Do not waste.
That's pretty self-explanitory. If ever there was a piece of rotting cheese or a soft fruit, my dad would ream anyone for attempting to throw it out instead of scraping off the bad part or cooking or washing away what others feel cannot be scraped, cooked, or washed away.
We went out for lunch this weekend, and just as the waiter was taking away the appetizer plate, my dad snatched up the parsley garnish. The waiter smiled because it is not normal for people to eat even edible garnishes. My dad, however, always eats the parsley, or the radish flower, or the lettuce cup, or the whatever, as long as it's edible.
As a result, this has made me a complete crumb-crazy person. I either eat all of my food, or I am sure to take it home and eat it later. Leftovers DO NOT ROT in my fridge (unless they are not mine or they were really not super tasty), and if by chance they do, I labor over the decision to trash them for maybe 15 minutes.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Friday, June 02, 2006
Snippets
Yesterday I saw something really interesting.
A new "international" grocery store opened up at the old Thriftway on Walnut. As I was driving home around 6:30, I saw two men on motorized wheelchairs riding home with their groceries, with a woman on foot trailing behind them. That was kind of interesting, but what I was really looking at was the 20-lb bag of rice that one man was balancing on his head as he scooted up Locust Street.
I guess it just feels like a heavy hat.
--
Uly came to visit last weekend. Friday afternoon I spent with my Frenchie girls, and Friday evening we went out. Vietnamese pho house, fruit shakes, and then two of my favorite bars: Nodding Head (for its brews) and McGlinchy's (for its Ms. PacMan, of course). Saturday was a family-filled day. First, Oregon with Nati, then Home Depot, beer distributor, Pathmark, and nap time at home. Uly and I passed out while Nati watched Family Guy. We made it to Neel's on time for the surprise, and ate SO MUCH GOOD BRAZILIAN FOOD. Yum. We had managed to find a case of Brazilian beer also, so we were boozing it up with beer and margaritas.
Fat family weekend.
--
...And now a rant from our sponsors:
It is a horrible thing to feel unsupported by close friends. It is a horrible thing to have to resort to asking for help from people from whom it should be readily given, and even worse to then be denied. Every time that I encounter someone who adheres to a radically different set of social norms from mine, I freak out, and I don't hold it in. Idon't see why I should, unless I feel physically threatened, and sometimes I do.
With every person in your life, you achieve a level of comfort, a set of expectations, some sort of boundaries. When that level changes, when that set is not met, when those boundaries are moved, it is upsetting.
For whatever reason, I have had several friends who were members of my peer group pass away early in life. At the first funeral I attended, I felt strongly to say everything important out loud to anyone who matters to me, and since then, I have made concerted efforts to do so. People don't understand why I am like I am, why I demand what I demand, and this is part of it. I am such a product of my experiences.
A new "international" grocery store opened up at the old Thriftway on Walnut. As I was driving home around 6:30, I saw two men on motorized wheelchairs riding home with their groceries, with a woman on foot trailing behind them. That was kind of interesting, but what I was really looking at was the 20-lb bag of rice that one man was balancing on his head as he scooted up Locust Street.
I guess it just feels like a heavy hat.
--
Uly came to visit last weekend. Friday afternoon I spent with my Frenchie girls, and Friday evening we went out. Vietnamese pho house, fruit shakes, and then two of my favorite bars: Nodding Head (for its brews) and McGlinchy's (for its Ms. PacMan, of course). Saturday was a family-filled day. First, Oregon with Nati, then Home Depot, beer distributor, Pathmark, and nap time at home. Uly and I passed out while Nati watched Family Guy. We made it to Neel's on time for the surprise, and ate SO MUCH GOOD BRAZILIAN FOOD. Yum. We had managed to find a case of Brazilian beer also, so we were boozing it up with beer and margaritas.
Fat family weekend.
--
...And now a rant from our sponsors:
It is a horrible thing to feel unsupported by close friends. It is a horrible thing to have to resort to asking for help from people from whom it should be readily given, and even worse to then be denied. Every time that I encounter someone who adheres to a radically different set of social norms from mine, I freak out, and I don't hold it in. Idon't see why I should, unless I feel physically threatened, and sometimes I do.
With every person in your life, you achieve a level of comfort, a set of expectations, some sort of boundaries. When that level changes, when that set is not met, when those boundaries are moved, it is upsetting.
For whatever reason, I have had several friends who were members of my peer group pass away early in life. At the first funeral I attended, I felt strongly to say everything important out loud to anyone who matters to me, and since then, I have made concerted efforts to do so. People don't understand why I am like I am, why I demand what I demand, and this is part of it. I am such a product of my experiences.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Cindy it was always you...
Watching less-than-mediocre sitcoms on the WB led me to reminisce about that feeling you can only get from that person.
