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Thursday, December 30th, 2004
[Entry 249]
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i drew a line...

So I almost forgot to tell this crazy story.

Yesterday, at lunch, Laura and I were less than thrilled because we had this waitress we had had before and we were not crazy about her. She was really gruff and rude. When we paid our bill when we went there awhile back, she hovered over us and kept throwing her two sense in about how we should pay the bill. We were not happy with her at all. So anyway, we were blessed with her yesterday. Then as she hands us the check, she stops, looks at me, and says, "Have you come in here before with some other girl friends?" And I was like, "Yeah...?" And her face suddenly warps into some friendly smiling face and she exclaims, "Yeah! Yeah, I remember you! You look like that model!" And I look at her thinking, "Model? Are you on crack?" And she keeps trying to remember what "model" I look like and she exclaims, "YES! The New York and Company model! You look JUST like her!" I have no idea what she is talking about, and neither does Laura. Obviously warmed up to us, she asks, "So what are you girls doing for New Year's?" We both say, "Nothing" faster than you could ever imagine and then she goes on to tell us that her husband is taking her out, yada yada yada. Oh my gosh. Crazies! It was the craziest thing we had seen. Now it's driving me crazy...I'm trying to find New York and Company ads to see what the models look like...and so far I can only find one ad (the one that is sort-of featured on their website) and I look nothing like the three girls.

My life goes in spurts like that; I'll have a bunch of people come up to me and tell me I look like so-and-so (though I am proud to say the Alanis comparisons stopped when my hair went bye-bye). And months, even years will go by and no one will say a word to me. Another person at work can not help but tell everyone she thinks I look like Cynthia Nixon from Sex and the City. I don't see it at all. But whatever.

I went and had my tooth worked on today. My crown is temporarily cemented on my tooth. Which means I have to go back again...which I'm not crazy about...but since I have an unique situation, I have no other choice. The thing that sucked is that the heat at my mom's work decided not to work today...so it was like 60-some odd degrees in there. I had my teeth worked on with a blanket covering me...which was actually quite nice. Blanket and an iPod...and you're all set...it's all you need to be comfortable. Forget the fact that someone's prodding in your mouth...

Apparently my parents want to go to Canada to go to Costco. My mom asked if I wanted to go to look at glasses. I may or may not. After all, they may or may not go. I dunno... I've gotten two pairs of glasses at Costco (a pair of Jill Stuart frames and some random French brand) and while I liked them at the time I had them...everytime I see a picture of me wearing them, I cringe. I even tried all my old glasses on a couple of weeks ago...and I only felt alright with my current frames on. Perhaps I should quit being lazy and go on a quest to find a replacement pair. But that costs money and I don't wanna spend any money. Will someone hook me up with a pair of free glasses? Ok, thanks.

My grandma was getting her teeth cleaned while I was getting my crown worked on...so I took her back to our house. I gave her a bunch of movies to watch and threw in a Britney Spears and Backstreet Boys video. I asked her how she liked the videos and she said, "The singing was nice, but I really like that dancing with wolves movie." LOL, I sent over Dances With Wolves and obviously, she's a big fan. I sent her home with Titanic today. I'm sure she'll like that one. She's pretty much watched whatever is left of our VHS collection...minus like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Interview with the Vampire. I had to send her home with a bunch of action flicks she probably won't dig...like Speed and Die Hard.

Alright, I'm gonna shut up now and try to enjoy the rest of my day off.