'you didn't break up his marriage, did you?'

i'm terribly, terribly restless. i don't know if it's spring fever or spring break fever (27 hours and oh so counting) or what but i am squirming around in my own skin. i want to do something and i want change and i don't know exactly what it is i am grasping for.

after reading an article in jane last month about how fun/easy/easy money they are, i am all into focus groups right now. i went to my first one last week at clairol, where i product-tested a new herbal essences highlighting kit that isn't on the market yet. i used it and turned my roots a real bleached out yellow. suffice to say, this was not quite the look i was going for. oh well. the clariol lady icked up on my look of discontent and gave my free dye to fix the hair craziness. i haven't done it yet, and you can't really tell with my hair back anyway. for this i received $75. i would like to make my living from focus groups for awhile. as opinionated as i am, what's not to like about makin' paper telling people what i think of stuff?

my spring break is stuffed to the gills and i'm excited about it. melissa will be here thursday through saturday and i am so psyched to play hostess. she's only been to nyc once before and i think it was touristy stuff, so i am putting the pressure on myself to make it the best nyc experience ever. not quite sure yet though what this will entail. saturday we (and the whining wonderdog) will drive back to noVa and i will spend easter with my pops in fairfax. then monday morning i fly out to denver to see my sister, niece, and bro-in-law 'til thursday. then it's back to VA, get to richmond, see friends, see todd. all of that in eleven days.

i am kind of fixiating on finding my celebrity neighbors after finding out that jennifer connelly and paul bettany live just a couple streets over from me. i don't want to call it stalking. there is just something really exciting -perhaps pathetically so- about walking by a celebrity abode and maybe glimpsing a peak of someone i've only seen onscreen. i don't think i will ever be unimpressed by fame.

i have figured out where my beloved mr ledger and his baby mama and daughter live and hannah will soon be moving into her mother's old place on the very same street. this is almost -almost- too much for me. i used to just drool over him but now i have managed to modify my fantasies into daydreaming about being a part of their surely idyllic domestic bliss as nanny/tutor/etc. contrary to what you may have heard, i'm not really into the homewrecker scene.