…that all the attendees at the State of the Union speech are going to get great upper-knee-areas (quads?) for their repetitive sitting/standing moves that they do every time Bush says something that they feel warrents a standing ovation.

…that there’s got to be a better name for “Dry Humping.” It makes it sound like a dog whose owner forgot to refill their water bowl. Suggestions have been thrown out to include YOTHOT — an acronym for the much-experienced “you on top, he on top” activity that is prevalent during said act. Such as “So, how was your date? Did you kiss? Did you YOTHOT?”

…that it took me nearly two hours to figure out the song that was playing in the trailer of “The Hours” only to realize that it was “Colorblind” by Counting Crows and that I spent the majority of a morning trying (unsuccessfully) to download this song. I was obsessed.

…that my newest guilty television pleasure (besides Joe Millionaire, which is apparently not that bad since I’ve watched it on a DATE with a REAL LIVE BOY TWO WEEKS IN A ROW) is Scrubs. And that they often have some good songs on it and yes, that I’ve totally gone to the Scrubs message board to figure out what they were. And that I succeeded. And subsequently downloaded.

…that I refuse to do the ‘eating like a bird’ tactic when on dates. I figure I’m saving them/you a shock in the long run, since it’s only so long that I can go without chicken wings/corn dogs/burritos.

…that, although I support the Military unabashedly, I need more proof before I can support a war that, at this point I feel would be a pre-emptive strike without justifying it to the people of the nation. I’m not saying I don’t believe that we need to protect ourselves, but I think we need to show good reason and proof before we strike first.

…that I’m secretly jealous of anyone who can go on the Atkins Diet since I could easier give up birthdays and christmas before my french fries. (ok, well, maybe just SCALE DOWN on them. No need to go cold turkey on anything, esp. on holidays in which I receive presents.)

…that I have been known to overdramatize stupid little events when feeling sorry for myself, casting myself as the tragic star in an imaginary movie, emphasizing my sadness and mentally imagining the morbid music playing appropriately in the background.

…that, when it comes down to it, I’ll have to agree with my friend Alan when he told me I was a hopeless romantic. Hate to say it (as it often gets grouped in there with accusations of high maintenance) but I am. And, to add insult to injury, I fully admit to over analyzing. It comes with the second “X” chromosome, as any girl can attest to.

…that I hate Carrot Top, Christina Aguilera, and didn’t like that Mojo person from Joe Millionaire. It was due time that she and her damned hat got the heck outta France.

…that I wish more people would drop in to visit without calling beforehand. While some see it as rude or an imposition, I think it’s charming and welcome any and all of you to follow suit. That is, if I’m not in a fight with you, and if I am, come prepared with wine, flowers, and a big apology.

…that, in the midst of a lot of good, fun, new, and exciting things going on in my life, I find myself thinking about things (and people) from the past that I shouldn’t miss, but sometimes do. And that I sometimes have to stop myself from calling them, knowing that it probably is better this way.

…that I miss “Felicity” and have almost written entries on this site on how I wish my life was like that show, where everything turns out for the best in the end, hushed voices, pregnant pauses and all.

…that Heath Ledger is about to be bumped off of my “Top 5” list if he doesn’t invest in some Rogaine.

…that I feel the need to tell anyone and everyone I see that I’m training for 1/2 marathon to keep me accountable and so I won’t wimp out when I decide it’s far too cold for me to go outside and run.

…that I miss the ‘g’.