the video game script i wrote got produced!

this is no ordinary video game. it's a game for your cell phone, so if u have one- u can start playing now! check out the link below or look for it (american popstar: road to celebrity) in your phone's game download area.

http://www.gameloft.com/product.php?product=384&product_name=American%20Popstar:%20Road%20to%20Celebrity

my new doggie named "frenchy"

she is an american cocker spaniel who i recently adopted from abandonded angels, inc. in new york city. she brings back a lot of good memories of my old cocker spaniel who was named yente and died while i was in college. frenchy is asleep here with mr. blue bear in her mouth. you can hardly tell but she's also wearing an e-collar to prevent her from licking the stitches from her spay surgery. isn't she super cute? i feel like i have a baby in the home.

i'm seriously pissed off right now

the world is sometimes quite bizarro. i recently came to the realization that adult life is f*cked. here's the thing: i have a number of friends (note: more than one or two) who are great, awesome people, each with their own set of skills and wonderful things to offer the world. but...none of them have good jobs. i went to decent schools and have worked at decent jobs- and these are friends from there, so... i'm not talking about dummies here. i'm starting to wonder: could it be that "normal" jobs don't exist for these people? i'm talking steady gigs- maybe with health insurance. jobs that might even make them happy. i'm flabberghasted by this notion...and can't spell flabberghasted. the whole subject angers me...it really does.
here are examples:
"nina"- awesome girl, passionate, dog lover, loyal, strong work ethic, bright, great personality, personable, etc. you get the picture.
"rhoda"- intelligent, thoughtful, strong work ethic, determined, focused, artsy and talented too, knows her shit.
"amy"- super smart, quiet, strong work ethic, diligent, keen eye for detail, talented writer.
"jim"- smart, strong work ethic, athletic, handy, detail-oriented, musically-inclined, business-minded, worldly, dependable, extremely loyal.
"archie" - smart, amazing writer, musician, artist, chef, soft-spoken, diligent, strong work ethic, loyal.
"chloe"- fun to be around, creative, smart, funny, likes to have a good time, dependable, strong work ethic, easy going, computer-skilled.
these are all great, solid people...looking for jobs and willing to work. why aren't there jobs out there for them? i mean, wtf? isn't this america? what does it take?

Cha-cha-changes...

Ok, so I haven't posted in a while. I've experimented with other blogging areas. Myspace was fun, but a lot of people hate to go there; it can be so annoying. Friendster is cool, but not everyone I know is on Friendster. Plus, I really hate the idea that someone else is reading this. I mean, I know it's public and it's on the web and all...but I'm not writing for anyone to read. I just need to get sh*t off my chest. I need a neutral blogging space. A chalk board outside of the classroom. A white board in the middle of nowhere. So back here I am.

I have 2 days left in Los Angeles. I've lived in L.A. for 5 years and after much contemplation, my boyfriend and I decided to return to NYC. We found a cute 'lil apt in Queens and we've been having small 'lil arguments about paint color ever since we signed the lease. The neighborhood is quaint, residential...even villagey. Lots of restaurants, all kinds of cuisine, coffee shops, a block away from the 7 train, close to Shea, 15-20 minutes into Manhattan. I'm actually feeling quite spoiled that I'll be living so close to a subway. Always wanted that. Always wanted a dishwasher too, but that's another dream for another time, I guess.

So here I am, 2 days left. My 9 different lists have now become 1 final list of 22 things I must get done. Go to bank. Pack. Clean apartment. Drop off cable box (but be sure to watch everything on DVR before doing so). Things of the utmost importance.

My mother and sister are drying me absolutely batty with their worry. They think I'm positively nuts for driving cross country. Their anxiety is rubbing off on me and I hate it.

The new job starts 10/10. Anxious and excited about that too.

I'm too exhausted to write more. I haven't been at a day job since 9/8 and yet I feel like I've been busier than ever. I feel like I'm producing a movie. I hate this feeling and I can't wait for it to be over.

I will try to post here daily during our cross country trip.

Oh and...if your name is Christine and you were shopping in American Eagle yesterday- you should really think about answering your friend when she calls out your name 50 million times behind a closed dressing room door. It can be painfully annoying to other customers and they might feel the need to shout, "Shut up already!" at any given moment.

Note to Boss, et al: If yer sick, stay home!

It has hit every single person in my department at work, except me and one other person. They all joke about how we're immune. Well, I can't stay immune if you come into work and breathe all over my desk with your germs, now...can I?

It starts with a stomach virus of sorts. The kind that makes you hug the toilet all night but you never barf. You know what I mean. So now, my "viral flu" as the doctor called it on Monday has turned into full-blown bronchitis. Fever, aches, ouchy eyes, burning nose, ears that clog and don't pop no matter how many times you try to fake a yawn. I've been sick since Saturday and with no T.V. in my bedroom- this darn computer was attached to my sickly...um, comforter. It was my best friend. Sewiously. Thank gosh for wireless internet. I got that hooked up just in time.

I ventured into work today only to find my friendly co-workers telling me to turn around and go home. "But I'm better!" I yelped. But, um, I wasn't. I left early. To pick up the Z-pak that my doctor finally called in after I pleaded with the Receptionist.

"Look, my whole office has had this and I really think I need antibiotics. It's not going away."
"Well, I can't deal with your whole office right now. I can only deal with you. List your symptoms."
"Um, since Monday, it has moved into my chest."
"What has?"
"Um...the siccccckkkkkness??????"

What do you think moved into my chest?!!! I'm SICK beetch! NOW CALL IN MY DRUGS!

Ok, so I didn't yell at her. But whatever. This stuff better friggin work.