Thursday, July 27, 2006

The Sun Is Up, The Sky Is Blue

1. I am horribly, horribly bored at work. Come on, doesn't anyone want to send their family a present? Fax something? Make 300 copies? Annoy the shit out of me because you don't have the zip code? Goddamnit.

2. My mom told me she'd match my payments on my school loans that I have to start paying back in November if I quit smoking. She chose the exact moment to tell me this while I was in the bathroom. Doesn't that conversation deserve a sit down? Or a knock on my bedroom door? No, it does not. It deserves to be told through the bathroom door. So now, granted that I quit come November, I'll be done with my loans in 7 1/2 years instead of 15. Sometimes, sometimes my mom is alright. Not most of the time, but she has her moments.

3. I am not going to Lollapalooza. Why? Because I mean, then I'd have to miss my block party. Plus I wouldn't get to see the cover band I'm obsessed with on Friday. I mean, both of those things totally equal out to seeing the Ranconteurs, the Frames, Ryan Adams, My Morning Jacket and all those other lameass bands I wanted to see. I'm totally not bitter!

4. I don't even want to start talking about the White Sox because they make me so fucking angry, but something needs to be said. You have made me severly angry these past two weeks. Mark Buerhle, I bought your shirt because I loved you. You and the rest of the team, save for Jon Garland, are not reciprocating that love. Maybe this wouldn't suck so much ass for me if I didn't watch every game like it was Game 7 of the World Series, but jesus christ. Get your fucking act together and win some goddamn ball games. Ok, I feel better.

5. I lost some more weight, now a total of 16 pounds. Seriously, who knew that eating less made you lose weight. GENIUS. I weigh in tomorrow, and it's not going to be pretty, since I've gone to the bar about 54 times in the past week, plus haven't been able to stop eating the past two days, but one setback is ok. I can deal with that. Keri and I have a goal of losing 10 more pounds by her birthday August 20th. I need her around more often to talk me out of Burger King like she did last night.

6. At the bar Tuesday I had a goal of talking to this guy I have a crush on, the keyboardist of the cover band I love. I finally did it, and invited him to my friend's block party this Saturday and offered him my number "just incase he wanted to stop by Saturday". I have BALLS, man. I was so proud of myself, I've never been that forward before. Not like I was being creepy-forward (at least I hope not), but I really hope he calls. And yes I am just setting myself up for a big disappointment, but for the moment we're keeping the faith, aight? Cross your fingers bitches.

7. Still no library card. I know how worried some of you were, so I just wanted to update you. I called the library and they said "there's only one person making all the cards." How many people can possibly be applying for Alsip library cards at one time that there is a two month wait to get one? I've been bookless for too long and my reading skills are really slipping. No one bother leaving a comment, I won't be able to understand it anyways.

8. Last night I only had to spend $4.50 on one pitcher of beer. The rest Keri and I got for free from our bouncer friend Mike and a guy named Steve, who has a mad crush on Keri but is at least 37 years old. But hey, he's the singer in a band that's really popular in our neighborhood, and pretty much a celebrity (Lindsay Lohan!) to me, so you go girl. Anybody who buys me beer is alright in my book.

9. It's almost August. Shit bitch, I gotta look for a new job soon. I am very excited about that. I think it's starting to hit me that I'm not going back to NIU and everytime I think of it, I get a pit in my stomach. Funs over kid. Get a real job.

10. Last minute ramblings: Twenty minutes left of work. And I really want a cigarette but I know as soon as I light it someone'll come in. Jenn, seriously, what the fuck. Blog already or I'll slice you. I know I haven't left comments anywhere in forever, but it's just because I'm a really terrible person, so there you go. I'm exicited to go to the bar tonight for $1.25 bottles and to hang out with my sister (because I haven't done that in like, 11 hours). Never have I ever.... had an underage sister that makes me dance at the bar to Papa was a Rolling Stone when no one else is.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Best Book Of All Time

To Kill a Mockingbird.

If you don't like this book, there is something seriously wrong with you.

Monday, July 10, 2006

This Machine Kills Fascists

Still no motherfucking library card. Do you think libraries have a system like the police do, where they can look up my name and see my habit of book-borrowing-and-not-returning-for-seven-months? Cause in that case I'm screwed.

This past week has been the longest week of my life. I felt like I was celebrating America and Freedom and the Consitution for 3 months or something. Not that I didn't have fun drinking Wednesday through Tuesday, but what happens the year the 4th is on a Thursday or Friday? Do we start the Friday before? If you love America I guess you would. And if you don't love America you're a terrorist.

Keri, her friend Amy and I went to ISU Saturday night to say goodbye to their friend who's moving to Vegas. We played Flippy Cup and naturally it was O'D's vs the World again and we dominated. Maybe we didn't win every single time, but you're goddamn right I'm going to play it off like we did. Then tonight we were both swimming at my friend Diana's house (Keri pretty much follows me around where ever I go) and we played bags against Diana and Steve aka O'D's vs the World again. And we won, naturally. I'm almost positive we would have beat France in the World Cup, if given the chance. And yes I do realize I'm bragging about winning Flippy Cup and bags, but its hard not to when you're this awesome. I'm so glad I don't have a lack of self-esteem.

I'm still in Weight Watchers and slowly but surely the fat is coming off. I've lost 10 pounds so far and though I still have a ways to go, the motivation of my jeans fitting is almost too much for me to handle. WHO KNEW THEY WERE ACTUALLY SUPPOSED TO BE COMFORTABLE? I am finally beginning to understand why people wear them willingly when you could be wearing sweatpants instead. I mean don't get me wrong, I'll still never do that, but it's nice to know I have the option now.

Earlier tonight Keri asked if I "had any designs on Steve". Apparently that meant "do you like him". Have designs? What the fuck is that. I think she made it up, but she insists she didn't. Has anyone ever heard that saying? Even if you have, just say no anyways so she feels stupid. I feel better about myself when putting people down, so help me out here.

There's a Woody Guthrie documentary on PBS this Wednesday. Woody was Bobby D's inspiration and hero, therefore making him my inspiration and hero also. I mean I don't REALLY aspire to trapise about the country writing folk songs about America and politics, rough it during the Depression, be buddies with Pete Seeger, have a son named Arlo and die of Huntington's disease, but if that's the way things work out I'm down. This land is your land, bitches.