Does anyone even read this anymore? Doubtful, but I'm going to waste my time anyways. I used to re-read my old posts all the time at my old job when I was bored but since I started my new one back in July, I hardly ever do. I've had nothing to do for the past few days so have been reading them and realized how much I love doing that because I wrote about shit that I would've never remembered had I not typed them down. So, this blog is basically purely for selfish reasons. Just had to get that out of the way in case you were wondering. Which you weren't. But I pretended anyways.
I'm still loving my new job, which I guess I can stop calling it that since I've been there almost six months now. I've gotten two raises already - who wouldn't love a job like that. My co-workers are awesome and have become more like friends, albeit friends that harass each other all day everyday - it's the only way we know how to get shit done. I may get made fun of for being a Southsider (everyone else is from the Northside) on a daily basis, but I can put up with that because I have FUN at my job. Who can say that? I look forward to going in because I know I'll laugh my ass off all day. I may still get incredible road rage coming home at least twice a week when I get stuck in traffic but it's a small price to pay. Not really because it's insane how bad traffic will make me so fucking crabby, but it can't all be sunshine and rainbows. I never thought I'd have a job I enjoy going to, but I do. I'm lucky yo.
One thing that's made the commute a tiny bit more plausible? My new car and the Sirius radio that came with it. Not having to listen to commercials or search endlessly while there seems to be only shitty songs on has made life a little bit more worth living. I'm not dramatic at all! It may suck making payments each month on my 2009 Ford Focus (which I can no longer say is from the future, what a shame) but mother of god, that Sirius radio is the SHIT. Especially channel 26, Left of Center Rock. I love you Jake Fogelnest!
I had a boyfriend for a few months, then lost him. It was great for a month but at the end it was like talking to a brick wall. A brick wall that doesn't acknowledge when you talk or even attempt to laugh at my stories. Pretty typical brick wall-ness I guess. Not crying over that guy, that's for sure. The only part I'm pissed about? He was tall! So damn tall! I could've worn stilts and still not have been as tall as him. If only I could have been fine with talking to myself for the rest of my life, it could've been beautiful. I think I'll give it a few more years before I start lowering my standards that much.
I went to a cousin's wedding in St. Louis back in October. Me and my brother and sister thought this wedding would be super lame because it was for my dad's side, and this particular family, his sister's, is ultra-conservative. As in, they really believed Sarah Palin was right for the job and will vote for anybody basically because they are anti-abortion. All of this equalled lameness for the wedding but it was not the case. Not the case at all. The other side of the family was fucking awesome and we drank all weekend with them. Plus there was one really cute cousin. What happens in St. Louis stays in St. Louis, right? So now I need more of my cousins to get married. Pronto. Forget that I'm the oldest cousin and am as far away from getting married as you can get, you younger ones, GET ON IT.
I went to Grant Park on Election Night for Obama's rally and it was so super cool to be there to actually witness history happening. I was nowhere near the stage, I was in the other section of the park just watching the results on jumbo-trons but it was still awesome to at least BE there. I may have been tired as fuck the next day for work, but it was worth it. What would have made it more worth it was seeing Brad Pitt there. Dang. Next time.
Christmas and New Years was great. My family spent a week in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan skiing/drinking for Christmas. It had been forever since we took a road trip like that and I hope the next one is in forever too. We had a fucking blast, but I could do without being crammed in the car for eight hours straight. For New Year's Eve I went to a party with Keri and her boyfriend Pat and J.P and his girlfriend Erin. At first I was wary of going but Pat promised me there'd be dudes there and not only couples so I went and had a good time. Also made out hardcore with the only other single dude there. Good thing that worked out or I woulda been pissed at Pat. Can't take me anywhere.
The Bears season was abysmal. All we had to do was beat the goddamn Texans and we would've been in the play-offs. Absolutely tragic. I went to a game a few weeks ago, a Thursday night game versus the Saints, the only game where a kick-off was returned for a touchdown and I missed it because we weren't in our seats yet. Motherfucker. At least they won though. I'm 2 for 2 in games these past two seasons where they go into overtime. I should probably go to all the games from now on. Or the Bears should JUST FUCKING WIN WHEN THEY NEED TO. God, it sounds so simple doesn't it. If only.
And lastly, a convo I had with my mom yesterday while I was putting away the dishes in the dishwasher:
Mom: Aw Kate! Thank you!
Me: I'm done for the year now.
Mom: God, the guy who marries you in gonna have to be a strong guy.
Me: Yeah he is. I ain't marrying no pussy.
Mom: That's my girl.
I'm glad we got that cleared up.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Lolla, Cubs, Bitchings Vol. 1 & 2, Sox
I finally did it. I bought a motherfucking ticket for Lollapalooza and it was probably the best thing I've ever done for myself. Except for the whole I-almost-passed-out-from-the-heat during Duffy's set (for real - I started seeing black spots everywhere and was basically like Frank from Old School pushing people out of the way when he gets shot with a tranquilizer because I needed to get to some shade and could barely see) BUT BESIDES THAT it was awesome. I had to pick between Bloc Party and the Raconteurs which killed me, but ended up seeing Bloc Party mainly because I'd already seen the Raconteurs about one and a half years ago, plus Bloc Party was playing on the same stage as Radiohead, thus saving myself a good 30 minute walk - it was too goddamn hot and humid out to do any unnecessary movement. It ended up totally working out in my benefit because Bloc Party was GREAT. They played Modern Love, Banquet, Helicopter and Hunting for Witches among others - totally worth seeing them over Jack White and Co. I thought. Seeing Bloc Party made me even pumped to see the even more famous U.K band playing after them, Radiohead. There was 75,000 people jammed onto the field to see them but I still had enough room to dance like idiot because, that's what I do best bitches. Radiohead was awesome. Mother fucking awesome. They played both songs I was dying to hear off the new album, House of Cards and All I Need, plus my other favorites Airbag, No Surprises, Natural Anthem and Idioteque. I've always liked Radiohead, but had never exactly sought out tickets to see them live. You can bet your bottom dollar I'm never gonna miss them again though. I talked them up so much that my brother just texted me today saying he bought tickets to see them tomorrow, Monday, in Ohio. Lucky bastard - I'd give my right arm to see them again. So, it took me four fucking years to finally go to Lollapalooza (and it's right in my backyard, that's embarrassing) butI finally did it. Thank you Duffy, the Black Keys, Bloc Party and Radiohead for making it worth my time and money, but next time, Duffy? Try not to play so early in the day on a stage making me face directly into the sun, k? Thanks girl.
I started my new job, which I love, love, love with a passion two weeks ago and just found out this past week that the owner takes everyone to a Cubs game every year, a rooftop Cubs game that is. (Some of the apartments across the street from Wrigley Field rent them out and you can watch the game from up there, with free food and beer, it's actually pretty cool, and that's coming from a diehard Sox fan.) So I didn't really want to go, since I'd be at Lollapalooza all day Friday and with the game being at 12:05 Saturday, I knew I'd be wiped out and just too lazy to go. But I sucked it up, thinking it would probably be the right thing to go, being one of the new employees and all - I don't want to do anything to fuck this job up. So I went, I was a big girl and took the train all by myself, and I got wasted. I didn't do anything that makes me embarrassed to go in tomorrow by any means, but it was still weird to be drunk in front of my new co-workers. Especially co-workers who are 50 years old with white hair, look older than your 55 year old parents, who tell you they want to take you and that they're a "good catch - never been married, no kids and own my own house". That's great buddy but there's probably a REASON you've never been married. He was definitely good for a few free beers and shots though, and I don't have to see him hardly ever since he's just an installer and never comes into the office. But anyways, you have no idea how much shit I got from friends and my brother for going to this game. I couldn't bring myself to wear a Sox shirt because I hate when I'm at Comiskey and some douche bag is wearing a Cubs shirt when they aren't playing the Cubs, but some of my other Sox fan co-workers are ballsier than me so I stuck my them all night. So I may have gone to a Cubs game, my first Cubs game, mind you, but I am not a traitor, I'm not moving to the Northside and I'm not losing your number J.P SO SHUT UP.
Things That Make Me Go Apeshit, Vol. One
I went to a wedding shower today for my cousin Gene and his fiancee Colleen. When you read that sentence, you probably pronounced "Colleen" the right way, they only way it is pronounced, like "Cah-lean". No, this girl pronounces it "Co-lean". I thought maybe at first she spelled it with one L, or one E or something but it's not. This really enrages me. It's like me insisting I'm not "Kay-tee", it's "Kah-tee". You just can't change the whole pronunciation of your name, says me. We really need to work this out before the wedding in October or else there just might be a beatdown in the church I'M NOT KIDDING.
Things That Make Me Go Apeshit, Vol. Two
A few weeks ago, when I was still at the UPS Store, my co-worker Kathy was listening to the oldies station, a station I can't stand because I hate Elvis and all that other shit that classifies as an oldies song. This station claims to be "the true oldies" station all the time. All the fucking time, it's their tag line or whatever. So this "true oldies station" plays an Eddie Money song, Take Me Home Tonight. Them playing this song stops me in my tracks, no. 1, because I like to get mad about stupid shit and no. 2, because I know for a fact Eddie wasn't around in the late 1950's and early 60's making music already. So because I am seemingly predisposed to raising my blood pressure over shit like this and not all the other injustices in the world like Darfur, I look up when this song came out, and it was in 1986. Nineteen FUCKING EIGHTY-SIX. How do you have the balls to call yourself the "true oldies station" but play a song from the 80's? I'm getting seriously pissed all over again. Thank god I have a new job where my boss listen to the rap/hip-hop station and I hear the stupid fucking "Don't Stress" song by who knows and "I Kissed a Girl" 9000 times a day! Upgrade!
Once in awhile when I get bored, mainly when I was working at the store and I'd read my old blog entries when I had nothing else to read. I tend to read October of 2005 more often because it was the month the Sox won the World Series. Seriously, reading that month gets me all excited and happy, almost as if it's happening all over again. I always remember that it was awesome when they won of course, but reading my entires from that whole month, when I obviously had no idea it was going to end as sweetly as it did just makes it all the more.....awesomer? I have no idea where I'm going with this, I just love it. With us offcially out of first place for the first time all summer, the World Series may not happen again, but at least I have October of '05 to read whenever I get down about the Sox losing. Blogger, saving Katie from suicide every baseball season.
It's been eons, my apologies. Not like you care anyways. I won't be so long in between hellos next time.
I started my new job, which I love, love, love with a passion two weeks ago and just found out this past week that the owner takes everyone to a Cubs game every year, a rooftop Cubs game that is. (Some of the apartments across the street from Wrigley Field rent them out and you can watch the game from up there, with free food and beer, it's actually pretty cool, and that's coming from a diehard Sox fan.) So I didn't really want to go, since I'd be at Lollapalooza all day Friday and with the game being at 12:05 Saturday, I knew I'd be wiped out and just too lazy to go. But I sucked it up, thinking it would probably be the right thing to go, being one of the new employees and all - I don't want to do anything to fuck this job up. So I went, I was a big girl and took the train all by myself, and I got wasted. I didn't do anything that makes me embarrassed to go in tomorrow by any means, but it was still weird to be drunk in front of my new co-workers. Especially co-workers who are 50 years old with white hair, look older than your 55 year old parents, who tell you they want to take you and that they're a "good catch - never been married, no kids and own my own house". That's great buddy but there's probably a REASON you've never been married. He was definitely good for a few free beers and shots though, and I don't have to see him hardly ever since he's just an installer and never comes into the office. But anyways, you have no idea how much shit I got from friends and my brother for going to this game. I couldn't bring myself to wear a Sox shirt because I hate when I'm at Comiskey and some douche bag is wearing a Cubs shirt when they aren't playing the Cubs, but some of my other Sox fan co-workers are ballsier than me so I stuck my them all night. So I may have gone to a Cubs game, my first Cubs game, mind you, but I am not a traitor, I'm not moving to the Northside and I'm not losing your number J.P SO SHUT UP.
Things That Make Me Go Apeshit, Vol. One
I went to a wedding shower today for my cousin Gene and his fiancee Colleen. When you read that sentence, you probably pronounced "Colleen" the right way, they only way it is pronounced, like "Cah-lean". No, this girl pronounces it "Co-lean". I thought maybe at first she spelled it with one L, or one E or something but it's not. This really enrages me. It's like me insisting I'm not "Kay-tee", it's "Kah-tee". You just can't change the whole pronunciation of your name, says me. We really need to work this out before the wedding in October or else there just might be a beatdown in the church I'M NOT KIDDING.
Things That Make Me Go Apeshit, Vol. Two
A few weeks ago, when I was still at the UPS Store, my co-worker Kathy was listening to the oldies station, a station I can't stand because I hate Elvis and all that other shit that classifies as an oldies song. This station claims to be "the true oldies" station all the time. All the fucking time, it's their tag line or whatever. So this "true oldies station" plays an Eddie Money song, Take Me Home Tonight. Them playing this song stops me in my tracks, no. 1, because I like to get mad about stupid shit and no. 2, because I know for a fact Eddie wasn't around in the late 1950's and early 60's making music already. So because I am seemingly predisposed to raising my blood pressure over shit like this and not all the other injustices in the world like Darfur, I look up when this song came out, and it was in 1986. Nineteen FUCKING EIGHTY-SIX. How do you have the balls to call yourself the "true oldies station" but play a song from the 80's? I'm getting seriously pissed all over again. Thank god I have a new job where my boss listen to the rap/hip-hop station and I hear the stupid fucking "Don't Stress" song by who knows and "I Kissed a Girl" 9000 times a day! Upgrade!
