Time for a weblog summer vacation, for at least the next few days, or couple of weeks, or even few weeks, unless something entirely exciting or entertaining happens that I want to share. Not in a blogging mood right now, not a ton going on -- working, getting ready to start grad school, all in all I am pretty boring right now. ;)
I had this really, really bizarre dream last night, that I was on The Bachelor. Only it wasn't me as I physically exist, it was somebody else (still blond, though?) who was the "I" of the dream. And for some reason, Andrew Firestone was back as the Bachelor (maybe this was inspired by hearing that Jen Schefft is the next Bachelorette), only it wasn't really Andrew Firestone at all, but some kind of Andrew Firestone/Dean Cain mix of a guy. Ugh. I think maybe that part came as a result of seeing commercials for a new TV show Dean Cain is on, The Clubhouse or something like that. As much as I had a thing for Dean Cain as a young teenager, the man just skeeves me out now. Ugh.
Adding to the strangeness of this dream, "I" kept having to leave every once in awhile because it was early September and I had classes (LOL) and same with one of the other women. And? There were no rose ceremonies. No Chris Harrison to be found. Also, I think my friend Lisa was there at one point, but not as one of the women. Bizarre.
Note to self: no more peach pie before bed.
Now, something that most of you reading do not know is that back in January, on a dare from a few people, I applied to be on The Bachelor. Which is actually kind of funny, because for a couple of weeks around that time, I got into this "I really, really don't want to date anyone right now" frame of mind, and so never called back this seemingly great guy I'd met at a friend's housewarming party who'd asked me out. Yeah, I'm kind of an idiot sometimes. Anyway, they had just started accepting applications from Canadians for the first time, and I was dared, so I applied. The initial application involved filling out a questionnaire (including a question like "Why do you think you should be on The Bachelor?" or something to that effect), and including a photo. Wouldn't you know it, very soon after, I received an e-mail (and I think phone call as well, judging from caller I.D., but I wasn't home) from the casting department of The Bachelor, asking me to send them a video, to complete a longer questionnaire, and to include two more photos, and to get it in the mail ASAP -- by the end of that week.
They had already cast and were about to start filming the Jesse Palmer season at that time, so it was an application for the one that is filming right now, The Bachelor 6. Which? As it turns out is a blessing I never heard back about, one reason being that when they did finally cast the Bachelors (yes, plural this time), they'd decided to go for "older" (thinking older might mean an actual lasting relationship, apparently -- good luck) and they're both in their 40s, and women in their late 20s and 30s are the bachelorettes. Good thing. I have my limits. And? At the moment, I think guys are insane. You know, if you haven't caught that from my posts recently. I have my reasons!
And now, back to what I was doing, which was drinking coffee and reading Michel Foucault's The History of Sexuality, Volume I: An Introduction. It's pretty interesting. I'm reading it for one of the courses I'm taking in the fall. All registered now... five weeks left of summer, and lots of reading to do.
This morning I arrived at work to find that my boss had post-it-noted and duct-taped my office before leaving for holidays on Friday. My manager tells me she was quite gleeful about it. :) If I'd been thinking (read: had a little more coffee before I got there this a.m.) I would have grabbed the digital camera from my boss' office and taken a picture to show you all. Instead, I'll try to describe it.
First, because they'd cleaned the carpets this weekend, we'd had to put things like our chairs on our desks before going home on Friday. This meant that my computer chair and visitor's chair were both duct-taped to my desk. Two of my drawers were duct-taped shut along with one of the overhead cabinets, and my keyboard and mouse were duct-taped to their tray. My coffee mug was duct-taped to the desk, and my telephone receiver was duct-taped down, as well as the part underneath that lifts up to let you answer or use the phone.
My headphones were wound around my beanbag frog's neck -- the poor thing was suffering some strangulation!
Now add to this vision, desk-to-wall-to-garbage-can-to-overhead-cabinets-to-other-cabinet post-it notes, and that was what I was faced with before even turning on my computer.
It was pretty funny, actually. :) And at least she left the keys on my keyboard intact, and didn't pop them all off and re-arrange them.
