NFC North Division Champs, aw hell yeah. At least thanks to the defense - the offense wouldn't have even had to show up and we still woulda won 17-13. Terrible Rex Grossman, just terrible.
I totally had my ringtone "Rock the Casbah" way before that commercial came out.
That is all.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Friday, December 01, 2006
Is There Nothing I Can Say, Nothing I Can Do?
Terrible. Absolutely terrible. Five motherfucking turnovers, and we still only score 13 points? Goddamnit Rex Grossman. GODDAMNIT. Okay, so it's not soley you're fault, but good lord, whose hopes weren't dashed when we recoverd a fumble with 1:52 left, only to have you throw the ball to Asante whatever-his-name-is, HIS THIRD INTERCEPTION OF THE DAY. Watching them kneel for the last minute was tragic. Just tragic. I was so pissed/despressed/violently angry after the game, I probably would have shot anybody who tried to talk to me the first 15 minutes after it was over. I'm sure I seem psycho-like, but man, that just really sucked. A win against the Patriots totally would have legitimatized the Bears, and we couldn't pull it off. I'd love to see Griese (pronounced "Greasy" - seriously, what was his childhood like) start next week but Lovie already said Grossman's not going anywhere. So help you Rexy if you don't shape up this Sunday versus the Vikings. We win this, we win the division. Keep that in mind.
I went to jury duty for the first time this past Tuesday and actually got picked for a trial. It was kinda boring, just a civil lawsuit for a minor car accident that last three days. The lady was asking for $64,000 and we gave her $3,800. I had some hardasses as fellow jurors. It was actually pretty cool though, seeing some things actually played out that I had seen billions of times on Law & Order, like the defense attorney being a very pretty bitch, sidebars, objections and actually being on the jury myself. No Sam Waterson though. That was a dissappointment. Except for that part, totally worth the $54.60 I got and two days off of work.
Chicago and the rest of the Midwest was hit with a pretty big snowstorm yesterday and today. We were expecting at least a foot of snow, and the northern suburbs did get that much, but the Southside only got about 3-4 inches. Goddamnit Tom Skilling, you tell me I'm getting 12 inches of snow, then I want 12 fucking inches of snow. Not this slushy shit, when you were hyping it up to be the storm of the century. People that freak out around here about snow annoy the shit out of me. WE LIVE IN CHICAGO, NOT FLORIDA WHY IS THIS SO SURPRISING.
My friend Mary Beth done got knocked up and is getting hitched in February. I've been to weddings before, the latest for my co-worker in June of 2005, but this one is going to be fun. A lot of fun. Sure I might be bringing my friend's 19 year old brother as a date (it's cool, we're getting married somewhere down the line anyways, he proposed in July), but I already know he'll be the best date anyways. He's taller than me and will dance. I couldn't ask for anything more. Diana and I have vowed to lose 20 pounds by February 2nd and goddamnit WE'RE GONNA DO IT. I found a dress I want, but want to get it now in a size lower than I really fit into now. Is that just stupid, or will it be motivation? I'm pretty sure it's just stupid because it's pricey (at least for me - right now I have $71 in my account), so help me god if I don't fit into it come wedding day.
I've become kind of obsessed with the Rolling Stones. Christ, WHO KNEW they were so awesome way back when. I mean, I did, but I never believed it or thought twice about them because I fucking hate "Satisfaction". I always liked some of their other songs they play on the radio, but it wasn't until I got Exile on Main Street that I "really" listened to them, for lack of a better word. Now even songs I normally would have turned off before I turn up instead. Still not Satisifaction though. I'm not going overboard here.
I wasn't going to go out tonight cause I'm still tired from last night plus have to work at 8:45 tomorrow morning, but now I think I might have to just to get away from my mom. Can't. Stand. The. Sight. Of. Her. Or the sound; the sound is even worse. I honestly got enraged yesterday because she knocked on the bathroom door when I was in there and told me to hurry up when I had only been in there 15 seconds. We have two other bathrooms, USE THEM. Holy shit I hate when people do that. I think I have a problem.
Sorry this is lame, I started the first paragraph about the Bears Monday and am just now getting around to finishing it because of jury duty and my lack of actually using the computer here at home. I guess that's what my doing my civic duty gets you all - a shitty ass post. Maybe you should try it sometime.
I went to jury duty for the first time this past Tuesday and actually got picked for a trial. It was kinda boring, just a civil lawsuit for a minor car accident that last three days. The lady was asking for $64,000 and we gave her $3,800. I had some hardasses as fellow jurors. It was actually pretty cool though, seeing some things actually played out that I had seen billions of times on Law & Order, like the defense attorney being a very pretty bitch, sidebars, objections and actually being on the jury myself. No Sam Waterson though. That was a dissappointment. Except for that part, totally worth the $54.60 I got and two days off of work.
Chicago and the rest of the Midwest was hit with a pretty big snowstorm yesterday and today. We were expecting at least a foot of snow, and the northern suburbs did get that much, but the Southside only got about 3-4 inches. Goddamnit Tom Skilling, you tell me I'm getting 12 inches of snow, then I want 12 fucking inches of snow. Not this slushy shit, when you were hyping it up to be the storm of the century. People that freak out around here about snow annoy the shit out of me. WE LIVE IN CHICAGO, NOT FLORIDA WHY IS THIS SO SURPRISING.
My friend Mary Beth done got knocked up and is getting hitched in February. I've been to weddings before, the latest for my co-worker in June of 2005, but this one is going to be fun. A lot of fun. Sure I might be bringing my friend's 19 year old brother as a date (it's cool, we're getting married somewhere down the line anyways, he proposed in July), but I already know he'll be the best date anyways. He's taller than me and will dance. I couldn't ask for anything more. Diana and I have vowed to lose 20 pounds by February 2nd and goddamnit WE'RE GONNA DO IT. I found a dress I want, but want to get it now in a size lower than I really fit into now. Is that just stupid, or will it be motivation? I'm pretty sure it's just stupid because it's pricey (at least for me - right now I have $71 in my account), so help me god if I don't fit into it come wedding day.
I've become kind of obsessed with the Rolling Stones. Christ, WHO KNEW they were so awesome way back when. I mean, I did, but I never believed it or thought twice about them because I fucking hate "Satisfaction". I always liked some of their other songs they play on the radio, but it wasn't until I got Exile on Main Street that I "really" listened to them, for lack of a better word. Now even songs I normally would have turned off before I turn up instead. Still not Satisifaction though. I'm not going overboard here.
I wasn't going to go out tonight cause I'm still tired from last night plus have to work at 8:45 tomorrow morning, but now I think I might have to just to get away from my mom. Can't. Stand. The. Sight. Of. Her. Or the sound; the sound is even worse. I honestly got enraged yesterday because she knocked on the bathroom door when I was in there and told me to hurry up when I had only been in there 15 seconds. We have two other bathrooms, USE THEM. Holy shit I hate when people do that. I think I have a problem.
Sorry this is lame, I started the first paragraph about the Bears Monday and am just now getting around to finishing it because of jury duty and my lack of actually using the computer here at home. I guess that's what my doing my civic duty gets you all - a shitty ass post. Maybe you should try it sometime.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Rub A Monkey's Belly On Your Head
Today here at work I've gotten $16 in tips. Fourteen from one lady who sent four faxes, who made me call two different places to get the fax numbers because her hearing wasn't very good and $2 from an old guy who only made 10 copies. I guess this disproves my theory on being indifferent to customers. If I'm nice to them, they're nice to me. WHO KNEW.
About twenty minutes ago some guy came in with his girlfriend to drop off a package. He asked "Where are you from?" and I said the little part of Chicago I'm from cause I thought he thought I looked familiar or something. He goes,
"Oh, so from Chicago?"
"Yeah."
"You sound like you're from Jersey."
"Really? I've heard I have a thick Chicago accent, but never got Jersey before."
"You're from the North side at least, right?"
"No - born and raised Southside."
"Well you definitley sound like you're from somewhere on the East Coast."
Jersey, really? I mean sometimes I like to pretend I've from Boston and said "pahhk the cahh" or something, but I doubt my desire to be from Boston came out of me when I asked, "Do you want a tracking number?" Chicago, I never meant to betray or deny you. Please don't hold this against me.
Then some creepshow who has a mailbox here asked me to go out with him because he had just gotten some birthday money. I lied and said I was seeing someone because he's, as forementioned, a creepshow. This is the same guy who asked for my number when I was home from college my freshman year, and because I'm stupid, gave it to him. He called later that night around 11:30 when I was at Megan's, asking if I wanted to go out. I said no, cause I was leaving to go back to school early the next morning and he goes, "I got some beer in my car. You don't want to have one last night of fun before you go back?" Well, when you put it that way, how could I turn you down! *
Borat, just as I was hoping it was going to be, was the greatest movie in the entire world. If you haven't seen it, do it up. I also saw Stranger than Fiction last week, which was pretty good too. Next Roger Ebert, right here.
