I'm only on page 98 of the Salman Rushdie book out of 450. This is not going as planned. It's not that it's THAT hard to read, it's just not THAT easy. At this rate I could be 35 by the time I finish it. But it will be worth it, right? It better be because I could have read three books in the amount of time I've already put into this one. Dang a rang.
I cannot stop eating today at work. I've had a bowlful of cantaloupe, a bag of Kellogg's Special K cereal, a turkey sandwich, a small bag of Doritos and animal crackers and just now I'm eating a Three Musketeers. And it's barely 6:oo. If I didn't know for sure I wasn't pregnant (praise the lord!) I'd be a little worried right now. I better get this out of my system now though - me and Keri are going on a super diet starting September 1st for the entire month. Will I actually be able to drag my fat ass onto the treadmill and stop drinking beer? Most likely not on the latter, but I better cause I will NOT lose this contest to Keri. I'm gonna be eating so many carrots my skins gonna turn orange.
Guess who finally got their very first car, at the ripe old age of 23? That would be me, bitches. It's a brand new 1995 Pontiac Bonneville with only 146,000 miles on it! With no cd player! And it kinda smells like a wet dog inside! The sellers, who I call Mom and Dad (no relation), drove a hard baragin, but I drove off in that sweet new ride, so really, who got the better deal here. Freedom. Finally.
My friend Catherine turned 21 last night, so me and my sister met up with our friends at the bar "for one beer", which of course turned into us not coming home until 4:00 am. While at the second bar of the night, and in the middle of me and my sister DOMINATING at bags (yes they have a set of bags in the bar, no I don't know why) I started talking to this guy who I had noticed looking at me once or twice. As soon as he starts talking, I realize he has a lisp. A fucking lisp. I realize this is not his fault, he was born with it or something, but really, a lisp? There's nothing more discerning (am I using that word right?) that hearing a guy say something to you for the first time in a lisp. I'm sure I'm coming off as judgemental, or bitchy, but you know you all think the same thing, just admit it. Lisps. I can't do it.
Thank god football season is starting soon because the White Sox are just depressing me. I went to a game last Friday and there was more Red Sox fans there than White Sox fans, it was pathetic. I mean, I still love them, but why are they making it so fucking hard right now. Rex Grossman, make sports exciting for me again. September 9th, hurry the fuck up.
No work tomorrow to go to Jazz Fest, so excited. Next Saturday, seeing the Frames again with Keri. Even more excited.
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Glad to hear I'm not the only one who had to trudge through that book! It's the going back over and over to figure out who the characters are! I am currently "taking a break" from The Satanic Verses, and it is an easier read than Midnights Children! egads. Also, the word you were looking for is "disconcerting" :P
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