I actually managed to keep a list of everything I read last year, although more than half of the books ended up being for my storytelling class. We read a lot of books in that class. This year hopefully will consist of more pleasure reading.

( The list for 2009 )

This is probably going to be news. Yes that's how Emily Grace and I go. We're both fine. I drove today and Emily Grace was thankfully late leaving for class. She's still stuck at the Silver Spring Station. According to her Metro hasn't told any of the commuters at Silver Spring what's going on, so if you know someone who might be hanging around a metro station wondering where the hell the train is you might want to give them a call.

I hate moving. I always forget exactly how much I hate moving in the time between the moves so I'm always caught unexpectedly by the sheer force of my freak out. This time I have combined the move with working 40 hours a week, a summer class (which means 15 weeks squeezed into 6), and a wedding in Georgia. I have a group project that I need to basically be done with by this weekend, I have to pick up my bridesmaid dress tomorrow, I have homework due at 3pm today that I haven't started. The movers came this morning at 7:30 and stuff isn't nearly as packed up as I would like. I threw a massive hissy fit because my TWO sets of allen wrenches are gone and I needed to take my bed apart at 7AM this morning. The only difference between me and my freaked out cat is I'm not huddled in a corner spitting at people yet.

I'm posting this because I'm at work. I can't take the time off so Emily Grace is with the movers. After work I go straight to class. I get out at 8:45 tonight, at which point Emily Grace is picking me up, and taking me to the old house to get my stupid ass cat and make sure I at least have shampoo over at the new place and then we'll head to the new apartment where God willing the movers will have put my bed together and I can go to sleep. At some point next week I have to managed to unpack enough so that I can pack and leave for the wedding next Thursday. My group project is due the day after I get back.

I swear the first person who walks in my office and asks what I deem to be a stupid question is going to get the verbal equivalent to a punch in the face.

Okay F-List, why did none of you let me know that Paul Gross is going to be back on my television soon? Playing the devil in the new Witches of Eastwick. He's naked and wet in the second clip and you people failed to tell me about this? I have lost all faith in you.

Okay granted the show kind of looks like it may suck. But I do not even care. Paul Gross on my tv.

What made me happy yesterday? The three margaritas I had with dinner. Oh and the company in which I drank said margaritas. r_becca, lunamystic, jumperkid and idnariscool met up with me for Mexican food, margaritas and decompression.

Of course then I got home and realized that I was slightly drunk and that the next day when I left for work I needed to take my suitcase, completely packed for travel to Atlanta and then Athens and I had not started packing at all. I sure hope I managed to pack pants.

There are many things I could talk about here tonight, but most of them don't exactly come under the term "happy"; this has not been a particularly happy-filled day. But when have I ever dwelled on the negative? That will give you wrinkles. Here are some little things that made me smile.

Figuring out the math involved in calculating price per page per student per copy that allowed me to get the numbers I needed to make the database happy today.

Finding the perfect pair of shoes for the wedding I am in in June.

Having a trunk full of boxes. Seriously since everyone started shredding and recycling their boxes, getting them from stores is hard yo.

Drinking a glass of wine right now.

Wil Wheaton's live twittering of the hockey playoffs.

Booking my plane tickets for Dragon*Con.

Watching my cat spastically playing with her toy. She is such a freak.

I like this idea of 8 days of happiness and I've really enjoyed reading all the entries so I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon of happy.

Yesterday, after three weeks of not getting any exercise other than the walk from my car to my office, I got back to the gym and back on the treadmill. It felt great. I did my now standard 5K and around the 4th kilometer my music picked up and my pace picked up and it just felt so good. I know I had this big grin on my face.

Afterward I was waiting for the elevator while two other women who had been in the gym at the same time were chatting and one of them told me there was another mat available if I had wanted it for stretching. I said oh no I was fine. And she smiled and said "when I get down to your size, maybe I won't need one either." Y'all as lame as this sounds, that kind of made my day. I've been going through some personal body image issues where I've just felt so unattractive lately and having some complete stranger say something like that just helped me get some perspective.

On a completely unrelated topic, I went to the grocery store after work on Monday and discovered that they have put up new signs on the self check-out lanes. These signs were clearly made in-house by someone with some yellow paper and a printer. They are informing us all that the self check-out lanes are for 25 items or less, something that NO ONE in my grocery store is ever going to listen to. What is absolutely awesome about these signs? The fact that they inform us "more than 25 items are no longer RUNGED UP in the self check-out"

I'm not one to post recaps of my dreams mainly because I seriously doubt any of you care about the weird stuff my subconscious throws at me when I'm asleep and also because most of the time I am incapable of explaining the dreams.

But I do need to share part of my dream from last night because it just makes me laugh so hard. There was a lot going on, but a BIG subplot was...David Hewlett (who it seemed Emily Grace and I knew) was in a country and western band AND had his own brand of peanut butter cereal that Starbucks carried. Even in the dream we found this HILARIOUS! And he was all defensive about his cereal. It was flakes, kind of like Frosted Flakes only they were covered in a peanut butter coating, which sounded gross even in the dream.

