Thanksgiving 2008

I haven't really been up to much.

My thanksgiving weekend was ho-hum. Highlights:

Wednesday night, I went to a party, some professional young people's event that cost me $10.99. Big mistake. One of the worst times I've had in a long time. Nightclub scene at 34 is not fun AT ALL. They were charging $5 for a coat check and $6 to park. Not a good look walking around a party with your coat in your hand. Needless to say I am advising everyone reading this 30+ to avoid their events like a plague.

Thanksgiving 2008

I haven't really been up to much.

My thanksgiving weekend was ho-hum. Highlights:

Wednesday night, I went to a party, some professional young people's event that cost me $10.99. Big mistake. One of the worst times I've had in a long time. Nightclub scene at 34 is not fun AT ALL. They were charging $5 for a coat check and $6 to park. Not a good look walking around a party with your coat in your hand. Needless to say I am advising everyone reading this  30+ to avoid their events like a plague.

Went to bed at 2am and woke up extra early on Thanksgiving morning to bake a cornish hen which turned out tasteless. The rest of the food which I made was just blah. Thanked God for a tumultuous albeit lonesome year. We were done eating at 4pm. Took a walk around the block to work off some of the food. Saw people having a better time than I did. Went to the movies, saw Transporter 3. Not very good, either.

Friday, woke up early. Again. Tried to catch these Cole Haan boots on sale at Dillard's. The price was still the same from before Black Friday. Dillard's only store in the United States not offering any Black Friday specials. Went shoe shopping at Neiman Marcus, oh joy, designer shoes on sale. Couldn't bring myself to paying $140 for a pair of Tory Burch red pumps. I am just stingy like that. 

Saturday, finally hit the gym for a 20 minutes tops. Losing one calorie working out is better than night, right? Went back to the mall. More joy, Saks Fifth Avenue had a half off sale on designer shoes. Spent an hour day dreaming and role playing with some Jimmy Choos and Miu Miu's. Still could not bring myself to splurging on any of them. I just have the spending blues I think or maybe it's that protracted conversation I had with the annoying folks at my credit card company that has got me rethinking my spending habits. 

Had dinner at Seasons 52 with me Ma. Mother enjoyed it more than I did. Food was not cooked for food enthusiasts more for diet enthusiasts. But I had a coupon from my good friends at AMEX so I can't complain too much.

Sunday. Living in hope that the UN will look at me with pity. Yes, I still hope and strive for that UN career. Realized I may have a crush on someone. What should I do?  

House Parties

Then, Saturday, had margaritas on the house courtesy of a tree lighting party thrown by my condo development. Good start to the evening. Went over to this "private mansion party" that was supposedly sponsored by a whole bunch of corporate sponsors but none of them could get us decent food or drinks even after we had paid $20 to get into this one.

I should have stuck to my guns when I said, do not attend events that you have to pay for. This one was almost as bad as the one I went to on the 1st except that one cost more, had fewer people, was in this god-awful venue and just sucked people-wise, etc. The people at this one were not a total waste. They were rather very interesting, stimulating conversation with professional people, some using that opportunity to network, some networking themselves like me, mixed crowd (meaning people of all races were almost evenly mixed) and fun people who were out there to have a good time.

Once again a plus, not for the introduction of prospects, but just for the chance to laugh, and hear yourself laugh at something utterly hilarious and heaving a sigh that says, "you know I am having a good time." It was not bad at all.

Netparty first-timer

I went out last weekend.

It was not a completely ho-hum weekend. It would have been kick-ass fun if the weather wasn't 30 below. Not a good look going out with jackets and looking for the coat check, and just trying to figure out what to wear that is warm inside but can adapt to it being cold outside. Some people don't even go out at all once it gets cold.

Friday night, I went to this NetParty networking event that they make you pay for. Not a good look. Everybody there was peddling their work and their company, I was there to peddle myself. And no one was having it. They couldn't be bothered.

"Oh, but my company does wonderful things for investment management."

"I'm sure you do...but are you single?"

I should have stayed at the restaurant I was at flirting with the cute husky California bartender. That was a much better look.

But I met up with some friends and we talked and once you have a good time with friends, it's not a total bust but as far as getting any new prospects. Busted.

Network thine one self

"Tell me life what you want from me...what can I do to make you better...what?"

