Pizza and Gmail

Ah what a day. To begin, perhaps I should share what has happened over the past few days. Saturday, I worked from 2-7pm. But actually, since my sister jenny was here, I skipped an hour and a half, and instead she got the grand tour of 40H. We went to PF Chang's, a very good resturant for those of you not in the know about "the chang" as jenny calls it. Since chinese food happens to be her addiction, she selected the appeitzier and reccomended a meal selection. Turns out, if you elect to sit outside, you are fair game for the young dumbass waiters, the kids they don't want fucking around on the inside where the people that care sit. We drew a blonde, curly-headed kid, likely in college, but who seemed to still be dealing with the awkwardness that growth spurts and voice changes bring to a young man. We still tipped him $7, which was plenty for the service we recieved. I then took her for a ride around Duke's west campus, which she and my dad have always liked (guess you wouldn't expect my dad to be a Duke fan, huh?) Then it was time for work, in my gray shirt and khakis; I didn't feel like changing into the uniform, which was to be a recurring theme of the weekend. After spending the entire day sitting at the desk wasting time with Kristin and Tihitu, I came home, obviously expecting to make a night of it. Then, I ate some leftovers, and the dreaded drowsy feeling came. I must have a special kind of disease, because after a large and fufilling meal, its lights out. Mexican, Chinese, pizza, etc., all will do the trick, and in a hurry too. Around 9, in a semi-dreamlike state, I saw Chris, shirtless, coming in from the balcony, wheeling his 18-speed. Was this a dream, or just some stranger-than-fiction reality? I said to him "what the fuck are you doing?" His response: "I'm doing some curls." Working out with a bike, not on a bike; that is thinking outside the box. Who else is sick of this Tendercrisp bacon cheddar ranch commercial from Burger King? The one with the dude from Hootie and the blowfish, and the bizzare Wizard of Oz style theme, and "Hard Rock Candy Mountain" ripoff song. Whoever thought that was a good plan, damn, go home and think about why I'm not pleased with you. I slept the entire saturday night away, and awoke sunday, just in time to go to work AGAIN. So, I put the gray shirt, khakis and sauconys back on, rolled into the Union, and did almost the same routine. All desk, almost all the time. I drank about 3 cups of Diet Coke, pissed off Liz immensely, talked to winna on IM even though she was 10 ft behind me, and generally did almost no work. Coming home, I was in time to watch an epic maryland game, a scary but awesome ending, and it was good to see a road win that wasn't Virginia or FSU. An extended period of couchsitting ensued,with my ass being planted in its usual spot, left side of couch, feet on the coffee table. I am beginning to become disturbed by the amount of time I spend on this couch, but the siren song of the internet/TV combination is irresistable. Paul rolled in around 11:30; immediately the frozen pizza goes in the oven, and Iron Chef came on the TV. Fuck you guys, that shit really is awesome. I spent about 2 hours trying to decide a new name for my Gmail account, courtesy of an invite from Mr. Findlay. Started with the idea of amp3, nope, has to be longer than 6 characters. AlexPhipps, taken. PhippsAlex, also taken. Alexmp3, taken. In desperation, I stumble upon AMphipps3. Hey, whatever works for Gmail, right? In case you are keeping tabs, I did not make it to a single bar this weekend; I consider this a positive, as one's life cannot consist of Top of the Hill and Cosmic. I have a good feeling about this week; not a day into it and already we have a wintery mix prediction. How can that not be a good sign?