Saturday, December 04, 2004

That Song Sure Is Vermillion!

What the hell Blogger? I've been trying to write a goddamn post for the past 30 minutes and you wouldn't let me. You know I don't have enough patience for this shit. I wish I was tired right now because I'm bored out of my mind, but I think maybe, just MAYBE the two glasses of Pepsi and cup of coffee I had a little bit earlier have something to do with this lack of tiredness. It's possible.

I didn't change out of my pajamas all day. That means I can definitly check today off as a success. I went to go get cigarettes earlier around 10:00 pm in my sweatpants and hoodie. Everyone else there was all dressed up going out for the night. I fit right in. I spent $12 at the gas station. $12? What's wrong with me? I go in for cigarettes, and I come out with 2 packs of P-Funks, a goddamn liter a' cola, some chips and two Charleston Chews (not both for me, mind you. One was for Emily's power studying). This money I got is going to be gone before I know. Which is great considering I owe Beebs $90 for our parents Christmas present, $40 to Kerianne for the Rufus ticket she so kindly bought for me and $60 to my mom for shoes I'm getting and other money I borrowed. I also need to buy Emily a 21st birthday present (ideas? anyone? please help a bitch out here. I'm desperate) and a small Christmas present for J.P and Keri even though we swore off presents to each other. Don't you wish I was your big sister?

One of my annoying habits as Emily's roommate is saying things that I know will either freak her out or piss her off. Like when she thought that a strand of thread on her floor was a bug. She made me "inspect" it, and realizing it's just thread, I scream "It's a spider!" (which she is deathly afraid of). She took off running when I said that. Or when she was avoiding this guy Don because she didn't want to use her her fake ID to buy him beer with her birthday so close. He has a habit of just stopping by sometimes and Emily was afraid he was going to do that. I'm outside on the balconey have a cigarette and I say "Oh shit, Miller's walking down the parking lot." I just love seeing the reaction of horror on her face for that split second before I start laughing and she knows I'm lying. This backfired one time when I saw the mouse for the first time and went hysterical. She said, "I thought you were kidding at first because you always fuck around like that, but then I could see the look of horror on your face. And you always put your hand over your mouth when you're scared and you were doing that, so I knew you weren't kidding." Ok, anyways, this is probably not funny to you, I'm sure it's one of those "you had to be theres", but I have a point. Today I did that to her, replying to her question of "My debit card will work, right? I never use it" saying "Probably not. You know how bad your credit is." I laughed at this (because I am very VERY lame and easily amused by myself) and turned around to go into my room, smashing into the wall, and breaking my foot on the goddamn wicker basket in our hallway that holds the People magazines. Good lord did it hurt. I think Emily laughed for a good 10 minutes, at least. I was in agony for those same 10 minutes. My toe still hurts. Lesson learned? Stop trying to be a smartass. You aren't funny and only amuse yourself. Then you smash into walls. Not fun at all kids, not fun at all.

What a pointless story, huh? I think I bored myself even typing all that out.

Some last comments:
- Hey Bill, thanks so much for that song! I fucking loved it and can't wait to tell all my closet friends about it! Just name the favor buddy, and you got it. I definitly owe you one.
- I found the song by myself, asshole. But really, thanks for following through on what you say you're going to do. Thanks a lot.
- Jenn I hope you got some much needed sleep. You were starting to scare me earlier. You made me feel really funny though because you were going bonkers at everything I said. And remember, my eyes and ears are here for you anytime lady.
- Good lord do I regret staying in tonight. I'm going out tomorrow, come hell or high water.
- I'm seeing Garden State with Emjo on Tuesday. It's at the Campus Cinema. Fuck yeah bitches.
- After Wednesday night, I will be home free of school for 6 weeks. But before I can start the celebration, I have 3 finals, one paper due and one project due that I haven't started yet. Anyone like to trade lives for a week? Anyone? It's for a new show called College Kid-Swap. You get to live in your own apartment with the fabulous Emjo, eat spaghettios 5 nights a week, take my finals for me, watch a lot of tv and just have tons and tons of college life fun! Ignore the small print.
- I hate Brooke Shields. With a bloody passion. I think she is ugly and cannot stand her eyebrows. However, she did manage to have one of the cutest baby girls ever (besides Brittney I mean). I really hope, for Rowan's sake, those eyebrows aren't inherited.
- One last thing to Bill: I bet I can pronouce those weird PA (pah) town names right. And I won't make you give me the $5 if you can tell me why it's the Windy City. Bring it on, bitch.
- Would someone like to teach me how you link something in your blog, but change the address into a word? Like if I wanted to show you the new coat I'm getting, I could link it with the word(s) "Sgt. Pepper"? You know what I'm saying? Then I could be all cool and tech-savvy. Or something.
- My new favorite word: vermillion. It means a reddish-orangeish hue, so I guess you could describe a sunset as vermillion. Now if that isn't a word that comes up in everyday conversation, I don't know what is. Download the song Vermillion by The Album Leaf. It's an instrumental and I feel like I should be on Ectsacy with a glow stick dancing to it (or maybe I don't know the rave world like I think I do), but goddamn is it catchy. I love it.
- I think I'm going to make up my own definition for vermillion since I can't use it that often. How about if vermillion means "the bees knees" or "the hippest thing around" or "motherfucking awesome"? Much better.

