This weekend has been a time of seven am starts. Brutal. Seven am isn't early, it's really fucking late. It's still night time. Bastard conference attendees that decided to start their adventure into the magical world of knowledge in the middle of the night. *shakes fist*

So yesterday I had to get coffee before I keeled (sp?) over and died. Died. I ventured into a regular, uninteresting coffee shop. I'd been listening to a fantastic song in the car, and it continued to play in my head as I walked through the door and ordered a coffee. I looked around the shop, saw a few people, and none that I knew, so I started to sing out loud the song that was playing in the car. The guy that was working at the place kinda looked at me strangely, as if asking "why is this crazy woman singing in a coffee shop"? But I decided FUCK IT, I will sing where I want, especially if I don't know anyone. But then....
he asked "Are you Jane?"
Oh. Fuck. It.
I am a certifiable idiot to FIVE people now. One more and I have to move to a new hand. I was so content to stay at only four people knowing I was a loser, but now there is one more! Turns out the fellow was Sean (Kyla's Sean, for those in the know) and we had a semi-awkward conversation. Not enough time to get into good topics, but too long to just say "Hi. Bye".

Went to a YP movie/hang out thingie last night after making an ass out of myself. And continued to make an ass out of myself by a) not really knowing anyone, and b) telling horrible, HORRIBLE stories. I gotta work on that comedic timing skill. We watched the hockey game and then League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, which was disgustingly crappy in many areas. Granted it was a tad funny at how stupidly ridculous it was, but those ha-ha's can only continue for a short while. People were enjoyable, but I still feel like a bit of an outsider there, not being a member of YP. Nice people, but considering they all fall under the aegis of YP, and thus converse about it at great lengths.

HOWEVER! I have a fantastic campaign idea! Imagine, if you will, a cascading waterfall feeding into a calm, sparkling blue pool. There is a bevy of gorgeous woman bathing naked, teeth shining, hair flowing, all around a cooler of beer. Cut to Paul Martin, ripping off his clothes, and pervy, yet charasmatic look in his eyes as he surveys the scene. Then a shot from behind as Paul runs towards the women and belly-flops into the pool. The final shot is of Paul floating, with a huge grin, a beer in each hand, surounded by these women, and a slogan saying "Isn't this what you want YOUR government to look like?"
*pause*
What do you think? Fantastic idea, no? :D

In other news, Harper has the clearest blue eyes. They are the eyes of a contact/glasses model. HOWEVER! They hold no emotion. Which encourages me to believe he is, in fact, the devil's spawn. The devil's spawn with crystal blue eyes.

Also on the topic of yesterday, I was involved in a pernicious adventure. I got run over by a golf cart! There I was, quiet and unassuming, and then MY BOSS runs me over. I'm not sure if there is some hidden message. Like maybe she doesn't appreciate me spending all my free time on MSN and email? Jane - the stereotype of the dedicated worker.

I have a new poll question - in any of your relationships, was it the girl or the guy that said "I love you" first?

Later days