Friday, March 14, 2008

Fifty-Four Minutes

I had 118 pages left in my book to finish reading at work today. I thought it'd last me all day but I was done by 3:30. What the hell am I supposed to do now. Christ on a crucifix I'm bored.

I found my camera. Even though I hadn't seen it in two weeks I wasn't freaking out about losing it because I hadn't really looked for it yet. On Saturday I was driving with my mom and mentioned how I had lost it. She has this smile on her face and says, well did you try looking in the closet? "The closet" is in the kitchen and is where my mom hides things on me that I've left out for too long. Goddamnit mom, I'm thinking here for two weeks that I've lost it, but I hadn't lost it, you were just HIDING IT ON ME. Good lord that woman drives me crazy. I may love the shit out of her but she drives me up a goddamn wall like nobody else. Maybe I should learn to put my things away? Because I am 23 years old? And should know better? Or I could just get annoyed with my mom. That seems like the more likely solution.

A girl just walked past the store wearing a skirt. It always makes me laugh how Chicago seems to come alive and undress at the same time when the weather finally cracks 50 degrees for the first time in months. Windows rolled down, flip-flops on, forget about the sweaters IT'S 50 DEGREES! If only I wasn't stuck in this godforsaken store and could actually enjoy it. God I can't wait for spring. And to be out of work at 7:00.

Some old dude just came in, and after I gave him his receipt said, "Last time I came in you were curled up in the back taking a nap." Caught, on the job, sleeping. Not really sleeping, more like just being a lazy fuck. Could be worse, right? At least I wasn't masterbating OR WAS I.

Keri and I, with our boyfriends and some other friends went to see the Dropkick Murphys on Wednesday and then both died Thursday morning when we had to go to work. It was an awesome concert, considering I didn't know any of the songs save for Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced and Amazing Grace on the bagpipes which I love love love with a passion. Keri and I were really annoying throughout the concert, continuosly yelling "YOU'RE IN MY SEAT" to whoever was in front of us at the general admission, standing room only show. But it was funny to us. It's kind of detrimental for us to hang out together because we can be doing something that is extremely NOT funny everybody else but we're making each other laugh so we keep doing it. Over and over. A couple Sundays ago we were at her boyfriend's house and Keri was making up songs on Pat's guitar. You know, songs about black people and asian people having kids, aka "blasians" (My dad is Danny Glover, my mom is Kristi Yamaguchi, put 'em both together and you get a blasian!) and No Buttsex on the Sabbath (Wait to Saturday, wait til Saturday as not to piss off Yahweh). This went on for a good three or four hours and I laughed the entire time. Wow, do we sound like a riot together or what. I'm making us look bad here, but we're really fun girls! Or at least we think so. I'm gonna shut up now.

My Brother Bear comes home today and I am super duper excited. It'll be the first time he's home since January and the first time my whole family can celebrate him being 21. Awhile ago I was telling my mom we needed to have a family drinking night at the bar when J.P gets home cause he can finally go to the bars with us and she asks, do we always have to drink when we hang out as a family? Yes mom, we do, especially when it's called FAMILY DRINKING NIGHT. We don't play no Scrabble on our family nights WE DRINK TIL WE PASS OUT. Not really. More like til when the beer runs out and we have no other choice. Same thing!

The parade was....awesome. As always. Can't wait til next year.

Friday, March 07, 2008

It Always Comes Back To This

I'm seeing Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova (the Swell Season) in concert. I'M SEEING THE FUCKING SWELL SEASON IN CONCERT. I've seen Glen before with his band the Frames but oh my god. This is about equal to me seeing Dylan or Rufus Wainwright for the first time, the I!-might!-pee!-my!-pants!-I'm!-so! excited! Too bad I have to wait until June 18th. JUNE 18TH. Why the hell did tickets have to go on sale so damn early. This is only going to cause four months of butterflies in my stomach because I am that excited. The Swell Season! Can't fucking wait.

I got my sweet-ass tax return last week and holy lord was it a lot of money. Well probably not a lot of money for people who have actual jobs, but a lot of money for me, considering I have a fake job. The type of job where I get pissed if it's busy and I can't read at least 100 pages of my book. You know what this money means? I'm having a good ol' time in Vegas baby, when I go in April. It may be gone in 25 minutes but it'll be fun while it lasts.

I got my hair cut a few weeks ago, probably shorter than I've ever had it in my entire life. I also got bangs. Do you have any idea how much thought I put into the idea of these bangs? You'd never even guess because the answer would be absurd and I would be ashamed. I was terrified to get them because the last time I had them, probably in seventh grade, they would curl all funky on me if I didn't straighten or dry them with a hair dryer. This time, about a decade later, they just dry magically straight without me having to mess with them at all (we'll see how well they work once I have to deal with humidity though). They're more side-swept bangs, but nonetheless they are bangs and they dry. Straight. Without me doing anything. Does this excite anybody else except for me? No? Well you SHOULD be excited because it's considered a miracle. Seriously - ask Benedict.

I bought an album on a whim a couple weeks ago from this band called The Helio Sequence. The "if you bought _____, you'll like _____" part of iTunes is probably the best thing since.....ever. I can't even thing of a simile for it here because come on, is sliced bread really THAT great. But anyways, the album, Keep Your Eyes Ahead by the Helio Sequence is as delicious as the "if you bought _____, you'll like _____" part of iTunes. (That'll be the new simile from now on, but must shorten it somehow.) It's all I've listened to for the past three weeks. I am not exaggereating. It's only 37 minutes long and as soon as it's over I just start it again. I think about hearing the first song, Lately, and get all jittery cause I want to hear it so bad, IT'S THAT GOOD. I need to get a life.

I'm here at work where it's T-minus 100 minutes until my weekend starts and I'm off until Tuesday. This weekend is the Southside's Christmas because it's the Southside Irish Parade on Sunday. It's pretty much all we talk about after New Year's Eve because it's our next big holiday. It's supposed to be cold Sunday which blows, but really who notices when you're drunk all day anyways.

I was really sick all last week, my twice yearly so-tired-and-achy-I-can't-get-out-of-bed-for two-days-sickness. I was feeling a tad better by Wedensday and went to see The Kite Runner with my mom and her friend at this art center we have by my house. I had a dry cough, but it had only really been bad when I was laying down in bed, I hadn't had any coughing attacks or anything of the sort yet. I had just bought some cough drops and had those and a bottle of water with me in case things got bad but I really wasn't worried about it. (Like cough drops do shit anyways, I think it just made me feel better to have them.) But wouldn't you know it, as soon as the goddamn movie started I couldn't stop coughing. I lasted for about 45 minutes, sweating and coughing my balls off, trying to muffle the cough with my shirt, sucking down cough drops like it was my job and drinking the water to no avail. Finally I couldn't handle it anymore and told my mom "I have to leave, I can't take it anymore". She says to me, "Did you try the cough drops?" OH, THE COUGH DROPS. HOW SILLY OF ME. OF COURSE! WHY HADN'T I THOUGHT OF THAT. THE COUGH DROPS! Christ on a cracker mom, really? I mean I love my mom and everything but sometimes I really wonder what she thinks before she says something. LIKE I HADN'T TRIED USING THE FUCKING COUGH DROPS TO STOP COUGHING. My mom - what the hell would I do without her.

I think I lost my camera. That kind of blows. Understatement of the year.