Wednesday, March 30, 2005

You Know You're Addicted to Alias When...

At every fast food joint you go to, you order "the special, no pickles" regardless of the fact that you LIKE pickles.

You believe wearing a colorful wig and tight clothing can help you get away with anything.

You check the sides of old book pages for Russian characters.

Every time you see a black Mercedes, it reminds you of Sark.

You notice every Ford Focus on the road.

You use the phrase "There are just so many problems with this..." at every possible opportunity.

You have suspicions that your spouse may actually be a double.

Your non- Alias obsessed friends (like you have any of those left! Hah!) refuse to talk to you about Italians, prophecies, pickles, wigs, parent/daughter relationships, spies or anything else that might lead to a discussion about Alias.

You actually BUY a blue Ford Focus. (With gold rims, of course)

You wonder if Sark actually could be Irina's son.

You develop opinions and theories about this and other unanswered facets of the show, and spend a large amount of time formulating arguments for both sides of the debate...

The main question you ask yourself shopping is "Would Sydney wear something like this?"

You have seen every episode. Ever. More than 5 times a piece.

You went to see Daredevil just for Jennifer Garner.

You flip out when you see Michael Vartan in One Hour Photo married to someone else.

The mention of weddings, rings, or two years just gets you incredibly ticked off.

After getting a bad grade on a paper you tell your friend about your professor saying "legally he's right, ethically he's an ***."

If the topic of TV shows comes up, you automatically ask the person "Do you watch Alias?" and if they say they've never heard of it... you immediately end the conversation.

You hear the songs played in the show.. and you instinctively listen for the lines of the characters.. and know precisely when their lines occurred in the song.

Your history teacher mentions something about the KGB.. and you suddenly think "Irina?"

You have a codename that people actually call you by.

You think having no first name is a perfectly acceptable thing.

Old Asian men in wheelchairs creep you out.

You will never view epoxy in the same way again.

You find yourself trying to find good, compelling reasons to sway your significant other that your next child/pet should be named "Irina" or "Sydney."

You feel aggravated and insulted when you watch the episode of "Frasier" where Victor Garber plays Dr. Crane's British butler. ("Years of agent training and experience, wasted...")

Whenever you hear a truly interesting song, you immediately think of how that song would fit into a scene from Alias.

You find yourself criticizing the REAL CIA based solely on your knowledge of Alias.

You think Jerry Springer's guests have boring, uncomplicated family/friend relationships and easy, simple-to-fix personal problems.

You become incredibly irritated when people say, "That girl Sydney, doesn't she really report to someone else?" and can tell them exactly how many episodes behind the times they are.

You begin fantasizing about planting listening devices on your significant other's work clothes, just to see if you can find anything exciting/spy-worthy.

You know what J/I, S/V, S/W, Sarkney, Slark, slash, and shipper are, and have opinions on all of them.

Every time you hear the Nokia ringtone, you get excited even though there's no way it could be Vaughn.

You look for air vents you could crawl into incase of an emergency.

On Monday morning instead of saying "hello" to your friend you just say "Did you SEE VAUGHN'S BOXERS???"

The only people you have on your AIM buddy list are people you've met through Alias

When you begin to doze off in history class and only snap back to attention when the teacher uses the words "Alliance" or "Covenant."

You record every episode, then go out and buy the DVDs as well.

You dream about Irina Derevko at least once a week.

Sweiss does not sound like a candy bar to you

You assume that anyone who wears dark eyeliner is evil.

You meet a nice person and immediately become suspicious of their motives.

You constantly try to figure out ways to get Jack and Irina back together.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Alias.

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Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Spring Break and Crap

Work sucks. There is no other way to articulate it. I promise. I've been ready to go since 8:01 this morning, which is when I clocked in. I think I'm on the final revision of my resume. I went through three professors and ended up with five different revisions. It was very helpful though. I don't think I could have done it without them. It makes my work experience sound much fancier and meaningful than what it actually seems like I do.

So spring break is this week. That means a very eventful week of working for me! I really don't mean to sound so sarcastic, I guess it's just my nature. It is nice to get a break from school, even if it means I have to work all week. Plus, the extra money is nice and needed. I really need to study for my marketing test (which I have to take when we get back), but I just do not feel like it. I also really need to grade some papers, but once again, I don't want to.

I crocheted a new bag this weekend. It didn't come out how I wanted it to, but I still like it. It's white and is big enough to carry around all my junk. I need to post some pictures of my crocheting projects. Seems kind of nerdy, but I enjoy it. It's very relaxing. I'll probably have arthritis when I'm 30 but for now, it's relaxing.

Oh yeah, I created a blog for Aleesha's wedding. I thought it would be a cool thing for her to have. Gosh, I just can't believe what an awesome Maid of Honor I am. I should get an award or something.

My brother called this afternoon really ticked and upset. He had detention (another story, that surprisingly enough, isn't his fault) and was three minutes late--THREE MINUTES--and they wouldn't let him in. My bro asked him what was going to happen now and he told him he'd find out tomorrow when the vice-principal got a hold of him. What a jerk. What a way to wield your power as a detention monitor overly unruly teenagers. I realize that this teacher probably hates his job and has to deal with true delinquents, but come on. Three minutes?

And finally, it really is amazing how God works. Even in small things that you wouldn't have even have seen coming. One of my closest friends from high school/early college have recently been in touch again. It's been so long since we talked and just kind of stumbled across each other. Funny how things happen. I've really missed talking to him.

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