Memorable to me:
Running by the tennis courts into the bushes, and he got all scratched up by the branches.
The 8th Grade Dinner Dance: I can still feel the shoulders of your too-big-suit-jacket, I can still smell Safari on your neck.
I remember his hugs because they always felt like he cared, though we weren't that close, and now he's gone.
He was so nervous to meet my parents! He changed his shirt in the car.
I felt like no matter how badly things seemed to everyone else, it was still better be with him, and he felt the same way.
He was my best friend. He taught me how to know if a guy respected me (and then showed me what it's like when he doesn't).
When was the last time I had that feeling?
I'm not sure. I might have thought that it was in November, but now I think that it's been a couple years.
I don't remember the last time my heart was racing, my lips were dry, my throat was closed, my stomach was in knots. It may be a while.
Cindy, it was always you
It was you I wanted, too
Now you leave me haunted
-- Steve Wynn
Memorable to me:
Running by the tennis courts into the bushes, and he got all scratched up by the branches.
The 8th Grade Dinner Dance: I can still feel the shoulders of your too-big-suit-jacket, I can still smell Safari on your neck.
I remember his hugs because they always felt like he cared, though we weren't that close, and now he's gone.
He was so nervous to meet my parents! He changed his shirt in the car.
I felt like no matter how badly things seemed to everyone else, it was still better be with him, and he felt the same way.
He was my best friend. He taught me how to know if a guy respected me (and then showed me what it's like when he doesn't).
When was the last time I had that feeling?
I'm not sure. I might have thought that it was in November, but now I think that it's been a couple years.
I don't remember the last time my heart was racing, my lips were dry, my throat was closed, my stomach was in knots. It may be a while.
Cindy, it was always you
It was you I wanted, too
Now you leave me haunted
-- Steve Wynn
Monday, May 15, 2006
Snippets of my weekend
I like this Stan Beer guy.
That's just silly though. I think this is actually interesting.
Robin Givhan is sassy and witty.
My brother brought these guys to my attention. One day....
That's just silly though. I think this is actually interesting.
Robin Givhan is sassy and witty.
My brother brought these guys to my attention. One day....
Sunday, May 14, 2006
My "Man Hands"?
Last night I worked at a wedding in North Philly at a church. The service and the reception were both in the church, which means that the party was in the cafeteria. Very romantic. I feel lucky again to have had a hard working staff, though it was a hard set up and break down, the party itself was a pretty simple buffet.
There were three people who work for the church at the event:
Mr. Security Guard at least knew how to work the lights and refridgerator. Temple MBA and Ray Liotta's redeeming quality was that they helped us bring up the tables and chairs. Also, Ray Liotta called several cabs for guests who had come in from hotels in the city. Here is the problem with Ray Liotta:
After several short, work-related conversations (how do I turn off the stage lights, where is the switch for the hallway light, where do I put the tables, someone needs a cab, etc.), he found me sitting while filling out the paperwork, and told me that I am beautiful and am I mixed, because he is mixed Korean and Italian, and I look mixed. These questions always make me feel a bit funny. I responded in the affirmative, yes, I am mixed Chinese and Mexican. He found this very interesting and asked me if I knew my parents, assuming that I am adopted, and I was taken aback, so I responded that I had lived with them, they are my parents. He understood, and said that he was adopted. We then had to mop the floor and move some tables, so the conversation was put on hold. It resumed just as I was about to leave with Helen, Helen the Hard Worker, when he called me over and asked if I had a boyfriend, and could he have my number. I thought about this for a split second and quickly replied "I don't know."
I don't know? What does that even mean. Well, he also was unsure of what that meant, so he asked again if I would give him my number, and I said I don't think so. He said that he understood, and that it was nice to meet me, and that he hopes he runs into me someday.
What was that about? I found him interesting looking -- Ray Liotta with a Korean wash. The hair was pretty unflattering, but not so bad that it would actually turn me away. The track suit in general does not make a good impression on me, especially when in one's place of business, and when in view of a wedding, but also not enough to turn me away completely. In the end, I realize this time and time again, I am unattracted by people who find me physically attractive without having known my personality. I think this is partly because I really hate the feeling of being rejected or having a relationship fizzle after getting to know me personally. I am so much more comfortable being rejected physically than for who I am on the inside. This is why I expect such loyalty and reliability from people who last in my life. If they were going to reject me, they should have rejected me in the beginning, when things were shallow or not yet intimate, not after we have become friends.
My version of Jerry's "man hands" is someone who expresses their physical attraction to me before being attracted to Me.
