Okay first it was I Can Has Cheezburger?, now its Cute Overload. But really, is this not absolutely adorable?

Plus, bebeh stingray!

Go to http://www.careercruising.com/. Put in Username: nycareers, Password: landmark. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions. Post the top ten results on your own blog or journal.

And here's my top ten. Amusing, no?

1. Computer Support Person
   
2. Database Developer
   
3. Web Developer
   
4. Business Systems Analyst
   
5. Archaeologist
   
6. Veterinary Technician
   
7. Film Processor
   
8. Office Machine Repairer
   
9. Cable Installer and Repairer
   
10. Electronics Assembler

My eczema is acting up and Im like a dog with fleas. My major issue is that I cut all my nails off (you would think that was silly) so Im constantly going around looking for something sharp with which to scratch myself with. My favorite is the cover from the battery part of the television remote, but I'll resort to anything really (scissors, combs, even bottle caps). Right now I may be bleeding, but the itch is temporarily gone. I think even the sound of the scraping against my skin is soothing, at least for a few minutes before the cycle starts all over again.

I didnt realize how drunk I was last night until I hit the peak of my hangover today. I started out alright, (I just didnt want to wake up), as usual my head was fine, and my stomach wasnt sick I was just sluggish overall. I went up and cooked myself my usual next day breakfast (fried eggs and bacon and chocolate milk), and somewhere along the way my muscles started aching and despite filling the tub after my shower and having a bath, I spent the rest of the afternoon and part of the evening feeling like I had been hit by a truck. I have no idea why my muscles hurt after drinking but every single time I spend the better part of the following day feeling like I've been run over. Combine that with the general crankiness and whining, and you can imagine how pleasant I was. Needless to say I stayed in my room for most of that.

I probably shouldnt complain about hangovers since I could have been vomiting or something, especially where I may be drinking again next weekend with highschool friends of his. I'd be okay with not not going out, but on the other hand I really want to see if I can manage to get myself hammered since I havent been that drunk in a very long time. I think the last I heard, plans were to start drinking at one girl's apartment and then move to the same bar we went to last night (you know, in case anyone is interested in stalking me), and I hope the band is just as mediocre. Although I doubt I could have as fun a time as I have with my girls, it would be interesting to see how he and I act at a bar this time around*. We shall see how that goes. And, if nothing transpires then the next time I drink is at the wedding and I dont think anybody is looking to get overly drunk, since we dont need alcohol to make fools out of ourselves. Nineteen days really isnt that far away.

*Yes I compare everything now to the same or similar scenarios from our previous relationship. Its how I can tell that he's not the same guy I dated then. In my head its what I need to do to keep myself from taking it for granted. I mean, its not like Im always holding things over his head, but I think he knows he'll always have to live up to what came before. Afterall, if you dont learn from the past it will only repeat itself, right?

And all of a sudden the bachelorette is over, and the wedding is three weeks away. As scary as that is, we had a great time last night. Poor Corrine was terrified of what we were going to do to her since every time she asked what was going on we'd tell her something ridiculous like to make sure she brought her health card and a helmet. That part was kinda fun, I mean she should have known better than to think we'd actually let her in on what was going on. It did give us a chance to mess with her head though, which is always fun.

The only downfall of my evening was when I nearly died on a Jello shooter (Jello doesnt belong down your windpipe), but after I threw that up I kept drinking and all was well. I had the most delicious drinks too, Amanda had gotten mango flavored Malibu rum, and while I've never been a rum drinker, this stuff mixed with 7UP pleased my mouth a whole lot. (The Jello incident came after that) At the bar, Jill and Amanda knew one of the bartenders and Jill told him just to make her a drink, so he mixed random liquor with pineapple juice and grenadine and it was the most delicious drink I've had since discovering Killer Kool-Aid at the Event. Anywho, this new fantastic drink was called a Fuck Me Upside Down, so not only was it delicious but it was fun to order too. In the end I had a good buzz on, but I wasnt really drunk. I havent been able to get really drunk since sometime last December which makes me sad.

There are a LOT of photos of Corrine doing dirty things with balloons, and a blow up man which probably wont make it to Facebook, but now that the idea is in your head you can use your own imagination.

A day is made awesome when you go into your closet, pull out a pair of pants you havent worn in a couple of years, and they're baggy and hanging off of you rather than being snug like they were the last time you wore them. And, to think, I dont believe people when they tell me I lost weight. A fair amount of weight, by the way these pants are fitting me, hooray for me. Granted, I should have figured that out on my own when the dress I got for Corrine's wedding is only a size L and fits me fine.

Because I wasnt sick enough over the past couple of months, yesterday and today my body decides its going to go ahead and get a cold. Only, technically im not sick yet. The only reason I know that Im getting sick is because I've been so friggin cold the past two days that my muscles ache. Im not just talking slight aches, I mean I can hardly move because my hips/back/shoulders/neck are so sore. This is combined with me shaking because Im so cold. It was so bad tonight that I spent an hour in the bathtub and then got out and put on my cozy flannel winter jammies, and crawled in between my comfy fleece bedsheets with the electric heating pad under my back and my laptop on my lap. I did take two Advil Cold & Sinus, and two extra strength Ibuprofen, and Im feeling alright now except for my neck still being slightly sore, but that should go away once I finally get to sleep.

I wish I would just get sick and get it over with, I hate feeling like this because I get so friggin whiney and cranky. I spent half the day today on the brink of tears for no real reason other than that I felt like shit. Although my brother was nice enough to tell me this afternoon to go back to bed and that he'd take care of supper. He even gave me the heating pad to take downstairs with me. I ended up going back upstairs and helping with supper anyway, but it was nice of him to spend a vacation day doing housework. Especially since he doesnt do anything any other time.

Im not so cold now, so I changed out of my flannels and into summer jammies, but Im keeping the heating pad on low and in the bed with me even though I dont actually sleep on my back. It'll keep my hips from getting sore overnight once the medication wears off.

On another note, Corrine's wedding is a month from today, and her bachelorette party is a very scary week and half away. Time is going by crazy fast, and Im getting all nervous despite not actually being the person getting married. That's me and my empathy again.

I shall sleep now.

Sometimes Im more stuck up than I give myself credit for. Maybe its because I generally just do my own thing, so when I see people jumping on bandwagons I tend to roll my eyes. Ahh well.

In other news, there was a murder yesterday that I had heard about, but was told by my friend tonight that it happened two houses up the road from where he lives. Im sure glad I dont live in the ghetto.