Once in awhile when I get bored, mainly when I was working at the store and I'd read my old blog entries when I had nothing else to read. I tend to read October of 2005 more often because it was the month the Sox won the World Series. Seriously, reading that month gets me all excited and happy, almost as if it's happening all over again. I always remember that it was awesome when they won of course, but reading my entires from that whole month, when I obviously had no idea it was going to end as sweetly as it did just makes it all the more.....awesomer? I have no idea where I'm going with this, I just love it. With us offcially out of first place for the first time all summer, the World Series may not happen again, but at least I have October of '05 to read whenever I get down about the Sox losing. Blogger, saving Katie from suicide every baseball season.
It's been eons, my apologies. Not like you care anyways. I won't be so long in between hellos next time.
Monday, July 07, 2008
Sound Of Silver, Talk To Me
Keri bought me a $50 iTunes gift card for my birthday almost two months ago and I've spent about half of it so far. I loved the MGMT cd, then bought some new band, Fleet Foxes which was just so-so (I asked Ker for my money back on that one but it was a no-go) then today I bought the Black Keys album, Attack and Release. This album is great - I may not love every single song but it's close enough. They're from Akron, Ohio where my bro goes to school and I keep meaning to ask him to look them up for me because I could really use a boyfriend right now but manage to forget every time I talk to him, which really is probably for the better. I had been excited this band was gonna be at Lollapalooza even though I'd only heard two of their songs on the radio but now I'm even more pumped. They just sound like a dirty Southern rock band, although I told that to Keri's friend's boyfriend and he totally disagrees with me, but this isn't his blog now is it. He has some of their earlier stuff and I need to listen to that before Lolla so I'm not one of those annoying people calling out for them to play all their lastest shit. I will know their other albums and will therefore be better than 95% of the crowd watching them THAT IS A FACT.
I saw Stevie Wonder at the Taste of Chicago last Saturday and the crowds, my god THE CROWDS. You probably think you've been somewhere extremely crowded, but you have not until you've seen Stevie at the Taste. I pride myself on being a pretty polite, consciencious person (I don't really have much else going for me - although really only to people I don't know. My best friend Meg tells me I'm nicer to people I've just met and will never see again than I am to my friends, so maybe I don't even really have that going for me) but I can only take so much. We were all at the show to see Stevie. At the FREE show, mind you. Some people would just stare at me hard when I tried to get past and not move. Bitch, you're the one standing on the walkway where you are supposed to be WALKING, not STANDING STILL and I have to go pee, so get out of my fucking way. We all started out the night trying not to step on people's blankets, or walking around people when they said they weren't going to move anymore but after a certain point you had no choice. Stevie was awesome, playing all the songs you wanted to hear and more, but after a certain point I just wanted to get out of the fuck out of there. Stevie you're as wonderful as your name says you are but must you bring out all the assholes in Chicago at one time? Let's work on that next time.
So whoever wished me luck on my two job interviews and date, you got half the job done. The date, I thought was good until my friend Diana told me the guy called me a prude after I left. Um, what? I go on one date with you (and not even a real date-date, we just met up for some beers), and you're the one who chose to stay out with your friends when I wanted to go home (at 2:30 am). You didn't even GIVE me a chance to show you if I was a prude or not. Not like I would have slept with you that night but for chrissake. You're the unemployed 28 year old who lives with your grandma WHY IS IT ONLY DEGENERATES THAT ARE ATTRACTED TO ME. Seriously, this shit needs to stop. BUT, on the other hand, I got a new job. I don't start for two more weeks and won't make much more than I make at the UPS Store right now, but after one-three months it should go up. Plus I get benefits which is awesome cause that insurance-runs-out-at-25-years-old deadline was looming ominously. So the pay isn't that great and it's kinda a hike, at 50 minutes to an hour away but me and my new boss hit it off from the moment we met so I really think it's going to work out. It just better because I am slowly losing my will to live at the store and this is my ticket out. So, next time I wish for luck, concentrate on the boy department but more importantly on the hope-he-has-a-job department. Who knew that was so hard to find, and if you did know WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME.
This new job shit is really going to cut into my book reading, a fact I am seriously down about because I am pathetic. I've read some good ones recently too, like The Stone Diaries by Carol Shields (just a really good story about a seemingly normal girl), I, the Divine, a Novel in First Chapters by Ribah Alameddine (my new favorite author), Are You There Vodka? It's Me Chelsea by Chelsea Handler (hysterical), When We Were Orphans by Kazuo Ishigro (Ms. Mac, you'll love it. I did, after I got used to the formal-ness of Christopher) and Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut (god I don't get him but I love him). Since I've been keeping track of the books I've read this year, I feel like I'm in a constant race with myself, and with the library (to return them on time) to read as much as I can as fast as I can (it really annoys me that I feel like I have to beat the clock or something but I can't help it - does any of that make sense.) I'm at 34 so far and'll probably be lucky to break 50 by years end. Wah wah, is this what getting olds all about, getting a real job that interferes with my reading? Cause if so I WANT NONE OF IT but seeing as I can't even find a guy with A job, let alone a GOOD job, looks like I better get used to it.
Alright, I'm done whining. Here's some pictures, just cause I haven't put any up in eons, in no particular order.
My best friend Megan, me, Keri and cousin Hallie in Vegas before mom and dad renewed their vows. My dress made me look pregnant, a fact I discovered after I came home and saw the pictures. C'est la vie.
Me and Pammy in an EXTREME CLOSE UP, still in Vegas.
I want to live in the Bellagio. I was obsessed with these umbrellas they had hanging everywhere.
Me, Lauren and Diana at Blues Fest, supposedly seeing B.B King but the goddamn speakers weren't working by us so it coulda been a skinny white guy up there with a guitar for all I knew.
Keri and I at her boyfriend's house after a Sox game back in April. He, for god knows what reason, likes to cut the sleeves off some of his shirts, so we of course have to wear them when we go over there. Maybe it's for that reason I'm hardly invited anymore, WHO KNOWS. Or is it my wanting, NEEDING to play the drums at 2:00 am, I'll never know.
Saturday at Blues Fest. It rained. But we still had a good time. Pretty self-explanatory.
A group shot with my dad and Keri copping a feel on my mom. He claims he wasn't really, but this picture, the only evidence, states otherwise.
Keri does a much better Elvis impersonation than me. My lips are incapable of the upwards movement needed, it's just embarassing.
It is fucking hot in my room. Just had to tell someone so I picked all of cyberspace, don't you feel lucky!
I saw Stevie Wonder at the Taste of Chicago last Saturday and the crowds, my god THE CROWDS. You probably think you've been somewhere extremely crowded, but you have not until you've seen Stevie at the Taste. I pride myself on being a pretty polite, consciencious person (I don't really have much else going for me - although really only to people I don't know. My best friend Meg tells me I'm nicer to people I've just met and will never see again than I am to my friends, so maybe I don't even really have that going for me) but I can only take so much. We were all at the show to see Stevie. At the FREE show, mind you. Some people would just stare at me hard when I tried to get past and not move. Bitch, you're the one standing on the walkway where you are supposed to be WALKING, not STANDING STILL and I have to go pee, so get out of my fucking way. We all started out the night trying not to step on people's blankets, or walking around people when they said they weren't going to move anymore but after a certain point you had no choice. Stevie was awesome, playing all the songs you wanted to hear and more, but after a certain point I just wanted to get out of the fuck out of there. Stevie you're as wonderful as your name says you are but must you bring out all the assholes in Chicago at one time? Let's work on that next time.
So whoever wished me luck on my two job interviews and date, you got half the job done. The date, I thought was good until my friend Diana told me the guy called me a prude after I left. Um, what? I go on one date with you (and not even a real date-date, we just met up for some beers), and you're the one who chose to stay out with your friends when I wanted to go home (at 2:30 am). You didn't even GIVE me a chance to show you if I was a prude or not. Not like I would have slept with you that night but for chrissake. You're the unemployed 28 year old who lives with your grandma WHY IS IT ONLY DEGENERATES THAT ARE ATTRACTED TO ME. Seriously, this shit needs to stop. BUT, on the other hand, I got a new job. I don't start for two more weeks and won't make much more than I make at the UPS Store right now, but after one-three months it should go up. Plus I get benefits which is awesome cause that insurance-runs-out-at-25-years-old deadline was looming ominously. So the pay isn't that great and it's kinda a hike, at 50 minutes to an hour away but me and my new boss hit it off from the moment we met so I really think it's going to work out. It just better because I am slowly losing my will to live at the store and this is my ticket out. So, next time I wish for luck, concentrate on the boy department but more importantly on the hope-he-has-a-job department. Who knew that was so hard to find, and if you did know WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME.
This new job shit is really going to cut into my book reading, a fact I am seriously down about because I am pathetic. I've read some good ones recently too, like The Stone Diaries by Carol Shields (just a really good story about a seemingly normal girl), I, the Divine, a Novel in First Chapters by Ribah Alameddine (my new favorite author), Are You There Vodka? It's Me Chelsea by Chelsea Handler (hysterical), When We Were Orphans by Kazuo Ishigro (Ms. Mac, you'll love it. I did, after I got used to the formal-ness of Christopher) and Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut (god I don't get him but I love him). Since I've been keeping track of the books I've read this year, I feel like I'm in a constant race with myself, and with the library (to return them on time) to read as much as I can as fast as I can (it really annoys me that I feel like I have to beat the clock or something but I can't help it - does any of that make sense.) I'm at 34 so far and'll probably be lucky to break 50 by years end. Wah wah, is this what getting olds all about, getting a real job that interferes with my reading? Cause if so I WANT NONE OF IT but seeing as I can't even find a guy with A job, let alone a GOOD job, looks like I better get used to it.
Alright, I'm done whining. Here's some pictures, just cause I haven't put any up in eons, in no particular order.
My best friend Megan, me, Keri and cousin Hallie in Vegas before mom and dad renewed their vows. My dress made me look pregnant, a fact I discovered after I came home and saw the pictures. C'est la vie.
Me and Pammy in an EXTREME CLOSE UP, still in Vegas.
I want to live in the Bellagio. I was obsessed with these umbrellas they had hanging everywhere.
Me, Lauren and Diana at Blues Fest, supposedly seeing B.B King but the goddamn speakers weren't working by us so it coulda been a skinny white guy up there with a guitar for all I knew.
Keri and I at her boyfriend's house after a Sox game back in April. He, for god knows what reason, likes to cut the sleeves off some of his shirts, so we of course have to wear them when we go over there. Maybe it's for that reason I'm hardly invited anymore, WHO KNOWS. Or is it my wanting, NEEDING to play the drums at 2:00 am, I'll never know.
Saturday at Blues Fest. It rained. But we still had a good time. Pretty self-explanatory.
A group shot with my dad and Keri copping a feel on my mom. He claims he wasn't really, but this picture, the only evidence, states otherwise.
Keri does a much better Elvis impersonation than me. My lips are incapable of the upwards movement needed, it's just embarassing.
It is fucking hot in my room. Just had to tell someone so I picked all of cyberspace, don't you feel lucky!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Shock Me Like An Electric Eel
1. Last night was finally, FINALLY the Swell Season concert we had gotten tickets for back in March. Worth that wait? That AND MORE. The Swell Season is comprised of Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova who were in the movie Once that came out a little over a year ago. The song from it, Falling Slowly, actually won the Oscar for Best Original Song this year at the Academy Awards. Glen is also in another band, The Frames, who Keri introduced me to when she was in Ireland a couple years ago and they've grown into one of mine and hers favorite bands since then, who I've seen twice and her three times. They of course played mostly songs from the soundtrack but then at the end they played, with his original band The Frames backing, Fitzcarraldo, which is easily one of my top five favorite songs ever. THEY PLAYED IT LIVE. I can most definitely die happy now. If you ever get a chance to see them, go, GO without even a second thought because they put on such a great live show. And because I said so. Reason enough right there.
2. The other day, while working with my 50-something co-worker, I overheard her on the phone pricing something for somebody sending a package to Alaska. To preface things here, if you are sending something international, you need a customs form that says exactly what's in the package and the value of it. For international items only. ONLY INTERNATIONAL. And she knows this because she's been here longer than me. So anyways, after she hangs up the phone she goes, "Wait - do you need a customs form to send something to Alaska?" Me: "No....it's one of the 50 states." Maybe it doesn't matter how long she's worked here, she just needs a goddamn geography lesson.
3. Speaking of work, the other day some older dude came in the store and says, "So you're growing your hair out huh?" I had my hair in a messy ponytail with my bangy-thingys swept to the side - how the fuck did he even know how long my hair was. Plus, have I ever seen you before? No? Didn't think so. Then as he was leaving he says, "So the next time I see you, is it gonna be longer or shorter?" Not sure dude, but I'll be sure to call you to give you the big update before I do anything to my hair, promise. Weirdo.
4. Sox - Cubs this weekend, CAN'T WAIT. Too bad I have to listen to the Friday and Saturday games at work, but at least it makes the day go by faster. Even though the Cross-Town Classic games are always explosive, with both teams in first place, I think it adds a little bit more meaning to the games. Who knows, Sox vs. Cubs come October? That's all everybody talks about here, and yeah it would be awesome for us to beat the Northsiders ass in the World Series. FUCKING AWESOME. Let's go White Sox.