That's right, my dream consisted of making fun of David Hewlett's kind of disgusting cereal and being a supportive friend by going to his country and western band gigs. *facepalms* My brain is an awesome place to be.

Y'all. Tor books has kind of made my day with their news feed.

But my favorite thing is the Open Letter to our Readers, in which they announce their new name change.

"We would never attempt to trivialize the concerns of fandom. At least the fandom we care about—the kind that hangs out at the Apple Store, and look like those kids from Twilight. Young, pasty, sexy, tech-savvy, secret vampires...yes, that pretty much sums up our new target audience."

Man I have failed in the updating lately. It's not as if stuff hasn't been going on, I've just kind of failed in the "writing it down" kind of way. I should do better at that.

Did y'all know it snowed? Like weeks ago. I even took pictures because, let me tell you, that was a lot of snow for two Southern girls. We dealt with it very admirably, meaning we did not panic and we threw a lot of salt around. I even shoveled the stuff off our stairs. My favorite part of the entire thing was getting the text message from D.C. Alerts informing us that at 4pm on Sunday we would have a SNOW EMERGENCY. We both glanced out the window at the slightly cloudy day and then looked back at each other and cracked up. The very exact phrasing was hilarious, as if, at 4pm the skies would open and dump a foot of snow on us RIGHT THEN!

We did what all good Southerns do in a SNOW EMERGENCY and went to the grocery store. Because I needed chips. No seriously I did. I was eating those fried onion things you put on top of green bean casserole because I really, really wanted something crunchy and salty. You can't go through a SNOW EMERGENCY without snack food. We also decided that brownies were clearly a staple of life and we needed some. When the snow finally came (several hours after 4pm I would like to note) we were ready for it. We spent the day eating brownies and watching tv. It was awesome.

I'm taking an online class about Management (oh god the eye rolling) this semester and I hate it with a passion that is difficult to describe. I am inherently lazy and I knew before I even started that making myself do the work when I never had to physically go to a class was going to be hard. And it has been. Never mind the hilarity of taking a class basically about interacting with people without ever really having an interactions with people. That's awesome.

Plus this whole reading for class thing is seriously cutting into my reading for fun time. I want to read about John Adams and instead I have to read incredibly useless management articles. I don't care if it was in the Harvard Business Review, it's stupid. Although it appears that they will publish any idea as long as you write it up in a semi-coherent manner and throw in lots of "examples". I'm considering writing up something along the lines of "Where Weir Went Wrong: Management Lessons from Stargate: Atlantis" Someone fund me to sit down and watch the show over again.

Also in my class is Bartholomew His name has been changed because I find his lame. I don't like Bartholomew. He is only taking one class this semester and he is only working a part time job. All of which translates into Bartholomew being the first person to post on everything. And he's in my break out group. *sigh* He is WAY to into this library school thing and I want to kick him. Unfortunately we never meet in person and thus I can't. If I ever do run into him I'm pretty sure he'll be stunned by the complete stranger running up and kicking his leg and yelling something incoherent about stupid deadlines. I won't feel bad about it, it'll give him something to blog about and isn't that what everyone wants out of life?

In the best news of the week, work is moving us to the back end of beyond, aka Largo,MD. in December instead of May! DUDE! SCORE! I'll almost be done and graduated! Since my giant concern was how in the hell I was supposed to work full time in Largo and still get to College Park in time for 5:30 classes this takes a load off my mind.

Now all I have to worry about is the massive LACK of public library jobs anywhere. Let's take a look, just out of curiosity shall we? What's out there? *the internet equivalent of crickets* Well crap. Come on economy, turn around already. I don't want to be forced into going to conferences, scoping out the older librarians, the ones that look a little dodgy in the heart, and sneaking up behind them and yelling "BOO!" I might get a reputation or something

For those of you following along at home, I did not go see Watchmen last night. However I might as well have what with the amount of sleep I actually got.

Now I'm dragging around work and I don't even have any cool "street" cred for going to the midnight showing of the new uber-geek movie. Nope, I just had insomnia. How lame is that?

Clearly we need to make insomnia the new hip thing. My sleep-deprived stare brings all the boys to the yard.

I should be asleep. In fact I've been trying. But sleep has decided to diss me tonight. So I'm taking a moment to talk about how much I love Leverage. Seriously. I can't even name a favorite episode or character because every single episode has me saying OMG I LOVE THIS ONE and there are multiple times in each episode that each character does something that just makes me adore them.

I love that this show has writers that have given these character serious backstory. They KNOW where they come from and why they do the stuff they do. It means they have this continuity that I've missed on some of my shows. I love that each episode is smart, and funny and while at times I think they underestimate the audience's ability to figure out what they did the times they over explain are pretty rare and getting rarer.

I love that they have two incredibly smart, independent women on the team.

