Julie might be the only other person who gets as excited about this as me
I found this awesome new Irish rock radio station online. Paddy Rock Radio. Check it out. My favorites from this week's playlist are "Pabst Blue Ribbon" and "Drunken Lazy Bastard."

Tea Lady
There's an adorable coffee and tea place across the street from the boy's place, and we stopped to get something to drink there yesterday morning. After I ordered a small English breakfast tea, Strawberry (really that's her name) was like, "Oh, you're the tea lady he always comes in here to get tea for! Don't you want Irish breakfast tea today?" She'd opened a box if Irish tea just for me! So I guess this makes me a regular. They know my drink and have a nickname for me. Does this mean I'm growing up? I'm a regular at somewhere besides a bar. Maybe not. They still know my name at Trinity, too.

I'm weak
I should not be allowed to go into Anthropologie unsupervised. I was killing time near Union Square before meeting up with the boy on Friday night, so I decided to just go in and look around. But then I saw this dress and fell head over heels for it. I knew instantly what shoes I'd wear it with. And wouldn't it look fabulous with that navy cardigan in my closet? It's just so me. It was way too much money, though. So I left. But by the next day, I decided I should at least go back and try it on. As soon as I got it on, I knew it was hopeless. I was hooked. I instantly had a million ways to justify spending the money. It's almost my birthday. It's really more of an investment because it's a dress I'll keep forever. And there's so many places I could wear it. I'm sure I'll have a wedding to wear it to sometime soon; my friends are getting to be that age. So, um, it's hanging in my closet now. Credit cards are such an enabler.

Weather is wack
Did I move to Texas and someone forgot to tell me? Because it has been freakishly nice in New York the past couple weeks. Nice enough that I didn't have to wear a coat outside the other weekend. Nice enough that it smells like April. It's January! Not that I really enjoy waiting for buses in the cold and the snow, but it's winter. It's how it's supposed to be.

Quote o' the day
I went to a screening of Akeelah and the Bee tonight. It was pretty good. But my favorite part was a quote they used.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same."

One of the Perks of Working in New Jersey
On the news last night, I heard that there were supposed to be gale force winds and nasty rain today. This morning, I looked out my window and saw the trees whipping around in all sorts of crazy ways. I even saw a small sign get ripped off the side of a building. So I bundled up in lots of layers and headed to the bus. But when I got outside, it was kind of warm, not that windy and just sprinkling. Oops. Guess I overreacted.

But then after some bad traffic, I got to the bus station and discovered that the bridge had been closed for almost an hour because of high winds and an accident. This meant a lot of waiting around in a bus station before things started running again and I could get to work. I was starting to wish I knew this would happen so I could have slept in longer. But then, after I finally got a seat on the bus, a girl I work with got a call that the power was out at the office, so they were sending everyone home. Score! I practially ran off the bus. It was like a snow day without the snow. How exciting is that? It almost makes up for the hour-and-a-half commute I usually have to deal with to get to Jersey. Well, not really. But it still made my day.

Pretending to be an adult
I filled out paperwork to open my very own investment account last week. This made me feel very grown-up and responsible until I got to the part asking for your net worth. Yeah, it's so small that even my father laughed at it when I called to make sure I had it right.

A Theory on New Year's
So I once heard that if you have a crappy New Year's Eve, you'll have a good year, and vice versa. I think it might be true.

The Proof:
New Year's 2004: kiss cute boy, kiss creepy boy, lose winter coat, bruise tail bone and puke in street
2004: fall in love, get fabulous new job
New Year's 2005: go out for nice dinner with friends, swing by a pre-party party in Manhattan, have blast at house party in Williamsburg, drink champaigne and dance, dance, dance
2005: heart break, mystery illnesses, a funeral

So what's going to happen in 2006? I think it's kind of a toss up. I had fun, but there were a few crappy parts.

New Year's Eve 2006: go to party in High Bridge, New Jersey (There's a reason you've never heard of it. It's almost in Pennsylvania.) with the boy, play drinking games, kiss the boy at midnight, sleep in my clothes on half of an uncomfortable couch, in morning discover purse is soaking wet with mystery liquid (It didn't smell like piss or alcohol, so I've convinced myself it was water.), drag hung-over self back to civilization
2006: Guess I'll just have to wait and see.

Word of the Day: Irresponsible
-I ate chocolate cake and an ice cream cone for lunch.
-I took a standing-room-only spot on a falling-apart dollar van across the George Washington Bridge in rush hour traffic. I sort of thought I was going to die.