5. Speaking of the Sox, I was listening to the game here at work today (they won, 13-8, it was awesome) and right after they won, when I'm on my White Sox High Horse, some dude, who comes in here all the time walks in with his Cubs shirt on. I ask him, you getting excited for the games this weekend? Usually you expect to banter back and forth for a minute over who's the better team, your team blows, we're gonna kick your ass, etc., but this guy just goes, "uhh....not really. This is just a t-shirt my ex-girlfriend got me, I had nothing else to wear." Wow, you are lame. A boy who doesn't like baseball? BLASPHEMY. I'm never asking him anything ever again.
6. Ms. Mac, this is mainly directed at you: I finally finished The Power and the Glory today, and you were totally right, the book did pick up as soon as the priest got on the run. I was almost surprised at how much I liked it and totally did feel all intellectual-ly when I was done. In my mind, any priest would be willing to die for his religion than renounce it, so it almost made him more human to me that he was terrified of how much being shot was going to hurt, cause that's all I would be able to think about too. I liked the Lieutenant character - how he was willing to get the other priest so the whiskey priest could confess and how he gave him the five pesos as he was getting out of jail. You are the best at book recommendations so thank you thank you thank you. When We Were Orphans is my next book - I actually already started it here at work today. When I get a real job and have to work all day instead of read I'm going to cry.
7. Musical obsessions of the past month: Cat Power's Moon Pix and Duffy's Rockferry. I've been all about the singing vaginas lately. Somebody must have burned me the Cat Power cd years and years ago because I found it randomly with a bunch of other burned cds in my closet. I decided to put it on on a whim and was obsessed for a good week or two, especailly with the song Say. Totally not a rocking out cd, it has more of a I-want-to-sit-at-home-and-slit-my-wrists kinda feel but I love it. Then my sister bought Duffy and even though I really didn't think I'd get into it, it's a great cd. Especially the first three, Rockferry, Warwick Avenue and Serious. I thought it would kinda be too boppy or something but good lord does Duffy have a voice. Also the MGMT cd is pretty awesome, it always makes me feel like dancing as I'm getting ready to go out. Which is not a pretty sight kids, not a pretty sight at all.
8. Duffy, Cat Power, the Black Keys, the Raconteurs, Bloc Party AND Radiohead all play the Friday date at Lollapalooza. I swear on the FUCKING BIBLE I am going this year. Not all three days cause the other two days are hit or miss but I am not missing all those bands on Friday. I SWEAR TO GOD.
9. Can't think of ten. I've got a date tonight and two job interviews next week. Wish me luck!
2. The other day, while working with my 50-something co-worker, I overheard her on the phone pricing something for somebody sending a package to Alaska. To preface things here, if you are sending something international, you need a customs form that says exactly what's in the package and the value of it. For international items only. ONLY INTERNATIONAL. And she knows this because she's been here longer than me. So anyways, after she hangs up the phone she goes, "Wait - do you need a customs form to send something to Alaska?" Me: "No....it's one of the 50 states." Maybe it doesn't matter how long she's worked here, she just needs a goddamn geography lesson.
3. Speaking of work, the other day some older dude came in the store and says, "So you're growing your hair out huh?" I had my hair in a messy ponytail with my bangy-thingys swept to the side - how the fuck did he even know how long my hair was. Plus, have I ever seen you before? No? Didn't think so. Then as he was leaving he says, "So the next time I see you, is it gonna be longer or shorter?" Not sure dude, but I'll be sure to call you to give you the big update before I do anything to my hair, promise. Weirdo.
4. Sox - Cubs this weekend, CAN'T WAIT. Too bad I have to listen to the Friday and Saturday games at work, but at least it makes the day go by faster. Even though the Cross-Town Classic games are always explosive, with both teams in first place, I think it adds a little bit more meaning to the games. Who knows, Sox vs. Cubs come October? That's all everybody talks about here, and yeah it would be awesome for us to beat the Northsiders ass in the World Series. FUCKING AWESOME. Let's go White Sox.
5. Speaking of the Sox, I was listening to the game here at work today (they won, 13-8, it was awesome) and right after they won, when I'm on my White Sox High Horse, some dude, who comes in here all the time walks in with his Cubs shirt on. I ask him, you getting excited for the games this weekend? Usually you expect to banter back and forth for a minute over who's the better team, your team blows, we're gonna kick your ass, etc., but this guy just goes, "uhh....not really. This is just a t-shirt my ex-girlfriend got me, I had nothing else to wear." Wow, you are lame. A boy who doesn't like baseball? BLASPHEMY. I'm never asking him anything ever again.
6. Ms. Mac, this is mainly directed at you: I finally finished The Power and the Glory today, and you were totally right, the book did pick up as soon as the priest got on the run. I was almost surprised at how much I liked it and totally did feel all intellectual-ly when I was done. In my mind, any priest would be willing to die for his religion than renounce it, so it almost made him more human to me that he was terrified of how much being shot was going to hurt, cause that's all I would be able to think about too. I liked the Lieutenant character - how he was willing to get the other priest so the whiskey priest could confess and how he gave him the five pesos as he was getting out of jail. You are the best at book recommendations so thank you thank you thank you. When We Were Orphans is my next book - I actually already started it here at work today. When I get a real job and have to work all day instead of read I'm going to cry.
7. Musical obsessions of the past month: Cat Power's Moon Pix and Duffy's Rockferry. I've been all about the singing vaginas lately. Somebody must have burned me the Cat Power cd years and years ago because I found it randomly with a bunch of other burned cds in my closet. I decided to put it on on a whim and was obsessed for a good week or two, especailly with the song Say. Totally not a rocking out cd, it has more of a I-want-to-sit-at-home-and-slit-my-wrists kinda feel but I love it. Then my sister bought Duffy and even though I really didn't think I'd get into it, it's a great cd. Especially the first three, Rockferry, Warwick Avenue and Serious. I thought it would kinda be too boppy or something but good lord does Duffy have a voice. Also the MGMT cd is pretty awesome, it always makes me feel like dancing as I'm getting ready to go out. Which is not a pretty sight kids, not a pretty sight at all.
8. Duffy, Cat Power, the Black Keys, the Raconteurs, Bloc Party AND Radiohead all play the Friday date at Lollapalooza. I swear on the FUCKING BIBLE I am going this year. Not all three days cause the other two days are hit or miss but I am not missing all those bands on Friday. I SWEAR TO GOD.
9. Can't think of ten. I've got a date tonight and two job interviews next week. Wish me luck!
Friday, May 16, 2008
Two Posts In One Month! Boy Are You Lucky!
I have butterflies in my stomach right now, like I'm excited about something. Yet I have nothing at all to be excited about. No plans yet for tonight. I even have work tomorrow. Maybe my butterflies are caused by the UNKNOWN! What COULD happen tonight! Or maybe it's because this is my 309th post. That must be it. Me and Blogger - who'd of thought we'd make it this far although I'm getting a little impatient over here waiting for a ring.
I was downtown with my mom a couple Saturdays ago to see an exhibit at the Art Institute. That didn't happen though, seeing as the line was out the door to get in, plus already sold out. So we decided to make the most of our outing and just walked around trying to find some free stuff to see. We found a Polish Fest going on in Millenium Park (people besides Irish people celebrate themselves?!?!?), walked around the Chicago Cultural Center, saw some American Idols performing on Ellen who was taping in Chicago that week (although not really cause it was ending because of the shitty weather by the time we tried to get close) and went out to eat at Bennigans (to complete the true downtown Chicago experience!). As we were walking towards the train after that, some people, obviously from out of town, we were walking behind us and said, "It's so weird to see there are 7-11's in Chicago too". Why. Why is god's name is it weird to see 7-11's in Chicago. Doesn't everybody need a place to buy a Slurpee? Or a place to buy a bag of Doritos at 3:00 am? For the rest of the day my mom and I kept saying, "Subway! A SUBWAY! In Chicago of all places! Who knew!" or "GET OUT OF HERE, THERE'S A WALGREEN'S HERE TOO?!" Chicago, it truly is a magical place.
I tend to fall asleep listening to my iPod at night and usually wake up to the cord wrapped around my body, disconnected from the iPod itself or to the cord in a bunch of knots because of the (I guess crazy?) way I sleep. The other day I topped myself though - I wake up, with the earbuds still in my ear, but no iPod at the other end. I find the iPod somewhere in the bed with the part of the earphones that plugs into the iPod still in it. I had ripped the earphone cord basically in half. In my sleep. Now no longer do I only randomly sleep walk in my sleep, but I destroy things. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
I got my rebate check from the government Friday May 5th, and also got paid that day so I was RICH, bitches. I paid off some of my Old Navy bill with it (I would be in serious trouble if I had an actual credit card - I can't even control myself in Old Navy for chrissake), went to Target about 80 times (seriously, I think I was there more last week than I ever have been in my entire life) and bought a new monitor for my computer, since I finally have the internet in my room (hello porn!), only two years after Keri and I bought the wireless internet thingy. So, not only did I essentially boost the economy all by myself by spending $200 on a new monitor, my dad told me the new one uses less energy than my old one. Saving the economy and the Earth in one fell swoop IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN'T DO? Here I come to save the daaaaaaaaay.
I was buying gas Monday, and before I started pumping (ha ha, that made me laugh out loud. I am sad) I noticed the car ahead of my had gotten $3.82 worth of gas. The price for a gallon at this station was $3.93. What, couldn't make it around the block?
I've read a bunch of good books so far this year. I've kept a list so I don't forget what I've read and so far I'm at 26 for the year. I think I've read my favorite so far though, or at least my tied-for-first-favorite, along with What is the What, which was The Hakawati by Ribah Alameddine. It was a random find at the library and I LOVED it. It a story of a family set in Beirut, Lebanon of a man, Osama, who comes back to his country after being in the United States for two decades because his father is dying. It was that story, mixed in with other stories of Abraham and Sarah, Fatima and other mythical heros from the Middle Eastern culture. It took me a minute to get into the other stories because it was would be one story, then someone else in that said story would start another story and I couldn't keep track at first but after really getting into it I could easily remember who was who and couldn't stop reading it. Sometimes a 200-300 page book can take me a week to read, even if it is really good, but this one was a little over 500 and took me three days. It made me laugh outloud and cry - you can't ask for anything better in a book. It was just an eye-opener. I guess I think of people from anywhere over there being totally different from me, but then I read this book and realize they're not. They have the same conversations, fights, problems that anyone anywhere else in the world has. People are people, I'm just figuring that out for myself.
John Mellencamp is the Friday Feature artist on XRT. There is a god, and he just so happens to hates me. Damn you Andy, DAMN YOU for thwarting Jim's plan to propose to Pam in The Office's season finale. Still have the butterflies! And still have no plans for tonight!
I was downtown with my mom a couple Saturdays ago to see an exhibit at the Art Institute. That didn't happen though, seeing as the line was out the door to get in, plus already sold out. So we decided to make the most of our outing and just walked around trying to find some free stuff to see. We found a Polish Fest going on in Millenium Park (people besides Irish people celebrate themselves?!?!?), walked around the Chicago Cultural Center, saw some American Idols performing on Ellen who was taping in Chicago that week (although not really cause it was ending because of the shitty weather by the time we tried to get close) and went out to eat at Bennigans (to complete the true downtown Chicago experience!). As we were walking towards the train after that, some people, obviously from out of town, we were walking behind us and said, "It's so weird to see there are 7-11's in Chicago too". Why. Why is god's name is it weird to see 7-11's in Chicago. Doesn't everybody need a place to buy a Slurpee? Or a place to buy a bag of Doritos at 3:00 am? For the rest of the day my mom and I kept saying, "Subway! A SUBWAY! In Chicago of all places! Who knew!" or "GET OUT OF HERE, THERE'S A WALGREEN'S HERE TOO?!" Chicago, it truly is a magical place.
I tend to fall asleep listening to my iPod at night and usually wake up to the cord wrapped around my body, disconnected from the iPod itself or to the cord in a bunch of knots because of the (I guess crazy?) way I sleep. The other day I topped myself though - I wake up, with the earbuds still in my ear, but no iPod at the other end. I find the iPod somewhere in the bed with the part of the earphones that plugs into the iPod still in it. I had ripped the earphone cord basically in half. In my sleep. Now no longer do I only randomly sleep walk in my sleep, but I destroy things. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
I got my rebate check from the government Friday May 5th, and also got paid that day so I was RICH, bitches. I paid off some of my Old Navy bill with it (I would be in serious trouble if I had an actual credit card - I can't even control myself in Old Navy for chrissake), went to Target about 80 times (seriously, I think I was there more last week than I ever have been in my entire life) and bought a new monitor for my computer, since I finally have the internet in my room (hello porn!), only two years after Keri and I bought the wireless internet thingy. So, not only did I essentially boost the economy all by myself by spending $200 on a new monitor, my dad told me the new one uses less energy than my old one. Saving the economy and the Earth in one fell swoop IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN'T DO? Here I come to save the daaaaaaaaay.
I was buying gas Monday, and before I started pumping (ha ha, that made me laugh out loud. I am sad) I noticed the car ahead of my had gotten $3.82 worth of gas. The price for a gallon at this station was $3.93. What, couldn't make it around the block?
