Last night I was all, "I'll get up semi-early around 11ish and work out for a bit."

The reality: I woke up and forced myself out of bed at 12 and then ate cocoa puffs.

Yesterday a telemarketer called but I had already said hello...so that kinda ruined the whole breathing heavy thing. Really is a shame cuz I would really like to do that. David Letterman was talking about them the same day I wrote about that and he was saying to pretend that you think you won a big screen tv and say how excited you are and you knew you would win, that way they feel bad when they say no no you didnt win anything. You could be all depressed and hang up, or they wont even try to sell you anything cuz they feel bad. If they do still try, then it is my medical opinion that they are mean people with no hearts.

Yesterday while at the Ben Folds concert which was AMAZING. 3rd time seeing him and it was so worth the 40 bucks. But before he came out I was putting my feet up on the seats ahead of me and then I would wedge my feet inbetween the two seats. At some point I stretched them out by the floor you know just leaning back n such. Next thing I know I have this purple sticky crap on my sneakers. I'm all, what the F?! I have no clue where it came from but it totally invaded my personal space and sabotaged my sneakers. So not cool purple stuff.

I have been thinking about telemarketers lately. You see I know when they call because there is that 5 second delay and then somehoew they pronounce Evanson wrong, how that is possible? I dunno. So I feel bad being flat out mean to them because I mean it's their job and they probaby get a lot of mean people and hate their job and I dont wanna add to that. Now a problem arises. How do I get them to stop calling without resorting to anger? I have the answer. Next time one calls I really really want to pull this off.

This is what I want to do: Wait for them to start selling something and then start to yell at other people who arent really there. I have this situation in my head that I start yellin at my pretend raging ex-boyfriend who has come to the house to seek revenge since I denied him my love. This way I get to have a fake screaming match with myself. I get to be his voice and I'll pretend to struggle for the phone and ask if its that punk Tom. Then threaten "tom" on the other line, saying "you're dead pal, I know where you live." Then hang up. The telemarketer will be so confused and shocked they wont ever call back. But they will have a story to tell all their friends.

Another thing I could do is just not answer and breathe heavy into the phone. That would be easier to pull off then my planned out soap opera. I'd prefer to do that one with someone else so that way there could be overlapping yelling n such. Plus it will be so much more compelling.

Peace out.

I watched Back to the Future 2 tonight. That is such a great movie. I thought the future would have flying cars and plastic clothes and hover boards. I found out that takes place in 2015 so we still have time. But while we sat in my den and watched it there were many comments that it wasnt really the future, it was just the 80s version of what they thought was to come. Now that sounds obvious but all it really showed was the 80s with more plastic and rubber and metal clothes, still bright obnoxious colors, and attempts at advanced technology...top of the line graphics which was like bulky 3D stuff.

I think I failed at describing it. Just rent the movie, you'll know what I'm talking about.

yeah i have nothing else to really say. adios

After watching Fightclub I was thinking I would ask some of my friends the following, "What would you do if I slapped you in the face?" I asked this thinking if the answer was, "I'd slap you back," I would accept that consequence with a shrug and proceed to slap the crap outta their cheek. However, no one said they would slap back. Sudie was indifferent and Liz said she'd get boogers all over my hand cuz she has a cold. DRAT!

Later that night as I got out of Dave's car Sudie and me got into an all out fight. It was amazing. Liz and Dave sat in the car and watched as we struggled to knock each other to the ground into the snow. He got my hands a bunch of times but I got myself out of it until he wrapped my arms around myself and I hooked my foot behind his, locking his leg and falling back. Needless to say he broke my fall. I lost my hairband but it was worth it.

Oh yeah and the city rules! We went into the St.Patrick Cathedral and as we were walking around in total awe of the architecture there was this homeless man asleep in the pews (sp?). Sudie said, "picture."