Last Sunday the Bears were on the Sunday night game against the Giants. I went to the bar with a couple friends, and my dad was up there too which some of his. This worked out very convienently for me because whenever I ran out of beer I could just mosey on over to his table and take one from their bucket. I got plastered, very plastered, something which I really hardly ever get since I drive to the bar most of the time. I think it had to do with the one jagerbomb Marty bought me early on before the game started. My friends went home, and I stayed with my dad and his one friend who was left. I didn't even rememeber this until the next day at work (the night was coming back to me slowly throughout the day) but the night ended with us dancing to the Blues Brothers (really it was Dan and John up there!) band. Hi, my name is Katie and I like to drink and dance with my dad after Bears games. I asked my dad when I got home if I was just imagining things or we really were dancing and he goes "Hell yeah we were dancing." If that "hell yeah" doesn't make it real, then I don't know what would.
Keri comes home today, actually should be home right now, and J.P comes home Wednesday. Super Sibling (anti) Sobriety Day coming up, I CAN JUST FEEL IT. Tonight I'm going with Keri to Naperville for one of her friend's birthday's, which is going to be awesome, considering I have to be the desginated driver. And have to work at 9:00 am Saturday. Sweet.
And lastly, a strange conversation I had Sunday night with a guy I had just been introduced to, a friend of a friend:
"So your name is Katie?"
"Yeah."
"Cool."
"Thanks...I really had nothing to do with it."
"I like your eyebrows."
Well, why work on losing my enormous stomach when all the guys are really looking at my sexy-ass eyebrows. Or maybe he had nothing else to compliment me on so he picked my eyebrows. Must. Stop. Analyzing. Everything. But really, eyebrows? I guess I should take what I can get.
*I asked him how old he was going to be Saturday and he said "28". I just looked at the papers he had to fill out to get the mailbox, and he's actually turning 31. Good one, pretending to be three years younger than you actually are. Fucking idiot.
If anyone can name what book the title of this stupid post is, you are all that is man. And it doesn't count if you get it Keri - you already are a man. Also, for all of you that whined and moaned that my brother never updates his blog, check it out now, bitches.
About twenty minutes ago some guy came in with his girlfriend to drop off a package. He asked "Where are you from?" and I said the little part of Chicago I'm from cause I thought he thought I looked familiar or something. He goes,
"Oh, so from Chicago?"
"Yeah."
"You sound like you're from Jersey."
"Really? I've heard I have a thick Chicago accent, but never got Jersey before."
"You're from the North side at least, right?"
"No - born and raised Southside."
"Well you definitley sound like you're from somewhere on the East Coast."
Jersey, really? I mean sometimes I like to pretend I've from Boston and said "pahhk the cahh" or something, but I doubt my desire to be from Boston came out of me when I asked, "Do you want a tracking number?" Chicago, I never meant to betray or deny you. Please don't hold this against me.
Then some creepshow who has a mailbox here asked me to go out with him because he had just gotten some birthday money. I lied and said I was seeing someone because he's, as forementioned, a creepshow. This is the same guy who asked for my number when I was home from college my freshman year, and because I'm stupid, gave it to him. He called later that night around 11:30 when I was at Megan's, asking if I wanted to go out. I said no, cause I was leaving to go back to school early the next morning and he goes, "I got some beer in my car. You don't want to have one last night of fun before you go back?" Well, when you put it that way, how could I turn you down! *
Borat, just as I was hoping it was going to be, was the greatest movie in the entire world. If you haven't seen it, do it up. I also saw Stranger than Fiction last week, which was pretty good too. Next Roger Ebert, right here.
Last Sunday the Bears were on the Sunday night game against the Giants. I went to the bar with a couple friends, and my dad was up there too which some of his. This worked out very convienently for me because whenever I ran out of beer I could just mosey on over to his table and take one from their bucket. I got plastered, very plastered, something which I really hardly ever get since I drive to the bar most of the time. I think it had to do with the one jagerbomb Marty bought me early on before the game started. My friends went home, and I stayed with my dad and his one friend who was left. I didn't even rememeber this until the next day at work (the night was coming back to me slowly throughout the day) but the night ended with us dancing to the Blues Brothers (really it was Dan and John up there!) band. Hi, my name is Katie and I like to drink and dance with my dad after Bears games. I asked my dad when I got home if I was just imagining things or we really were dancing and he goes "Hell yeah we were dancing." If that "hell yeah" doesn't make it real, then I don't know what would.
Keri comes home today, actually should be home right now, and J.P comes home Wednesday. Super Sibling (anti) Sobriety Day coming up, I CAN JUST FEEL IT. Tonight I'm going with Keri to Naperville for one of her friend's birthday's, which is going to be awesome, considering I have to be the desginated driver. And have to work at 9:00 am Saturday. Sweet.
And lastly, a strange conversation I had Sunday night with a guy I had just been introduced to, a friend of a friend:
"So your name is Katie?"
"Yeah."
"Cool."
"Thanks...I really had nothing to do with it."
"I like your eyebrows."
Well, why work on losing my enormous stomach when all the guys are really looking at my sexy-ass eyebrows. Or maybe he had nothing else to compliment me on so he picked my eyebrows. Must. Stop. Analyzing. Everything. But really, eyebrows? I guess I should take what I can get.
*I asked him how old he was going to be Saturday and he said "28". I just looked at the papers he had to fill out to get the mailbox, and he's actually turning 31. Good one, pretending to be three years younger than you actually are. Fucking idiot.
If anyone can name what book the title of this stupid post is, you are all that is man. And it doesn't count if you get it Keri - you already are a man. Also, for all of you that whined and moaned that my brother never updates his blog, check it out now, bitches.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Put On Your Red Shoes
I'm going to visit Keri this Saturday-Monday. I could have been there Friday-Monday, had I not been a pussy and caved when my boss asked me to work from 9am-12pm Saturday morning, even though I had already taken off. Yeah yeah, it's only three hours, but it blows nonetheless. Also, here at the store? They want us to start decorating for Christmas already. If someone comes in here within the next week wanting to send out Christmas presents, I will assassinate them. Christmas can NOT start being celebrated before Thanksgiving. If someone ran for office on that platform alone, I would vote for them. They would not win, but I would vote for them.
Halloween was a bewitchingly (yeah I made a word up, what now) good time. My friend Mary had a party Saturday that a lot of people ended up coming to depite it being in kinda-sorta-bufu. Steve, this guy I went on a date with over the summer was there, the first time I had seen him since August or so. He tried calling me two or three times afterwards, but I never answered the phone, because I'm a horrible person. (Plus he was the absolute worst kisser in the entire world. And he was shorter than me. But mostly because I'm a terrible person.) So I saw him, said hi, how are you doing, and we were civil. Awkward, yet civil. Then later on I start talking to this really nice, funny guy, George. Who I find out is one of Steve's best friends. Sometime during the night Steve clued him in as to who he was talking to, and once George found out, he said, as per Rich, Diana's boyfriend and also Steve's good friend (are you following me?) "Fuck that bitch." Wow. Nice. Not like I didn't deserve it, that's not the case by any means, but I didn't need to actually hear it. Goddamnit, now that's all I can think of - "Fuck that bitch". I want to call Steve and apologize to him, but I don't want it to look like I have an ulterior motive. I know there's people out there who don't like me, or think I'm a bitch, I'm not delusional, but it sucks ass actually hearing it. I am a terrible terrible person.
We went to the bar on Halloween, our usual Tuesady night place. The bartenders there are always really nice, giving you a free drink after you buy three or four. This time it was so crowded we were double-fisting (oh yeah), and I went up to get four Miller Lites. The guy gave me four for $5.50, which is the normal price for two beers, and which was also very lovely of him considering it was the first beers I had gotten from him all night. Later that night after last call, I went up and thanked him for the two free ones and he told me no problem because, and I quote, "You always come up and ask with a smile on your face. I kinda have a crush on you." You have no idea how nice this was the hear, because I've been told numerous, NUMEROUS times that I never smile, and always look pissed when I'm at the bar. I actually had someone in a band shine a fucking FLASHLIGHT on me one time and ask "Why aren't you having a good time?" after I had just been laughing with Megan about how people say that to me all the time. I wanted to stab that guy in the face when he did that. But, all that is water under the bridge now cause some nice, and cute, may I add, bartender has a crush on me because I'm always smiling. Fuck yes bitches. Bartender's at Rhino: 1 Lameass bands with flashlights: 0
My parents leave tomorrow for a one week trip to Arizona. Not only are they not leaving me the Expedition, but the drivers side window on the car doesn't work so I can't take advantage of smoking in it while they're gone. Is my life awful or what.