I went out last weekend. It was not a completely ho-hum weekend. It would have been kick-ass fun if the weather wasn't 30 below. Not a good look going out with jackets and looking for the coat check, and just trying to figure out what to wear that is warm inside but can adapt to it being cold outside. Some people don't even go out at all once it gets cold.

Friday night, I went for this NetParty networking event that they make you pay for. Not a good look. Everybody there was peddling their work and their company, I was there to peddle myself. And no one was having it. They couldn't be bothered.

"Oh, but my company does wonderful things for investment management."
"I'm sure you do...but are you single?"

I should have stayed at the restaurant I was at flirting with the cute husky California bartender. That was a good look.



But I met up with some friends and we talked and once you have a good time with friends, it's not a total bust but as far as getting any new prospects. Busted.

Then, Saturday, had margaritas on the house courtesy of a tree lighting party thrown by my condo development. Good start to the evening. Went over to this "private mansion party" that was supposedly sponsored by a whole bunch of corporate sponsors but none of them could get us decent food or drinks even after we had paid $20 to get into this one.

I should have stuck to my guns when I said, do not attend events that you have to pay for. This one was almost as bad as the one I went to on the 1st except that one cost more, had fewer people, was in this god-awful venue and just sucked people-wise, etc. The people at this one were not a total waste. They were rather very interesting, stimulating conversation with professional people, some using that opportunity to network, some networking themselves like me, mixed crowd (meaning people of all races were almost evenly mixed) and fun people who were out there to have a good time.

Once again a plus, not for the introduction of prospects, but just for the chance to laugh, and hear yourself laugh at something utterly hilarious and heaving a sigh that says, "you know I am having a good time." It was not bad at all.

Still prospect-less but what else is new, aye?

why do you come to me?

I dreamt about "attorney" guy last night.

I know, I know. Him again.

Trust me I was just as shocked as you are reading this when I had it. Usually your dreams encompass what you have been thinking about, or the last movie you saw, or something very recent. My thoughts of him were not recent. None at all. So this came as a shock to me.

It was not a good dream too. I dreamt that he wanted to show me his latest squeeze, some floozy, very petite girl with the short shorts in the middle of the day. He brought her to my house (my house was more like a mansion in the dream with acres of land) to show her off. He broke in, woke me up and standing over my bed with a tight grip on Ms. Floozy, he started cursing at me. She, Ms. Floozy had to stop him from going all irate. He said how much better he is doing now, financially and otherwise with Ms. Floozy and how everything is just honky doory A-okay. I had just woken up, in the dream, so I was still as baffled as I am now just thinking about it. I kept saying, what is he on about, and how the fuck did he get in here, i.e. inside my expansive mansion. It was a stupid dream.

In between I asked for a redux, in the dream...I know. It gets weirder and no, I didn't drink yesterday. And in the redux I stopped him, the other me was standing behind him just before he woke me up to start his rant. And I said, "Before you start ranting, and I know what you are about to say, I just want to say one thing..." Ms. Floozy, surprisingly excused us to have our talk and then I began. I said, that surprisingly I don't hate him 100%, I hate him 90%, so there's still a 10%chance inside me that still likes him and that 10% feels that we can be friends and he doesn't need to do the rant because I am not his enemy and I am just maybe 10% jealous of Ms. Floozy. And believe me, everyday I hope that the 10% dwindles away so it can be a full complete 100% no-go area with him. He was stunned at my admission and then, I woke up.

Some crazy psychotic stuff, aye.

I just keep thinking, why does he still come to me? I thought we were done with all this? 10% really, Anita?

The hunt for the elusive career

Let's talk about my career.

Lately, I've been talking about things I've been consumed with. Such as the eternal man hunt, eternal fun hunt, family issues, despair on all other issues, but I have not talked about my career.



With the drought, financially and otherwise, this career issue has reared its ugly head and now I feel like talking about it. I know this is not the right time to whine about my job since so many people are unemployed and would much rather have any job than none, but since I have been on this eternal quest for the perfect job (along with everything else) I deserve to have a chance to vent about this being another unrequited quest.



Because I am not fulfilled in my career, or not having a "career-best experience" as I feel I should, I have been trying to figure out what's wrong. I think there's a certain disparity between what I am doing, what I want to do or I feel I would get the most joy doing and what may be available out there.