( Cut for very, very generic spoilers. No real plots just mention of character traits and developement )

I love that each and every single one of them is completely nuts in completely different ways. And they all know it, and they kind of acknowledge it and work with/around the crazy. They have that great Team feeling, where Team really means Family much to the surprise of everyone in it. It's that feeling that I loved so much about SGA only in this show the characters actually have consistent interactions with each other and they've kind of grown through the season. I love it. I'm so glad it got picked up for a second season.

I have to share the wonder of Sorority Girls From Hell. When you hear the theme music know that everyone in the library is singing Erma's theme.

FriendsList we need to talk. Why did no one tell me that Nathan Fillion has a new series starting? What's up with that? I was fast-forwarding through Oscar commercials and had to stop and rewind.
So what's the skinny? Did you try to tell me and I just ignored it? Do we know if this is going to be any good? From the commercial I saw it looks a bit like it's trying to be Bones, only without the science.

I was bitten by something last week. I was outside, I moved my arm up and all of a sudden OW, something bit me, or stung me, whatever, it hurt. And then the next day it didn't hurt, but my arm was swollen and it had gone all red.
I went to the doctor, they said take benadryl. I did. And then I proceeded to whine about it to Emily Grace for the next five days and fret that my arm was going to go black and fall off or baby spiders were going to hatch out if it ala a horror movie. Emily Grace mercifully restrained herself from killing me, although I'm sure she thought about it, especially after the 48th time I showed her my arm and asked "Do you think the swelling has gone down?".

My arm, for those interested, is much better now. However I have been grumpy like Gloria Grumpy Queen of the Grumpettes the past couple of days. And then suddenly I wanted a SMOOTHIE!

All this has led me to think "OMG MAYBE THE BUG WAS AN ALIEN AND NOW I"M PREGNANT WITH AN ALIEN BABY!!!!!"

Emily Grace, ever the voice of wisdom pointed out "It seems like most aliens (except Teyla) have a faster gestation period, so if you don't manifest some kind of symptom other than SMOOTHIE CRAVINGS I think you're okay." Thank god she's around.

Unfortunately my lack of alien impregnation means I can't just punch someone (I don't care who, just whoever next walks into my office, it's that kind of day) in the face and use the "Alien baby in my belly made me do it" defense.

Signs that I might be overly emotional and hormonal today:

I was getting coffee and watching the ESPN broadcast and there was John Smoltz wearing a stupid, fucking Red Sox hat and holding up a stupid, fucking Red Sox jersey and smiling and I simultaneously wanted to break something and burst into tears. This was not helped by the montage of his greatest moments as a Brave.

I'm going to go eat a piece of chocolate now and try not to think about it.

This is going to interest like maybe two people reading this. Sorry. I promise it won't go to all Tour all the time until July *grins*

So I never really start looking at Tour de France details until closer to July, but I follow Team Slipstream on twitter and they are about to start the Team Time Trial in the Tour Med. They mentioned that it's half the distance of the TTT in the Tour. And that meant I had to go check and YES, the Tour is putting the Team Time Trial Back In!!! *dances*

Also they have a mountain stage the DAY BEFORE they ride into Paris, which should be interesting.

All I wanted out of my lunch was 45 minutes to eat my crappy little pizza and read my book. A small amount of time where I didn't have to interact with anyone and I could pretend I was alone. If the cute guy came in the lunchroom, I might take a moment to glance up at him and think "cute".

What happened instead was I got my crappy little pizza, nodded hello to my co-workers and waved my book at them, indicating I was going to read today. I sat down, started to eat my crappy little pizza and began to read my book. After a couple of minutes I notice this guy, holding a tray and kind of hovering around, looking from table to table. Harry Dresden was facing down some demons in the book, so I admit I'm not really paying much attention to the weird guy and his indecision problems so when he interrupts my readings to ask if he can sit at my table I'm surprised. I say yeah, because who says No leave me alone?

He then sits down across from me and proceeds to eat. I bury my head back in my book and think "don't make eye contact" and proceed to feel weird about the entire situation. These tables are not big. They are small, four person tables; someone sitting across from you is close to you. To sit at one with someone you don't know is awkward.

I ate half of my little crappy pizza, read maybe four pages of my book and then left. As I left I looked around the lunchroom. When he asked to sit with me, I assumed it was because there weren't any free tables, that can happen sometimes. But no, there were plenty of free tables. He just chose to sit with me. Thanks weird creepy dude. I didn't really want to relax anyway.

Yay for snow days. It's official, the university I attend closes at 12:30. The one I work for is closing at noon. I get to go home. I love that my job announces closing half an hour before they go into effect. *smiles that smile that means "aren't you special"*

I'm going to go home, roast a chicken and do some work in the online class I'm taking this semester. Life is super exciting. I may even throw in some watching of NCIS or something crazy like that.

TONY! LOOK!

"Scientists have successfully teleported information between two separate atoms in unconnected enclosures a meter apart - a significant milestone in the global quest for practical quantum information processing."

We are one step closer to my cake fax. Get on this Tony, I want to be able to teleport cake to my friends. And really since you are my friend you can only benefit from this.