I'm 99.99% sure I'm going to get paid tomorrow, but that 0.01% is scaring me because if I don't get to see Borat tomorrow, so help me god. Also, so help everyone who will have to deal with me and my Borat-induced rage.
Better Sophia?
Halloween was a bewitchingly (yeah I made a word up, what now) good time. My friend Mary had a party Saturday that a lot of people ended up coming to depite it being in kinda-sorta-bufu. Steve, this guy I went on a date with over the summer was there, the first time I had seen him since August or so. He tried calling me two or three times afterwards, but I never answered the phone, because I'm a horrible person. (Plus he was the absolute worst kisser in the entire world. And he was shorter than me. But mostly because I'm a terrible person.) So I saw him, said hi, how are you doing, and we were civil. Awkward, yet civil. Then later on I start talking to this really nice, funny guy, George. Who I find out is one of Steve's best friends. Sometime during the night Steve clued him in as to who he was talking to, and once George found out, he said, as per Rich, Diana's boyfriend and also Steve's good friend (are you following me?) "Fuck that bitch." Wow. Nice. Not like I didn't deserve it, that's not the case by any means, but I didn't need to actually hear it. Goddamnit, now that's all I can think of - "Fuck that bitch". I want to call Steve and apologize to him, but I don't want it to look like I have an ulterior motive. I know there's people out there who don't like me, or think I'm a bitch, I'm not delusional, but it sucks ass actually hearing it. I am a terrible terrible person.
We went to the bar on Halloween, our usual Tuesady night place. The bartenders there are always really nice, giving you a free drink after you buy three or four. This time it was so crowded we were double-fisting (oh yeah), and I went up to get four Miller Lites. The guy gave me four for $5.50, which is the normal price for two beers, and which was also very lovely of him considering it was the first beers I had gotten from him all night. Later that night after last call, I went up and thanked him for the two free ones and he told me no problem because, and I quote, "You always come up and ask with a smile on your face. I kinda have a crush on you." You have no idea how nice this was the hear, because I've been told numerous, NUMEROUS times that I never smile, and always look pissed when I'm at the bar. I actually had someone in a band shine a fucking FLASHLIGHT on me one time and ask "Why aren't you having a good time?" after I had just been laughing with Megan about how people say that to me all the time. I wanted to stab that guy in the face when he did that. But, all that is water under the bridge now cause some nice, and cute, may I add, bartender has a crush on me because I'm always smiling. Fuck yes bitches. Bartender's at Rhino: 1 Lameass bands with flashlights: 0
My parents leave tomorrow for a one week trip to Arizona. Not only are they not leaving me the Expedition, but the drivers side window on the car doesn't work so I can't take advantage of smoking in it while they're gone. Is my life awful or what.
I'm 99.99% sure I'm going to get paid tomorrow, but that 0.01% is scaring me because if I don't get to see Borat tomorrow, so help me god. Also, so help everyone who will have to deal with me and my Borat-induced rage.
Better Sophia?
Sunday, October 29, 2006
That Makes About A Baker's Dozen Bob
Da Bears da Bears da Bears da Bears da Bears da Bears da Bears da Bears.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Hear The Beat Of The Tambourine
-Going to Ohio tomorrow with my mom to visit my brother. So super ass excited to get drunk with my brother bear and his frat buddies. Plus we get to drive the Expedition down there. Yeah boy.
-David Bowie as the Friday Feature on 93.1 XRT and eight hours later here at work, still no Let's Dance? What the fuck.
-I saw The Departed (as a date with a lepruchan) and Little Miss Sunshine (with my mom, for Mother's Day - better late than never) this week. I don't go to a movie for almost an entire year then I see two in two days. Both were really good, but do yourselves a favor and see The Departed. It's good. Really fucking good. Up next? Borat. Can't wait.
-I got a nice chunk of change (yes I am aware of how queer that sounds) from my aunt for babysitting two of her kids the past two weeks. I basically got paid to watch the Gilmore Girls and Seventh Heaven everyday (seriously, who knew I had so much in common with a nine year old), make Halloween decorations galore and take them out to dinner each day. Or amaze them with my magic culinary skills for macaroni and cheese and chicken nuggets. Seriously, I've never seen kids more excited about mac and cheese before. Works for me.
-I bought Stop Making Sense by the Talking Heads yesterday. Sweetass.
-I've already gotten to the point in my life where I don't care what I look like when I dance. I thought that wouldn't hit til I was a mom, but I am so glad it hit me earlier. My friends maybe aren't as excited about it, but shit bitch, if I knew how much fun it was I would have stopped caring a longass time ago. White girl dancing, watch out.
-David Bowie as the Friday Feature on 93.1 XRT and eight hours later here at work, still no Let's Dance? What the fuck.
-I saw The Departed (as a date with a lepruchan) and Little Miss Sunshine (with my mom, for Mother's Day - better late than never) this week. I don't go to a movie for almost an entire year then I see two in two days. Both were really good, but do yourselves a favor and see The Departed. It's good. Really fucking good. Up next? Borat. Can't wait.
-I got a nice chunk of change (yes I am aware of how queer that sounds) from my aunt for babysitting two of her kids the past two weeks. I basically got paid to watch the Gilmore Girls and Seventh Heaven everyday (seriously, who knew I had so much in common with a nine year old), make Halloween decorations galore and take them out to dinner each day. Or amaze them with my magic culinary skills for macaroni and cheese and chicken nuggets. Seriously, I've never seen kids more excited about mac and cheese before. Works for me.
-I bought Stop Making Sense by the Talking Heads yesterday. Sweetass.
-I've already gotten to the point in my life where I don't care what I look like when I dance. I thought that wouldn't hit til I was a mom, but I am so glad it hit me earlier. My friends maybe aren't as excited about it, but shit bitch, if I knew how much fun it was I would have stopped caring a longass time ago. White girl dancing, watch out.
Friday, October 06, 2006
Yes I Am Nitty, Gritty And My Shirt's All Torn, But I Would Love To Spill The Beans With You Til Dawn
It's a Thursday night, and I'm on my aunt's computer, watching Oprah talk to actresses 50 and over about "aging brilliantly". While the rest of my friends are out taking advantage of $1.25 bottles. Goddamnit. This babysitting business hasn't been bad at all, but I'm ready for it to be over so I can resume my normal going-to-the-bars-five-times-a-week life. My last night is tonight, praise jesus.
One of the proudest moments of my life did happen last week though - I helped Maeve study for her spelling test. All the words were homophones (is that the right word?), like dear and deer, steel and steal ect., and she was having a lot of trouble with some of those. But you know what she got on the test? 97%, motherfuckers. She is going places someday, and most likely it will be thanks to aceing that spelling test.
I went to Borders today (while the kids were at school, you know, I needed my "me" time) and bought three books. Running with Scisscors (Augusten Burroughs), The Memory Keeper's Daughter( Kim Edwards) and A Long Way Down (Nick Hornby). Can't beat those 3 for 2 deals. Book reports by at least the end of the month, promise.
I bought jeans at the Gap two weeks ago in a size I haven't fit into since high school. It's still not a size to brag about by any means, but at least shopping for pants doesn't suck ass as much anymore. I'm sure the Gap just ups the sizes to "make you feel good about yourself" as my friend Megan put it, but I'm blocking that out of my mind. I've been slacking hardcore and really haven't lost any weight in the past few months, but I'm rejoining Weight Watchers next week, hopefully. Only 30 more pounds and then I won't be lying on my liscence anymore! Must count points and go on treadmill EVEN IF IT KILLS ME. Also, must turn into a caveman.
Sweet jesus White Sox. I had "stopped believing" (sorry Steve Perry) about a month ago, but it was still a major disappointment to not get into the play-offs at all. Ok, I'll admit it. I teared up once. ONCE. I said I would root for the Twins or Tigers, but inside I am so fucking happy that the Twins are down 0-2 against the A's and kind of pissed the Tigers tied it up today 1-1. You know what my major silver lining is though? The Bears being 4-0 right now. Fuck yes bitches, the Bears defense is DOMINATING every single offense that gets in their path this year. And Rex Grossman? Me and the rest of the city of Chicago are thanking god you were worth the wait. Just keep it up for the rest of the season. Don't pull an '05 Colts on us though - I don't think we could handle it. Everyone's saying you guys have a lot to prove against the Bills Sunday, and you do. Don't fuck it up.
I'm being a pirate for Halloween. Arrrrr matey.