P. S. Happy Mother's Day
There were three people who work for the church at the event:
- Mr. Security Guard (who must have brought his own flask, because our bar did not serve him, yet he was completely toasted, enough so to put his arm around me and speak to my cleavage)
- Non-descript-Temple-MBA-Student Facilities Manager (who was fairly unhelpful, and did not, in fact, know how to manage the facilities)
- Ray Liotta Look-alike (who was wearing a gray and white tracksuit and had a bad haircut that was too long)
Mr. Security Guard at least knew how to work the lights and refridgerator. Temple MBA and Ray Liotta's redeeming quality was that they helped us bring up the tables and chairs. Also, Ray Liotta called several cabs for guests who had come in from hotels in the city. Here is the problem with Ray Liotta:
After several short, work-related conversations (how do I turn off the stage lights, where is the switch for the hallway light, where do I put the tables, someone needs a cab, etc.), he found me sitting while filling out the paperwork, and told me that I am beautiful and am I mixed, because he is mixed Korean and Italian, and I look mixed. These questions always make me feel a bit funny. I responded in the affirmative, yes, I am mixed Chinese and Mexican. He found this very interesting and asked me if I knew my parents, assuming that I am adopted, and I was taken aback, so I responded that I had lived with them, they are my parents. He understood, and said that he was adopted. We then had to mop the floor and move some tables, so the conversation was put on hold. It resumed just as I was about to leave with Helen, Helen the Hard Worker, when he called me over and asked if I had a boyfriend, and could he have my number. I thought about this for a split second and quickly replied "I don't know."
I don't know? What does that even mean. Well, he also was unsure of what that meant, so he asked again if I would give him my number, and I said I don't think so. He said that he understood, and that it was nice to meet me, and that he hopes he runs into me someday.
What was that about? I found him interesting looking -- Ray Liotta with a Korean wash. The hair was pretty unflattering, but not so bad that it would actually turn me away. The track suit in general does not make a good impression on me, especially when in one's place of business, and when in view of a wedding, but also not enough to turn me away completely. In the end, I realize this time and time again, I am unattracted by people who find me physically attractive without having known my personality. I think this is partly because I really hate the feeling of being rejected or having a relationship fizzle after getting to know me personally. I am so much more comfortable being rejected physically than for who I am on the inside. This is why I expect such loyalty and reliability from people who last in my life. If they were going to reject me, they should have rejected me in the beginning, when things were shallow or not yet intimate, not after we have become friends.
My version of Jerry's "man hands" is someone who expresses their physical attraction to me before being attracted to Me.
P. S. Happy Mother's Day
Saturday, May 13, 2006
I have creepy travel dreams
Last night I was dreaming that I was at a friend's party in Colorado or something, where my dad had dropped me off, and all of the lights were off in the house. Well, my friend had turned off the lights in the areas where we would be. Her mom had the light on in the kitchen, where she was playing with her kitten in the trash can.
I followed my friend in the dark to the room where a bunch of people were hanging out. It was a nondescript room with a large bed on one side, and a couch facing it on the other. I was in high school, and the other people there were in high school as well, but were not necessarily people with whom I went to high school.
I was sitting on the bed with some friends who were too close for comfort (boys). They told me that I had huge monkey feet. This did not turn me on. I put the sheet over my head. One boy started kissing my sheeted head. This also did not turn me on, so I told him to stop because this was grossing me out.
When I took off the sheet, it turned out to be one of my x-mans. That made me super grossed out in my subconscious that was not leading me in the dream, and in the dream I was grossed out because apparantly I thought that he was too young for me (though everyone was in high school and I didn't know how old anyone was), and I said, loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Ew, I would never let you kiss me, I am like thirty and you are like ten."
Neither of us were those ages, but that's all I could come up with I guess. I left the room and went outside, where suddenly it was afternoon and not nighttime.
The house was in a neighborhood on a hill, where the architectural style was Ancient Rome. As I walked up the hill along the cobblestone path, I ran into two ogre neighbors and their very dirty black labs. I said hello politely and moved on up the path towards the gated entrance to the state park. People were renting canoes, tents, snow shoes, and bikes. This park seemed really cool, but the gates were closing in like exactly 2 minutes so I had to leave, or I would have to spend the night in the park.
Leaving the park, I ran into my mom in a car. She was there to pick me up. Her hair was gray. We drove downtown to a large intersection, where she had to let me out to do something shady, and I was supposed to wait for her. I did wait, then I saw her across the street, sitting at the bus stop, wearing sunglasses. In case you don't know, my mom is not shady and does not have gray hair or wear sunglasses. Anyway, we met up across the street and she gave me a box of cereal that I was supposed to eat, because that is all she could get since we were in Spain and she doesn't really know Spanish.
Then Kitty woke me up and it was 5:45 am.
I followed my friend in the dark to the room where a bunch of people were hanging out. It was a nondescript room with a large bed on one side, and a couch facing it on the other. I was in high school, and the other people there were in high school as well, but were not necessarily people with whom I went to high school.