I've read a bunch of good books so far this year. I've kept a list so I don't forget what I've read and so far I'm at 26 for the year. I think I've read my favorite so far though, or at least my tied-for-first-favorite, along with What is the What, which was The Hakawati by Ribah Alameddine. It was a random find at the library and I LOVED it. It a story of a family set in Beirut, Lebanon of a man, Osama, who comes back to his country after being in the United States for two decades because his father is dying. It was that story, mixed in with other stories of Abraham and Sarah, Fatima and other mythical heros from the Middle Eastern culture. It took me a minute to get into the other stories because it was would be one story, then someone else in that said story would start another story and I couldn't keep track at first but after really getting into it I could easily remember who was who and couldn't stop reading it. Sometimes a 200-300 page book can take me a week to read, even if it is really good, but this one was a little over 500 and took me three days. It made me laugh outloud and cry - you can't ask for anything better in a book. It was just an eye-opener. I guess I think of people from anywhere over there being totally different from me, but then I read this book and realize they're not. They have the same conversations, fights, problems that anyone anywhere else in the world has. People are people, I'm just figuring that out for myself.
John Mellencamp is the Friday Feature artist on XRT. There is a god, and he just so happens to hates me. Damn you Andy, DAMN YOU for thwarting Jim's plan to propose to Pam in The Office's season finale. Still have the butterflies! And still have no plans for tonight!
Friday, May 02, 2008
Vegas, Convo, Books, List, Summer!
I went to Vegas. I survived Vegas. I came home from Vegas. I want to write about everything we did, but feel like I can't. Not because "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" because let me tell you, herpes will happen anywhere, but it's just too much. Words don't do Vegas justice - you just have to go there and experience it for yourselves. God I can't wait to go back.
I went to my first Sox game of the season last Saturday, and tailgating, TAILGATING. WHY IN GOD'S NAME HAVE I NEVER TAILGATED BEFORE. I was waiting in line for the porta-potties at one point (probably one of the eight times I peed in two hours - I seriously must have a problem) and had the following conversation with the young-ish black guy in line behind me:
Me: Don't worry, I'm a really quick pee-er. I'm in and out in 30 seconds.
Him: It's fine, you take your time. You guys have parts that we like, and we got parts that you like, so take your time in there.
Me: Well it's a good thing I'm not a lesbian or else I wouldn't be agreeing with you right now.
Him: Even if you were, I'd still be telling you the same thing.
Me: It doesn't hurt to try, right?
Him: Exactly - you could learn to like the dark meat.
How did that happen? How did I end up having a conversation about sex with a guy I had known for 60 seconds? In the porta-potty line at that. I amaze myself.
Book report: The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls was a book about a dysfunctional family and how the author managed to turn out alright even if she has homeless parents who won't accept help. It was pretty good and a quick read but the short chapters annoyed the shit out of me. It just felt like it wasn't cohesive because every chapter was only two-three pages long. But overall a really good book. Just elongnate those chapters Jean Genie. I am pretty much like Goldilocks though because the book I just finished today had chapters that were too long, WILL I EVER BE SATISFIED. (The only reason I bitch - I always read before I go to bed and if the chapters are too short, I just keep convincing myself "one more chapter....okay, one more then....really, one more and then I'll go to sleep" and it never ends. With the longass chapters, it bugs the shit out of me to stop in the middle, so I try to read until the end of the chapters but then they prove too long and my eyes won't stay open, okay, anyways, there are worse things I could whine about, like world hunger or how much I want ice cream right now - two terrible, terrible problems). The book I finished today was Three Junes by Julia Glass which just kinda started out as a filler book but I ended up really liking it in the end. It has three different stories, one set in Greece, one in Scotland/New York and the other in New York. I didn't really like one of the main characters, Fenno, because he seemed so stuffy and humorless, but it was a good read. And lastly, The Book of Daniel by E.L. Doctorow. I loved this book, even though it took me over a week to read, being only 303 pages. It was about an American couple accused of treason (a la Ethel and Julius Rosenberg) and how it affected their kids fifteen years later. Loved the background stories about Communism and spies. Longest paragraph ever, sorry.
I saw Baby Mama with my mom and sister yesterday and it was super cute. I saw it with my mama and my baby sister, plus I'm my mama's baby so...... I have no idea where I'm going with this. Just go see it, it was funny. And touching. And heart-warming. AND TOTALLY MADE ME WANT A BABY. Goddamnit.
Obsessive song du jour: Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis. Whenever I'm in the car all I do is change the stations hoping to catch it on. The other day I was driving, looking for Leona of course, and heard Reign O'er Me by the Who and I'm jamming out to it. Then Touch My Body by Mariah Carey comes on another station and I turn it up even higher, singing to it. I dabble in a little of this, and a little of that. Mariah and the Who - I'm thinking duet!
Things To Look Forward To:
My birthday, May 12th
Gaelic Fest, Memorial Day weekend
Sex and the City: the Movie, May 30th
Blues Fest with B.B King, mid-June
the Swell Season concert, June 18th
Taste of Chicago with Stevie Wonder, early June
Diana's block party, last Saturday of July
Lollapalooza, Auust 3-5th (will she? or won't she? most likely the latter, let's be serious here)
Summer is almost here! Or has kinda already started in my head. Loves it!
I went to my first Sox game of the season last Saturday, and tailgating, TAILGATING. WHY IN GOD'S NAME HAVE I NEVER TAILGATED BEFORE. I was waiting in line for the porta-potties at one point (probably one of the eight times I peed in two hours - I seriously must have a problem) and had the following conversation with the young-ish black guy in line behind me:
Me: Don't worry, I'm a really quick pee-er. I'm in and out in 30 seconds.
Him: It's fine, you take your time. You guys have parts that we like, and we got parts that you like, so take your time in there.
Me: Well it's a good thing I'm not a lesbian or else I wouldn't be agreeing with you right now.
Him: Even if you were, I'd still be telling you the same thing.
Me: It doesn't hurt to try, right?
Him: Exactly - you could learn to like the dark meat.
How did that happen? How did I end up having a conversation about sex with a guy I had known for 60 seconds? In the porta-potty line at that. I amaze myself.
Book report: The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls was a book about a dysfunctional family and how the author managed to turn out alright even if she has homeless parents who won't accept help. It was pretty good and a quick read but the short chapters annoyed the shit out of me. It just felt like it wasn't cohesive because every chapter was only two-three pages long. But overall a really good book. Just elongnate those chapters Jean Genie. I am pretty much like Goldilocks though because the book I just finished today had chapters that were too long, WILL I EVER BE SATISFIED. (The only reason I bitch - I always read before I go to bed and if the chapters are too short, I just keep convincing myself "one more chapter....okay, one more then....really, one more and then I'll go to sleep" and it never ends. With the longass chapters, it bugs the shit out of me to stop in the middle, so I try to read until the end of the chapters but then they prove too long and my eyes won't stay open, okay, anyways, there are worse things I could whine about, like world hunger or how much I want ice cream right now - two terrible, terrible problems). The book I finished today was Three Junes by Julia Glass which just kinda started out as a filler book but I ended up really liking it in the end. It has three different stories, one set in Greece, one in Scotland/New York and the other in New York. I didn't really like one of the main characters, Fenno, because he seemed so stuffy and humorless, but it was a good read. And lastly, The Book of Daniel by E.L. Doctorow. I loved this book, even though it took me over a week to read, being only 303 pages. It was about an American couple accused of treason (a la Ethel and Julius Rosenberg) and how it affected their kids fifteen years later. Loved the background stories about Communism and spies. Longest paragraph ever, sorry.
I saw Baby Mama with my mom and sister yesterday and it was super cute. I saw it with my mama and my baby sister, plus I'm my mama's baby so...... I have no idea where I'm going with this. Just go see it, it was funny. And touching. And heart-warming. AND TOTALLY MADE ME WANT A BABY. Goddamnit.
Obsessive song du jour: Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis. Whenever I'm in the car all I do is change the stations hoping to catch it on. The other day I was driving, looking for Leona of course, and heard Reign O'er Me by the Who and I'm jamming out to it. Then Touch My Body by Mariah Carey comes on another station and I turn it up even higher, singing to it. I dabble in a little of this, and a little of that. Mariah and the Who - I'm thinking duet!
Things To Look Forward To:
My birthday, May 12th
Gaelic Fest, Memorial Day weekend
Sex and the City: the Movie, May 30th
Blues Fest with B.B King, mid-June
the Swell Season concert, June 18th
Taste of Chicago with Stevie Wonder, early June
Diana's block party, last Saturday of July
Lollapalooza, Auust 3-5th (will she? or won't she? most likely the latter, let's be serious here)
Summer is almost here! Or has kinda already started in my head. Loves it!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Lucky Number Seven
1. Yesterday I was helping a lady here at work and she says to me, "You have very pretty hands." I always get weird compliments on my body. Like the guy who told me he "really liked my eyebrows" or the lady who told me my eyes looks "Scandivavian" or my sister who told me the other day that I had "skinny calves." Gotta take what I can get, right? I may never get the "wow, your abs look like a washboard" because they look more like a "bowl full of jelly", but to those people with the aformentioned abs, do you have pretty hands? Probably not. Suck on that.
2. When my brother was home over spring break a few weeks ago, March Madness was starting and I made a bracket out of his Sports Illustrated issue. I really went overboard and tooks HOURS to make the bracket. Or I just picked which team name I liked better and was done in three minutes, same difference. The main point here: I picked Kansas to win, without even knowing they were a number 1 seed, even though as my brother so nicely pointed out as he was looking at my picks, the seeds were right next to the team names in paranthesis. Not so smart am I. I may have never before paid attention to NCAA basketball but I was in this one to WIN IT, baby. It was sweet when they beat UNC cause that was J.P's pick but it was even sweeter when they won against Memphis because lordy was that a good game. And what here did I win folks? Pride. And bragging rights against my brother. It doesn't get better than that.
3. I just finished the book "A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier" by Ishmael Beah last night. I don't know what it is with me and Africa, but I realized I read four child soldier/civil war books about Africa in the last year (it must be the warm, up-lifting spirit of each story that makes me keep going back for more!). While What is the What is still my favorite, this one was great too, considering this was strictly non-fiction, not fiction intertwinely with non-fiction like What is the What was. The best part of this book in the last paragraph. I tried to find it online because I wanted to put it here but I can't find it and I left the book at home so you'll all have to read it for yourselves. It's always so disconcerting for me to read these books in my bed at night. I get lost in the book, then have to get up to go pee or something and realize (this is gonna sound corny) that I'm in my house and safe. I don't have to worry about the RUF storming my house, killing my family and setting it on fire, or run for my life and stray bullets, or not know how I'm going to survive from day to day. Seriously, some of the shit that people have survived and lived to tell the tale about is beyond my comprehension. It boggles the mind, bitches.
4. At this time tomorrow I will be in Las Vegas with 33 members of our family/friends of the family to help my parents celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary and renew their vows. And how are they celebrating their anniversary? Why in class of course, with Elvis doing the honors! God, how white trash does that sound, but it's going to be fun, and almost as expensive as their original wedding my parents are coming to find out, with the dinner for all of us afterwards. But who cares about that cause I won't b e paying for it, right. This trip is going to be awesome - my best friend Megan is coming, Keri's boyfriend Pat, a bunch of our cousins and a shitload of other people. I may want to kill myself because there's going to be five of us crammed into our room, but who spends time in the room anyways WHEN THERE IS DRINKING TO BE DONE! Oh lordy, watch out Vegas, the O'D family is coming and we're going out in style.
5. I had a really rough week last week, and went through something I hope to never experience again, but all I really want to say about it is I have great family and friends. The best there ever could be! And will ever be! For ever and all eternity! I AM NOT EXAGGERATING.
6. I love the show Reba AND I AM NOT ASHAMED TO ADMIT IT. Last week my dad saw me watching it and goes, wow, must really be desperate to watch something, huh? No Dad, I fucking love this show and am watching it on purpose. I dare you to watch it and NOT laugh: impossible. A few days earlier Keri had caught me watching it and made fun of me for it too. And then a minute later she laughed at one of the jokes I didn't even laugh at. How now brown cow? You make fun of me and then laugh before I even do. One more Keri-is-queer-story: I came home from work Tuesday and she was watching Monday night's episode of The Hills. She asked if I had watched it already, I said yes, and she goes, "You know, I don't even want to say this cause you're gonna laugh at me, but Heidi has really.......grown up. Hasn't she?" Yes Ker, and right before our very eyes too! She is turning into a mature young woman and I couldn't be prouder. God are you queer. (But seriously, I totally agree with you.)
7. Before this lady who was just in the store left, she couldn't find one of her gloves and goes, "I'm like Michael Jackson - missing one glove!" And then I laughed hysterically. Loves it!
2. When my brother was home over spring break a few weeks ago, March Madness was starting and I made a bracket out of his Sports Illustrated issue. I really went overboard and tooks HOURS to make the bracket. Or I just picked which team name I liked better and was done in three minutes, same difference. The main point here: I picked Kansas to win, without even knowing they were a number 1 seed, even though as my brother so nicely pointed out as he was looking at my picks, the seeds were right next to the team names in paranthesis. Not so smart am I. I may have never before paid attention to NCAA basketball but I was in this one to WIN IT, baby. It was sweet when they beat UNC cause that was J.P's pick but it was even sweeter when they won against Memphis because lordy was that a good game. And what here did I win folks? Pride. And bragging rights against my brother. It doesn't get better than that.
