tuesday, september 7, 1999

Here's what I don't understand, and I would ask you but I'm presuming that you are literate since you are, in fact, reading this journal, and as literate people you would not be in a position to answer this question. Suppose a producer from the Jerry Springer calls you up and tells you that your boyfriend/girlfriend/lover whoever wants to bring you on the show to tell you a secret. WHY on earth would you go? Even if they paid me, I don't know, five hundred bucks or something, I still wouldn't go. I would hang up and immediately call said boyfriend/girlfriend/lover whoever and break up with them, because they're undoubtedly doing something I wouldn't really want them to be doing. This is what makes me thing the whole thing is fixed. Ah, early September, and you know what that means. Tennis, tennis, it's all about tennis. Incredibly disappointed that Sampras had to bow out, as we were all looking forward to the All-American final with Agassi, who, by the way, is looking very good. (His tennis, that is.) Hooray for the Williams sisters, too. That would certainly be an interesting final. I am PMSing like you wouldn't believe. All I want to do is eat all the ice cream I can lay my hands on. A nice milkshake from the custard stand would be just about perfect right now. That's a bad thing, too. I just got pictures back from the weddings I was at last month, and am shocked to see how much weight I've gained this year. I don't look anything like that picture I had up before, and that makes me sad. I guess I just haven't been paying attention while I've been in law school. It's creeped up on me, for sure. I hate weight. And for God's sake, they have the Halloween candy out already. Candy isn't really my problem, though. My issues are more with fast food, take out, pizza... and ice cream. Things that are the easist to acquire are the things that are the deadliest. Maybe I don't want that milkshake after all. I think it's kind of funny how the whole millennium New Year's is becoming such a non-event. Everyone (myself included) has spent the last couple of years dreaming about doing something fabulous. Now we're three months and change away, and I know no one (myself included) who's doing anything different than they have any other year. Current plans are very similar to last year. I'm currently working on cover letters and resumes and will try to line up some interviews in Kansas City the first week of January. So of course, I'm going out there for the big Y2K. I've mentioned this before, but is anyone else concerned about what the new decade will be called? I'm all for "the aughts," but I don't know if it'll catch on. I may just have to jump on the poll bandwagon and set one up for this question. It's very important to me to know which name we should adopt. You know, I always say stuff like that and then I never do it. So don't be holding your breath for any millennium-name poll. If any of you pollster-type journalers want to do it, you have my blessing.