I was sitting on the bed with some friends who were too close for comfort (boys). They told me that I had huge monkey feet. This did not turn me on. I put the sheet over my head. One boy started kissing my sheeted head. This also did not turn me on, so I told him to stop because this was grossing me out.
When I took off the sheet, it turned out to be one of my x-mans. That made me super grossed out in my subconscious that was not leading me in the dream, and in the dream I was grossed out because apparantly I thought that he was too young for me (though everyone was in high school and I didn't know how old anyone was), and I said, loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Ew, I would never let you kiss me, I am like thirty and you are like ten."
Neither of us were those ages, but that's all I could come up with I guess. I left the room and went outside, where suddenly it was afternoon and not nighttime.
The house was in a neighborhood on a hill, where the architectural style was Ancient Rome. As I walked up the hill along the cobblestone path, I ran into two ogre neighbors and their very dirty black labs. I said hello politely and moved on up the path towards the gated entrance to the state park. People were renting canoes, tents, snow shoes, and bikes. This park seemed really cool, but the gates were closing in like exactly 2 minutes so I had to leave, or I would have to spend the night in the park.
Leaving the park, I ran into my mom in a car. She was there to pick me up. Her hair was gray. We drove downtown to a large intersection, where she had to let me out to do something shady, and I was supposed to wait for her. I did wait, then I saw her across the street, sitting at the bus stop, wearing sunglasses. In case you don't know, my mom is not shady and does not have gray hair or wear sunglasses. Anyway, we met up across the street and she gave me a box of cereal that I was supposed to eat, because that is all she could get since we were in Spain and she doesn't really know Spanish.
Then Kitty woke me up and it was 5:45 am.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Oh, Friday night.
Today was interesting because I made plans with several people, and then cancelled them all so that I could stay home with Mr. Kitty and watch nothing good on non-cable tv. By the way, what are we calling that these days? Jordo and I used to call it Poverty TV, but now I think that I generally refer to it as broadcast tv. I just want to make sure that we are on the same page here. My version of the FoodNetwork and Travel Channel is WYBE, with its "Simply Ming," "America's Test Kitchen," and "Globe Trekker." Anyway, I am not even watching this, I am watching the sequel to "Legally Blonde" on FOX. I'm a winner.
I am just exhausted! I fell asleep last night before eleven. Before Sex [and the City]! Last night at ESL, I taught how to form a yes or no question with the helping verb, "do."
Ex.
Q: Do you eat three meals each day? A: Yes, I do eat three meals each day.
Q: Does he walk to school? A: No, he doesn't walk to school.
Today, [at school in third grade] Miss Dayzha asked me in reference to Mike, "Don't he have 2 more pages to do?"
To which I responded, in question, "Doesn't he have 2 more pages to do?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, what?"
"Don't he have 2 more pages to do?"
"Doesn't he?"
"Yeah."
"That's not what you said. I don't understand what you said."
"Do he have... do he... doesn't he have 2 more pages to do?"
"Oh, doesn't he have 2 more pages to do? Well, that's not really your business, why don't you ask him yourself and see if he wants to answer you."
I am teaching English to people who are labeled as non-English Speakers, while the Native English Speakers sound AWFUL.
This construction is like nails on a chalkboard to me:
"Are you done your homework?"
"Yes, I been done my homework." "I'm done my homework, too."
NO!
"Are you done with your homework?"
"Yes, I finished my homework so long ago." "I'm done with my homework, too."
I'm sure I have blogged on my fear of the extinction of the preposition, "with," but this is tiring me today. This, and the fact that I have swimming at 9am tomorrow, followed by a wedding at 1pm, and it is likely to rain. Fab.
Anyway, I'm going to go wallow in my sorrows over the state of public education and watch me some good ole' PBS (well, some smutty FOX/NBC followed by PBS).
I am just exhausted! I fell asleep last night before eleven. Before Sex [and the City]! Last night at ESL, I taught how to form a yes or no question with the helping verb, "do."
Ex.
Q: Do you eat three meals each day? A: Yes, I do eat three meals each day.
Q: Does he walk to school? A: No, he doesn't walk to school.
Today, [at school in third grade] Miss Dayzha asked me in reference to Mike, "Don't he have 2 more pages to do?"
To which I responded, in question, "Doesn't he have 2 more pages to do?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, what?"
"Don't he have 2 more pages to do?"
"Doesn't he?"
"Yeah."
"That's not what you said. I don't understand what you said."
"Do he have... do he... doesn't he have 2 more pages to do?"
"Oh, doesn't he have 2 more pages to do? Well, that's not really your business, why don't you ask him yourself and see if he wants to answer you."
I am teaching English to people who are labeled as non-English Speakers, while the Native English Speakers sound AWFUL.