One of the proudest moments of my life did happen last week though - I helped Maeve study for her spelling test. All the words were homophones (is that the right word?), like dear and deer, steel and steal ect., and she was having a lot of trouble with some of those. But you know what she got on the test? 97%, motherfuckers. She is going places someday, and most likely it will be thanks to aceing that spelling test.
I went to Borders today (while the kids were at school, you know, I needed my "me" time) and bought three books. Running with Scisscors (Augusten Burroughs), The Memory Keeper's Daughter( Kim Edwards) and A Long Way Down (Nick Hornby). Can't beat those 3 for 2 deals. Book reports by at least the end of the month, promise.
I bought jeans at the Gap two weeks ago in a size I haven't fit into since high school. It's still not a size to brag about by any means, but at least shopping for pants doesn't suck ass as much anymore. I'm sure the Gap just ups the sizes to "make you feel good about yourself" as my friend Megan put it, but I'm blocking that out of my mind. I've been slacking hardcore and really haven't lost any weight in the past few months, but I'm rejoining Weight Watchers next week, hopefully. Only 30 more pounds and then I won't be lying on my liscence anymore! Must count points and go on treadmill EVEN IF IT KILLS ME. Also, must turn into a caveman.
Sweet jesus White Sox. I had "stopped believing" (sorry Steve Perry) about a month ago, but it was still a major disappointment to not get into the play-offs at all. Ok, I'll admit it. I teared up once. ONCE. I said I would root for the Twins or Tigers, but inside I am so fucking happy that the Twins are down 0-2 against the A's and kind of pissed the Tigers tied it up today 1-1. You know what my major silver lining is though? The Bears being 4-0 right now. Fuck yes bitches, the Bears defense is DOMINATING every single offense that gets in their path this year. And Rex Grossman? Me and the rest of the city of Chicago are thanking god you were worth the wait. Just keep it up for the rest of the season. Don't pull an '05 Colts on us though - I don't think we could handle it. Everyone's saying you guys have a lot to prove against the Bills Sunday, and you do. Don't fuck it up.
I'm being a pirate for Halloween. Arrrrr matey.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Drop Your Reds, Drop Your Greens And Blues
1. Best book in the entire world, September edition: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. I started this book at work on Friday and knew I was going to love it by page 30. I planned on staying in to read it, but around 12:30 am Megan talked me into a 40 and a few beers, but she left by 4:30 and I finished it by 6:30. So good. So fucking good. I got out Foer's first book, Everything is Illuminated, which I had heard about before, but I can't get into it. I totally ruined it for this book by reading Extremely first. I will finish it, but holy shit. Read this book immediately.
2. Best good-lord-why-did-it-take-me-so-long-to-discover-this album: Exile on Main Street by the Rolling Stones. I really can't stand most Stones song, save for Miss You, Emotional Resue, Beast of Burden, Sway and one or two others, but for the past month I was obsessed with their song Sweet Virgina. I found out it was on Exile, so I bought it, and lo and behold, and the whole fucking album is awesome. I can't stand the Stones nowadays; the best word that comes to mind when I think of them is "travesty", courtsey of Jason Mulgrew, and I couldn't agree more. But Exile on Main Street - farthest thing from a travesty as you are ever going to get.
3. The family dog, Bailey, is a giant pussy when it comes to thunderstorms. She's not allowed upstairs in our rooms any other time, but my mom will allow exceptions when it's storming out. Yesterday it wasn't even thundering, just some random lightning and a little rain, but Bailey would not stay downstairs and kept following me around (I'm the only one home, my parents are on vacation). I shut my door on her to go to bed, but then I turned into the giant pussy and let her sleep on my floor. I know, I'm practically Mother Theresa. You have no idea how much I hated myself for feeling guilty. This is me we're talking! I hate dogs! With a passion! Especially Bailey! And yet I FELT BAD FOR A DOG (who does that?), caved, and let her sleep in my room. Goddamnit.
4. This having my own car and house to myself? I'm pretty sure I could get used to it. Of course my real own place will be much better because there will not be a DOG there or 400 plants I have to water every other day (yet have only done once so far) but this'll do for now. I just hope my parents don't freak out too bad when they find out I changed the locks.
5. My friend Diana and I decided we're going to get an apartment together in May. I mean first we have to get better jobs, save up and sign the lease, but those are just minor details compared to what color scheme our front room is going to be and the end tables we'll have. Glorious glorious endtables. Diana is the one person (besides Keri, who I'm sure will practically live with us anyways) I could see living with because even though we fight like a married couple, I think that will work to our advantage. I can tell her straight up when she's annoying me, or I'm mad at her, and we fight, but it'll be over an hour later. This could turn out very bad, but she likes to clean, but isn't as anal as Emily, is kickass at decorating, loves cooking and already agreed not to hang up her "hippie shit" in the front room. This could be the start of a beautiful relationship.
6. I can't even remember the last time I saw a movie in the theatre (maybe Walk the Line?), but it was awhile ago. Not that there's never movies I want to see, there is all the time, I just never actually go see them. All that will change in November when Borat comes out. I saw the trailer for it the other day on youtube.com and I'm pretty sure it's safe to say it will be the greatest movie ever. Of all time. From here until eternity. Maybe even greater than Citizen Kane - WHO KNOWS.
7. Oh good lord. Some lady just called work because she couldn't get the tape dispenser she bought here at the UPS Store to work. I'm quitting tomorrow.
8. If the Bears play like this every game for the rest of the season, we're going to the Super Bowl. Hands down. I guarantee it.
9. My (rich) aunt and uncle are going to Italy for two weeks starting the 26th. They have five kids, three of which are in college and then a nine and twleve year old. Seamus, the 12 year old is a douche, but I've dealt with worse. Maeve, on the other hand, is my favorite cousin and is the biggest sarcastic smartass you could ask for in a nine year old. She's awesome. My aunt needs a baby-sitter to see them off to school and then be there from 2:30 on when they get home. She is going to pay me $100 a day to do this. Plus I'll still be able to work from 8:30-2:00 pm most days, and won't be spending money at all either, since I'll pretty much be living there. I am going to be rich. Very very rich. Well at least by 22 year old standards. Just in time for those student loans too. Great.
10. And finally, I am sad to report that our bigass van my parents have that seats 12, died in Wyoming. That van was good to us, carting my Girl Scout troop to whatever the fuck we did as girl scouts, moving me into the dorms and two different apartments, countless roadtrips all over America and embarassing me severely the one time I drove it to the bar (I was desperate, ok? The guy I was meeting there called and said "come down this block, there's a spot right behind me" and I said "um, no, I don't want you to see me driving this. I'm parking on Campbell".) Instead we have a brand new red 2006 Expedition. Which I will never be able to drive. Awesome.
2. Best good-lord-why-did-it-take-me-so-long-to-discover-this album: Exile on Main Street by the Rolling Stones. I really can't stand most Stones song, save for Miss You, Emotional Resue, Beast of Burden, Sway and one or two others, but for the past month I was obsessed with their song Sweet Virgina. I found out it was on Exile, so I bought it, and lo and behold, and the whole fucking album is awesome. I can't stand the Stones nowadays; the best word that comes to mind when I think of them is "travesty", courtsey of Jason Mulgrew, and I couldn't agree more. But Exile on Main Street - farthest thing from a travesty as you are ever going to get.
3. The family dog, Bailey, is a giant pussy when it comes to thunderstorms. She's not allowed upstairs in our rooms any other time, but my mom will allow exceptions when it's storming out. Yesterday it wasn't even thundering, just some random lightning and a little rain, but Bailey would not stay downstairs and kept following me around (I'm the only one home, my parents are on vacation). I shut my door on her to go to bed, but then I turned into the giant pussy and let her sleep on my floor. I know, I'm practically Mother Theresa. You have no idea how much I hated myself for feeling guilty. This is me we're talking! I hate dogs! With a passion! Especially Bailey! And yet I FELT BAD FOR A DOG (who does that?), caved, and let her sleep in my room. Goddamnit.
4. This having my own car and house to myself? I'm pretty sure I could get used to it. Of course my real own place will be much better because there will not be a DOG there or 400 plants I have to water every other day (yet have only done once so far) but this'll do for now. I just hope my parents don't freak out too bad when they find out I changed the locks.
5. My friend Diana and I decided we're going to get an apartment together in May. I mean first we have to get better jobs, save up and sign the lease, but those are just minor details compared to what color scheme our front room is going to be and the end tables we'll have. Glorious glorious endtables. Diana is the one person (besides Keri, who I'm sure will practically live with us anyways) I could see living with because even though we fight like a married couple, I think that will work to our advantage. I can tell her straight up when she's annoying me, or I'm mad at her, and we fight, but it'll be over an hour later. This could turn out very bad, but she likes to clean, but isn't as anal as Emily, is kickass at decorating, loves cooking and already agreed not to hang up her "hippie shit" in the front room. This could be the start of a beautiful relationship.