3. I just finished the book "A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier" by Ishmael Beah last night. I don't know what it is with me and Africa, but I realized I read four child soldier/civil war books about Africa in the last year (it must be the warm, up-lifting spirit of each story that makes me keep going back for more!). While What is the What is still my favorite, this one was great too, considering this was strictly non-fiction, not fiction intertwinely with non-fiction like What is the What was. The best part of this book in the last paragraph. I tried to find it online because I wanted to put it here but I can't find it and I left the book at home so you'll all have to read it for yourselves. It's always so disconcerting for me to read these books in my bed at night. I get lost in the book, then have to get up to go pee or something and realize (this is gonna sound corny) that I'm in my house and safe. I don't have to worry about the RUF storming my house, killing my family and setting it on fire, or run for my life and stray bullets, or not know how I'm going to survive from day to day. Seriously, some of the shit that people have survived and lived to tell the tale about is beyond my comprehension. It boggles the mind, bitches.
4. At this time tomorrow I will be in Las Vegas with 33 members of our family/friends of the family to help my parents celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary and renew their vows. And how are they celebrating their anniversary? Why in class of course, with Elvis doing the honors! God, how white trash does that sound, but it's going to be fun, and almost as expensive as their original wedding my parents are coming to find out, with the dinner for all of us afterwards. But who cares about that cause I won't b e paying for it, right. This trip is going to be awesome - my best friend Megan is coming, Keri's boyfriend Pat, a bunch of our cousins and a shitload of other people. I may want to kill myself because there's going to be five of us crammed into our room, but who spends time in the room anyways WHEN THERE IS DRINKING TO BE DONE! Oh lordy, watch out Vegas, the O'D family is coming and we're going out in style.
5. I had a really rough week last week, and went through something I hope to never experience again, but all I really want to say about it is I have great family and friends. The best there ever could be! And will ever be! For ever and all eternity! I AM NOT EXAGGERATING.
6. I love the show Reba AND I AM NOT ASHAMED TO ADMIT IT. Last week my dad saw me watching it and goes, wow, must really be desperate to watch something, huh? No Dad, I fucking love this show and am watching it on purpose. I dare you to watch it and NOT laugh: impossible. A few days earlier Keri had caught me watching it and made fun of me for it too. And then a minute later she laughed at one of the jokes I didn't even laugh at. How now brown cow? You make fun of me and then laugh before I even do. One more Keri-is-queer-story: I came home from work Tuesday and she was watching Monday night's episode of The Hills. She asked if I had watched it already, I said yes, and she goes, "You know, I don't even want to say this cause you're gonna laugh at me, but Heidi has really.......grown up. Hasn't she?" Yes Ker, and right before our very eyes too! She is turning into a mature young woman and I couldn't be prouder. God are you queer. (But seriously, I totally agree with you.)
7. Before this lady who was just in the store left, she couldn't find one of her gloves and goes, "I'm like Michael Jackson - missing one glove!" And then I laughed hysterically. Loves it!
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Once A Huskie, Always A Huskie
I still cannot believe that shooting really happened at Northern. I was at work when my co-worker told me what was going on and it was almost surreal seeing the aerial views of the campus, with the buildings I had class in, the library where I worked, the commons I walked across everyday for four years, and then to see those places with ambulances and students being carried out on stretchers - it was almost too much. It's weird that something like this, a guy opening up fire on an unsuspecting geology class and killing five students can make me want to be back in DeKalb. Not nessecarily to be back in college, but to be surrounded by my fellow students and mourn with them. You never think it's going to happen anywhere, let alone the school you spent four years of your life at and graduated from. How terrible, how fucking terrible.
I had more to write about but I feel stupid writing abou my taxes, or songs I'm in love with or anything else after writing that papagraph. Everyone's thinking of you NIU.
I had more to write about but I feel stupid writing abou my taxes, or songs I'm in love with or anything else after writing that papagraph. Everyone's thinking of you NIU.
Friday, February 01, 2008
I Should Be Good for Another Month Now
1. Last Friday I met Keri, her boyfriend and some friends up at the bar. I hadn't seen Keri yet that day, she was gone by the time I got home from work and when I saw her at the bar all I could say was "you have to be kidding me." She was wearing a red t-shirt with a black zip-up hoodie. I was wearing a red t-shirt with a black zip-up hoodie. We always say we want to go to the bar with the same outfits on and then we finally do it, unknowingly. We must be SISTERS or something. Later my friend Catherine told me her sister asked if we were co-workers. Catherine said no, why. Because we were both wearing our "uniforms." Ker, we need to consult each other from now on if we're meeting at the bar.
2. On the way home from work Tuesday night I got a flat tire. I made it all the way home, I only live a couple miles away, but I was just laughing because my god did my parents sell me a piece of shit car. I got home, told my dad and he basically looked at me and said, well you better get out there before the snow starts. Uh, you mean "we" dad? WE should get out there? I think he was getting his pronouns mixed up. Makes sense, he did have to take kindergarden twice. So anyways, my dad went out there with me and I now know how to fix a flat tire. When we were out there my dad said, "see, this is why you need a boyfriend, to take care of things like this for you." OR I could just impress my future boyfriend by my flat-tire-fixing-knowledge, how about that? The day had started out with near 50 degree temperatures but five minutes after we were done and it was fixed, it was near zero, with the wind chill making it even colder and snow blowing. Now that is what I call "Chicago weather."
3. I just finished an awesome, awesome book the other day, What is the What by Dave Eggers. I had been wanting to read it forever and finally found it at the library. It's about this guy Valentino who was one of the Lost Boys of Sudan who comes to live in America after over a decade of being on the run in his country because of a brutal war. The first two-thirds is great, then it slows down a bit but the end totally had me crying. At work. My co-worker Randy caught me and said, "It's good to see my homie has a softer side." Isn't it though Randy? This book though, totally worth the wait.
4. Keri and I made good on our promise to be non-fat in '08 and joined Weight Watchers three weeks ago. I've lost just under 6 and she's lost just over 6 pounds - altogether, twelve pounds of lard has vanished. My pants not being so fucking tight on me is probably the best thing in the entire world, EVEN BETTER THAN A BAG OF DORITOS. We will be skinny come Las Vegas in April, you just watch.
5. I lost my turqoiuse ring. Again. Like seriously lost it. Last time I thought I lost it outside a bar and it ended up being in my pocket. This time I lost it in between doing laundry and changing the sheets on my bed. How the FUCK am I able to find it after I think I lost it outside but can't find it in my own goddamn house. I didn't freak out for a week because I just figured it'd pop up somewhere but it hasn't. And that makes me sad, so sad because I love that ring. Now I have to go back to that Cabos San Lucas flea market I bought it from six years ago, who's going with me.
6. My brother finally turned 21 on January 14th. He was going to be back at school for it so Keri and I had decided a long time ago that we were going to drive out to Akron and surprise him to celebrate because no O'D can be sans famile come your 21st birthday. Well except me, but I had no other choice really. We stayed at his frat house Saturday night but got a hotel for Sunday. Oh my lord did we have fun. I'm at work so I can't put pictures up now, but I will at some point. He was so surprised to see us (I was so nervous! assholes), it was great. Sunday night was his birthday at midnight so we went to a bar and J.P rightfully puked outside of it after many shots. We hit up a few other bars, ending at one that had dancing which was the perfect way to end the night because how else would I have gotten 800 pictures of J.P and Keri dancing the robot, HOW ELSE. Thank god we went back to our room though because he later puked in his bed. Beebs, I'm so glad you're 21 now. O'D's are gonna overtake Western Ave, you just watch. Now come home soon so we can celebrate properly on the Southside.
7. My mom and dad are gone for the weekend, skiing in the Upper Penninsula on Michigan. Before I left for work today my mom called and after we talked for a minute goes, "What time is it there?" Mom, you're not in fucking Hawaii - you know in Michgan you're only an hour ahead of us. But I can see why it would be so confusing! She's one of those people that if you're in a different time zone and she asks you the time, she'll then ask, "Chicago-time?" No mom, why the fuck would we be telling you the time in Chicago IF WE'RE NOT IN CHICAGO. Christ on a cracker she drives me crazy.
8. How awesome would it be if the Giants won on Sunday, HOW FUCKING AWESOME. I doubt it, mainly because their quarterback looks confused, and for lack of a better word, retarded, whenever he's on the field, but c'mon, do it. Win for my sake. Forget the money, forget the ring, do it for ME.
9. I've been at work since 11 and since we got a shite-load of snow yesterday, it has been dead all. fucking. day. Me and my co-worker called our boss and asked if we could close early, around 1:00, when we're always open until 7:00 and surprisingly, or really unsurprisingly, he said no. What makes it worse is that Keri and her boyfriend called off work and have been texting me constantly saying "come home" because they've been drinking all day. This going to be the longest hour and twenty minutes of my life. If yout wo don't saev me a Guinness I will kill you.
10. The album For the Birds by the Frames is the best album ever to listen to as night as I'm reading. It came out awhile ago and has been on my iPod forever, but I'm just getting around to listening/being obsessed with it now. Listen to it, love it, and give me money as thanks later.
2. On the way home from work Tuesday night I got a flat tire. I made it all the way home, I only live a couple miles away, but I was just laughing because my god did my parents sell me a piece of shit car. I got home, told my dad and he basically looked at me and said, well you better get out there before the snow starts. Uh, you mean "we" dad? WE should get out there? I think he was getting his pronouns mixed up. Makes sense, he did have to take kindergarden twice. So anyways, my dad went out there with me and I now know how to fix a flat tire. When we were out there my dad said, "see, this is why you need a boyfriend, to take care of things like this for you." OR I could just impress my future boyfriend by my flat-tire-fixing-knowledge, how about that? The day had started out with near 50 degree temperatures but five minutes after we were done and it was fixed, it was near zero, with the wind chill making it even colder and snow blowing. Now that is what I call "Chicago weather."
3. I just finished an awesome, awesome book the other day, What is the What by Dave Eggers. I had been wanting to read it forever and finally found it at the library. It's about this guy Valentino who was one of the Lost Boys of Sudan who comes to live in America after over a decade of being on the run in his country because of a brutal war. The first two-thirds is great, then it slows down a bit but the end totally had me crying. At work. My co-worker Randy caught me and said, "It's good to see my homie has a softer side." Isn't it though Randy? This book though, totally worth the wait.
4. Keri and I made good on our promise to be non-fat in '08 and joined Weight Watchers three weeks ago. I've lost just under 6 and she's lost just over 6 pounds - altogether, twelve pounds of lard has vanished. My pants not being so fucking tight on me is probably the best thing in the entire world, EVEN BETTER THAN A BAG OF DORITOS. We will be skinny come Las Vegas in April, you just watch.
5. I lost my turqoiuse ring. Again. Like seriously lost it. Last time I thought I lost it outside a bar and it ended up being in my pocket. This time I lost it in between doing laundry and changing the sheets on my bed. How the FUCK am I able to find it after I think I lost it outside but can't find it in my own goddamn house. I didn't freak out for a week because I just figured it'd pop up somewhere but it hasn't. And that makes me sad, so sad because I love that ring. Now I have to go back to that Cabos San Lucas flea market I bought it from six years ago, who's going with me.
6. My brother finally turned 21 on January 14th. He was going to be back at school for it so Keri and I had decided a long time ago that we were going to drive out to Akron and surprise him to celebrate because no O'D can be sans famile come your 21st birthday. Well except me, but I had no other choice really. We stayed at his frat house Saturday night but got a hotel for Sunday. Oh my lord did we have fun. I'm at work so I can't put pictures up now, but I will at some point. He was so surprised to see us (I was so nervous! assholes), it was great. Sunday night was his birthday at midnight so we went to a bar and J.P rightfully puked outside of it after many shots. We hit up a few other bars, ending at one that had dancing which was the perfect way to end the night because how else would I have gotten 800 pictures of J.P and Keri dancing the robot, HOW ELSE. Thank god we went back to our room though because he later puked in his bed. Beebs, I'm so glad you're 21 now. O'D's are gonna overtake Western Ave, you just watch. Now come home soon so we can celebrate properly on the Southside.
7. My mom and dad are gone for the weekend, skiing in the Upper Penninsula on Michigan. Before I left for work today my mom called and after we talked for a minute goes, "What time is it there?" Mom, you're not in fucking Hawaii - you know in Michgan you're only an hour ahead of us. But I can see why it would be so confusing! She's one of those people that if you're in a different time zone and she asks you the time, she'll then ask, "Chicago-time?" No mom, why the fuck would we be telling you the time in Chicago IF WE'RE NOT IN CHICAGO. Christ on a cracker she drives me crazy.
8. How awesome would it be if the Giants won on Sunday, HOW FUCKING AWESOME. I doubt it, mainly because their quarterback looks confused, and for lack of a better word, retarded, whenever he's on the field, but c'mon, do it. Win for my sake. Forget the money, forget the ring, do it for ME.
9. I've been at work since 11 and since we got a shite-load of snow yesterday, it has been dead all. fucking. day. Me and my co-worker called our boss and asked if we could close early, around 1:00, when we're always open until 7:00 and surprisingly, or really unsurprisingly, he said no. What makes it worse is that Keri and her boyfriend called off work and have been texting me constantly saying "come home" because they've been drinking all day. This going to be the longest hour and twenty minutes of my life. If yout wo don't saev me a Guinness I will kill you.