This construction is like nails on a chalkboard to me:
"Are you done your homework?"
"Yes, I been done my homework." "I'm done my homework, too."
NO!
"Are you done with your homework?"
"Yes, I finished my homework so long ago." "I'm done with my homework, too."
I'm sure I have blogged on my fear of the extinction of the preposition, "with," but this is tiring me today. This, and the fact that I have swimming at 9am tomorrow, followed by a wedding at 1pm, and it is likely to rain. Fab.
Anyway, I'm going to go wallow in my sorrows over the state of public education and watch me some good ole' PBS (well, some smutty FOX/NBC followed by PBS).
Addicted.
I am addicted to books. Books, among other things.
Last weekend, I went to my favorite used bookstore.
I went looking for books as gifts for my favorite 3rd graders and for Ryry. The problem is that I want to have more and more children's books.
Last week, Erin and I were reminiscing about "The Story About Ping," when she reminded me about "Outside Over There."
On a side note, dolphins are so cool they have special whistles.
Also, this is what is going on in my head:
I will see The Early November this summer. If it kills me, I will see them.
July 11, Troc.
Last weekend, I went to my favorite used bookstore.
I went looking for books as gifts for my favorite 3rd graders and for Ryry. The problem is that I want to have more and more children's books.
Last week, Erin and I were reminiscing about "The Story About Ping," when she reminded me about "Outside Over There."
On a side note, dolphins are so cool they have special whistles.
Also, this is what is going on in my head:
I will see The Early November this summer. If it kills me, I will see them.
July 11, Troc.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Mister is back!
Sunday night, Mister and I watched the season finale of Jordan together in bed. He let me snuggle with him until he fell asleep with his little paw on my shoulder, just like my little fur baby.
Not my dirt baby.
Anyway, I came across this word that I like: otiose.
A lot has transpired in the past 10 days, but it is just too.
Happy Birthday Ma.
Not my dirt baby.
Anyway, I came across this word that I like: otiose.
A lot has transpired in the past 10 days, but it is just too.
Happy Birthday Ma.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
I Self-Loathe
I am sitting at home instead of with all of you because I am sad that if I had invited you instead, you wouldn't have come. So, instead of just being with you, I am just being with me. No Kitty, no roommate, no Death, no Poofer, no Mommy. No excuse, no work.
I am sitting at home instead of your home because you don't want me there.
I am sitting at home instead of not sitting at home because at the funeral, she said, "She sent her Surprise boxes to make it evident that we were in her thoughts."
I want it to be evident that I am in your thoughts.
It's not too much, I've decided, it's just me.
I can't ask you to change because it makes me feel worse.
youcanlaugh
aspinelesslaugh
wehopethatyourrulesandwisdomchokeyou
nowweareone
ineverlastingpeace
I am sitting at home instead of your home because you don't want me there.
I am sitting at home instead of not sitting at home because at the funeral, she said, "She sent her Surprise boxes to make it evident that we were in her thoughts."
I want it to be evident that I am in your thoughts.
It's not too much, I've decided, it's just me.
I can't ask you to change because it makes me feel worse.
youcanlaugh
aspinelesslaugh
wehopethatyourrulesandwisdomchokeyou
nowweareone
ineverlastingpeace
Pooped Out
After signing into my Google home page, I took a look at one of the sections, "'How-to' of the Day," for which the first listing was "How to Stop Cutting Yourself." Ladies and Gents, it's no joke. I wonder if it reaches anyone whom it may help.
Anyways...
I had a long day yesterday, and another today. Catering, babysitting, and then falling asleep at Roommate's. Today: catering at 9am, having to unload 40 chairs from the truck because my coworker is an older woman, having to load 40 chairs onto the truck because my coworker is an elderly woman, and returning to the shop, only to find that it is closed. Jamal instructed me to go buy a padlock to lock the truck, which I did, and then I took home all of the leftover sandwiches. Now I am at home, I have showered, and I have 32 turkey-cranberry-sauce-on-wheat finger sandwiches.
Now, if I only had HBO (so as to watch Sopranos in bed with all of my sandwiches), I would be in heaven. At least I have taken off tomorrow from school.
I miss Mister. He pays a lot of attention to me, and I to him.
Anyways...
I had a long day yesterday, and another today. Catering, babysitting, and then falling asleep at Roommate's. Today: catering at 9am, having to unload 40 chairs from the truck because my coworker is an older woman, having to load 40 chairs onto the truck because my coworker is an elderly woman, and returning to the shop, only to find that it is closed. Jamal instructed me to go buy a padlock to lock the truck, which I did, and then I took home all of the leftover sandwiches. Now I am at home, I have showered, and I have 32 turkey-cranberry-sauce-on-wheat finger sandwiches.