6. I can't even remember the last time I saw a movie in the theatre (maybe Walk the Line?), but it was awhile ago. Not that there's never movies I want to see, there is all the time, I just never actually go see them. All that will change in November when Borat comes out. I saw the trailer for it the other day on youtube.com and I'm pretty sure it's safe to say it will be the greatest movie ever. Of all time. From here until eternity. Maybe even greater than Citizen Kane - WHO KNOWS.
7. Oh good lord. Some lady just called work because she couldn't get the tape dispenser she bought here at the UPS Store to work. I'm quitting tomorrow.
8. If the Bears play like this every game for the rest of the season, we're going to the Super Bowl. Hands down. I guarantee it.
9. My (rich) aunt and uncle are going to Italy for two weeks starting the 26th. They have five kids, three of which are in college and then a nine and twleve year old. Seamus, the 12 year old is a douche, but I've dealt with worse. Maeve, on the other hand, is my favorite cousin and is the biggest sarcastic smartass you could ask for in a nine year old. She's awesome. My aunt needs a baby-sitter to see them off to school and then be there from 2:30 on when they get home. She is going to pay me $100 a day to do this. Plus I'll still be able to work from 8:30-2:00 pm most days, and won't be spending money at all either, since I'll pretty much be living there. I am going to be rich. Very very rich. Well at least by 22 year old standards. Just in time for those student loans too. Great.
10. And finally, I am sad to report that our bigass van my parents have that seats 12, died in Wyoming. That van was good to us, carting my Girl Scout troop to whatever the fuck we did as girl scouts, moving me into the dorms and two different apartments, countless roadtrips all over America and embarassing me severely the one time I drove it to the bar (I was desperate, ok? The guy I was meeting there called and said "come down this block, there's a spot right behind me" and I said "um, no, I don't want you to see me driving this. I'm parking on Campbell".) Instead we have a brand new red 2006 Expedition. Which I will never be able to drive. Awesome.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
August 20, 1985 - Twenty One Years Later
Saturday Night:
I wore my pirate shirt just for you.
I forgot Brian Urlacher showed up with his claws.
I bet you totally remember what I was telling you. And totally cared. You look concerned.
Five minutes later. Ah, sweet crusty beer-soaked hair.
Well you were awake for at least two minutes on the bus.
You probably hate me for posting this picture, but what's that? I don't care. I know I said I would hold your hair for you if you puked, but I really didn't have a chance to cause of all that projectile vomitting you did without warning on the bus. Please forgive.
Sexy passed out hooker.
You want some McDonald's? You look like you want some McDonald's.
Sunday Night:
We made t-shirts on Sunday (9 of us, we're cool). Keri was "21 and still self-lubricating" (don't act like you're not impressed) and I'm "no longer her beer bitch". Praise jesus.
Keri was turning 21. Just incase you forgot. Christ I look like a barge.
The uniform of the night was gaucho pants and the t-shirts and apparently I was really happy and excited about it!
Good lord that was funny. "How did you guys get up there so fast?" We walked around it, douche bag. With age you will learn the wisdom Apryl and I have already, my little grasshopper. Or you could just listen to Apryl next time.
You had finally given up on putting the balloon back on the stick and I had taken to hitting you with it. A good time had by all.
Sexy and classy end to the night.
I think we did Keri's 21st birthday justice. Or at least she did. Puking on a bus will do that to you. You even made it to your 9 am class on Monday. You really are maturing with age, which dissappoints me a little but I'll learn to deal with it if you promise to never stop getting drunk with me. Even if we're forced (eventually it'll happen) join AA. Aight? Aight. My little sister's finally 21! We have more options than Dingbats now! I can stiff you money when you buy cases for the both of us! Oh sweet sweet revenge. (Yeah yeah I know you usually paid me, but I was totally your sugar bitch this summer, so suck it.) Happy Birthday Seeeeeestor.
I wore my pirate shirt just for you.
I forgot Brian Urlacher showed up with his claws.
I bet you totally remember what I was telling you. And totally cared. You look concerned.
Five minutes later. Ah, sweet crusty beer-soaked hair.
Well you were awake for at least two minutes on the bus.
You probably hate me for posting this picture, but what's that? I don't care. I know I said I would hold your hair for you if you puked, but I really didn't have a chance to cause of all that projectile vomitting you did without warning on the bus. Please forgive.
Sexy passed out hooker.
You want some McDonald's? You look like you want some McDonald's.
Sunday Night:
We made t-shirts on Sunday (9 of us, we're cool). Keri was "21 and still self-lubricating" (don't act like you're not impressed) and I'm "no longer her beer bitch". Praise jesus.
Keri was turning 21. Just incase you forgot. Christ I look like a barge.
The uniform of the night was gaucho pants and the t-shirts and apparently I was really happy and excited about it!
Good lord that was funny. "How did you guys get up there so fast?" We walked around it, douche bag. With age you will learn the wisdom Apryl and I have already, my little grasshopper. Or you could just listen to Apryl next time.
You had finally given up on putting the balloon back on the stick and I had taken to hitting you with it. A good time had by all.
Sexy and classy end to the night.
I think we did Keri's 21st birthday justice. Or at least she did. Puking on a bus will do that to you. You even made it to your 9 am class on Monday. You really are maturing with age, which dissappoints me a little but I'll learn to deal with it if you promise to never stop getting drunk with me. Even if we're forced (eventually it'll happen) join AA. Aight? Aight. My little sister's finally 21! We have more options than Dingbats now! I can stiff you money when you buy cases for the both of us! Oh sweet sweet revenge. (Yeah yeah I know you usually paid me, but I was totally your sugar bitch this summer, so suck it.) Happy Birthday Seeeeeestor.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Beauty Walks A Razor's Edge, Someday I'll Make It Mine
Jenn texted me the other day and told me to post. Now I'm feeling the pressure and can't think of anything to white about. I could whine about how my sister left me on Monday to go back to school and then Wednesday my friend Julie left for Washington D.C for a year. In about 48 hours I was deserted by both of the people who were willingly to go to the bar with me at any given moment. This means no more Wednesdays at Dingbats, Thursdays at Bourbon Street and any other random night they would go with me. Not that I don't have other friends willing to go with me BUT I WANT JULIE AND KERI. This me staying at home business while my sister and friends move/go back to school? I am not a fan.
I'm glad to report The Saga of Katie's Library Card That Took Way Too Fucking Long to Get is finally over: I got it two weeks ago and it was a joyous occasion. I wish I was kidding about how excited I got when I saw it in the mail. Now if only I don't fuck it up and never return the books I took out, that would be great. Someone remind me to take them back on the 22nd.
Keri turns 21 on Sunday. I am really excited about this already, don't get me wrong, but it feels like she's 21 already anyways since we went to the bar together all the time and has been using my ID (and getting it with it) the whole summer. It's probably just going to feel like a normal time at the bar with her, only I will have to buy her a lot to drink and then hold her hair later as she spews (if you're going to spew, spew into this) everything she drank all over the (fingers crossed) bathroom. I got yo back sista.
So of course nothing ever materialized with that guy I gave my number to. Of course not! I mean, not like I kept hoping for three weeks either! That would be pathetic! God, what fucking karma for going on two dates this summer with another guy, and then never answering his phone calls again because he was the worst kisser in the entire world. What did I expect to happen. This is my way of justifying it, by the way, Jeff won't call me because I was a bitch to Steve, so just go with it.* It could never just be because he doesn't like me, I have to blame it on the cosmic doings of the universe. Or something like that. As long as I can pretend it's beyond my control. What the fuck am I talking about.
My parents are going on a 2 week vacation starting Labor Day, but I can't go with (not like I was invited anyways) because I have to watch the dog. That's basically why my parents were cool with me moving home. So I could be the dog sitter while they traispe the United States in our big ass van. It's good to feel loved. So anyways, big two week party/rave/orgy at my house starting September 4th. Bring your glow sticks.
I have something to admit. I, self-admitted Dave Matthews Band hater for as long as I can remember, am going to a DMB concert in September. BEFORE YOU JUDGE ME, keep in mind I haven't been to a concert all summer and my friend Kelly is a real sweet talker, who could sell ketchup to a lady wearing white gloves (Wayne's World and Tommy Boy references in this post, I am all that is man). I don't like that I'm going to this concert anymore than you do, but goddamnit I will ENJOY (suffer through) IT AND HAVE FUN (get drunk) IF IT KILLS ME.