10. The album For the Birds by the Frames is the best album ever to listen to as night as I'm reading. It came out awhile ago and has been on my iPod forever, but I'm just getting around to listening/being obsessed with it now. Listen to it, love it, and give me money as thanks later.
Friday, January 04, 2008
Misinterpreted Command, Said By My Aunt To Me: "You Open It Up, I'll Stick It In"
She was talking about opening the oven to put the cookies in, pervs.
I just heard the song D.A.N.C.E by Justice for the first time a couple days ago and love it. I don't know what's wrong with me this year, I've been getting into dance-y/electronic-y music like LCD Soundsystem, Hot Chip, and now Justice, though granted DANCE is the only song I've heard by them. But I love it. Is that so wrong? My sister may make fun of me but I can take that. I got my brother to like at least one Hot Chip song, so take that Kerianne. All together I think I've gotten some kick ass music this year. Besides the above mentioned there's the Shins, Peter, Bjorn and John, the Once soundtrack, Beirut, the National, Tokyo Police Club (who I finally started to like two months after I bought the record), Mark Ronson and the Shout Out Louds (which I just bought a couple days ago and LOVE). There were only a few "eh's" - mainly Rilo Kiley and the Good the Bad and the Queen, which I don't dislike by any means, it's just not my favorite. Overall 2007, you get two thumbs up for music.
It's official: my brother isn't the only flamer in the family anymore. Yesterday Keri got me my Christmas present - our long-awaited sister's tattoo we've only been talking about getting for 2 1/2 years. It's a black flame on the inside of our right foot next to the ankle and it looks majestic. Keri printed up a "Sweetheart Award" on the internet as her way of telling me what her present was (don't ask me) and after I give her a hug, yay yay I'm excited! she goes "we can't rub our tattoos together though." She has a foot phobia equivalent to my touching-of-the-face phobia so she didn't want to me "force" her to rub our feet together. What is the FUCK even made you think I would want to do that? That thought hadn't, and would not have, entered my mind, but now it is my life goal to get us to "rub our tattoos" together. Sorry girl - you shouldn't have given me the idea. Flamers for life!
Besides that, Christmas was pretty low-key. For the first time ever part of my mom's family (aunt, uncle and cousin) from Arizona came in for it. I got a sweet Houndstooth pattern coat that Keri IS NOT JEALOUS OF AT ALL, an iTunes gift card from my bro, three bras, a hotel room to stay in when we go to Vegas (although I really didn't think they'd make us sleep on the streets) and some other little stuff. We just ate and stayed in our pajamas all day until me, my cousin Hallie and my best friend Megan went to the bar later to meet up with friends. Some things never change. Also: the present I gave Keri made her cry. I win!
The highlight on my New Years Eve: my friend Kelly getting hit by a cork coming off a champagne bottle in the back of the head at the bar. I'm still laughing about it. I didn't kiss anybody at midnight but did kiss the gay-esque guy who gave us a ride home later. Thank you, guys who's name I can't remember for the life of me now. I've got some resolutions I intend to keep, namely lose weight to look good for Vegas (50 pounds or bust!), get a new job and start writing shit down so I don't forget to do some many little things all the time. I even have a little notebook to keep in my purse now so this last one MIGHT actually happen. The losing weight hopefully too; it's back to Weight Watchers next week. I'm gonna stop dieting and START LIVING BITCHES.
Book report: Loved loved LOVED Black Dogs by Ian McEwan and Astonishing Splashes of Colour by Claire Morrall. Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro was brilliant (I feel like an impostor saying that word because I'm American but I'm doing it anyways - screw you England) too; Ms. Mac's recommendations never leads me astray. I just finished another Margaret Atwood book, The Robber Bride and while it was good, it took me awhile to get into; I might have to take an Atwood break for the time being. I just started Lullaby by Chuck Palaniuck or however you spell his name and just by the synopsis on the back, I think I'm going to like it. I have been a reading MACHINE lately.
If anyone can find Andy Dick's MTV show "The Assistant" from about four or so years ago on DVD I will give you a million dollars. Watching clips of it on YouTube just doesn't cut it.
So we finished with a shitty ass 7-9 record. At least we beat the Packers TWICE BITCHES. I'll take that as a consolation prize any day.
I just heard the song D.A.N.C.E by Justice for the first time a couple days ago and love it. I don't know what's wrong with me this year, I've been getting into dance-y/electronic-y music like LCD Soundsystem, Hot Chip, and now Justice, though granted DANCE is the only song I've heard by them. But I love it. Is that so wrong? My sister may make fun of me but I can take that. I got my brother to like at least one Hot Chip song, so take that Kerianne. All together I think I've gotten some kick ass music this year. Besides the above mentioned there's the Shins, Peter, Bjorn and John, the Once soundtrack, Beirut, the National, Tokyo Police Club (who I finally started to like two months after I bought the record), Mark Ronson and the Shout Out Louds (which I just bought a couple days ago and LOVE). There were only a few "eh's" - mainly Rilo Kiley and the Good the Bad and the Queen, which I don't dislike by any means, it's just not my favorite. Overall 2007, you get two thumbs up for music.
It's official: my brother isn't the only flamer in the family anymore. Yesterday Keri got me my Christmas present - our long-awaited sister's tattoo we've only been talking about getting for 2 1/2 years. It's a black flame on the inside of our right foot next to the ankle and it looks majestic. Keri printed up a "Sweetheart Award" on the internet as her way of telling me what her present was (don't ask me) and after I give her a hug, yay yay I'm excited! she goes "we can't rub our tattoos together though." She has a foot phobia equivalent to my touching-of-the-face phobia so she didn't want to me "force" her to rub our feet together. What is the FUCK even made you think I would want to do that? That thought hadn't, and would not have, entered my mind, but now it is my life goal to get us to "rub our tattoos" together. Sorry girl - you shouldn't have given me the idea. Flamers for life!
Besides that, Christmas was pretty low-key. For the first time ever part of my mom's family (aunt, uncle and cousin) from Arizona came in for it. I got a sweet Houndstooth pattern coat that Keri IS NOT JEALOUS OF AT ALL, an iTunes gift card from my bro, three bras, a hotel room to stay in when we go to Vegas (although I really didn't think they'd make us sleep on the streets) and some other little stuff. We just ate and stayed in our pajamas all day until me, my cousin Hallie and my best friend Megan went to the bar later to meet up with friends. Some things never change. Also: the present I gave Keri made her cry. I win!
The highlight on my New Years Eve: my friend Kelly getting hit by a cork coming off a champagne bottle in the back of the head at the bar. I'm still laughing about it. I didn't kiss anybody at midnight but did kiss the gay-esque guy who gave us a ride home later. Thank you, guys who's name I can't remember for the life of me now. I've got some resolutions I intend to keep, namely lose weight to look good for Vegas (50 pounds or bust!), get a new job and start writing shit down so I don't forget to do some many little things all the time. I even have a little notebook to keep in my purse now so this last one MIGHT actually happen. The losing weight hopefully too; it's back to Weight Watchers next week. I'm gonna stop dieting and START LIVING BITCHES.
Book report: Loved loved LOVED Black Dogs by Ian McEwan and Astonishing Splashes of Colour by Claire Morrall. Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro was brilliant (I feel like an impostor saying that word because I'm American but I'm doing it anyways - screw you England) too; Ms. Mac's recommendations never leads me astray. I just finished another Margaret Atwood book, The Robber Bride and while it was good, it took me awhile to get into; I might have to take an Atwood break for the time being. I just started Lullaby by Chuck Palaniuck or however you spell his name and just by the synopsis on the back, I think I'm going to like it. I have been a reading MACHINE lately.
If anyone can find Andy Dick's MTV show "The Assistant" from about four or so years ago on DVD I will give you a million dollars. Watching clips of it on YouTube just doesn't cut it.
So we finished with a shitty ass 7-9 record. At least we beat the Packers TWICE BITCHES. I'll take that as a consolation prize any day.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Knock Yourself Out
The book I finished today namechecked the book I'm starting tonight. Freeeeeeaky.
The Bears season in one word? Tragic. Just fucking tragic.
The song Playboy by Hot Chip makes me feel, I wish to god I could think of another word here but I can't, sexy. Sex machine-ish. Boner-ish. Listen to it yourself and disagree with me I DARE YOU.
I am DONE Christmas shopping.
I got my oil changed for the first time by myself - I am now an official grown-up. Or at least getting closer.
I have off Christmas Eve. I would've been off by 3:00 anyways BUT STILL. I'm excited.
Will is still a fucking psycho. Really, I should start carrying Mace with me. Or an axe.
I hadn't read much in the past month but read three books in the past nine days. I'm awesome. Yes I'm bragging about reading skills: I gotta cling to what I've got.
I've been looking for a dark red colored purse forever and found one at Payless Shoes of all places. For $4.00. FOUR fucking dollars. I'm awesome.
Seriously, the band Hot Chip is the cat's pajamas AND the bee's knees combined.
And finally, a picture of me. At San Diego. In the ocean. Glowing.
The Bears season in one word? Tragic. Just fucking tragic.
The song Playboy by Hot Chip makes me feel, I wish to god I could think of another word here but I can't, sexy. Sex machine-ish. Boner-ish. Listen to it yourself and disagree with me I DARE YOU.
I am DONE Christmas shopping.
I got my oil changed for the first time by myself - I am now an official grown-up. Or at least getting closer.
I have off Christmas Eve. I would've been off by 3:00 anyways BUT STILL. I'm excited.
Will is still a fucking psycho. Really, I should start carrying Mace with me. Or an axe.
I hadn't read much in the past month but read three books in the past nine days. I'm awesome. Yes I'm bragging about reading skills: I gotta cling to what I've got.
I've been looking for a dark red colored purse forever and found one at Payless Shoes of all places. For $4.00. FOUR fucking dollars. I'm awesome.
Seriously, the band Hot Chip is the cat's pajamas AND the bee's knees combined.
And finally, a picture of me. At San Diego. In the ocean. Glowing.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Hey Al, You Ever Had Your Salad Tossed?
Seriously, I could not have asked for a better Bears to have gone to. I said I was going to pee my pants if Hester returned a kick and then I had to do it TWICE. Thanks Devin. And in the same quarter at that? Made things a little bit chillier for me. There was a Bears win in overtime, another fourth quarter comeback and Hester returning two kicks, but on top of all that, I got a free Bears scarf! For being pretty! Or just because I walked into the stadium! But still! Could my life get any better? I submit that it cannot. Well then it got worse because Will turned into a complete fucking asshole to end the night because he can never leave well enough alone, but I'm not letting anything spoil me having seen the best football game ever. Our seats were pretty high up and I had a small-to-medium heart attack the first time I walked up those steps to row 24, but I don't think you could possibly have a bad seat at Soldier Field. Awesome, awesome AWESOME fucking game. Will may be the biggest fuck-up I've ever met, but at least he took me to the game, thanks bitch. And thank YOU, Devin Hester. And thank you, old-ass lady who gave her old-ass boyfriend an old-ass blowjob in the row right in front of me. The game wouldn't have been the same without you.
Just in case you aren't aware of how awesome Devin Hester, aka the Windy City Flyer, is, watch this clip on YouTube of him returning a kick in college against Duke. Not safe for work. Will cause instant boner.
So I went to California and came home last Monday. Watch for me to be on the Price is Right on December 11th - the lady in the row behind us got called up and won 10 grand so we're thinking we might be on for a second when the camera was on her in the seats. What a shitty looking studio though. I don't think they've updated anything in there since Bob Barker started. Drew Carey was funny though, in between commercial breaks. And then we did all that other jazz, Gruman's Theatre, tried an In-N-Out burger, the Kodak Theatre and the Hollywood Wax Museum which I thought was would be lame but ended up being a blast. Anytime I can stroke Jesus's beard and cup Angelina's boobs has to be a good time. We also went to the Griffith Observatory which was cool, seeing the Hollywood sign and stuff, ate at the Saddle Ranch where Bret Michaels took Heather and her family out to eat (I know! You hate me you're so jealous!), bought a pair of huge-ass Nicole Ritchie-esque sunglasses (my sole reason for going out there), went to San Diego for a night, won $14.25 playing Bonus Poker at a casino (I cashed that bitch out), went swimming in a heated pool at her aunts while our friends waited for snow flurries back here in Chicago BUT DIDN'T SEE A GODDAMN CELEBRITY. Not Paris, not Britney, not Lindsay, not even fucking Tara Reid. But I did have some lady, one of Diana's cousin's friends, ask me incredulously at the bar, "You drink BEER?" I think I scared them with my Miller Lite. There's a reason for my beer belly lady - it has been well earned.
Has anyone besides me ever heard of the show Sports Action Team? I've been trying to spread the word about this show because it's hysterical and have yet to meet someone who's seen it. They show it around 11:45 or midnight on NBC on Sundays, depending on when the Sunday night game ends. It's a documentary/improv type show a la The Office and Curb Your Enthusiasm about a group of sports reporters who are all terrible at their jobs. It's only on during the football season I'm pretty sure, so you only have a short time left to catch it. This though, is the best clip ever. A comment someone left on that clip says it all - "Leave it to a Raider or Raiders fan to shoot someone." Actually they spelled it "r8r" but I won't subject you to that OR WILL I.
