sort of a sucker for that accent. Heh. He's just so cute and squinty and funny. Oh, my heart's all a flutter just thinking about the squinty, wackiness that seems to follow John Hannah about.

Richard Coyle (a.k.a Jeff on Coupling) also fits into the squinty, wacky, accented category. How you not love how Jeff gets all nervous around women. Classic Jeff quote: "I love the word naked, it's brilliant isn't it, 'naked'. When I was a kid I used to write the word naked on a bit of paper hundreds of times and rub my face in it." He's so sweet. Aww...

Vincenzo? Is that you?

In case I happen to be on the bottom of the Charles tomorrow wearing concrete shoes you will know it was a direct cause of this phone call I just received at work:

Me (in my sexy phone voice): Hello, [Name of my company], This is Sunday Girl.
Caller: Is it possible we could have destroyed everything.
Me: I'm sorry could you repeat that?
Caller: Is it possible we could have destroyed everything.
Me: Can I ask you what this is regarding?
Caller: I'm talking about the backstabber.
Me: Whom are you trying to reach exactly?
Caller: I'm talking about Sonny Catilano.
Me: I'm sorry, I'm afraid you have the wrong number
[click]

This call goes right up there with the messages I have received from an old women asking to be taken to Walmart with a parrot in the background saying, "pretty little bow" and the guy who kept calling and asking, in Spanish no less, what time the liquor store opened so he could buy beer at 6 am on a Sunday (as least that's what the time stamp said). Madness!