Let's go White Sox. I don't want to be the goddamn wild card. You take the series with the Yankees (hey-o John), sweep the Tigers and then split 2 and 2 with the Royals? Jesus christ. It's getting down to the wire, so stop fucking up. If that's not a morale booster, I don't know what is.
If you're out drinking Saturday or Sunday night, say a cheers to Keri in all her finally-21-goodness. Have a good weekend bitches.
*Sidenote: I saw Jeff this past Saturday, and we didn't talk, but later that night I had a dream that my uncle's dog talked to me. A dog will talk to me, but Jeff won't? Goddamnit. No, I do not read too much into my dreams.
I'm glad to report The Saga of Katie's Library Card That Took Way Too Fucking Long to Get is finally over: I got it two weeks ago and it was a joyous occasion. I wish I was kidding about how excited I got when I saw it in the mail. Now if only I don't fuck it up and never return the books I took out, that would be great. Someone remind me to take them back on the 22nd.
Keri turns 21 on Sunday. I am really excited about this already, don't get me wrong, but it feels like she's 21 already anyways since we went to the bar together all the time and has been using my ID (and getting it with it) the whole summer. It's probably just going to feel like a normal time at the bar with her, only I will have to buy her a lot to drink and then hold her hair later as she spews (if you're going to spew, spew into this) everything she drank all over the (fingers crossed) bathroom. I got yo back sista.
So of course nothing ever materialized with that guy I gave my number to. Of course not! I mean, not like I kept hoping for three weeks either! That would be pathetic! God, what fucking karma for going on two dates this summer with another guy, and then never answering his phone calls again because he was the worst kisser in the entire world. What did I expect to happen. This is my way of justifying it, by the way, Jeff won't call me because I was a bitch to Steve, so just go with it.* It could never just be because he doesn't like me, I have to blame it on the cosmic doings of the universe. Or something like that. As long as I can pretend it's beyond my control. What the fuck am I talking about.
My parents are going on a 2 week vacation starting Labor Day, but I can't go with (not like I was invited anyways) because I have to watch the dog. That's basically why my parents were cool with me moving home. So I could be the dog sitter while they traispe the United States in our big ass van. It's good to feel loved. So anyways, big two week party/rave/orgy at my house starting September 4th. Bring your glow sticks.
I have something to admit. I, self-admitted Dave Matthews Band hater for as long as I can remember, am going to a DMB concert in September. BEFORE YOU JUDGE ME, keep in mind I haven't been to a concert all summer and my friend Kelly is a real sweet talker, who could sell ketchup to a lady wearing white gloves (Wayne's World and Tommy Boy references in this post, I am all that is man). I don't like that I'm going to this concert anymore than you do, but goddamnit I will ENJOY (suffer through) IT AND HAVE FUN (get drunk) IF IT KILLS ME.
Let's go White Sox. I don't want to be the goddamn wild card. You take the series with the Yankees (hey-o John), sweep the Tigers and then split 2 and 2 with the Royals? Jesus christ. It's getting down to the wire, so stop fucking up. If that's not a morale booster, I don't know what is.
If you're out drinking Saturday or Sunday night, say a cheers to Keri in all her finally-21-goodness. Have a good weekend bitches.
*Sidenote: I saw Jeff this past Saturday, and we didn't talk, but later that night I had a dream that my uncle's dog talked to me. A dog will talk to me, but Jeff won't? Goddamnit. No, I do not read too much into my dreams.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
The Sun Is Up, The Sky Is Blue
1. I am horribly, horribly bored at work. Come on, doesn't anyone want to send their family a present? Fax something? Make 300 copies? Annoy the shit out of me because you don't have the zip code? Goddamnit.
2. My mom told me she'd match my payments on my school loans that I have to start paying back in November if I quit smoking. She chose the exact moment to tell me this while I was in the bathroom. Doesn't that conversation deserve a sit down? Or a knock on my bedroom door? No, it does not. It deserves to be told through the bathroom door. So now, granted that I quit come November, I'll be done with my loans in 7 1/2 years instead of 15. Sometimes, sometimes my mom is alright. Not most of the time, but she has her moments.
3. I am not going to Lollapalooza. Why? Because I mean, then I'd have to miss my block party. Plus I wouldn't get to see the cover band I'm obsessed with on Friday. I mean, both of those things totally equal out to seeing the Ranconteurs, the Frames, Ryan Adams, My Morning Jacket and all those other lameass bands I wanted to see. I'm totally not bitter!
4. I don't even want to start talking about the White Sox because they make me so fucking angry, but something needs to be said. You have made me severly angry these past two weeks. Mark Buerhle, I bought your shirt because I loved you. You and the rest of the team, save for Jon Garland, are not reciprocating that love. Maybe this wouldn't suck so much ass for me if I didn't watch every game like it was Game 7 of the World Series, but jesus christ. Get your fucking act together and win some goddamn ball games. Ok, I feel better.
5. I lost some more weight, now a total of 16 pounds. Seriously, who knew that eating less made you lose weight. GENIUS. I weigh in tomorrow, and it's not going to be pretty, since I've gone to the bar about 54 times in the past week, plus haven't been able to stop eating the past two days, but one setback is ok. I can deal with that. Keri and I have a goal of losing 10 more pounds by her birthday August 20th. I need her around more often to talk me out of Burger King like she did last night.
6. At the bar Tuesday I had a goal of talking to this guy I have a crush on, the keyboardist of the cover band I love. I finally did it, and invited him to my friend's block party this Saturday and offered him my number "just incase he wanted to stop by Saturday". I have BALLS, man. I was so proud of myself, I've never been that forward before. Not like I was being creepy-forward (at least I hope not), but I really hope he calls. And yes I am just setting myself up for a big disappointment, but for the moment we're keeping the faith, aight? Cross your fingers bitches.
7. Still no library card. I know how worried some of you were, so I just wanted to update you. I called the library and they said "there's only one person making all the cards." How many people can possibly be applying for Alsip library cards at one time that there is a two month wait to get one? I've been bookless for too long and my reading skills are really slipping. No one bother leaving a comment, I won't be able to understand it anyways.
8. Last night I only had to spend $4.50 on one pitcher of beer. The rest Keri and I got for free from our bouncer friend Mike and a guy named Steve, who has a mad crush on Keri but is at least 37 years old. But hey, he's the singer in a band that's really popular in our neighborhood, and pretty much a celebrity (Lindsay Lohan!) to me, so you go girl. Anybody who buys me beer is alright in my book.
9. It's almost August. Shit bitch, I gotta look for a new job soon. I am very excited about that. I think it's starting to hit me that I'm not going back to NIU and everytime I think of it, I get a pit in my stomach. Funs over kid. Get a real job.
10. Last minute ramblings: Twenty minutes left of work. And I really want a cigarette but I know as soon as I light it someone'll come in. Jenn, seriously, what the fuck. Blog already or I'll slice you. I know I haven't left comments anywhere in forever, but it's just because I'm a really terrible person, so there you go. I'm exicited to go to the bar tonight for $1.25 bottles and to hang out with my sister (because I haven't done that in like, 11 hours). Never have I ever.... had an underage sister that makes me dance at the bar to Papa was a Rolling Stone when no one else is.
2. My mom told me she'd match my payments on my school loans that I have to start paying back in November if I quit smoking. She chose the exact moment to tell me this while I was in the bathroom. Doesn't that conversation deserve a sit down? Or a knock on my bedroom door? No, it does not. It deserves to be told through the bathroom door. So now, granted that I quit come November, I'll be done with my loans in 7 1/2 years instead of 15. Sometimes, sometimes my mom is alright. Not most of the time, but she has her moments.
3. I am not going to Lollapalooza. Why? Because I mean, then I'd have to miss my block party. Plus I wouldn't get to see the cover band I'm obsessed with on Friday. I mean, both of those things totally equal out to seeing the Ranconteurs, the Frames, Ryan Adams, My Morning Jacket and all those other lameass bands I wanted to see. I'm totally not bitter!
4. I don't even want to start talking about the White Sox because they make me so fucking angry, but something needs to be said. You have made me severly angry these past two weeks. Mark Buerhle, I bought your shirt because I loved you. You and the rest of the team, save for Jon Garland, are not reciprocating that love. Maybe this wouldn't suck so much ass for me if I didn't watch every game like it was Game 7 of the World Series, but jesus christ. Get your fucking act together and win some goddamn ball games. Ok, I feel better.
5. I lost some more weight, now a total of 16 pounds. Seriously, who knew that eating less made you lose weight. GENIUS. I weigh in tomorrow, and it's not going to be pretty, since I've gone to the bar about 54 times in the past week, plus haven't been able to stop eating the past two days, but one setback is ok. I can deal with that. Keri and I have a goal of losing 10 more pounds by her birthday August 20th. I need her around more often to talk me out of Burger King like she did last night.