A few months ago, a co-worker mentioned to us, us being the non-US licensed attorneys that we should seek a career in compliance, which involves conducting reviews and audits in various ways. It could be an audit of a company's contracts and procedures (which I am hoping to do), technology, accounts, programs, quality assessment, etc. Compliance goes high and dry, the dry being the Q&A and technology aspect. The high being FCPA, SOX compliance and regulatory aspect of it. But breaking into that is just as hard. Some positions are advertised with as much detail that tell me that this is not something I will enjoy doing. It may sound great not to have to deal with the degrading aspect of reporting to US attorneys that left school 2 -3 years ago which I do now, but will it be a "career-best experience"? I don't know. Based on the job description, I don't think so. And I am not sure if I want to embark on that psychological experiment.



So with all that said, I've posted a job description that sounds like something I would love to do, that I have the passion to do and that I know will give me the career-best experience which I seek. But with Human Rights Watch Organization, it's almost always a dead end. I started applying with this company before I finished my Masters and even sometime after. I only stopped when I realized that they didn't have the decency to send me a nice note acknolwedging my application but in turn rejecting it, a cookie cutter rejection letter would have sufficed instead of silence on the other line. I sent in an application to my dream job, so silence was a tad bit disappointing. But everytime I read their job descriptions, I wish it were me taking one of those positions, that it was available to me, and that the ability to want to do some good and expose human rights violations around the world was available to me.

Human Rights Watch (“HRW”) is seeking highly-qualified applicants for the position of Researcher with the Women’s Rights Division (“WRD”).



Description: The Researcher will work to improve awareness and accountability for human rights violations against women in the Middle East and North Africa by, among other things, conducting fact-finding missions; writing and publicizing reports, briefing papers, letters, press releases, op-eds, and submissions to international bodies based on the findings; developing and implementing local, regional, and international strategies to change abusive laws, policies, and practices; presenting human rights concerns to government officials, inter-governmental agencies, and the press; and working closely with colleagues in the region to ensure that the work of HRW complements and enhances their own work. The Researcher's responsibilities will also include monitoring legislative and/or policy developments related to women's rights in the region and liaising with human rights and women's organizations in the countries s/he will cover. S/he will preferably be based in the region.

Qualifications:
The ideal candidate should be knowledgeable about international human rights, women's rights and Middle East affairs and will have at least three to five years of directly related post-graduate experience working on women's human rights in the Middle East and North Africa both at a national and a regional level. Experience of living in the region is essential. An advanced (graduate) degree in international relations, journalism, law, or social sciences is required. S/he must have: strong field research and documentation skills; the ability to produce excellent written material under tight deadlines; polished oral and written communication skills; experience in international human rights law; strong advocacy abilities, including experience with face-to-face advocacy with high-level policymakers. The ideal candidate will be fluent in Arabic and English. S/he should also be able to work under pressure and juggle multiple tasks, be collegial and team-oriented yet able to work independently, and be able to travel overseas for three or more weeks at a time, several times a year. Creativity, initiative, perseverance and flexibility are required while maintaining HRW's high standards.

Good news...me

I got some slight good news on Tuesday. 

Yes, me. Good news...who knew?

So to celebrate I decided to use this coupon I got from one of my events for free calamari at my favorite restaurant so far - The Capital Grille. It was superb. Expensive and a bit awkward but a superb dining experience. They always treat you like you the creme de la creme in these places and for a wee second as you sip on your very expensive wine, you start to feel as if you actually are. I always enjoy hobnobbing in those Buckhead restaurants. It makes you feel like you are one of them at least for as long as your meal lasts just before the shocking bill. 

Then, the next day my sister got a job in Houston. 

I am still beaming from all the good news.

loving your enemies is BS

When God said, love your enemies and pray for them, I don't think He completely thought it through. Or maybe He did but He just wanted to set another impossible task to salvation ahead for us, right up there with, no premarital sex and do not imbibe in alcohol.

Enemies are by their nature vile people. People who have hurt you in some way, people you expected so much from and they just fucked you, people who just let go of your friendship and stabbed you in the back on their way to somewhere or just for their own selfish interest. There are various interpretations of the "enemy." This just represents a small subset for me. I suppose for every American, its the Taliban and the orchestrators of 9/11, those vile, heartless people. How can God surely expect us to love those people after everything that they did to us? Seriously??

