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| I guess its the proliferation of crap on the radio that makes me so mad. But then again when I think about it, it must not be that bad becasue I somehow manage to buy about one cd a week. Anyway, this a public service announcment to anyone who remotely cares about the music they put into their heads.
Run, do not walk, to the nearest Tower Records and pick up this cd. The best description that I've heard came from Toya
"It's what would happen if you mixed Sting and Chris from Coldplay...and they rapped."
If that doesn't light your fire, your wood is wet. | | |
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XX - tia
I don't know when it happened but it did. I've turned into a girl.
Now don't get it twisted, I've always been one anatomically, chromosomally and all of those other -ally words. But for pretty much the majority of my life, I was a TOMBOY extraordinaire. I was a jock in high school and proud of it. I played basketball until I was 15, ran track and made the varsity Swim team by the time I was a sophomore. I didn't see the need for make-up; it would just run while I was running, sprinting or swimming. And girly clothes were just too constricting. "So let me get this straight. I have to be uncomfortable in high heels and a short skirt to impress you. Ummm...no thanks. Hand me my sweats, please." So I spent most of my formative years in sweats, baggie jeans or some other sports wear. I once went almost 2 years without wearing a skirt.
I'm not even sure when it really happened. I know that I've eluded to changes in the past. But it was as I was shopping for black heels yesterday that I realized that the girl that you used to know is so GONE. I blame Toya. I was perfectly content in my make-upless state. I probably would have worn jeans and t-shirts forever. But somehow Toya began to subtly convince me that I would, "look really pretty in this color." Then it was, " I have this bronzer that doesn't really work for me. Let me use it on you." The next thing I knew I was wearing Iman Bronzer, MAC lip glass, an assortment of accessories and green stilettos. How did this happen?
Last Sunday I tried to convince my new friend Michael, VANDERBILT CREW in the house, that I was a tomboy. It was to no avail. He said, "You are always rockin' some stilettos and a fuzzy purse. I would have NEVER guessed that you're a tomboy." Shocked and appalled was I. It was just kind of amazing to me that a BOY would have never thought that I was able to rock some sweats, with no make-up while watching the Blue Devils beat the crap out of some unsuspecting ACC team. I was always the girl that the boys wanted to hang with. Not just because I was pretty or fairly intelligent. But also because I could discuss how Bobby Hurley messed around and got a triple double in the game the night before. I was the girl that was cool enough to hang with the boys without them having to wonder, "Does she like me?"
Now I'm the girl in the high heels, who wants to be, of ALL things, a model. Even though Toya thinks it's a bad idea, I was going to post a link to some of my hot girl modeling pictures. Stalkers be DANGED!!!!! But the site with the pics is down. Maybe it's a sign. Anyway, I think I'm going to go back to the days of Yea and Nea. I think it may be time to give the pointy shoes a rest for a while. But there is this nagging fear in the back of my mind that I might be able to let them go. That when I go to put on my A-DI-DAS I will be inexplicably drawn to the black BCBG pumps. How did this happen to me? | | |
| Am I being filmed? by tia
Okay, the following story is true. I couldn't make this up if I tried.
Wednesday I was in Columbus, OH initiating a site to beginning enrolling subjects for the study that I work on. My main contact for the study was to be a nurse who would act as the Study Coordinator. I will not go into details, suffice it to say that the visit that should have only taken 3 hours took 5 1/2. The incompetence of this women was so stellar that I did not feel comfortable with her administering drug to unsuspecting subjects. I would hate for someone I know to come into contact with this women. They may very well end up dead from her gross negligence. Anywho, because the visit went over SOOOOO much longer than planned, I missed my flight and was stranded in Columbus for the night. Thank God for the corporate Amex.
Also, I used to live in Col, OH. I still have a friend from high school who lives there so I gave her a jingle and we headed out to the store to find some last minute toiletries for my unexpected overnight stay. It was as we walked out of the store that the Surreal Night from Hades began.
Dude, Where's My Car?
We're both looking for the car. Since it's technically not a car that belongs to either of us, we figured we just didn't see it. It was there we just couldn't find it. It was a big parking lot you see. While we wandered I realized that I couldn't find my keys. I had them when we got out of the car but I didn't have them then. The location of the keys is something of a mystery. As we were trying on shoes in the store, it's very possible that they fell out of my purse/pocket with the constant standing and seeing that inevitably accompanies shoe shopping. It's also possible that the keys were dropped in the parking lot while we tried to wrangle my friend's two year old out of the car. The scenarios are endless but whatever the case the keys were gone.