6. At the bar Tuesday I had a goal of talking to this guy I have a crush on, the keyboardist of the cover band I love. I finally did it, and invited him to my friend's block party this Saturday and offered him my number "just incase he wanted to stop by Saturday". I have BALLS, man. I was so proud of myself, I've never been that forward before. Not like I was being creepy-forward (at least I hope not), but I really hope he calls. And yes I am just setting myself up for a big disappointment, but for the moment we're keeping the faith, aight? Cross your fingers bitches.
7. Still no library card. I know how worried some of you were, so I just wanted to update you. I called the library and they said "there's only one person making all the cards." How many people can possibly be applying for Alsip library cards at one time that there is a two month wait to get one? I've been bookless for too long and my reading skills are really slipping. No one bother leaving a comment, I won't be able to understand it anyways.
8. Last night I only had to spend $4.50 on one pitcher of beer. The rest Keri and I got for free from our bouncer friend Mike and a guy named Steve, who has a mad crush on Keri but is at least 37 years old. But hey, he's the singer in a band that's really popular in our neighborhood, and pretty much a celebrity (Lindsay Lohan!) to me, so you go girl. Anybody who buys me beer is alright in my book.
9. It's almost August. Shit bitch, I gotta look for a new job soon. I am very excited about that. I think it's starting to hit me that I'm not going back to NIU and everytime I think of it, I get a pit in my stomach. Funs over kid. Get a real job.
10. Last minute ramblings: Twenty minutes left of work. And I really want a cigarette but I know as soon as I light it someone'll come in. Jenn, seriously, what the fuck. Blog already or I'll slice you. I know I haven't left comments anywhere in forever, but it's just because I'm a really terrible person, so there you go. I'm exicited to go to the bar tonight for $1.25 bottles and to hang out with my sister (because I haven't done that in like, 11 hours). Never have I ever.... had an underage sister that makes me dance at the bar to Papa was a Rolling Stone when no one else is.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Best Book Of All Time
To Kill a Mockingbird.
If you don't like this book, there is something seriously wrong with you.
If you don't like this book, there is something seriously wrong with you.
Monday, July 10, 2006
This Machine Kills Fascists
Still no motherfucking library card. Do you think libraries have a system like the police do, where they can look up my name and see my habit of book-borrowing-and-not-returning-for-seven-months? Cause in that case I'm screwed.
This past week has been the longest week of my life. I felt like I was celebrating America and Freedom and the Consitution for 3 months or something. Not that I didn't have fun drinking Wednesday through Tuesday, but what happens the year the 4th is on a Thursday or Friday? Do we start the Friday before? If you love America I guess you would. And if you don't love America you're a terrorist.
Keri, her friend Amy and I went to ISU Saturday night to say goodbye to their friend who's moving to Vegas. We played Flippy Cup and naturally it was O'D's vs the World again and we dominated. Maybe we didn't win every single time, but you're goddamn right I'm going to play it off like we did. Then tonight we were both swimming at my friend Diana's house (Keri pretty much follows me around where ever I go) and we played bags against Diana and Steve aka O'D's vs the World again. And we won, naturally. I'm almost positive we would have beat France in the World Cup, if given the chance. And yes I do realize I'm bragging about winning Flippy Cup and bags, but its hard not to when you're this awesome. I'm so glad I don't have a lack of self-esteem.
I'm still in Weight Watchers and slowly but surely the fat is coming off. I've lost 10 pounds so far and though I still have a ways to go, the motivation of my jeans fitting is almost too much for me to handle. WHO KNEW THEY WERE ACTUALLY SUPPOSED TO BE COMFORTABLE? I am finally beginning to understand why people wear them willingly when you could be wearing sweatpants instead. I mean don't get me wrong, I'll still never do that, but it's nice to know I have the option now.
Earlier tonight Keri asked if I "had any designs on Steve". Apparently that meant "do you like him". Have designs? What the fuck is that. I think she made it up, but she insists she didn't. Has anyone ever heard that saying? Even if you have, just say no anyways so she feels stupid. I feel better about myself when putting people down, so help me out here.
There's a Woody Guthrie documentary on PBS this Wednesday. Woody was Bobby D's inspiration and hero, therefore making him my inspiration and hero also. I mean I don't REALLY aspire to trapise about the country writing folk songs about America and politics, rough it during the Depression, be buddies with Pete Seeger, have a son named Arlo and die of Huntington's disease, but if that's the way things work out I'm down. This land is your land, bitches.
This past week has been the longest week of my life. I felt like I was celebrating America and Freedom and the Consitution for 3 months or something. Not that I didn't have fun drinking Wednesday through Tuesday, but what happens the year the 4th is on a Thursday or Friday? Do we start the Friday before? If you love America I guess you would. And if you don't love America you're a terrorist.
Keri, her friend Amy and I went to ISU Saturday night to say goodbye to their friend who's moving to Vegas. We played Flippy Cup and naturally it was O'D's vs the World again and we dominated. Maybe we didn't win every single time, but you're goddamn right I'm going to play it off like we did. Then tonight we were both swimming at my friend Diana's house (Keri pretty much follows me around where ever I go) and we played bags against Diana and Steve aka O'D's vs the World again. And we won, naturally. I'm almost positive we would have beat France in the World Cup, if given the chance. And yes I do realize I'm bragging about winning Flippy Cup and bags, but its hard not to when you're this awesome. I'm so glad I don't have a lack of self-esteem.
I'm still in Weight Watchers and slowly but surely the fat is coming off. I've lost 10 pounds so far and though I still have a ways to go, the motivation of my jeans fitting is almost too much for me to handle. WHO KNEW THEY WERE ACTUALLY SUPPOSED TO BE COMFORTABLE? I am finally beginning to understand why people wear them willingly when you could be wearing sweatpants instead. I mean don't get me wrong, I'll still never do that, but it's nice to know I have the option now.
Earlier tonight Keri asked if I "had any designs on Steve". Apparently that meant "do you like him". Have designs? What the fuck is that. I think she made it up, but she insists she didn't. Has anyone ever heard that saying? Even if you have, just say no anyways so she feels stupid. I feel better about myself when putting people down, so help me out here.
There's a Woody Guthrie documentary on PBS this Wednesday. Woody was Bobby D's inspiration and hero, therefore making him my inspiration and hero also. I mean I don't REALLY aspire to trapise about the country writing folk songs about America and politics, rough it during the Depression, be buddies with Pete Seeger, have a son named Arlo and die of Huntington's disease, but if that's the way things work out I'm down. This land is your land, bitches.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Never Smile At A Crocodile
I have the internet in my room now. Hurrah.
The White Sox. They have the second best record in baseball, behind the Detroit Tigers. Who also happen to be in our division. Goddamnit. Everytime we win, they win and everytime they lose, we lose. Well except for tonight, though we did give a valiant effort, coming back from a 8 run deficit to go into extra innings, and then losing in the 13th. I went to two games this week, versuses the Cards and Astros, and they were both awesome games. Last season if you wanted to go to the game, you just went to the ballpark and bought tickets there. This year you actually have to plan it out ahead of time. What is that about? I mean I love the whole World Series thing, but $25 for parking now? Jesus Christ. It's a good thing I like you guys.
I didn't get to go to Blues Fest because I was as sick as a beast that weekend. I hardly ever get sick like that, and the one weekend I do I miss one of my favorite events of the summer. Stupid fucking fevers and swollen lymph nodes.
The Chicago Public Library by me sucks, so I go to one of the suburbs, Alsip, and use their library. Only they have to make it as difficult as possible for a non-suburbanite to get a goddamn library card for there. I had to get a new Chicago one first, which literally took 3 seconds, then go to Alsip, fill out a form and then wait "3 to 4 weeks." Jesus Christ, for a library card? I JUST WANT TO READ. I've been buying a lot of books lately, and I can't afford it anymore. Of course I could have avoided this if I hadn't let my old Alsip card expire like 3 years ago, but I'm getting ansty. It's been at least four weeks now. GIVE ME THE GODDAMN CARD ALSIP.
One of the days last week I was sick, I vowed that I wouldn't go to the bar for an entire week. I come up with a lot of good ideas each night when I'm going to sleep, like I'm going to stop smoking, start running and become anorexic, but I actually wanted to follow through with it to see if it made a difference in my weight. And good lord, did it ever. I know, right? Who would have thought that beer had an effect on your weight. I totally gained weight in college, but now I'm wondering why I don't weigh 350 pounds.
Obsessive song of the week: Crazy by Gnarles Barkley. They're going to be at Lollapalooza too. Living in Chicago is a delight.
