I did exactly what I wanted to do today - I vegged out. I was up until 5am, and today, I didn't leave my bed until after 3pm. I had no work, I had no plans for myself. I didn't schedule a thing for myself to do, and I don't plan on doing a single thing until I go out tonight to celebrate Katie's re-hiring at the place where she was laid off. Of course, I should work out, but I think working last night was equivalent to running six miles. I am worn out. Again, I don't think waitressing is hard to do, but it is hard work.

It's definitely gotten to the point where after 10 people ask me if I'm from the show and if I get that all the time, I answer flatly, "Yes." It was crazy busy, which is so great for me because I'm not bored and I'm making serious cash, and this girl was poking me while I was at the computer trying to remember and ring in a tall order of drinks. "Lori, LORI! This guy here doesn't believe it's you." I'm sorry, what am I supposed to do about it? It's not even like I've spoken to this girl before it, and I was so busy, I didn't have much time to hand him my IDs and my Real World Membership Card. I was holding onto my head with one hand (thinking I could squeeze out the memory of all the drinks just screamed out to me), the other hand covering my nose because some guy is smoking a cigar practically into my nostrils, and she's asking me to prove my existence to this unbelievably wasted guy standing beside her whose eyes are rolling in the back of his head. "I don't really know what to tell you," I say to the girl, trying to pop out the one drink I just can't seem to remember. That's when I get to overhear someone say that I'm rude. Well, you can't please them all. A group of people who are paying me to get them drinks don't give a flying fuck what I did two years ago, and since THEY'RE handing me the cash, THEY are the only one's I have the time to smile to right now.

Being busy is fun. I like it like that. Stupid mistakes happen, the waitresses are all bitching, people are knocking me over - and somehow, I kind of like it. I can see myself really not enjoying it on the wrong day, but last night, I was feeling really good, and luckily, my wallet was just as happy by the end of the night. I'm determined to not spend too much tonight though. I'm all about NOT spending money unless very very necessary. However, I haven't been drunk in a while, I think tonight is a good night to do so, especially since the bar is walking distance and I don't have to worry about driving or paying for cabs.

I've decided to listen to more classical music. I think I like the TV on because I like having sound. I think silence can be too deafening, and though I like to think it would be relaxing, I think it creates an environment where my thoughts are then too loud. Classical music is supposed to put you mind into order, to help you concentrate. Though I took a course of symphonies and a separate course on the life and works of Beethoven, one would think I would know all I need to know about it; however, I have forgotten absolutely everything, and I don't even know what I want to download. If I had those notes I took, I bet I would remember everything I liked and didn't like. Either way, I'm currently listening to a piano concerto - Mozart's Fantasia in D minor, and I'm enjoying it, but I would prefer some string quartets. Nothing beats a good string quartet. The best.

I need to clean my room and read. I have a few hours before I force my friends to have Chocolate Cake shots and martinis, so I want to use the time wisely. Maybe I can do some Yoga too. I would like to lift though. Maybe I can go to the gym. It's usually empty enough on Saturday evenings. Lifting is so fun.

Gossip - well, I think this whole situation with money, back-stabbing, and so on and so forth is slowing down. One person says they're over it and above it, another says there are too many lies, another says this, another says that, and then there are legal action rumors going around, and I have to say, I'm sorry to be a part of it all. I'm WAY too involved for someone who only plays the role of a gossip.

I'm excited for next episode. It's fun to see all these things happen that were happening all around me without my knowing. For example - Ayanna and David? What the hell is that all about? I don't know ANYTHING about it, and I can't even believe it slipped past me. Yeah, there were a lot of people and I wasn't involved in a lot of drama, but there isn't much else to do but discuss what drama is indeed going on, so how did I not even know about a romance in my very home? Home? Felt more like a prison. A very beautiful prison.

I think my fish hate me.
I eat too much beef jerky.
My house is very, very cold.

Weather.com is my favorite place. It's completely inaccurate, and I would LOVE to be paid to say shit like, "Um...it may rain tomorrow, I think, but I'm not sure. Like a...I don't know, 40% chance? Well, clouds are moving that way anyway, so it totally could rain if you think about it." And if it doesn't rain, I'm not fired or paid any less. What the hell is that bullshit? I mean, don't you think that we should NOT stand for the inaccuracy of these people? It's the job to predict the weather. I'm not saying it's easy, and of course they're not psychics, but they really suck at this shit. It's not like this is a new science or anything. I think they predicted the weather better in the 1800s than they do now because they used nature - like leaves turning over, or the behavior of insects and animals, or the color of the clouds to make predictions. Now, they have a digital map and some unnecessarily hyper asshole jumping around the camera talking about what the golf conditions MAY be in ten days. Example - a week or two ago, people were freaking out as the prediction for 10 inches of snow came in. It rained a little. What the fuck is that about? Anyway, Thursday 1/16 is predicted to have a high temperature of 18, low of 6. SIX!!! As I've told my friend Casey, any temperature that is only one syllable is bad.

Oh, I'm working Monday - you know, during the staff party with the open bar? It's a blatant statement of "don't come to the party" and if they think they're going to avoid frequent sarcasm in result of it, they're kidding themselves. (Sarcasm runs rampant in a place owned and run by Irishmen off the boat, so understand that they respond best to it.)

Okay, now I have an appreciation for football. I learned the basics, it's a fun and complicated sport. I really like it if it's a team I could care about, like BC or maybe the Patriots. However, football is not the sole source of happiness for me, and I think I should be able to find a place in Boston that I could to with my friends and NOT have football forced down my throat. I mean, I want to go get a drink with my friends, but I don't want to hear football, and more importantly - hear screams from the overzealous fans all around me. I want a bar that has no TVs, if possible. I mean, if I wanted to watch TV, I'd stay home, not go out. In fact, the point of my going out is to NOT watch TV. Like when I went to my favorite cafe to finally get some reading in and Lifetime was on full blast so that I couldn't even concentrate. Now, I'm the biggest TV fan in the world, but it's just out of control how unavoidable it is. I need a log cabin.

Okay, I need to get away from my computer screen, clean my damn room already, and read. I'm feeling antsy.

Maybe I'll write when I'm wasted later. No, not wasted. Just drunk would be good. I do have to work tomorrow night.