Most of my enemies are not that vile. They are just people who have hurt me deeply or disappointed me and knew in their actions that they were disappointing me, ("Tepid Enemies"). But you know what gets me about my life is, most of these Tepid Enemies have gone on to become mucho successful. Every one of them. It's like a test of my life that everyone who hurts me goes on to achieve their life dreams and I am the sweet fairy who spread my love (or hate, however you choose to look at it) seed that helped them to blossom and become all that they've wanted to be.

People that fall into these Tepid Enemy category are usually bosses who fire you for no reason; ex-boyfriends who unjustly go back to their exes; co-workers who backstab you in order to get a promotion; distant cousins who promised to help you get contacts but now ignore your call; college roommates who spent their college years spreading gossip about you; and people who enjoy seeing you fall and sometimes even orchestrate the fall.

Yesterday, I found myself deeply upset that a current enemy of mine had succeeded in something. I don't want to be that person. Yes, I want them to apologize for being the colossal (or purposeful) asshole that they were to me, but I don't want to be that person who prays for someone's downfall and secretly hopes for it. But the act of having the Tepid Enemy, it's just hard to show them love, to hope the best for them, to wish them well. Because when you really get down to it, they don't wish the same for you so why reciprocate, why waste a moment of prayer wishing them well. It's just my luck that the second you screw me over, your life gets better, while mine remains the same that makes it even worse because I can't even rejoice that you got some retribution for screwing me over.

Lord help not to hate so much as I want to hate the people that have wronged me, help me to be at par with their success so I can rejoice in my own as well as theirs...Amen.

social experiment

Once in a while I conduct my own little social experiment. One of such involves going to a place outside my domain, something that people who know me may not necessarily expect of me, but to me it just serves a deeper intellectual curiosity and of what killed the cat.

I finally got to try the Apache Cafe on Sunday night for their open mic.

I was so afraid going into it because I had heard that the neighborhood was unsafe, outside the cafe is unsafe for women to walk alone and that people hang around smoking weed. Yep. But it was pretty normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. The poetry was a bit too much of the same, dealing with social strife and anger and discontent at the inadequacies of the opposite sex, much like what I spit out here everyday. But if that's what's on their mind, let them say it. I just thought maybe there would be, "I love you so much the clouds open" type of poems, or "I don't know who I am, or I have come to love who I am and that person is" type of poem, like self-discovery poems or hopelessly in love poems, maybe these are issues people do not necessarily deal with. I know I've never come close to being in love in Atlanta, close to being in hate and tearing a brother's head apart, or close to being angry at a brother's success because he treated you way wrong type of pain. And I thought men in Nigeria were disappointing.

Being there just let me know one thing. Yes I can. My self discovery involves leaning on myself getting to do things on my own and not waiting on anyone, no girlfriend, boyfriend or any friend to accompany me anywhere, if I could vacation alone in Vegas surely, downtown Atlanta at 8pm at night should not be that much of a big deal. Shhhhheeeeehhh!!!

Sunday Nights at the Apache

Once in a while I conduct my own little social experiment. One of such involves visiting a place outside my domain; a place where the people that know me may not necessarily expect me to be, but to me it just serves as a satisfaction of a deeper intellectual curiosity and of what inevitably killed the cat.

I finally got to try the Apache Cafe on Sunday night for their open mic.

I was so afraid going into it because I had heard that the neighborhood was unsafe, outside the cafe is unsafe for women to walk alone and that people hang around smoking weed. Yep. It was all this and then pretty normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. I'm Nigerian, how unsafe can it be?

The poetry was a bit too much of the same, dealing with social strife and anger and discontent at the inadequacies of the opposite sex, much like what I spit out here everyday. But if that's what's on their mind, let them say it. I just thought maybe there would be more, "I love you so much the clouds open" type of poems, or "I don't know who I am in this world", or "I have come to love who I am and that person is..." type of poem, like self-discovery poems or hopelessly in love poems, maybe these are issues people do not necessarily deal with. I know I've never come close to being in love in Atlanta, close to being in hate and tearing a brother's head apart, or close to being angry at a brother's success because he treated you way wrong type of pain. And I thought men in Nigeria were disappointing.

Being there just let me know one thing. Yes I can. My self discovery involves leaning on myself getting to do things on my own and not waiting on anyone, no girlfriend, boyfriend or any friend to accompany me anywhere, if I could vacation alone in Vegas surely, downtown Atlanta at 8pm at night should not be that much of a big deal. Shhhhheeeeehhh!!!