Now, if I only had HBO (so as to watch Sopranos in bed with all of my sandwiches), I would be in heaven. At least I have taken off tomorrow from school.
I miss Mister. He pays a lot of attention to me, and I to him.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Three Hour Nap
Yessir, that is what I did today. I left work early because Mike didn't actually make it to school after his mom's wedding rehearsal dinner, so I just sat around and read The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood. Tay and I are going to start reading the 4th book in the Lemony Snicket series though. I have to catch up to chapter 5 this weekend. I booked Erin tonight, so we went to see the end of Sustaining. I suppose we were a bit too casually late, because as we arrived, they had been shut down by the police for a noise complaint. Shor did grace me with the beginning of "Everything in its right place" as I was leaving. No throwing up tonight. That's the end of that. Time for me to clean up and prepare for some Fear Factor (only on at 3am now).
Currently on rotation:
I'm Going Down Mary J. Blige*
More Than a Love Song Augustana
We've Got Tonight Bob Seager
*I had to listen, because on my way to the 46th St. subway tonight, I walked by a Unisex Salon (still open at 9pm on Friday night). There were about 10-15 teenagers standing beneath the entrance light, listening to one girl throw down her version of Mary J, and she was awesome. It was so WPhil, so back in the day. I felt like such a voyeur.
Currently on rotation:
I'm Going Down Mary J. Blige*
More Than a Love Song Augustana
We've Got Tonight Bob Seager
*I had to listen, because on my way to the 46th St. subway tonight, I walked by a Unisex Salon (still open at 9pm on Friday night). There were about 10-15 teenagers standing beneath the entrance light, listening to one girl throw down her version of Mary J, and she was awesome. It was so WPhil, so back in the day. I felt like such a voyeur.
Friday, April 28, 2006
Maybe you don't know...
that sometimes you act like her mother, instead of her friend -- and not the way that I am FranMom, but the way that is like Overbearing-Backseatdriver-You'll-understand-when-you're-older Mom. We are all competent. We are all living and learning.
Also, last night was amazing. I drank 2 Golden Monkeys, now the bain of my existance, and gracefully threw up in the middle of the bar WITHOUT ANYONE NOTICING. That was so weird. Then, the guy whom I had asked to draw my portrait with my icky face (tongue sticking out, one eye scrunched) started making my face at me. It was at that moment that I told Joe we had to leave.
Also, last night was amazing. I drank 2 Golden Monkeys, now the bain of my existance, and gracefully threw up in the middle of the bar WITHOUT ANYONE NOTICING. That was so weird. Then, the guy whom I had asked to draw my portrait with my icky face (tongue sticking out, one eye scrunched) started making my face at me. It was at that moment that I told Joe we had to leave.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
ISO
I don't remember who it was the other day who asked the group, "What does 'ISO' stand for?" To which Hobag and I replied, almost in unison, "In Search Of."
This is the vocabulary of a particular group of single college grads. The grammar is comprised of life-shaping lists, verbs derived from nouns, and questions with no answers.
My ISO:
Someone who...
can do the crossword as a team
will eat all-you-can-eat buffet
sings at the top of their lungs in the middle of the bar
will notice if I am not happy
will squeeze my hand at just the right moment, or any moment
appreciates etiquette
works hard
attempts to plan
makes me feel special (cliche, I know), rather than routine
will not make me feel silly for reading children's books
wants to walk instead of drive
will teach me things that I cannot find in books.
I think that's it for now.
This is the vocabulary of a particular group of single college grads. The grammar is comprised of life-shaping lists, verbs derived from nouns, and questions with no answers.
My ISO:
Someone who...
can do the crossword as a team
will eat all-you-can-eat buffet
sings at the top of their lungs in the middle of the bar
will notice if I am not happy
will squeeze my hand at just the right moment, or any moment
appreciates etiquette
works hard
attempts to plan
makes me feel special (cliche, I know), rather than routine
will not make me feel silly for reading children's books
wants to walk instead of drive
will teach me things that I cannot find in books.
I think that's it for now.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
To my nearest and dearest:
You will never know my deepest, darkest me, because I am afraid that you will judge me beyond my level of toleration. You almost already do. All of your advice I take to heart, and it makes me and breaks me, and if you really knew, you would be sad. I want to tell you everything, but that makes me crazy to you and then I find another body to sponge me up, then it explodes. So, in her words,
You'll say you understand
But you don't understand
You'll say you'll never give up seeing eye to eye
But never is a promise and you can't afford to lie
You'll never touch these things that I hold
The skin of my emotions lies beneath my own
You'll never feel the heat of this soul
My fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown to you
In conclusion, this is why I can have "those" relationships, despite the fact that they make me swell and burst, and why "these" are the ones that provide me with chronic arthritis.