We continued to search the parking lot in vain. We walked in circles in pure unadulterated denial. "The car is here." "It's here, just don't see it." "It's probably behind that tree over there." "It's here." We went back in the store and enlisted the help of the security, all the while holding on to the belief that "The car is here." It was only after the security guard turned around and said, "The car's not here." that we began to think "maybe the car is not here."
I called the police and this how the conversation went:
Metro Police: 911, what is emergency?
Me: I need to report a stolen car
MP: Please hold.
After a lengthy hold
MP: What is license plate number of the car that was stolen?
Me: I don't know, it was a rental car.
MP: You're going to have to call your rental company and they are going to have to report the car as stolen.
Me: Thanks
On the phone with Hertz
Hertz: Thank you for calling Hertz how can I help you?
Me: My rental car was stolen
Hertz: (laughter) What?!?!
M: My rental was stolen.
H: Then you need to call the police.
M: I did. They said I need to call you.
H: No, you need to call them. And let them know that the car was stolen while in your possession.
M: Okay, fine...What's the tag number?
After obtaining the info I needed, yet another call to CPD
MP: What is your emergency?
M: I want to report a stolen car.
MP: Is this the woman from the Meijer's parking lot?
M: Yes
MP: Please Hold
Another MP operator: What is your emergency?
M: Stolen Car
AMP: Please Hold
I kid you not, Yet ANOTHER CPD Operator
3rd MP: What is your emergency?
M: Car's gone
3rd MP: Please hold
5 minutes later
3rd MP: Sorry for the delay, what is your location?
M: Meijer on Brice Road
3rd MP: Make Model of the car
After relaying the information, I heard
3rd MP: Please hold
10 minutes later
3rd MP: Sorry for the delay. I wanted to check and see if the car was in the impound.
(it wasn't)
3rd MP: Ma'am, we will dispatch an officer out to you and someone should arrive in about 30 minutes.
The whole time the store security guard hadn't left our side.When I told him the time frame the dispatcher had said he politely informed me that it would be AT LEAST 30 minutes more than that. You see, I'd called just prior to the shift change. As such the dispatchers wait until the new shift has come on and been oriented before releasing crimes "not in progress" to the floor. So even though I called the police around 10:30 or so, the officer didn't arrive until 11:58.
Where is the real officer?
When the cop did finally show up, I thought it was another security guard. He was about 5'6", 130 lbs. If you see a deputized officer of the law and your first reaction is, "AWWWWW, how cute." you gotta wonder how equipped he is to handle the situation. I must say that the 9mm at his side was pretty convincing.
After taking my statement, he informed me that the report would be available online and that they would call me if they found the car. ummm....Okay...The brand 2004, red Mazda 6 that was stolen....you hope to find it tonight.....OKAY... There girl I was with just looked at each other and started singing Gone by Nsync. We're goofy that way.
Going from bad to worse
Thankfully I hadn't brought a lot of personal items on this trip. I was supposed to have flown out that evening, you see. It all goes back to the incompetence of one person. I did, however, have quite a few things from work. Including my laptop. That's right, not only was my rental car stolen, but so was my laptop bag which held my laptop and cords, confidential company and client information, my mini-stapler that I loved SOOOOO much and some random supplies. Also in the car was my travel bag that held my personal car keys (which cost approximately $400 to replace because they are electronic and have to be replace by the dealer), two library books, my travel bible, some random cell phone accessories and my flonase. All told in the course of about an hour $18,000 worth of stuff was stolen. All I could do was laugh (as my manager did when I called her and told her what happened) because honestly, this mess was funny.
I'd hoped that the security cameras may have caught a glimpse of what happened. Maybe, just maybe, the cameras might have caught a glimpse of the person who stole the car. I don't know WHAT I was thinking.
As it turned out, one of the security guards from the morning shift had been using the cameras to check out some girl. As one normally is when overcome by lust, he forgot to do what he was supposed to do, which was reset the cameras to PAN the parking lot. Hence, there is no footage of the car being stolen. It is to laugh.
There's no place like home
After what became the longest night in the history of my life, I finally made it to the hotel after 2 am. (Insert sarcasm here) Good thing my flight left at 7:50 the next morning. Oddly enough, as I was getting ready to leave the hotel on about 3-4 hours of sleep, I was in a peaceful mood. Yeah, what happened sucked, but it could have been A LOT worse. From what I understand the neighborhood where my car was stolen has gone all the way down hill. (I didn't know that. It was fine when I used to live there, but that was 8 years ago.) The security guard informed me that the crime rate has skyrocketed (ya think), the police are at that store weekly, the place is surrounded by low income housing and they're building a meth clinic behind the store in the spring. That would have been helpful information to have. Or knowing that just the week before I was there, the security guard said a guy held a store clerk hostage at knife and/or gun point before being subdued. So all in all it had the potential to be a lot worse. I could have been carjacked. I could have shot/accosted/maimed/attacked. I could have had irreplaceable things in the car with me. The list is never ending. So I was thankful that God had protected me the way he had.