I'm not the hugest Killers fan in the entire world. By a long shot. I like Mr. Brightside and one or two others but hated their new songs, especially Read My Mind. A song that makes me love them though is their cover of Joy Division's Shadowplay they did for the Ian Curtis biopic Control. Listen to it, love it and thank me later.
Ever since I saw the TLC reality show Jon & Kate Plus 8, I realized I have seen my future. I hope to god I don't have sextuplets, but I'm pretty sure if I ever get married that's what my relationship with my husband will be like. God I love that show. And Run's House on MTV - Russy is the funniest unintentional kid ever. Really, I do have a life I SWEAR. I can't help it if I saw a Jon & Kate marathon two weeks ago and then two hours of Run's House last week. I gotta have something to keep me going since the fucking writer's strike is still going on. WORK IT OUT ALREADY, I WANT TO WATCH JON AND STEPHEN AGAIN.
Will spelled the word "ruin" as "rune". I've never wanted to punch someone in the face with such urgency before. I'm done. Done done done done DONE.
Just in case you aren't aware of how awesome Devin Hester, aka the Windy City Flyer, is, watch this clip on YouTube of him returning a kick in college against Duke. Not safe for work. Will cause instant boner.
So I went to California and came home last Monday. Watch for me to be on the Price is Right on December 11th - the lady in the row behind us got called up and won 10 grand so we're thinking we might be on for a second when the camera was on her in the seats. What a shitty looking studio though. I don't think they've updated anything in there since Bob Barker started. Drew Carey was funny though, in between commercial breaks. And then we did all that other jazz, Gruman's Theatre, tried an In-N-Out burger, the Kodak Theatre and the Hollywood Wax Museum which I thought was would be lame but ended up being a blast. Anytime I can stroke Jesus's beard and cup Angelina's boobs has to be a good time. We also went to the Griffith Observatory which was cool, seeing the Hollywood sign and stuff, ate at the Saddle Ranch where Bret Michaels took Heather and her family out to eat (I know! You hate me you're so jealous!), bought a pair of huge-ass Nicole Ritchie-esque sunglasses (my sole reason for going out there), went to San Diego for a night, won $14.25 playing Bonus Poker at a casino (I cashed that bitch out), went swimming in a heated pool at her aunts while our friends waited for snow flurries back here in Chicago BUT DIDN'T SEE A GODDAMN CELEBRITY. Not Paris, not Britney, not Lindsay, not even fucking Tara Reid. But I did have some lady, one of Diana's cousin's friends, ask me incredulously at the bar, "You drink BEER?" I think I scared them with my Miller Lite. There's a reason for my beer belly lady - it has been well earned.
Has anyone besides me ever heard of the show Sports Action Team? I've been trying to spread the word about this show because it's hysterical and have yet to meet someone who's seen it. They show it around 11:45 or midnight on NBC on Sundays, depending on when the Sunday night game ends. It's a documentary/improv type show a la The Office and Curb Your Enthusiasm about a group of sports reporters who are all terrible at their jobs. It's only on during the football season I'm pretty sure, so you only have a short time left to catch it. This though, is the best clip ever. A comment someone left on that clip says it all - "Leave it to a Raider or Raiders fan to shoot someone." Actually they spelled it "r8r" but I won't subject you to that OR WILL I.
I'm not the hugest Killers fan in the entire world. By a long shot. I like Mr. Brightside and one or two others but hated their new songs, especially Read My Mind. A song that makes me love them though is their cover of Joy Division's Shadowplay they did for the Ian Curtis biopic Control. Listen to it, love it and thank me later.
Ever since I saw the TLC reality show Jon & Kate Plus 8, I realized I have seen my future. I hope to god I don't have sextuplets, but I'm pretty sure if I ever get married that's what my relationship with my husband will be like. God I love that show. And Run's House on MTV - Russy is the funniest unintentional kid ever. Really, I do have a life I SWEAR. I can't help it if I saw a Jon & Kate marathon two weeks ago and then two hours of Run's House last week. I gotta have something to keep me going since the fucking writer's strike is still going on. WORK IT OUT ALREADY, I WANT TO WATCH JON AND STEPHEN AGAIN.
Will spelled the word "ruin" as "rune". I've never wanted to punch someone in the face with such urgency before. I'm done. Done done done done DONE.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Public Service Announcement
I went to the AWESOMEST BEARS GAME IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD TODAY.
Just wanted to share.
Just wanted to share.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Bathroom, Restroom, Washroom, W.C, Porta-Potty, Take Your Pick
Some guy just came into work and asked if we "had a latrine." We're not in the fucking trenches buddy.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
I Fought In The Old Revolution
Besides Angelina givng birth to Shiloh, nothing that happens in Hollywood really affects my life. Then the Writer's Guild has to be a complete fucking douche bag and go on strike. The rest of you could bitch and moan about having to watch reruns of the Daily Show, but me? I was actually planning on seeing one of those shows, Live with Jimmy Kimmel. What perfect timing assholes. Had it been any other time in my life it wouldn't affect me, but it's pretty clear that this is a direct assault on me. I have been pinpointed and I DON'T LIKE IT. Why are you singling me out of every other fannypack-American-flag-t-shirt-cowboy-hat-camera-slung-around-the-neck wearing toursit? I promise not to wear that t-shirt anymore if you LET ME SEE MY JIMMY KIMMEL.
I don't think I mentioned this yet - my sister Kerianne is finally a contributing member of society. No, she didn't start giving blowjobs for money (yet) SHE GOT A JOB. Since getting her first paycheck she has pretty much been my favorite person (after Billy Baldwin and before Thomas Jefferson) mainly because she buys beer for me! It is delightful! I love my sister having money! Way to go Kerianne - already making more money than your older, wiser, beautiful-er, more talented sister. I'm not bitter at all!
Since I discovered on Sunday while at the bar watching the Pats-Colts game that Miller Lite had peel-off labels to win a t-shirt, it has been my life goal to win one (who says I don't have determination now motherfuckers). Last night, after seeing way too many "sorry" 's I finally saw a "congratulations!" Aw hell yeah, in 4-6 weeks I will be wearing my very own XXL Miller Liller Chicago Football t-shirt. Seriously it was kind of pathetic how excited I got when I finally won one. Then Keri had to steal my thunder and win one later too. LET ME HAVE THE SPOTLIGHT FOR ONCE. Mine'll probably be prettier.
Before Halloween I had wanted to carve a pumpkin but before I could the squirrels ruined them outside, so my mom got me and Keri some free ones at the store earlier this week. I had my own little carving party Wednesday accompanied by me myself and I and carved the SHIT out of that pumpkin. I just followed some stencils we had so although they weren't free-hand carvings, the ghost and headless horseman I did still looked pretty fucking cool. (I am 23, carve pumpkins by myself and am ridiculously proud of them - guys start forming the line to the right) I come home from work yesterday and my dad says to me "Did you see your pumpkin won 1st place?" My dad, I found out later from my mom, literally went to the store with the sole intention of buying a first place ribbon. Found it. Bought it. And stuck it on my pumpkin. My dad does not do shit like this. Seriously. Ever. Nothing even remotely like this. He doesn't even know my birthday. Or my middle name, most likely. The last time he did something like this was in third grade when I did good on a math test (the good ones were few and far in between) and he bought me the Da-da cd, of "I'm Going to Disneyland" fame. God that cd ROCKED. The thought of him buying this at the store makes me smile cause aw, my dad does love me! Not like that fact was ever in question but too cute dad, too cute.
Before work Tuesday I pulled into 7-11 to get some coffee. I was close to the car on the left of me but figured I could swing the car in without having to back up because my depth perception is usually pretty off (though not as bad as Diana's. Her car is five feet long and watching her parallel park you'd think she was backing up a semi). I guess I have more faith in my depth perception that I really should because I hit the car. It was only some minor dents because I was going about a 1/2 a mile per hour but oh my god my heart started beating so fast I thought I was going to hyperventilate. A million thoughts were racing through my head WHERE'S THE INSURANCE CARD DO I EVEN HAVE INSURANCE DAD IS GOING TO KILL ME AM I HAVING A HEART ATTACK EVERYONE IN THE STORE IS STARING AT ME THEY ALL HEARD ME HIT THE CAR I THINK I'M DYING. I go in the store and ask whos SUV it is and it's some younger, but still older than me, guys car. We go outside, he sees the dent and scratches and goes "Don't worry about it." What? Are you serious? Do my ears deceive me? Hark, the herald angels sing? He wouldn't even let me buy him anything from 7-11. I was still shaking because I was so nervous, but seriously, how fucking awesome is that. The lady at the counter was like "that was really nice of you to come in and fess up to it." Who gives a shit what I did, HE is the nice one by not even caring at all. I can't wait for someone to hit me now (fingers crossed!) so I can react in the same way. But only if they're going super slow too cause if not I'll sue the shit out of them.
The Raiders are kicking to Hester tomorrow. You'll be sooooorrrryyyyyy.
Also: J.P, I don't even know if you read this, but you are an asshole for going to Eastern AND NOT EVEN COMING HOME TO VISIT US. You're dead to me.
I don't think I mentioned this yet - my sister Kerianne is finally a contributing member of society. No, she didn't start giving blowjobs for money (yet) SHE GOT A JOB. Since getting her first paycheck she has pretty much been my favorite person (after Billy Baldwin and before Thomas Jefferson) mainly because she buys beer for me! It is delightful! I love my sister having money! Way to go Kerianne - already making more money than your older, wiser, beautiful-er, more talented sister. I'm not bitter at all!
Since I discovered on Sunday while at the bar watching the Pats-Colts game that Miller Lite had peel-off labels to win a t-shirt, it has been my life goal to win one (who says I don't have determination now motherfuckers). Last night, after seeing way too many "sorry" 's I finally saw a "congratulations!" Aw hell yeah, in 4-6 weeks I will be wearing my very own XXL Miller Liller Chicago Football t-shirt. Seriously it was kind of pathetic how excited I got when I finally won one. Then Keri had to steal my thunder and win one later too. LET ME HAVE THE SPOTLIGHT FOR ONCE. Mine'll probably be prettier.
Before Halloween I had wanted to carve a pumpkin but before I could the squirrels ruined them outside, so my mom got me and Keri some free ones at the store earlier this week. I had my own little carving party Wednesday accompanied by me myself and I and carved the SHIT out of that pumpkin. I just followed some stencils we had so although they weren't free-hand carvings, the ghost and headless horseman I did still looked pretty fucking cool. (I am 23, carve pumpkins by myself and am ridiculously proud of them - guys start forming the line to the right) I come home from work yesterday and my dad says to me "Did you see your pumpkin won 1st place?" My dad, I found out later from my mom, literally went to the store with the sole intention of buying a first place ribbon. Found it. Bought it. And stuck it on my pumpkin. My dad does not do shit like this. Seriously. Ever. Nothing even remotely like this. He doesn't even know my birthday. Or my middle name, most likely. The last time he did something like this was in third grade when I did good on a math test (the good ones were few and far in between) and he bought me the Da-da cd, of "I'm Going to Disneyland" fame. God that cd ROCKED. The thought of him buying this at the store makes me smile cause aw, my dad does love me! Not like that fact was ever in question but too cute dad, too cute.
Before work Tuesday I pulled into 7-11 to get some coffee. I was close to the car on the left of me but figured I could swing the car in without having to back up because my depth perception is usually pretty off (though not as bad as Diana's. Her car is five feet long and watching her parallel park you'd think she was backing up a semi). I guess I have more faith in my depth perception that I really should because I hit the car. It was only some minor dents because I was going about a 1/2 a mile per hour but oh my god my heart started beating so fast I thought I was going to hyperventilate. A million thoughts were racing through my head WHERE'S THE INSURANCE CARD DO I EVEN HAVE INSURANCE DAD IS GOING TO KILL ME AM I HAVING A HEART ATTACK EVERYONE IN THE STORE IS STARING AT ME THEY ALL HEARD ME HIT THE CAR I THINK I'M DYING. I go in the store and ask whos SUV it is and it's some younger, but still older than me, guys car. We go outside, he sees the dent and scratches and goes "Don't worry about it." What? Are you serious? Do my ears deceive me? Hark, the herald angels sing? He wouldn't even let me buy him anything from 7-11. I was still shaking because I was so nervous, but seriously, how fucking awesome is that. The lady at the counter was like "that was really nice of you to come in and fess up to it." Who gives a shit what I did, HE is the nice one by not even caring at all. I can't wait for someone to hit me now (fingers crossed!) so I can react in the same way. But only if they're going super slow too cause if not I'll sue the shit out of them.
The Raiders are kicking to Hester tomorrow. You'll be sooooorrrryyyyyy.
Also: J.P, I don't even know if you read this, but you are an asshole for going to Eastern AND NOT EVEN COMING HOME TO VISIT US. You're dead to me.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Tax-Deductible Charity Organizations
You know what blows? When your favorite football team goes from almost winning the Superbowl one year to being fucking 3-5 the next year. Goddamnit. It's just like the White Sox not even making it to the play-offs in the 2006 season. It's not like I'm giving up on the Bears or anything, dragging my ass out of bed to watch football on Sundays is what I look forward to most all week, but throw me a goddamn bone here. Three fucking interceptions IN THE END ZONE Brian Griese? Really? Was that nessecary? Where's Orton when you need him.
