Well, I have added the new pic of Alex and myself to the photo album page. I must give credit to Chris Biscuiti at The Counterfeit Pennies Radio Show: Photo Gallery for the picture. I didn't quite ask him for it, but i've given him credit in every possible location. Yesterday afternoon I sprained my good ankle running. I'm now sitting around gaining weight and feeling my muscles get flabby. I haven't had a good week of running since December. My back and eyes are killing me.
There isn't anything I hate more than when you write a deep heartfelt e-mail to the man you love, and while your opening your e-mail with enthusiasm for how he responded all he writes is "cheer up. I got a new game controller today. Classes start tomorrow. Love Alex." What the fuck is that about? Men just don't know how to talk to women when we have one of those "i hate everything about my life" days.

Speaking of yesterday, I was taking a shower to find that I had forgot to take a tampon out that had been in for over 24 hours. I was wondering why my period had only lasted four days. I'm lucky that nothing serious had happened. Then there is the shower problem. It seems that in my house we run out of hot water within five minutes into the shower. This can be a problem. Especially when you haven't even washed the conditioner out of your hair and still need to wash your feet.

Oh, and i'm beginning to become increasingly concerned over my attraction to Rivers Cuomo of Weezer (see 1/26/2002 entry). I find that i have been frequenting Weezer sites just to get a glimpse of Rivers. I'm sick.

Back in October Alex dragged me along to the WHRW Binghamton halloween Party. His friend Chris took a very nice picture of us and said that he would get them up on his web site. Well, three months later he finally did it. Here they are at The Counterfeit Pennies Radio Show: Photo Gallery. Sqeezable.

How snuggly cute is Rivers in this photo at Cuomo Dream Land?
By the way, the thought that the guys from O-Town have the ability to choose who will get a record deal is scary.

This is a good example of the things Ryan and I would argue about (all the time) while we were dating. Ryan hates to admit that there are difference between the sexes. You have to forgive him. He went to Bard College (a school from which I escaped) and had been brain washed into thinking that all people are the same and our gender does not form who you are. This has been edited to make me look better.

KrstnBnl: all men are horny
KrstnBnl: alex asked me if i was horny (when i was on li last weekend), i told him yes and he told me that he is horny all the time. it must suck to be a man.
TheIMJesus: you are generalization woamn
TheIMJesus: woman rather
KrstnBnl: huh?
TheIMJesus: you like to make broad generalizations about the sexes
KrstnBnl: because they are fact
KrstnBnl: you just don't like to accept it
KrstnBnl: men have testoterone
TheIMJesus: haha, your opinions may be wrong you know
KrstnBnl: when women have an increased sex drive (ovulation) they have a surge of hormones in their bodies
KrstnBnl: the same thing happens during menstruation
KrstnBnl: that is why woman are also more horny at that time
TheIMJesus: so?
KrstnBnl: so i'm basing my facts on biology and all of the women i have ever been friends with
KrstnBnl: and women talk about things with one another that they don't say to men
TheIMJesus: anyway, I have learned to avoid making generalizations
TheIMJesus: no, currently

After this I realized why I was happy I was no longer with him. My blood is boiling. I want to take my fist through the computer screen and strangle him. Thank god Alex accepts that there are difference because of gender.

It appears that my Long Island Lover (Alex) has decided to go one step crazier and travel to NYC for a John Mayer concert Feb 23. He wants me to go with him. That will make it two concerts for the month of February. According to the ticketmaster site tickets are still available but it will not let me order them. I think i'll just head on down to Mr C's tomorrow morning. So let's recap the month of February: 2-3 Alex visits me / 8-10 Me in Binghamton and going to a Weezer concert/ 15-18 Three day weekend in binghamton for a valentines day extravaganza/ and 22-24 Binghamton to Long Island to NYC to Long Island to Binghamton to Home. That is of course if I get those John Mayer tickets. Hmmm....I hope so.
Stefanie, you shouldn't check my site after 9pm through 4pm the next day. If it's a weekday i'm at work and we only have intranet access not internet access. So therefore I only update when I'm not at work. (I was checking my site meter.) Right now I'm talking to the ex over im. He left a messege for me about John Mayer. He wanted me to suggest some songs. Then he went into his usual constant talking of sex and music. His wanting to know what I have or haven't done with Alex. ECT. ECT. I honestly don't want him to know about that part of my life. Of course, he never hesitates to tell me about his sex life, or should I say lacking sex life.
Ok, it is 9:56pm and I am ready for bed. This is what you get when you get up everyday at 5:30am. I want to get up early and take my car to the car wash and then head on over to Mr.C's. Then maybe off to the mall to buy some groovy clothes with my h&m gift certificate.

