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We were out until almost midnight tonight! Almost like we have a life or something! We ended up meeting J&A at a bookstore, heading off to an overpriced Italian chain restaraunt (Carrabas) that we will not be frequenting again if we can help it. (My aunt kept talking about how someone she knew raved about their fettuccine alfredo. It was just the best they'd ever eaten. I am somewhat of a fettuccine connoisseur, and I'll just say this--I have never once had a fettuccine that I couldn't eat. Until tonight.) We followed up with coffee at Starbucks. As it turns out, I don't like frappucinos, either, or maybe I was just having a particularly picky evening, but I certainly didn't enjoy the food products today. Seriously, my best meal of the day was my Corn Pops this morning, and they didn't cost me $35. Actually, I'm really happy that I didn't like the frappucino. I have long been afraid that the iced coffee drinks could be a weakness of mine, since I've always had a soft spot for coffee ice cream (ha! soft spot! ice cream! or maybe that's only funny to the me.) But, anyway, regardless of the food, we had a good time. I went all out for the occasion and wore my sexy shoes, which happen to be the ones I wore the first time M and I met. I am a wuss when it comes to footwear, so I tend to eschew the whole uncomfortable shoe thing whenever possible. These are not really sexy in appearance but in the feel of them. It's hard to explain. I was laughing earlier tonight because I was thinking of a certain pair of shorts that I bought when in college, and how everyone made fun of me for paying so much for them when there wasn't that much of them, period. Actually, I probably shouldn't tell this story, it is inappropriate in a public forum. Don't you hate it when people say that kind of thing? It just makes you want to shake them and tell them to spit it out. I just typed up instead of out, and that made me think of a baby spitting up and why you would want to tell them to do so. Seems to be an idea with limited merit. Speaking of limited merit, reality television? What exactly is the point? I just don't get most people's television fixations. I've been reading a lot of random (read: probably will never read again, not necessarily because I didn't like them but because I was just randomly clicking and didn't save any links and yes, some of them I didn't like) blogs lately and plenty of people like to talk about what television shows they watch. Which I guess is fine.. I don't really bother reading them because I don't really get television that much, but it just struck me how little TV I care about. I used to make a point of watching Friends, but now it's off the air, and the new episodes of Good Eats (the only other weekly show I watched) comes on too late to stay up for, so I really just kind of listen to FoodTV and watch bits and pieces of my soap opera. But reality television? Like I was saying. Limited merit. I have never been able to understand it, and actually, the main thing is that I don't want to watch it because it reminds me so strongly of the Arnold movie, The Running Man. It's creepy. And don't even get me started about The Apprentice, which offends me greatly on general principle. Also, dude, get a haircut. Although now it's gonna be Martha Stewart, and I don't dislike her, at least. But still. I also don't understand people who care about celebrities. I mean, I don't care what people like to read about or whatever, and if they're interested in Brad and Angelina and Jennifer, hey, no big concern of mine. I just don't CARE enough. I only barely worked up the interest to vaguely ridicule Tom Cruise. But then, I've rarely had the urge to meet famous people, even ones I like, so maybe that's why. geez, i wish my eye would stop twitching. It's really annoying. Probably almost as annoying as people who ramble on, stream-of-consciousness style, right? But, here's the thing--women think like spaghetti, men think like waffles. And that, dear ones, is what our evening was like--full of unusual connections. I mean, anytime someone says "Speaking of..." and follows it up with "shit monkeys" or "nipples" or "people who forget to wear clothes"... you know you're in good company.