Moving on
I had to report the car stolen to Hertz the next morning. So after checking in for my flight, I went to the counter to explain what happened. The Mark Walhberg look alike behind the counter was flabbergasted. A car had never been stolen since he started working there. So I guess that would explain why it took him so long to fill out the report. Cute and stunned as he was though, he was holding me up from getting through security. So you can imagine my despair when I did finally get to the security line only to find it stretched out to check-in area. (it hadn't been that long when I checked-in 30 minutes prior.) I had one thought: Forget All This. I walked right to the front of the line and explained my situation to the first person I saw. Thankfully, he let me cut. Unfortunately, because there'd been a change to my flight schedule (what began as a one day trip was suddenly changed to an overnight trip with an early morning departure = red flags) I'd been "randomly" selected to be searched.
Maybe it was the stress of it all, it had been a long 24 hours and a lot had happened, but I just started crying. I didn't cry when the car was stolen. I didn't cry when I realized that my laptop with all of my NON-Backed up work was gone. But when the lady started frisking my mammories it was just too much to handle. Fortunately, I made it through security and one of the guys on the cart gave me a ride to the gate.
The whole situation from the car theft, the mini-cop to the cameras and the security guard is so farfetched it seems...well...sticomish. If it hadn't actually happened to me I wouldn't believe it.
The up-side of it all is that I got a call from a Metro Officer saying that they found my keys, my bible, one of my library books and my flonase. Why they found all of that stuff in ANOTHER stolen car is beyond me.
Seriously, am I being filmed...? | | |
| Questions - by tia
Why do guys smell so yummy sometimes? Shouldn't this be against the law, as scent is one of the most powerful senses known to man? I mean, have you ever been stopped dead in your tracks by the smell of some guy? It is so dangerous. I had a flashback from 1994 b/c some guy walked by me smellin' like the guy I dated Junior year of high school. DANGER, DANGER. DANGER!!!!
Why do we have crushes? And when we have them, why are they sometimes on people that you:
A. Don't need
B. Don't really want, or
C. Can't really have in the first place.
I'm not trying to be anti-girl or anything, but for the most part I think crushes are stupid. I have better things to do with my time than pine away for someone who probably doesn't know that I exist. At least not as anything more than "Tia, my homie." So the fact that I have a real live crush on a real live person (as opposed to like Orlando Bloom or Jason Mamoa, people I don't know) frustrates me to no end.
Why am I such a geek? Why am I so excited about the Star Wars Trilogy? Seriously, I can not wait until tomorrow. I will be at Wal-mart BEFORE work so that I can purchase the set and watch it the minute I get home. If I had a Storm Trooper costume, I would TOTALLY put it on and wear it around the house. YES, I am a nerd. NO, I do not care what you think.
Why is Christmas like 3 months away? Where did this year go? And why will I be coming around on my 28th year on the speck of dirt that we call earth?
What is up with half of the people I know not being registered to vote? You are NOT allowed to whine about the state of the nation if you don't vote. It is strictly forbidden. I think it might actually be illegal.
Why did I just notice how much time I just wasted writing this post and must now get back to work?
Laters | | |
| I figured it was time to give the premium Xanga a whirl as EVERYONE we know with a blog is on Xanga.
conform...conform....conformmm
Did you hear something...?
anyway, I'm (tia) skipping music for a week. Last week, I realized that I rarely go any significant length of time without listening to music. As such, when things are quiet, I sometimes find it hard to concentrate. When I need for things to be quiet so that I can meditate, it takes a little longer than I would like to try to quiet the inside. So I figured I would go without the distraction of music for a few days. Just for kicks and giggles.
Umm....WOW. The first couple of days were a nightmare. Every time I was in the car/house/office for longer than a minute, I kept thinking something was wrong. Something was missing. Can you say DEPENDENCE?? But I'm on day four and it's not so bad. I can actually follow a thought through to it's logical conclusion with out changing gears and thinking about 7 million other things. However, if you find me rocking in the fetal position outside Tower, please go get Toya to talk me out of it. 
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