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I feel bad that I haven't updated this blog in such a long time. I've been wanting to, but I just started school and I'm getting into the swing of it. In fact, I should be doing homework right now, but I've been procrastinating on the internet so much that I may as well be somewhat productive and post something. Since I don't have anything specific to write about, I'll just do a general brain dump:

- I was going to write about Snowmaggedon last week, but blogspot ate my post. Bad blogspot! Now everyone is mostly over it and the snow is slowly melting in the warmer weather. I was very excited about the melting snow till last night when I realized that puddles of water turn into black ice as soon as the sun goes down. I skidded my way home. Know what I miss most about warm weather? Not having to think so hard about walking, you just put one foot in front of the other, and off you go!

- Yesterday was Valentines Day. Blah. I'm not one of those people who haaaaaates V-Day. Mostly I agree with this much more interesting blog post from the oatmeal. I'm blah because Trench and I didn't get any days off together this weekend and we were both too tired to do much last night, so we just ordered thai food, watched some shows on hulu and went to bed like any other Monday. We do have tomorrow off together, at least until I go to class at 5:30, so that's something.

- I've been part time at my job for almost two months now, and I'm loving it. Work related problems and annoyances that used to really get to me are just sliding off of me right now. Maybe this is the secret to work satisfaction...cut down the amount that you're working. If not cut down, then maybe consolidate? Trench works four 10-hour days and never stresses too hard about work. Granted, Trench doesn't stress too hard about anything, but I think a lot of people would choose longer work days for more days off.

- A few girlfriends and I got together last week and celebrated V-Day by watching the sing-along option on the Mamma Mia dvd. Is this a good movie? Hell to the no. Is it super cheesy and fun? Of course it is. Most of us knew the songs that were covered by Erasure on "Abba-esque", then downloaded it the next day on itunes. We also fell in love with an elderflower tea flavored vodka. We tried getting way too fancy with it at first, making martinis (mar-TEA-ni) with lemon juice and honey on the rim, then we discovered that mixing it with good old fashioned cranberry juice worked well enough. What is it about cranberry juice that makes it tart and undrinkable by itself, but delicious with any type of vodka? I drank three strong glasses, and didn't have a hangover the next day, so I've decided it must be healthy.

- There are these two fancy light fixtures in our condo that are very pretty, but need these spotlight bulbs that are expensive and burn out very quickly. When any in the living room burn out, the room gets so dim that reading is impossible. We've decided new light fixtures that are pretty, but require less fussy bulbs are on the agenda. Trench and I have a very grandiose decor style, so I don't think it will be as easy as making a trip to Home Depot. The hunt is on!

Waving to Jackie O

It started when Trench informed me that we have met Taylor Swift. I have no recollection of this whatsoever. It's true that in 2007 Trench and I went on vacation to Toronto with a friend of ours who went to the Taylor Swift show and interviewed her. We didn't go with. We dropped him and the car off in the parking lot of the auditorium, then walked downtown until we found a restaurant, and Interviewer Friend met us up after the show. Trench has a mind like a steel trap, though, so for awhile I was like, "Wow, I met Taylor Swift and don't remember it at all." (I'm fairly certain that's the impression Taylor Swift would have on me.) Finally I asked Interviewer Friend if he introduced us to Taylor Swift and he replied that he introduced us to her music, but not to her. Trench was adamant that when we dropped Interviewer Friend off, there was a van and a blonde girl was in it and we chatted with her for a bit. I'm just as adamant that this never happened. Interviewer Friend backs me up. Trench laughed and recalled a story on NPR about a husband telling the story about Jackie Onassis Kennedy waving to his wife on a street in New York, and his wife waves back till she realizes that Jackie O is just hailing a cab. The husband remembers everything about this story in great detail, but the wife insists that he wasn't even there, she was by herself.

I thought this was just a one time thing, but then it happened again. Trench started telling a story about the time we went to see Dancer In the Dark and how depressing it was, and after it was over we ran into a friend of ours who had taken a bunch of shrooms before the movie because he thought it was going to be a happy musical starring Bjork.

"Wait!" I stopped him. "That didn't happen to us. That happened to our friend, Mouse."

"No," Trench insisted. "I remember it. He was wearing those giant raver pants and a shiny shirt." (This was '00 people, ravers wore that stuff.)

"That's not our story!" I insisted right back, and texted Mouse, who replied that that indeed happened to her, and that she was with her ex-boyfriend. This has not convinced Trench otherwise. He still thinks we met Taylor Swift too.

Last week we were in New Orleans and we started telling a story to our traveling companions about something that happened to us our first trip there, ten years ago. It was our very first vacation together and one night we decided to go get tarot card readings. I went to this famous tea house first, and the reading was meh. Trench went to an occult bookstore, and he liked his reading, but it was mostly him and the tarot card guy talking about Alastair Crowley, so I don't think it was a reading so much as two geeks talking. Then there was this 19 year old indie kid who was standing outside some touristy store on Bourbon Street who told us he'd do a reading. And this was the real deal. He read our cards and our palms, getting detailed enough to say things like, "Okay, I can see that you have lower back problems, so make sure you're doing yoga." However, the best part was after he finished reading Trench's cards, I shuffled the deck and he laid out the cards for my reading, did a double take and said, "Whoa, dude, you have to look at this! It's the exact same cards except in different places!" It was a defining moment in our young relationship, where we knew, "Yep, this is it."

Until Trench mentioned that the kid had long blonde hair. I clearly remember him as having short, messy dark hair.

I tried so hard to brush it aside...it's just hair color, we both remember everything else the same way. But WTF! Blonde hair? Trench even described him as "elfin." So Legolas did our card readings? I remember him as Orlando Bloom without the wig. Am I the crazy one? Maybe I really have met Taylor Swift and saw a shrooming friend after Dancer In the Dark and had my tarot cards read by Legolas? Even scarier...have we officially become that couple who bickers over the small details of stories that happened years ago? I'm afraid the answer is yes. In the end, does it really matter if one of us or both of us waved to Jackie O as long as the story ends the same? Probably not.

But that tarot kid totally had dark hair.