Kitty Kat hours

I went to Kat's Cafe yesterday. Ehmm.....No.

Apart from the free but congested parking. I doubt I'll ever make a trip back there again. If I cannot have a good time in your cafe by myself then, I am not going back there. People should make these joints easily enjoyable and entertaining whether you are with a group or not. That's what lounges are for, I should go and lounge in your cafe and enjoy my drink by taking in the nice ambiance, with good music, friendly staff, good food, everything else to make up an entertaining space. It's sad because I heard there was live music in this cafe nightly. But when I got there, they said, "Oh, you should try us on Thursday nights." You don't say...On this night, there was a DJ but his equipment was old and noisy and with the space small and crampy that just elevated the noise levels.

So....no.

In other Anita news...the guy with the raunchy texts from different women asked me "to be his girlfriend." Just like that. I can't remember the last time someone asked me out so formally. But he did, he also said if we start dating now, by the first of the year we should be engaged. Something tells me he does this a lot with hard to get girls like me, tries to fool them into thinking they are working on the real thing and then once he's had his fill, he dumps them. Why do I think so? This guy knows nothing about me, he doesn't even know what I do for a living? What do I enjoy, what religion am I, what are my hobbies, interests, values? These are all things that I feel should be of interest and to the taste of someone who wants to "be my boyfriend." Unless I am over thinking this.

Let's talk about politics

I must be one of the few people who:

1) Is not as moved by Obama's win as the rest of the world. And no, I am not white. I am African, Nigerian actually. I think because I am Nigerian I am so immune to politics and politicians and governmental regimes that I do not see how the positivity can come from any government actually.

For example: Nigeria was ruled by the military who assumed power by force for the longest time. General Abacha was a dictator by Saddam Hussein standards and his dicatatorship made life a living hell for everyone. (He assumed this power by taking over from another dictator and promising to change things but that's a whole other story) One day while I was in law school, news came. He had died suddenly. So no more dictator. We rejoiced just as everyone rejoiced last night, ecstatic with joy, even better because they cancelled all the classes that day. And for that brief moment as I watched people rejoicing, there was a glimmer of hope inside me of an improved country, of change, of possibilities.

An interim dictator came to power and promised to bring on democratic regime soon enough and make things all better. They never did get better. Since then, my country has gone from military to civilians and the players are different but the game is still the same and we still suffer from the same woes that besieges African countries, ours is worse because we have so much more potential. We are no. 9 in the list of greatest oil exporting nations, but people are still as poor as ever, roads are deplorable, we don't have steady electricity, some people don't even have running water. This is oh so many years after the "dictator to end all dictators" died and we thought our troubles were over.

So that's why I am immune. All through the election period I kept telling people that I am not really into it and I am not a great believer of change as Obama had professed. I just don't trusy that change is possible. Call me a cynic or just someone who was there the day that Abacha died, and trusted for a wee second that things will change and still saw my country suffer.

I hope that a year from now I shall eat my words. That there shall be unity and peace and world peace of the kind that I strive for (hence my UN job aspirations) and that we shall all say that this was the change we needed. I pray that I come on here and eat my words in that instance and that will be the end of that. I say that without an iota of doubt and certain hope for the best.

But for today, November 5th I am not as excited as the rest of the world that we now have a black president. It really makes no difference to me.

2) Never really hated McCain. All the black people I know hated him and thought he was the enemy because he dared to run against Obama. Because I was immune to everything I didn't really hate him, I was indifferent. Same game, different players. I thought he did his best because this was his battle to loose. I thought he did great things in an effort to pass the immigration bill last year and I hope he still gets to do that. I think he did a lot more as a Senator and was more outspoken than Obama. I know the rest of the black community must think I have sold them out but that's it, my opinion. Before this, I never really knew where Obama stood on immigration or poverty or global energy while he was in Senate, maybe he was a casual observer, who knows. Hopefully, he won't be as a president, that's the most important thing.

I strive not to get political on this blog because I am not a political person (even though I secretly hope for a career in international law, how ironic!) but so much has happened from yesterday to this "great" day that I just felt like this is what's on my mind, so I better talk about in the one place I know I can without judgment. Trust me in real life, I made a lot of enemies while airing my independent partially African political view, and lost a lot of prospects. So there!

Wicked - The Musical

What can I say about Wicked that would make it seem as if it was "wickedly" entertaining.

