If you don't know me by now...

It's been a while since I've written anything, reason being that I have not had a moment to breathe at work much less write a witty diatribe on my life. I flatter myself, don't I? Witty? Let's just call it a self-indulgent online diary and leave it at that.

So this weekend was interesting. I started off Friday night w/ a little karaoke at Peppermint Studios, a place that has karaoke rooms a la "Lost in Translation." If you care, the songs performed by yours truly were as follows:
1. Bonnie Tyler "Holding out for a Hero" (they didn't have "Total Eclipse of the Heart"...hard to believe, right?)
2. Simply Red "If You Don't Know Me by Now" (David Brent did it better, especially since I couldn't quite master the half singing/half talking lyrics)
3. ? "Ballroom Blitz" (I want to say Tia Carrere, but that was only in "Wayne's World")
4. Motley Crue "Home Sweet Home" (this was a duet w/ Randy...except halfway through he took the mike and got up on the table, leaving me awkwardly swaying back and forth beside the tv screen)
One thing I realized after Friday night- I want to make karoke videos for a living. They're so effing bad you can't help but love them. And maybe it's just me, but everyone in the videos looks like some 1980's Degrassi reject. I don't think it's just me. But seriously, I wonder if they actually get together and say, "Hey guys, let's make this awesome video for "Holding out for a Hero"...we'll have Heather dance around in a leotard and Tiffany, you should walk down the beach and look out into the ocean."

And now to Saturday...that night I went to two bday parties (two...can you believe it? I'm so popular) and ended up...surprise!...getting wasted. Against all my intentions of NOT flavoring myself beyond redemption, I not only drank my weight in alcohol, but also ended up making out w/ some random guy. I would be happy about this, seeing as how I've had a dry spell for, ummm...forever, but I think I might be past the point of enjoying the random hook-up (am I maturing?). Or maybe it's the fact that on the way home, I realized he was so goddamn annoying I wanted to kick him out of the car, but wasn't quite sure how to go about that. So...we're making out and the entire time, it's like a voice over is playing in my head. I'm thinking of everything except kissing this guy. I'm 1) embarassed b/c my friends saw that I picked up Timmy the retarded 4th grader (and were actually the ones that drove us back to my place), 2) embarassed b/c I'm having to fake enjoying myself which just comes out as a series of moans that sound really weird , and 3) embarassed b/c at one point I actually thought "What do I want for lunch tomorrow?" So there you have it. Yesterday I was really depressed about all of this, but today I'm finding it kind of funny. Oh, and b/c of my Saturday night exploits, I was too hungover to play in the dodgeball tournament on Sunday. I think that's actually what's making me depressed. But I did make it to watch the Oscars. And was happy w/ the winners. Although some disagree, "Million Dollar Babby" was the best picture of the year. I can almost cry right now just thinking about it.

And now I have to work.
R.