I was just referred to as "the other lady in the office" by my coworker who was on the phone talking to someone else. I'm 33, almost 34, years old -- why should that phrase sound so weird to me?

I think somewhere deep inside I still see myself as a geeky highschooler.

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My Christmas shopping will be done this weekend. Before you start to hate me, realize that living here in the midst of the ocean necessitates mailing packages going to the mainland by 1 December so that they'll arrive before Christmas. So I'm finishing really only a week and a half early this year. And I don't buy many gifts to begin with, and tend to buy them throughout the year.

The Christmasification of Everything should not be allowed to start until the day after Thanksgiving. Period. By the time the holiday actually rolls around, I'm sick of it, and I'm sure other people are, too.

This year I saw places that had Christmas decorations up before Halloween. I've been to Blockbuster twice in the last six days and they were playing Christmas music both times. And not just any Christmas music, but Mariah Carey Christmas music -- both times. I can't stand Mariah Carey music, and I especially hate to hear her butcher Christmas music a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving.

Of course, here I am talking about it the week before Turkey Day...

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I'm looking forward to the OSU-Michigan game this weekend. We just joined the Hawaii OSU alumni club, and are going to their joint breakfast with the Hawaii Michigan alumni club. Should be interesting.

Kickoff here is 7 a.m., but we were carefully assured that the bar would be open. Sounds like an OSU alumni club -- reliving Kegs & Eggs at the crack of dawn.

I've been roped into serving on the scholarship committee, which seems to mean going around and begging for donations for raffles and which doesn't really do much for me. I also checked an interest in working on their website, but didn't get asked to help with that. I think I'm going to mention that between the two, I'd rather do the website.

Go Bucks!

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We rented Mission Impossible 2 last night. Big, gaping plot holes and many head-scratching moments. Like, OK, the guy injects himself and then dies in the plane crash. Does the virus magically go away? Uh, no. Especially if his body gets frozen up on that mountain and then is dethawed at the morgue. And did the other infected person (not mentioning names in case you're averse to spoilers) think that suicide would likewise eliminate the virus? And if it is so lethal that you can mist it into a closed area and infect whoever is in that area, why weren't all the people hanging around the infected people getting sick? Huh?

But, overall, it was fun to watch, at least until that last fight scene.
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