bus ride home
I don't know about anyone else, but when I am on my cell phone, I am very
aware of people who might be eavesdropping. Perhaps because I am an eavesdropper myself--not the annoying kind who drop their pencils on the floor, just to bend forward with one ear to listen to a conversation--but the very suave, pretend-what-I'm-doing-is-really-intriguing-but-I'm-really-listening-to-your-sick-conversation-with-your-classmate-about-your-dildo-mishap-last-night eavesdropper.
Therefore, when I have to make or take a phone call on the bus--which I hate doing but it passes the time--I do it with caution. One might even call me generic. But I don't care--when there are 25 other people standing within need-a-tic-tac? reach, I'm going to be generic. For instance, if you ask me what I did this weekend, I would not tell you that I drank my own urine because my roommate told me it was an anti-oxidant, nor would I say "yo yo, you can't drink five espressos all at once, yo, you're going to have a heart attack yo," nor would I complain about how dry and chapped my lips are.
vacation
Well, fifteen pages and fourty-two end notes later, I'm finally done with my paper! D.O.N.E.
Problem is, I feel more confused about the topic than I had when I started this piece of shit.
I don't care though, I'm now on vacation until Monday. That's right - ON VACATION!
Though I must say, in my family, VACATION is a relative term. Because in my family, we are not treated as humans, but as bodies (with TWO hands).
Surely when I go home on Thursday, I will get put to work canning tomatoes, making jam, or gathering dogwood...
Time to drink lots of wine and be merry!
when the going gets tough, organize your sock drawer
There is not much to post tonight.
I am in the midst of writing a 15 page paper on why the staged termination of U.S. aid directly caused South Vietnam's collapse to communism. I've even alphabatized the shit out of my bedroom, to get my mind off my paper for a bit.
Nope, still got nothing. Better luck tomorrow.
top five
Five years ago today, Jered asked me out on our first date. We went to a high school basketball game, and he paid for me. Then I spent the rest of the night ignoring him.
The top five reasons we are still together:
5. He refuses to play board games with me, because he is holding out for Scrabble to come out on XBox so he has SOME sort of chance at beating me.
4. He challenges me: "Quit driving 45 in a 55, dammit! Jesus Christ! You're going to get us killed!"
3. He ONLY complains when I make him come with me to Target. Any other store is fair game, but he'll let me know how bored he is, and how he'd rather be fishing.
2. He is slowly learning how to fit into my card and board-game driven, competitive-natured family. I can only hope our children get my Scrabble gene for this one.
1. I can fart in front of him. And when I do, instead of telling me I am repulsive, he'll fart back.
I know, we're disgusting.
makes me want to talk like them...
Pictures from our trip to the UK, last January. (me and Michelle)
They have grass in January! Maybe that is why I am nostalgic . We haven't even had snow yet, and the grass here is already turning brown...
Hyde Park, London
the plush lawn beside Parliament
just one of those days
Tonight, after I had just gotten back from the grocery store, (as usual) I had to run straight to the bathroom to pee. So I had dropped everything right inside the door, ran to the bathroom unzipping my pants and doing the pee dance all at once. I am very good at the pee dance, by the way. I've often held it for so long that I literally break dance into Billy Jean, sitting on the toilet just in time to yell "IS NOT MY LOVER" !
So after my bathroom break, I came out of the loo with my pants still unzipped, because after a long day at class (and usually work) I like to change into my FAT pants. But before that, I had to put away my refridgerated goods from Whole Foods. My pants are still open.
So then I decide I want to clean my bathroom, the kitchen floor, and vacuum the living room. After getting side tracked by all these fun cleaning projects, I forgot that my pants are still open. So I light some candles, rearrange my room, my sock drawer, the usual...and I realize I do not know where I put my purse.
Thirty mintes after this realization, I walk into the hall finding my purse spewed all over the entry way, my cell phone on the steps, my keys near the kitchen, and an entire bag of groceries, melting away, laying on its side.
Now THIS is what you call a String Cheese Incident. Talk about a Pee Emergency.
dinner
And then we
actually ended up having shrimp pasta and steak. Hm.
Thanks to everyone -- I had a wonderful birthday!
manipulation
My ever-so talented mother (who, in one sentence, can ask me how I am doing, "How is school?", and "Do you think your Dad and I should remodel the upstairs bathroom?", in one sentence) asked me what I would like for my birthday dinner at home this weekend.
Prior to her inquiry, I had thought long and hard about this one, because that is what we do for everyone's birthday in my family--Mom makes a big dinner, and we eat more than we want, then later stuff ourselves with ice cream and cake (sometimes cheesecake), and laugh--usually at Parker.
So when Mom asked me a couple days ago what I wanted for dinner, I delightfully answered with what I have been craving for months--her cheesy, tomato basil pie that I just adore. I chose this meal, not only because it is one of my favorite dishes, but also because I knew my sister would not be in town. Because she hates PIE, both in entree and dessert form.
So I knew it was safe to suggest it now.
Only this time, my suggestion backfired:
"Do you want that, or do you want spaghetti? I can make spaghetti! ...with garlic bread and a big salad, how about that? Does that sound good?"
Uh, sure.
flip-flops and the North Face
It is November 1st. And do you know what my favorite part of this time of year is besides the fact that bartenders agree to serve strange and sickening shots to innocent girls on their birthdays?The fact that there are people walking around wearing sandals AND their winter jacket. It's like they are beginning to embrace Fall, but still unwilling to give up Summer. I just love that.