You'll say you understand
But you don't understand
You'll say you'll never give up seeing eye to eye
But never is a promise and you can't afford to lie
You'll never touch these things that I hold
The skin of my emotions lies beneath my own
You'll never feel the heat of this soul
My fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown to you
In conclusion, this is why I can have "those" relationships, despite the fact that they make me swell and burst, and why "these" are the ones that provide me with chronic arthritis.
Stupid sleep
Surprise... I am an eternal optimist. You wouldn't always know it. I sometimes try to hide it. It's that whole if-I-want-less-I-will-be-happier-with-what-I-have thing. I dunno. Sometimes it works. I sometimes deliberately leave my monitor on so that gmail may catch my eye as it rises and falls in the corner of my screen, tempting me with a snippet of something. This is what caught me tonight:
Sustaining Simple says, "Goodbye, we'll see you in Hell"...
and
Jourdan would like to be added as one of your friends...
Both were long-lost contacts. Of course, even with my blurry evening eyesight, I could read that, and I had to get up to see what it was. Apparently Sustaining Simple is dying this weekend, and Jourdan R. has resurrected himself on myspace, where he has created a digital tie with the minor celebrity, Dottie O of Newark/Glen Ridge fame, who has recently linked up with one of the Kevins, rekindling an MKA flame. I half find it cute, half vomit. Anyway, now I can't sleep, and the hours until I must rise for work (6:30ish) are quickly depleting. Blah. Commere. Entertain me. I miss you. I miss my Mister Kitty.
Sustaining Simple says, "Goodbye, we'll see you in Hell"...
and
Jourdan would like to be added as one of your friends...
Both were long-lost contacts. Of course, even with my blurry evening eyesight, I could read that, and I had to get up to see what it was. Apparently Sustaining Simple is dying this weekend, and Jourdan R. has resurrected himself on myspace, where he has created a digital tie with the minor celebrity, Dottie O of Newark/Glen Ridge fame, who has recently linked up with one of the Kevins, rekindling an MKA flame. I half find it cute, half vomit. Anyway, now I can't sleep, and the hours until I must rise for work (6:30ish) are quickly depleting. Blah. Commere. Entertain me. I miss you. I miss my Mister Kitty.
Monday, April 17, 2006
When was my last best...
meal?
The first time Kit and I went to Majestic Buffet for dinner. Fried salt and pepper shrimp. Dragon roll. Xi mi yu tou. Cold jellyfish. Beef on stick.
kiss?
That time I was in your room and I shivered afterwards. You didn't, but I did.
crush?
Ahhh... not many months ago there was a pretty good one, but I would say that before that, my favorite and most memorable was back in the day of Landua and his skateboard. What a dork I am.
breakup?
I am sure that this will be my best breakup forever in my life. We were on the way to the airport. Conversation was not our priority in that early morning. As we pulled up to your stop, I said, "Have a good vacation." You replied, "You too." "I'll see you around." "Yeah." No extraneous words, no unrequited feelings.
run?
Spring track, Colonial Hills Conference, junior year (?). I felt like an old fart, running the mile with a bunch of froshies and sophomores. It seems as though each year weeded out a few more runners from returning. I ran an even race, keeping my pace and not trying to expend too much energy in the first 800, but I really picked it up from the middle of the pack around the 1000 mark, and caught up to the girl lumbering around 8th/9th place. Three of us were close then, one girl edged quickly ahead, spurred on by the sudden competition. Big Girl and I ran next to eachother for the last 200, hugging that curve without squeezing eachother, and at the finish line, we were both huffing (well, mine has always been more of a rhythmic wheezing that sounds like the asthma that I don't have), and I leaned her out! Her coach was at the sideline next to mine, and as mine was congratulating my lean, hers was berating her for letting my torso beat hers. Ha ha.
game?
Senior year high school, last regular season field hockey game. Everyone was pulling so hard to rally, for the best possible end to the best season in years. We lost. Practically everyone was crying. Then we had to ride the bus home, with everyone bitching at everyone else. But it was the best.
party?
Our summer party in the 3941 Chestnut Brothel! I was the house Madame. I can hear our Southern Belle now: "Am I a tease?" and I replied in my head, "Yes, but only until the lights are off." Mudslides, Coladas, and slushie everythings. Honey Brown bottles. People everywhere. I don't even remember if I had a hookup that night. No doubt it must have been unmemorable, if it did exist. Sorry bub. I vaguely remember my home fries driving down for the fiesta. Pancake breakfast! That was the best. I miss being the house mom.
The first time Kit and I went to Majestic Buffet for dinner. Fried salt and pepper shrimp. Dragon roll. Xi mi yu tou. Cold jellyfish. Beef on stick.
kiss?
That time I was in your room and I shivered afterwards. You didn't, but I did.
crush?
