Doesn't make a lot of sense, does it?

The morning didn't start to well, since I've been feeling kind of crappy since the whole sugar problem Tuesday, but today finished up really well.

I was intending to take a nap after Steven took off for classes, but Laura, who was far more tired than me convinced me to come out with her instead of napping right away. We were 187 kinds of cute today. She picked me up and we headed to Bed, Bath, and Beyond to check out china and silverware for my registry. We had waaaaaay too much fun playing with the scanner and squeeing about adorable sheets and things. We decided that if we were getting married, our registry would be done. I bought Steven bag clips and a thing of not delicious but cute Hello Kitty mints.

After that, we headed to Nantasket Beach to walk Dakota. The three of us walked down from the Red Parrot to almost the end and then started back, when Steven called. We convinced him to head out from UMB and meet us down at the beach. Laura and I walked back to the car and sat there with Dakota for a bit so she could warm up. Steven arrived, wearing his suit, and wanted to get a couple pictures of him on the beach in it (just like Richard Nixon). Laura took a bunch of adorable pictures of us and some funny ones of me bridezillaing. She'll be posting them soon, I think.

I started whining about how I was hungry, so Steven offered to feed us dinner. We picked the Red Parrot, since none of us had ever been there before, except my mom. The special also caught our eye: all you can eat prime rib and crab legs for $14.95. We ate a whole ton, were loud, and generally had a great time. We each had the equivalent of two crabs, plus the prime rib, veggies, and a potato. To quote Laura, we were full of crabby goodness. Then, as we were headed back to the car, we saw some of Steven's students who were all squee because they saw him at the beach, like a real person. It was glorious.

Laura went home to die and we came back here, where Steven died a little too. We watched some TV, and then Steven got his promised blowjob and I got me some really great sex. Then the Simpsons about the brothel was one. All in all, a great night.

Tomorrow, I'm going to do our taxes and make macaroons for Easter. We might also finish our registry and reserve our block of hotel rooms. I'm sleepy now.

Almost all registered at UMB. I need one more class and I should be able to do that on Tuesday, if not sooner. My new laptop battery arrived today and is charging (I'm using Steven's computer right now.) Dawn, Mike, and Brendan are here. Yay!

Today I came to the conclusion that when I get my breasts reduced, I will never, ever wear a bra except while working or working out.

Someday, I will have lots of updates. Until then, be amused by my lack of actual writing.

( Catholic Weddings )

After taunting our friend who's going into the priesthood the other day and making fun of Holy Matrimony, my place in hell is assured.

I also just want to point out how cool Laura is. She came over and brought me lunch and after, brought Mommy back, who brought me Coldstone Creamery. This is the second surgery that Laura has been around for.

When I had my wisdom teeth out, about 5 1/2 years ago, Laura ended up having her tongue pierced the same day. She ended up coming over and hanging out with me, eating mashed potatoes and ice cream with me. That's the mark of a true friend.

And yay for her Mommy for buying me Coldstone!

Everyone should go and tell Laura how awesome she is now. That is all... on to the quizzes.

This whole thing started out with me reading Bad Baby Names that I got from lisbonlovesjacq 's entry this morning. I messaged it to Laura. The following is a true conversation:

Laura : I like names with no vowels
Laura : but they have like 17 letters
Laura : :)
Samantha: excellent
Laura : or random spaces and caps
Samantha: De'Shaneeswa
Samantha: something like that?
Laura : that just makes me want to do a head-snap thingie  hehehe
Samantha: oh definitely
Samantha: it would work best with a little white baby
Laura : a small irish girl, complete with red hair and green eyes
Samantha: very much so
Laura : way too amusing
Samantha: "My fiance and I named our first born Cam'ron"
Laura : all I could think was Cinnamoroll for some reason when reading that
Samantha: and i looked at what you typed and though "clam roll"
Laura : HAHAHAHA
Laura : I seriously just cracked up, and then the phone rang, and I was trying so hard not to laugh
Samantha: if only it were the lady you said "Monkies!" too
Laura : oh god, I probably would have died
Laura : luckily it was one of sues friends
Samantha: you should print this conversation out for sue.
Laura : hehehe she'd be like "...the fuck?"
Samantha: or she'd laugh hysterically and give you a raise
Laura : hehe I'm so not that lucky
Samantha: i'm sorry.. i'm still up a few lines, snickering about clam roll
Samantha: Clam'Roll
Laura : heh me too
Samantha: i'm so glad no one's home
Laura : dis be mah boy, Clam'Roll..

I've been snickering about that ever since.

It's been a whole day since I updated! Go me!

It turned out to be a gorgeous week-end here. It's not snowing, like the evil weathermen said, and it may have reached 50 today. In fact, it's still like 38 now, which is practically a heatwave.

Saturday, we went into the city to have lunch with our friend, Kalen. We actually hired Kalen as a third key when we worked at Lids. She turned out to be a lot of fun to work with and, when she went back to college at BU after the summer, we kept in touch with her, mostly through instant messages and emails. Anyhow, the last time we had caught up was almost two years ago.

We met up at California Pizza Kitchen in the Pru and had a very nice lunch. I am recommending the Carne Asade pizza to anyone who likes fajitas. It was really fantastic. Anyhow, we caught up on her goings on (graduating, possibly moving out west, how we should hook up our respective boyfriends to watch sports together so we don't have to..), filled her in on our goings on (new apartment, eventual pending nuptials, Elliott..), and made tenative plans to have her and Wan, her boyfriend, over to our place and possibly to come see a baseball game with us before they move.