It was. Still not the best musical I've seen in a while, but it was right up there with my top 5. I keep thinking, maybe if I hadn't seen it on Halloween it may not have been that memorable. Maybe. Or maybe if I had seen it on Broadway with the original cast of Idina Menzel, it would have made it even better. Who knows? But either way that's the memory that will live on: seeing Wicked with a whole bunch of people dressed as witches and clapping at the slightest twitch of the ghost or thud of thunder. The music was not that good to me. When I can't hum a single tune from the play after the play that means it was not that memorable. The acting and the script was much better, tighter script, easier to follow (compared to Les Miserables) and also quite humorous. Not at times, rather quite a bit. The set design was amazing; they spared no expense.

I just keep comparing it to the hilarious time I had watching Seven Brides, or the catchy songs on Mamma Mia, or the inspiring uplifting time I had with Women of Brewster Place and with all those, Wicked doesn't compare. But it was still wickedly entertaining.

Wickedly Entertaining Halloween

What can I say about Wicked that would make it seem as if it was "wickedly" entertaining.

It was. Still not the best musical I've seen in a while, but it was right up there with my top 5. I keep thinking, maybe if I hadn't seen it on Halloween it may not have been that memorable. Maybe. Or maybe if I had seen it on Broadway with the original cast of Idina Menzel, it would have made it even more memorable. Who knows? But either way that's the memory that will live on: seeing Wicked with a whole bunch of people dressed as witches and wizards, howling and clapping at the slightest twitch of the ghost or thud of thunder.

In addition, the music score was not that good to me. When I can't hum a single tune from the play after the play is over that means it was not that memorable. The acting and the script was much better, tighter script, easier to follow (compared to Les Miserables) and also quite humorous. Not at times, rather quite a bit. However, their set design was amazing; they spared no expense.

I just keep comparing it to the hilarious time I had watching Seven Brides, or the catchy songs on Mamma Mia, or the inspiring uplifting time I had with Women of Brewster Place and with all those, Wicked doesn't compare. But it was still wickedly entertaining.

Everything and anything in between

I had a very revealing dream the other night. One of which has already come true. The other one, the good bit, I hope that one comes true too. I dreamt that the event I had paid good money to attend on Saturday was going to be really awful. I was to attend this "Masquerade Couture event" with an open bar, fashion display from Betsey Johnson and 2 DJs, sounds enticing, right? No such luck, just as my dream depicted it was a piss poor event. Awful beyond all measure. Maybe it was the cost of it that deterred people from attending, or the dismal location of the venue that was dark and moody, or the cheese tray that was supposed to be our snack. It just was a sight for sore eyes and I was even sadder that I paid good money for it. Somebody somewhere owes me $40. Not a very good way to start off the month...but either way I am hopeful that things will look up.

People generally overdid things on Halloween night so everywhere sort of drowned out on Saturday night, which was not expected because you would think they would work Halloween all through the weekend for what it's worth. I did try a couple of other places after the disastrous "masquerade/charade" party but everything was empty. I remember driving up to this place and the valet advised me not to, that it was empty, he was getting ready to leave and the music had just been cut off. Hmm...Sad.

So many people were out and about on Friday night, the streets were like a carnival of oddities. I went to see Wicked which was befitting for Halloween night and then, people who came to see the play were dressed in costumes, people who were out for their costume parties were dressed and roaming the streets, men in dresses, men in thongs, men in anything like a costume was aptly amusing. It was a carnival of witches, wizards and dresses, oh my! I don't think I have ever been out on Halloween night. I usually go straight home in an effort to avoid the craziness and the traffic and I never get into anything. I am glad I did. It was one of those nights to remember moments, where you just take in the atmospheric chaos and soak it into your mind's eye because you may never experience anything like it again. An exquisite display of chaotic malaise. My co-worker and I had drinks before and after the play so we had a good bit of time to take in the moment.

There's so much to write about...but I spent the rest of the weekend plopped in front of the TV catching up on Mad Men that I didn't get to write anything. It's never a good sign when I plop in front of the TV instead of going out, taking a drive, going to the gym, making any valid plans for the future, anything. It means I am trying to hide from the rest of the world. Never a good sign. And as I sat there, I thought someone will at least call me, just to say Hi but no one did, not even my family. It just bummed me out some more.

Could only take one good picture on Saturday night...