I‘m writing this on a notepad right now to transcribe later onto the site. I’m away from my computer working on some studio stuff. It’s nothing I need to be there for, yet, somehow, I always get wrapped up in it. However, anything that shows I’m a hard worker and deserve a job is a-okay in my book. I’m sitting by a radio, and I have heard some horrifying things on it. First, Hillary Duff’s Island Adventure Birthday Crap…NO! Oh my God, No. Second, the new Clay Aiken song is so creepy. I have a feeling, though, that it’s going to become one of those songs that people “love,” even though they have no idea what it’s about. Like “I’ll Be Watching You” by the Police. That is not a love song! It’s a stalker song. Clay’s song is along those same lines. “If I were invisible, if I could just watch you in your room.” EW! Stalker. I think it’s total crap that Clay’s album is coming out before Ruben’s. What is the point of winning American Idol if you don’t even get to have the first album? So stupid. Okay, now I am sitting at a computer. I just looked at some of my search phrases. I think I’m missing something…people are getting to this website by doing a search for “Britney Spears Seafood Dinner.” Is that some sort of slang term that I haven’t heard about yet? And, where did I talk about something like that? I’m pretty sure I didn’t. Weird. On to more important things…I had a nice weekend. I went to the Dodger game on Friday with Mike, Leslie, and Matt. We had a lot of fun, even though the Dodgers lost (to Mike’s delight, that communist). On Saturday I went shopping, then Mike and I went to a movie (Anything Else, and I’m sure I’m not the first person to make this joke, but go see anything else instead of that movie), and then we grabbed sushi before we headed to the Neil Young concert at Irvine Meadows (or whatever corporate name it has today). That was great, even though the person behind me spilled their drink and didn’t tell me. I discovered the spillage when I adjusted my blanket and discovered it was wet…along with my purse and shoes. I’m sorry, but don’t you usually tell the person in front of you when you spill? Or am I the only one with manners anymore? On Sunday I went surfing with Jackie…and man, I am still sore from it. I did some furious paddling. Not a lot of wave catching, though. Now that it’s getting later in the year, the waves are getting a little too big for me. Then, Jackie, Mike, my parents, and I all went out for brunch. Later that night we watched the Emmys – yawn – then passed out. A nice, fun weekend. As far as my job goes…well, I don’t know. I haven’t heard from HR STILL, so I am just flying under the radar, trying to not have panic attacks and not being very successful at not having them. Deep breaths, deep breaths. As soon as I know anything, I will (after calling the appropriate people) post it here. Sigh.