After that, Steven and I took a dull, bumpy, and somewhat chilly trek down Newbury Street to check out Kitty World, which was a huge disappointment. They had only one line of Chococat, tons of HK, no Japanese imports, and nothing San-X. I miss Kitty House so badly. We skipped Teavana because it was a damned zoo and if we had waited around, we would have had to pay $15 to park for the day instead of $8. Bah.

We went to my grandparents' today. They looked a little tired, but were in pretty good spirits. We ate dinner with them, made some plans for Easter, and brought them goodies. It was, all in all, a great way to spend the afternoon.

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We started cleaning our apartment yesterday. Our stupid super decided that they're going to do "yearly inspections" (which no one mentioned to us when we moved in) now instead of in June. Great. They also told us that they'd show up "sometime between 9am and 4pm" on the 29th. Um, no? I'm home all day and it's a pretty undisputed fact that I can't hear the door or the buzzer if I'm conked out from the painkillers in the bedroom. I am not cool with them just showing up and traisping through the apartment if I'm sleeping. In fact, I don't really want them in here without supervision. Sorry, I'm not that trusting. I also prefer that Steven and I both be here when they're over. We called and bitched a lot (I'm pretty sure it's in our lease that we have the right to insist on being present for inspections) and they are coming a day early, after 3pm, though I am going to make sure that Steven calls and reminds them again.

That's all right, though, because when they get here, we have a list of all the problems we have here, including the water damage from December that no one even came to look at, let alone fix. Our stove needs to be leveled out, we need a new bathroom light fixture (it's causing brand new bulbs to arc), we need a new fan (waiting on that since we moved in), and our bath tub needs to be fixed so it will actually drain (this is from when we moved in, too. We've tried Drain-O and it doesn't work.) There were a few other things, as well.

Plus, our upstairs neighbour is still being a giant ass. Tonight, he was bouncing a fucking basketball on the floor. I really wish he and the boyfriend (or whoever the fuck's up there) would just die.

We've got to do laundry tomorrow and I need to get to the doctor at ...some point... before Friday, since the beginning of next week will be a zoo. Steven's working Tuesday night and I'm going out with lauraxmarie to do something as yet undecided. We've got Elliott Saturday, so I think I'm hooking him up with some paper and having him make Easter cards.

Oh, and I think Steven's dad will be leaving the hospital tomorrow after a week's stay. I guess they're worried since he's developed some quasi-diabetic ulcerations on his legs along with the edaema. He spent the week-end because they were trying to tweak his meds. Steven's mother is still doing the fake nice shit where she pretends to remember I have a name that isn't she, her, or that girl you live with. I give it less than two weeks till she's back to her normal routine. In fact, she was back to calling a million times about the same thing today, so it may be less than two weeks.

I'm really tired now. I was watching Globe Trekker with Justine Shapiro (who is my favourite) and then I got into watching A Midsummer's Night Dream on IFC. I wish we got it in the bedroom, because I'd rather be in there watching it. If we had lots of money, I'd love to get a second digital box for the bedroom or when that TV goes, we'll get a digital ready TV or something.

Wow, this was really long. I'm going to bed now.

And, to a point, go my mum. She asked Steven what he wanted for his birthday and he said U2 tickets. In addition to those, she and Bruce surprised him with $50, my gramma and grampa send him $20, and I got him Duran Duran tickets, a vintage-look sign, and oral sex.

His rotten family got him nothing. Only two of them even sent cards. Boo to them. Even the ex-wife bought a card for Elliott to give him.

Anyhow, here's where the go me part comes in. U2 is playing 7 shows in Boston. As of right now, I believe they are all sold out. I didn't think U2 would sell out that many shows, but I'm digressing. I set up a couple pages and sat and refreshed until 10am. I was in by 10:01 and had tickets confirmed by 10:07. By 10:20, both shows were totally sold out and they released a third show, which also sold out in 10 minutes. Basically, we got damn lucky. We're seeing U2 on Oct. 3rd at 8pm at the Fleet Centre or whatever the christ they're calling it now.

Anyhow, now onto the portion where I give messages to other people on my friends list:

hips_and_quips: Glad Rob's okay after that accident. Tell him he should contest that ticket. I know how bad dirt roads are when they're snow covered. Sometimes the speed limit is "excessive speed".

metalchick1000: I've left this in your comments, but best wishes for you delivery. I absolutely love the name you picked out for your little girl.

livemockingbird: Congrats on your amazing weight loss.

krischica: We have a bunch of things to send you guys soon. I just need to type up a list so you guys can let me know what you want. Please nag me to do it, because I am terribly forgetful.

This concludes today's post. (Oh, and my friend found her wedding dress today. Yay for her!)

We're home for the snow day and have slept until damn near noon. So, now we're up, watching the news, and look at all our friends' away messages which are talking about digging out.

So, we're talking about one friend (who is a year or so older than me) and how his father is 70, so it makes sense said friend would be doing the shoveling.

I remark on how his father is older than mine, which is pretty unusual, considering I generally tend to have the oldest father of anyone I know, age related (he was 40 when I was born). So now Steven is trying to figure out if his father was as old as Chad.

He based it on the fact that Chad is a little bit older than me, which therefore meant Chad was his age.

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Steven and I are 9 years apart. Chad is 8 years younger than him. He forgot how old I was, completely. Not only that, but he lost his ability to add because, even if Chad was the same age as him, his father would still be 5 years older than Steven's.

One of the many reasons I love Steven...

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