Quote of the day: (over weight woman waddles down hallway of Fleet on her way to have a cigarette. speaks to another over weight woman.) I don't care. All I know is that I don't really want to look like an AIDS patient. I like how I look. I'm plump and healthy.
(Translation: I'm over weight and hate myself for it. The only way I can look in the mirror in the morning is to tell myself that skinny people look sick and like they are dying of AIDS.)

The weekend on Long Island was great but uneventful. A winter storm kept us home bound and with little to do. Alex and I ended up playing two full games of trivial pursuit and a trivia game about the United States. I have found that when we play trivia games we get rather competative with a side of sexual tension. Of course I won all three games :-) . Eventhough we didn't really do much I had a great time just hanging out and watching Dead Poets Society (a movie Alex has never seen). I thanked his parents often for their hospitality and for putting me up for three nights. Yet, Alex's mom later revealed that she was hurt that I didn't thank her for letting me stay for the weekend the day that I left. After a tearful phone call between myself and alex, I drove to the store and bought the most expensive thank you card I could find. Hopefully this will ease the recent tension that has developed between us. (Oh, and I touched the Penis!!!)

I owe $19,592.64 is student loans.

I was offered a full time position at Fleet today. I filled out my application and am going to hand it in tomorrow morning. Finally a job with security and benefits. It's been fun being a temp. It appears that I'm going to be taking a train to Long Island. I'll be leaving on Friday morning and coming back Monday afternoon.
This evening I purposely ate fast so that I could be back home at 7pm to watch a CBC special on Barenaked Ladies. Come to find out our CBC station shows Frasier and Drew Carey at that time. So I have to wait till this weekend to see it.

BTW: I was introduced to John Mayer this weekend. I highly recommend him.

Hmmm...Where to start? Well, the weekend started out great. Friday night Alex, Jeremy (one of his apartmentmates) and I went bowling and then to Applebees. On the way to Applebees Alex, taking a left turn onto a four lane road with a divider in the center, accidentally turned into the oncoming lane instead of the one going in the direction that we were supposed to go in. Luckily no cars were coming.
Saturday Alex and I went to the Carousel Mall in Syracuse. We visited Stef and ate Pizza. The drive was definately the best part of the trip. We had a chance to bond and talk about our relationship. He confessed to me that he thinks I should move to Long Island this summer. Something that pleased me greatly.
Sunday we went the WHWR (Binghamton University Radio) so that Alex could burn some cd's. My plan was to leave Binghamton around 6ish so that I could be home by 8. Well, Alex got so wrapped up in the burning process that we didn't get back until 5:30 which means that he felt we had to rush. This, which we have spoke of in the past, mad me quite mad. He apologized and I forgave him. I left and began my two hour trip home.
Things began to go wrong when a road block kept me from continuing north on rt. 8. Almost getting lost I freaked out and began to cry, but then find my way back to 8. Traveled for about another hour and then was about 15 minutes from home when my car spun out of control and ended up front end first in a snow ditch. Stuck in the snow, I ran to a nearby home and asked for asistance. Luckily, the residents of this house were mechanics and pulled my car out with a John Deere tractor. Once back on the road I was a bit shaken. My parents already knew about the accident, I had called them from my cell phone, and were all worked up when I got home. When I brought up the idea of driving to Long Island next weekend they forcefully said "NO" and now I'm taking a train. I can't blame them. I honestly don't want to drive there this weekend.
So next weekend I will be calling in sick on friday and spending three and a half days in Plainview, NY (Long Island). Does this man know how lucky he has it?

I won't be around for the weekend. Tomorrow I'm leaving directly after work for Binghamton. Alex and I haven't seen one another in about six weeks. With finals and winter break, we really couldn't find the time to get away. We've made plans to see Weezer in Wilkes-Barre, PA in february. I ordered the tickets today. Section 105, Row P, Seats 17 to 18. Hopefully this place will be tiny. I don't really see Weezer being able to sell out any place big in such a tiny town.
For anyone who is interested, that would probably be no one, I'm no longer on a modem. It feels good to have the freedom of always being on line and using the phone at the same time. I still have a cold (getting much better) and my leg is almost 100%. I went running yesterday for the first time since thursday. So, until Sunday.

I'm going to be getting a new web address soon. Therefore no more pop ups on the geocities pages. Please be patient. Thanks.

This time tomorrow there will be no more kick off/mother fuckin' dialin' up modem action. It's all about the cable connection baby. RoadRunner here I come.

I'm sure most of you have heard/seen the commercials for the New York Lotto. You know, the ones with groups of your typical New Yorkers singing along with Barenaked Ladies "If I had a Million Dollars"? Well, the women I work with are completely obsessed with these commerciasl and bring them up everyday in conversation. As you can tell I am a Barenaked Ladies fan and felt that I had to listen in to what they had to say about the songs:

Woman 1: So you finally heard that song? The one about a million dollars?
Woman 2: Yes I did. I think it's cute!
Woman 3: Oh, well did you hear where that song comes from.
Woman 1 and 2: NO, I HAVEN'T!
Woman 3: Well, It comes from a broadway show in the 1930's. The show was called Barenaked Ladies and everyone had to go out on stage naked everynight. When they decided to take the song for the commercial the Lotto people had to get permission to use it. It was a huge legal thing.
Woman 1 and 2: Really? We had no idea.