I'm outta heeeeeeeeeeeeere. Bitches.


8 comments:

Bill B. said...

Actually Chicago's first nickname that was used was the Garden City (the Motto Urbs in Horto, meaning city in a garden). However the first known instance that the term windy city was growing in popularity was Sept 19 1885 when the Cleveland Gazette ran an editorial entitled: "From the Windy City: Judge Foote’s Civil Right decision". This shows that the name had already been in quite some use as it would be used all the way in Cleveland. However to get to the point it is believed that the term Windy City was originated by the Chicago Tribune in the 1870's or early 1880's to promote the city as a summer resort, using the cool breeze of the lake as the basis of it's attraction.
You may be talking about how the name windy is derived from the politician's long winded and boastful speech......this is just heresay. And also Charles Dana who is sometimes credited as the first person to come up with the nickname was NOT the first to use. There are instances long before him of it in paper headlines. Now no 5 dolla for you!

Katie said...

Douche bag, it doesn't count if you looked up an answer online. A wrong answer, at that. Anyone could do that. Plus, that is bullshit about being called the Windy City to promote the "light breeze off the lake for vacations." Wouldn't it be the Breezy City then? I wouldn't want to visit a windy place for vacation. Being "windy" doesn't sound inviting at all. We are the Windy City because of the politicans, not because of the weather. Anything that tells you otherwise is a goddamn lie. So shove that $5 up your ass.

Bill B. said...

From Webster's Dictionary
Breeze = A light current of air; a gentle WIND.
Gosh your city was nothing more than a mere journalistic craphole. The variation of the Windy City nickname in which you're placing the politicians came about many more years after the presses first started using it to describe the city. I'm not sure, but I believe it was just used to mimmick the politicians. However it was used way before this. They should call it the Cousin Balki City. That show put Chi-Town on the map.

Iskander said...

So I totally feel your pain on the running into the wall incident. There was this one time in high school, a friend of mine made a really harsh burn on me, a joke about my mom or something, I can't really remember. What I DO remember is coming up with the best comeback ever, and mid delivery falling flat on my ass in the middle of the street. The worst was that I got everyones attention first so they would hear my amazing comeback, so they all got a perfect view. I fell bass ackwards onto my bookbag full of cds (cause I sure has hell never carried anything but cds or food with me) and smashed all the cases. I'm lying there on the street, all my friends laughing histerically. I didn't even say anything, I just lied there. And as the laughter died down, this little old lady came along and offered to help me up say "are you okay sweetie?". That was the icing on the "fell on my ass in the street cake". Oh, and I'm not a totally random weird dude, I found your blog after you left a nice comment about my crotch story.

Ariel said...

I posted a comment for your Friday post just now so, read it, bitch. I found that story funny and not pointless because I do it too, like just fuck with people. I think I'm the worst to Jason with it. Like one time I had him believing I got a tattoo and he hates them haha. I make him think I'm crying sometimes too when I'm really not, I think he's caught on to that one though. Anyway, If you can't amuse yourself what's the point right? I want to be on College Kid Swap!! I'll be the vermillion of the school! (Did that make sense? because it did to me)

Ariel said...

Oh, and, why didn't you comment on my blog? Huh huh, bitch?

Jenn said...

Katie, my lack of sleep has caught up to me and taken a toll on my body. So I've haven't commented. Forgive me please. I just want to say that your last two posts had me cracking up. You're the bestest dork ever! I still laughed really loud when you hit your head on the light at Applebees, but these last two posts are close runners up. You're right up there with Mr. Mulgrew on the entertaining blogs. Too bad I'm not funny. But that's what we have you for! I'm mad that you erased my comment on your picture. You could have damn typed what I said, but nooo! It takes time to log in and comment damnit. Love you lady!

Jenn said...

Katie, my lack of sleep has caught up to me and taken a toll on my body. So I've haven't commented. Forgive me please. I just want to say that your last two posts had me cracking up. You're the bestest dork ever! I still laughed really loud when you hit your head on the light at Applebees, but these last two posts are close runners up. You're right up there with Mr. Mulgrew on the entertaining blogs. Too bad I'm not funny. But that's what we have you for! I'm mad that you erased my comment on your picture. You could have damn typed what I said, but nooo! It takes time to log in and comment damnit. Love you lady!