Ahhh... not many months ago there was a pretty good one, but I would say that before that, my favorite and most memorable was back in the day of Landua and his skateboard. What a dork I am.
breakup?
I am sure that this will be my best breakup forever in my life. We were on the way to the airport. Conversation was not our priority in that early morning. As we pulled up to your stop, I said, "Have a good vacation." You replied, "You too." "I'll see you around." "Yeah." No extraneous words, no unrequited feelings.
run?
Spring track, Colonial Hills Conference, junior year (?). I felt like an old fart, running the mile with a bunch of froshies and sophomores. It seems as though each year weeded out a few more runners from returning. I ran an even race, keeping my pace and not trying to expend too much energy in the first 800, but I really picked it up from the middle of the pack around the 1000 mark, and caught up to the girl lumbering around 8th/9th place. Three of us were close then, one girl edged quickly ahead, spurred on by the sudden competition. Big Girl and I ran next to eachother for the last 200, hugging that curve without squeezing eachother, and at the finish line, we were both huffing (well, mine has always been more of a rhythmic wheezing that sounds like the asthma that I don't have), and I leaned her out! Her coach was at the sideline next to mine, and as mine was congratulating my lean, hers was berating her for letting my torso beat hers. Ha ha.
game?
Senior year high school, last regular season field hockey game. Everyone was pulling so hard to rally, for the best possible end to the best season in years. We lost. Practically everyone was crying. Then we had to ride the bus home, with everyone bitching at everyone else. But it was the best.
party?
Our summer party in the 3941 Chestnut Brothel! I was the house Madame. I can hear our Southern Belle now: "Am I a tease?" and I replied in my head, "Yes, but only until the lights are off." Mudslides, Coladas, and slushie everythings. Honey Brown bottles. People everywhere. I don't even remember if I had a hookup that night. No doubt it must have been unmemorable, if it did exist. Sorry bub. I vaguely remember my home fries driving down for the fiesta. Pancake breakfast! That was the best. I miss being the house mom.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
oh you're so trendy i want to throw up
on you.
arctic monkeys. americorps. andy milonakis. wearing tan uggs with minis...still. diets named after people or places. the editors. illegal mexicans who act like americans with rights, but are really illegal mexicans. guys who walk their dogs so they can watch girls bend over and coo. tom cruise. jennifer aniston acting in anything that is not called friends. being a paralegal. fake retro tshirts. wearing two polo shirts at the same time. three-day concert events. hips don't lie. turning casual friday into casual thursdayfriday. sonya kitchell. l&o and all of your spinoffs.
that doesn't mean i hate you.
but it probably does.
arctic monkeys. americorps. andy milonakis. wearing tan uggs with minis...still. diets named after people or places. the editors. illegal mexicans who act like americans with rights, but are really illegal mexicans. guys who walk their dogs so they can watch girls bend over and coo. tom cruise. jennifer aniston acting in anything that is not called friends. being a paralegal. fake retro tshirts. wearing two polo shirts at the same time. three-day concert events. hips don't lie. turning casual friday into casual thursdayfriday. sonya kitchell. l&o and all of your spinoffs.
that doesn't mean i hate you.
but it probably does.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Things People Have Said to Me
"Are you pregnant?"
"Your hair looks nappy."
"I'm 32, but five years ago I died, so I'm actually 27."
"I'd like to save the world's forests."
"Stop killing my buzz!"
"Isn't that your little sister?" [motioning to Kit]
"Is your name Mrs. Teletubby?"
"Men don't use lotion."
"Your hair looks nappy."
"I'm 32, but five years ago I died, so I'm actually 27."
"I'd like to save the world's forests."
"Stop killing my buzz!"
"Isn't that your little sister?" [motioning to Kit]
"Is your name Mrs. Teletubby?"
"Men don't use lotion."
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Attila the Hun
Last night I met Attila the Hun at Millcreek Tavern. He was very polite about telling me that I was very attractive, and that my parents created a beautiful combination. [wretch, but gentlemanly] Mind you, I was having an ugly day yesterday, not having dried my hair after swimming and wearing my basketball team shirt and almost too-white jeans. I told him that I was waiting for someone, though I was not, and proceded to sit at the bar and stare at the wall.
This is the best part. He told me that he was in town talking to publishers about the book he had finished while living in Atlanta. I engaged him. I asked him what it was about.
This is what he said:
"A little telekinetics, a bit of metaphysics, and some psychology. But I don't want to let out too much until I'm sure the book is a go."
I lost a winner that evening.
This is the best part. He told me that he was in town talking to publishers about the book he had finished while living in Atlanta. I engaged him. I asked him what it was about.
This is what he said:
"A little telekinetics, a bit of metaphysics, and some psychology. But I don't want to let out too much until I'm sure the book is a go."
I lost a winner that evening.
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