The one saving grace? Devin Hester man, Devin Hester. If I could have his babies I would give him sextuplets just to show my appreciation. I don't know if he would actually appreciate being my babies' daddy to six kids, but I'll worry about the details later. I wish teams would stop being such pussies and just punt to him, but who can blame them for not, the guy gets at least 40 yeards it seems on every return. So I can't blame them, but I will hate them for it because most of the time it's the most exciting part of the game, seeing what holes he's gonna find in the defense and how far he's going to get. I want a Hester jersey for Christmas. J, Ker, you listening?
I am finally taking advantage of my weeks paid vacation I get at work and going to California on November 13th thru the 19th. Everytime I talk about it I get either California Love by Tupac, Goin to California by Led Zeppelin, California by Phantom Planet or California by Rufus Wainwright in my head. Ninety-nine percent of the time it's Tupac, but it's good to know I have options. (Why are there not as many Illinois songs? I am going to do something to rectify that situation pronto). I'm going with Diana and we're staying with her aunt and cousins, whom I love almost, if not more, than my own extended family. While there we're going to the Price is Right on the 14th (which Diana is way too excited about, I could really give a shit) and Jimmy Kimmel on the 15th, which I am way too excited about. Can I really afford this vacation? No I cannot, but I'm doing it up anyways. One of the first thoughts that popped into my head when I realized we'd be there a Sunday was "oh my god, I might miss the Bears game", but fret not kiddos, it's a Sunday night game on NBC, there is a god. I can't wait to pop my California cherry.
Five Minute Book Club Meeting: Read We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver. Ms. Mac, having such impeccable taste, said it was one of her favorite books and since reading it, I whole-heartedly agree with her. It's a book written in letters from a wife to her husband recounting their marriage and the birth and upbringing of their son, Kevin who goes on to do a Columbine type (I'm not giving anything away here) massacre at his school. Kind of made me scared to have kids, but god was it a good book.
I got the new Radiohead album the other day (I didn't give them any money for it, I'm broke, lay off) and am not a huge fan of the whole thing, but love, love the song All I Need, which is the reason I bought (with monopoly money) it after hearing it on the radio. There are a couple good songs though, so get it cause it's free and you can't beat that OR CAN YOU.
The Lions coach Rod Marinelli said last week that they'd rather kick the ball into Lake Michigan then kick it to Devin Hester. So after EVERY SINGLE (no it did not get old at all!) punt/kick-off, before breaking into a commercial, they would show a ball getting tossed in the lake and floating around for a few seconds. The first time they did it my back was to the tv and my mom's telling me "the ball was in the lake!" I told her about the quote and how they were probably joking, but she was honestly confused for a minute about how the ball got kicked into the lake. Come on Mom. I know the stadiums right on the lake but nobody could throw (maybe Tom Brady?), let alone kick the ball into the lake, let's think about this seriously for a second. And then later she asked me what inning it was. Is it time for the home already mom?
Me and Keri have this thing where we're obsessed with the song Elephant Love Medley from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. It's a duet between Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman's characters and before we sing it, one of us has to pick if we're going to be Nicole or Ewan (I know, who wants to hang out with us now?). We hadn't done it in a couple months I don't think when on the way home from the bar Friday night, as Keri was driving and I was in charge of the iPod, I asked her "who do you want to be?" Without even thinking about it she says "Ewan". And then we belted our hearts out. I'm sure Diana was thrilled in the backseat. Is it possible to be in love with your own sister? No? Okay. Just asking. Forget I said anything.
We got it. Challenge it.
The one saving grace? Devin Hester man, Devin Hester. If I could have his babies I would give him sextuplets just to show my appreciation. I don't know if he would actually appreciate being my babies' daddy to six kids, but I'll worry about the details later. I wish teams would stop being such pussies and just punt to him, but who can blame them for not, the guy gets at least 40 yeards it seems on every return. So I can't blame them, but I will hate them for it because most of the time it's the most exciting part of the game, seeing what holes he's gonna find in the defense and how far he's going to get. I want a Hester jersey for Christmas. J, Ker, you listening?
I am finally taking advantage of my weeks paid vacation I get at work and going to California on November 13th thru the 19th. Everytime I talk about it I get either California Love by Tupac, Goin to California by Led Zeppelin, California by Phantom Planet or California by Rufus Wainwright in my head. Ninety-nine percent of the time it's Tupac, but it's good to know I have options. (Why are there not as many Illinois songs? I am going to do something to rectify that situation pronto). I'm going with Diana and we're staying with her aunt and cousins, whom I love almost, if not more, than my own extended family. While there we're going to the Price is Right on the 14th (which Diana is way too excited about, I could really give a shit) and Jimmy Kimmel on the 15th, which I am way too excited about. Can I really afford this vacation? No I cannot, but I'm doing it up anyways. One of the first thoughts that popped into my head when I realized we'd be there a Sunday was "oh my god, I might miss the Bears game", but fret not kiddos, it's a Sunday night game on NBC, there is a god. I can't wait to pop my California cherry.
Five Minute Book Club Meeting: Read We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver. Ms. Mac, having such impeccable taste, said it was one of her favorite books and since reading it, I whole-heartedly agree with her. It's a book written in letters from a wife to her husband recounting their marriage and the birth and upbringing of their son, Kevin who goes on to do a Columbine type (I'm not giving anything away here) massacre at his school. Kind of made me scared to have kids, but god was it a good book.
I got the new Radiohead album the other day (I didn't give them any money for it, I'm broke, lay off) and am not a huge fan of the whole thing, but love, love the song All I Need, which is the reason I bought (with monopoly money) it after hearing it on the radio. There are a couple good songs though, so get it cause it's free and you can't beat that OR CAN YOU.
The Lions coach Rod Marinelli said last week that they'd rather kick the ball into Lake Michigan then kick it to Devin Hester. So after EVERY SINGLE (no it did not get old at all!) punt/kick-off, before breaking into a commercial, they would show a ball getting tossed in the lake and floating around for a few seconds. The first time they did it my back was to the tv and my mom's telling me "the ball was in the lake!" I told her about the quote and how they were probably joking, but she was honestly confused for a minute about how the ball got kicked into the lake. Come on Mom. I know the stadiums right on the lake but nobody could throw (maybe Tom Brady?), let alone kick the ball into the lake, let's think about this seriously for a second. And then later she asked me what inning it was. Is it time for the home already mom?
Me and Keri have this thing where we're obsessed with the song Elephant Love Medley from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. It's a duet between Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman's characters and before we sing it, one of us has to pick if we're going to be Nicole or Ewan (I know, who wants to hang out with us now?). We hadn't done it in a couple months I don't think when on the way home from the bar Friday night, as Keri was driving and I was in charge of the iPod, I asked her "who do you want to be?" Without even thinking about it she says "Ewan". And then we belted our hearts out. I'm sure Diana was thrilled in the backseat. Is it possible to be in love with your own sister? No? Okay. Just asking. Forget I said anything.
We got it. Challenge it.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Talking Quotes
I had a dream last night that my sister wanted to get a tattoo. A tattoo of the earth with the word "Imagine" ABOVE it. I know, sounds pretty awesome right? The only problem is I have a tattoo of the earth with the word "Imagine" UNDERNEATH it. Oh my god people I was ANGRY in this dream. Like crying hysterically angry because I was so mad that she was going to get the same tattoo as me. Listen up bitch, if you EVER decide to do that, I can't stop you, but I will hold you down and spit in your ear. What now.
Thursday night we went out and I locked my keys in my car outside the bar (it was really far, then I fell in some tar, the night really was not up to par) so Will gave me a ride home because he was out too. Then he got really angry for some reason and we fought for the umpteenth time about how I don't like him like that, but he doesn't understand why, come just admit you have feelings for me and good lord, shut the fuck up because if I have to explain myself one more time I am going to shoot you in the fucking face afterwards. So I told him to leave and went to bed. I wake up the next morning to three text messages. I now present you with thee texts:
Will at 4:47 am: This is the last message I send you I truly care about you and I know it means nothing to you but if you ever have a change of heart - it gets cut off.
Will at 5:08 am: Ya this is the worst night ever not only did I lose you but I got hit by a car walking home and they drove away drunk drivers - cut off again. (Run-on sentences much?)
Lisa, his sister, at 6:08 am: Hey did you and my brother get in a fight tonight? He got hit by a car on the way home from your house. He is at home and out of it.
I don't know what I expected these text messages to say, but him getting HIT BY A FUCKING CAR was not one of them. Not like it's funny, it's not funny at all, but come on, yes it is a little bit. He's fine, his back hurts him, but he's still up and functioning considering he GOT HIT BY A CAR, ROLLED ONTO THE WINDSHIELD AND THE CAR JUST DROVE OFF. I didn't get why he was walking in the first place, but his car wouldn't start and he only lives about 7 blocks away so he just walked. Every time I tell someone I can't help smiling and laughing about it, not because I am a terrible person, but because it's just so fucked up. He got hit by a car. He then texted me (I know, it's the most logical thing I can think of to do when I am involved as the "hit" part of a hit and run). He finishes walking home. God WHY CAN I NOT STOP LAUGHING ABOUT THIS.
The other day at work some old dude, at least 70, came in to send something out. He had on a t-shirt with one of those yellow smiley faces on it that said "Smile if you swallow". I actually made a conscious effort to NOT smile the entire time I was helping him, like he was really going to call me out on being a "swallower" if I cracked a tiny smile. I just never pictured myself having to worry about a customer knowing if I swallow or spit. I guess there's a first time for everything.
I just bought an album on iTunes called Gulag Orkestar by this dude named Beirut and it's awesome. It has an Eastern European-gypsy-like tinge to it which I would never expect to be attracted to, but I obviously have a huge boner listening to it right now. It's an older one, I guess he just put out a newer one last month, but I'm working on it in chronological order so fuck off. iTunes is my lover.
Reading update: I just finished No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy and it was super good. Way different from The Road, but written in the same literary style which I really like. It's simple, with barely any commas, apostrophes and no talking quotes (the technical term eludes me), which I love. I mean I love books with no talking quotes, not talking quotes themselves. Talking quotes can go to hell for all I care. I have Torette's and all I can say is talking quotes. TALKING QUOTES.
If you guys missed the Ken Burns documentary The War last week, then I feel really bad for you. If you ever find yourself with 14 hours to spare, rent this and laugh, cry and be amazed like I was/did. It was seriously faaaaaaantastic.
Thursday night we went out and I locked my keys in my car outside the bar (it was really far, then I fell in some tar, the night really was not up to par) so Will gave me a ride home because he was out too. Then he got really angry for some reason and we fought for the umpteenth time about how I don't like him like that, but he doesn't understand why, come just admit you have feelings for me and good lord, shut the fuck up because if I have to explain myself one more time I am going to shoot you in the fucking face afterwards. So I told him to leave and went to bed. I wake up the next morning to three text messages. I now present you with thee texts:
Will at 4:47 am: This is the last message I send you I truly care about you and I know it means nothing to you but if you ever have a change of heart - it gets cut off.
Will at 5:08 am: Ya this is the worst night ever not only did I lose you but I got hit by a car walking home and they drove away drunk drivers - cut off again. (Run-on sentences much?)
Lisa, his sister, at 6:08 am: Hey did you and my brother get in a fight tonight? He got hit by a car on the way home from your house. He is at home and out of it.
I don't know what I expected these text messages to say, but him getting HIT BY A FUCKING CAR was not one of them. Not like it's funny, it's not funny at all, but come on, yes it is a little bit. He's fine, his back hurts him, but he's still up and functioning considering he GOT HIT BY A CAR, ROLLED ONTO THE WINDSHIELD AND THE CAR JUST DROVE OFF. I didn't get why he was walking in the first place, but his car wouldn't start and he only lives about 7 blocks away so he just walked. Every time I tell someone I can't help smiling and laughing about it, not because I am a terrible person, but because it's just so fucked up. He got hit by a car. He then texted me (I know, it's the most logical thing I can think of to do when I am involved as the "hit" part of a hit and run). He finishes walking home. God WHY CAN I NOT STOP LAUGHING ABOUT THIS.
The other day at work some old dude, at least 70, came in to send something out. He had on a t-shirt with one of those yellow smiley faces on it that said "Smile if you swallow". I actually made a conscious effort to NOT smile the entire time I was helping him, like he was really going to call me out on being a "swallower" if I cracked a tiny smile. I just never pictured myself having to worry about a customer knowing if I swallow or spit. I guess there's a first time for everything.
I just bought an album on iTunes called Gulag Orkestar by this dude named Beirut and it's awesome. It has an Eastern European-gypsy-like tinge to it which I would never expect to be attracted to, but I obviously have a huge boner listening to it right now. It's an older one, I guess he just put out a newer one last month, but I'm working on it in chronological order so fuck off. iTunes is my lover.
Reading update: I just finished No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy and it was super good. Way different from The Road, but written in the same literary style which I really like. It's simple, with barely any commas, apostrophes and no talking quotes (the technical term eludes me), which I love. I mean I love books with no talking quotes, not talking quotes themselves. Talking quotes can go to hell for all I care. I have Torette's and all I can say is talking quotes. TALKING QUOTES.
If you guys missed the Ken Burns documentary The War last week, then I feel really bad for you. If you ever find yourself with 14 hours to spare, rent this and laugh, cry and be amazed like I was/did. It was seriously faaaaaaantastic.
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