What the fuck? I don't think so. Middleaged women. I didn't say anything to them. Instead I just rolled my eyes and laughed to myself.

Sprained my leg friday night. Meaning. No more running for a while. Maybe that is why I've been having such fucked up dreams. Last night I dreamt that I had plans to meet up with Alex for the weekend. While I was waiting for his arrival I hung out with my college buddy Sharon. I ended up having such a great time with her that I thought I was more in love with her than Alex, so I completely blew him off. By the time I regreted that decision, he had left town and was no longer speaking to me. It was one of those dreams where you wake up really pissed off and wishing you could go back to sleep and change things. I have this feeling something bad is going to happen this weekend. Something terrible has to happen with my plans. Right now I can't run which means I will be extra bloated. Extra bloated because I'm supposed to get my period this time next week. Supposed to get my period next week means I will get it this weekend. This weekend meaning snow, snow, and more snow to keep me from driving to Binghamton. Or worse. Alex will get stuck in a snow drift on his way up from Long Island. Of course, the best of all things, gee I've been away from Alex for six weeks and when do I get a cold? Hmmm? Well, if you guessed right about now you would be correct. Currently I have the sniffles, a cough and a slight sore throat. JESUS CHRIST.
It could be worse. I had a thought today that if I were still in college and school were in session I would have had rep class. Nothing could be worse than Mary Burgess and her vocal technique of hell. Ah, the memories.

fromMiami Herald: DAVE BARRY

MY COMPUTER HATES ME

At least once per day, without fail, my computer, like every computer I have ever owned, has some kind of emotional breakdown. It simply stops working -- often when I'm not touching it -- and it puts a message on the screen informing me that an error has occurred. It does not say what the error is, nor where it occurred. For all I know, it occurred in New Zealand, and my computer found out about it via the Internet, and became so upset that it could not go on.
When this happens, I have to turn my computer off and start it up again. When I do, my computer puts a snippy note on the screen informing me that it is scanning its disks for errors, because it was shut down improperly.
``But I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!'' I shout, but my computer ignores me, because it is busy scanning its disks. You just know that if it finds any errors, it's going to blame me, even though I don't even know where its disks ARE.
My computers keep having seizures, but I keep buying Windows versions, hoping I'll get lucky. I'm like the loser in the nightclub who keeps hitting on the hot babe. His shoes are squishing from the piña colada she poured on him, but he's thinking: ``She's warming up to me!''
I bring this all up because now Microsoft has a new version out, Windows XP, which according to everybody is the ``most reliable Windows ever.'' To me, this is like saying that asparagus is ``the most articulate vegetable ever.'' But still, I am tempted. ``Maybe this will be the one,'' I say to Buddy, as the two of us wait for the disks to be scanned.
If I do get Windows XP, I won't try to install it myself. I no longer mess with the innards of my computer. The last time I tried was a disaster, even though I enlisted the aid of my friend Rob Stavis, a medical doctor who is the most mechanically inclined person I know. Rob can disassemble and successfully reassemble a live human being. He and I recently spent an entire weekend trying to solve an allegedly simple computer problem. We wound up at the computer store, talking to guys who were trained by the Monty Python Institute of Customer Service:
Because the more I think about this Windows XP, the better it looks, sitting over there by the bar, drinking a piña colada. All I have to do is make my move, and I'll have what every guy dreams of: computer reliability!

I'm so god damn tired. Three nights in a row of only six hours of sleep. Sprained my ankle while running this evening. Finished off the workout walking and then came home and iced it down. Hopefully it won't be that bad. Bought a $22.00 pajama top at Victoria Secret today. I almost bought a $20.00 bra with a $2.00 pair of underware, but than I knocked some sense into myself. Next weekend i'll be in Binghamton with Alex. That will make it six weeks since i've seen him. Definately the longest i've gone. I really need to sleep. Past my bed time (9pm). Goodnight. (oh, this occurred to me while I was running. Why was my ex wearing velcro sneakers when I saw him at wal-mart last weekend? I thought only children and the elderly wore velcro sneakers.)

eleven days till alex

Went to Jodi's boyfriends for new years. He was out working. Jodi is 23 years old and dating a man who is 32. He has a house that we basically sat in and watched tv for three hours. I wasn't expecting much, but my friends at home are pretty boring. I couldn't even watch sex in the city. It has been three days since I've talked to Alex. I don't really feel like talking to him. He doesn't really have anything to talk about when he is home from school. Not to mention the fact that he has his gre on friday. I'll probably call him tomorrow night.