It's been a really good summer so far. Good times at the bar with friends, watching the Sox win (almost) every day, my new sweetass Mark Buerhle t-shirt, not starting work until 11:00 each day this week, my gaucho pants that I practically live in because who needs jeans, but when I do wear the jeans they're a tad bit looser, seeing my favorite bar band this past Friday and getting their website so I can now stalk them on a weekly basis, getting to go to the bar with my sister and being back on the Southside where the guys are so much cuter and less obsessed with their looks than the guys in DeKalb. I win and you lose, bitches.
The White Sox. They have the second best record in baseball, behind the Detroit Tigers. Who also happen to be in our division. Goddamnit. Everytime we win, they win and everytime they lose, we lose. Well except for tonight, though we did give a valiant effort, coming back from a 8 run deficit to go into extra innings, and then losing in the 13th. I went to two games this week, versuses the Cards and Astros, and they were both awesome games. Last season if you wanted to go to the game, you just went to the ballpark and bought tickets there. This year you actually have to plan it out ahead of time. What is that about? I mean I love the whole World Series thing, but $25 for parking now? Jesus Christ. It's a good thing I like you guys.
I didn't get to go to Blues Fest because I was as sick as a beast that weekend. I hardly ever get sick like that, and the one weekend I do I miss one of my favorite events of the summer. Stupid fucking fevers and swollen lymph nodes.
The Chicago Public Library by me sucks, so I go to one of the suburbs, Alsip, and use their library. Only they have to make it as difficult as possible for a non-suburbanite to get a goddamn library card for there. I had to get a new Chicago one first, which literally took 3 seconds, then go to Alsip, fill out a form and then wait "3 to 4 weeks." Jesus Christ, for a library card? I JUST WANT TO READ. I've been buying a lot of books lately, and I can't afford it anymore. Of course I could have avoided this if I hadn't let my old Alsip card expire like 3 years ago, but I'm getting ansty. It's been at least four weeks now. GIVE ME THE GODDAMN CARD ALSIP.
One of the days last week I was sick, I vowed that I wouldn't go to the bar for an entire week. I come up with a lot of good ideas each night when I'm going to sleep, like I'm going to stop smoking, start running and become anorexic, but I actually wanted to follow through with it to see if it made a difference in my weight. And good lord, did it ever. I know, right? Who would have thought that beer had an effect on your weight. I totally gained weight in college, but now I'm wondering why I don't weigh 350 pounds.
Obsessive song of the week: Crazy by Gnarles Barkley. They're going to be at Lollapalooza too. Living in Chicago is a delight.
It's been a really good summer so far. Good times at the bar with friends, watching the Sox win (almost) every day, my new sweetass Mark Buerhle t-shirt, not starting work until 11:00 each day this week, my gaucho pants that I practically live in because who needs jeans, but when I do wear the jeans they're a tad bit looser, seeing my favorite bar band this past Friday and getting their website so I can now stalk them on a weekly basis, getting to go to the bar with my sister and being back on the Southside where the guys are so much cuter and less obsessed with their looks than the guys in DeKalb. I win and you lose, bitches.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
From The Eastern Seaboard, The Land-Locked Midwest, The Keys, The Alps, The Black Hills, And Budapest
1. My graduation party was on Saturday and I'm glad to say it was an awesome party. Playing flippy cup with my friends, dad, uncles and 10 year old cousins, 12 cases of beer, a dance party that ended at 5 as the sun was coming up, enough leftovers to feed a small army, nice weather and everyone giving me cards that had checks in them made for a good time.
2. I just got overly excited that Mariah Carey's Dream Lover came on my iPod. This song reminds me of being in fourth grade, my best friend Megan and the swimming pool both of our families belonged to back them. Oh the memories.
3. I am obsessed with the Raconteur's album Broken Boy Solider. Each song I listen to is my favorite, until the next song comes on, and then that one's my favorite. The last cd I was obsessed with this much was the Postal Service's Give Up and that was about a year and a half ago. Even though this band is getting enough press as it is because Jack White's in it, it's mainly because IT'S THAT FUCKING GOOD. I feel the need to promote it as well, so go out and buy it. Holy shit I can't wait to see them at Lollapalooza in August.
4. Today I went back to DeKalb with my mom, dad and J.P to move the rest of my shit out. We needed to kill time until rush hour was over, so we went into some of the stores in town. I ended up buying a DVD at Best Buy (Bob Dylan's Dont Look Back), a shirt and pants at Old Navy and two books (The Curious Incident of the Dog at Night-Time and The Bell Jar) and a magazine just because Bob Dylan was on the cover. Budgeting? I have no idea what that word means. At least my mom couldn't yell at me, because she did the same thing, only she bought fake flowers at Michael's and hand soap on sale at Bath and Body Works. I'm pretty sure I'm my mother's daughter most of the time, but other times, I'm not so sure.
5. GRAY HAIR. Why do some people have to have GRAY HAIR.
6. My best friend Megan came in for the party Saturday and brought me a present. Inside the bag was a White Sox Uno card game, and a Us Weekly magazine that had Angelina on the cover and was "ALL ABOUT BABY!", along with balloons to put in front of the house. It's weird to realize how well someone can know you, that they know how much joy a stupid trash magazine will bring you. Having a best friend is awesome.
7. I think my left ear is smaller than my right ear because the headphone thingy won't stay in it. Someone get me a custom made headphone, pronto. Ok, last thing about the iPod. I hate listening to it when I go have a cigarette at night by myself because I feel like I'm not "aware of my surroundings" (god that sounds like I'm afraid of being raped in my backyard or something). But apparently when Rufus Wainwright comes on when I'm out there, I just dance by myself. I hope all my neighbors were all asleep.
8. The Blues Fest is this weekend and I'm fuck ass excited about it. Even though there aren't any big names this year, it'll still be fun sitting around drinking listening to good music. Hot time, summer in the city. I love Chicago.
9. I joined Weight Watchers on Thursday, and did good on the point system for one day. This week was not a good week to join, but I SWEAR I'm getting back on track tomorrow. I'm not fucking wasting $11 a week to get fatter. And plus the next time my 12 year old cousin tells me I "got fat" I'm going to fucking punch him in the face. Or start crying to my mom and Megan when I get drunk later that night, same thing.
10. Stupid 10th subject. I can't think of anything else to write, and Jenn's being no help. You'd think between a whitey and a mexi we could think of something, but apparently not. All I know is I'm missing Cheap Seats talking about an old Spelling Bee Championship, so I'm going back upstairs. Stay out of the alleys, bitches.
2. I just got overly excited that Mariah Carey's Dream Lover came on my iPod. This song reminds me of being in fourth grade, my best friend Megan and the swimming pool both of our families belonged to back them. Oh the memories.
3. I am obsessed with the Raconteur's album Broken Boy Solider. Each song I listen to is my favorite, until the next song comes on, and then that one's my favorite. The last cd I was obsessed with this much was the Postal Service's Give Up and that was about a year and a half ago. Even though this band is getting enough press as it is because Jack White's in it, it's mainly because IT'S THAT FUCKING GOOD. I feel the need to promote it as well, so go out and buy it. Holy shit I can't wait to see them at Lollapalooza in August.
4. Today I went back to DeKalb with my mom, dad and J.P to move the rest of my shit out. We needed to kill time until rush hour was over, so we went into some of the stores in town. I ended up buying a DVD at Best Buy (Bob Dylan's Dont Look Back), a shirt and pants at Old Navy and two books (The Curious Incident of the Dog at Night-Time and The Bell Jar) and a magazine just because Bob Dylan was on the cover. Budgeting? I have no idea what that word means. At least my mom couldn't yell at me, because she did the same thing, only she bought fake flowers at Michael's and hand soap on sale at Bath and Body Works. I'm pretty sure I'm my mother's daughter most of the time, but other times, I'm not so sure.
5. GRAY HAIR. Why do some people have to have GRAY HAIR.
6. My best friend Megan came in for the party Saturday and brought me a present. Inside the bag was a White Sox Uno card game, and a Us Weekly magazine that had Angelina on the cover and was "ALL ABOUT BABY!", along with balloons to put in front of the house. It's weird to realize how well someone can know you, that they know how much joy a stupid trash magazine will bring you. Having a best friend is awesome.
7. I think my left ear is smaller than my right ear because the headphone thingy won't stay in it. Someone get me a custom made headphone, pronto. Ok, last thing about the iPod. I hate listening to it when I go have a cigarette at night by myself because I feel like I'm not "aware of my surroundings" (god that sounds like I'm afraid of being raped in my backyard or something). But apparently when Rufus Wainwright comes on when I'm out there, I just dance by myself. I hope all my neighbors were all asleep.
8. The Blues Fest is this weekend and I'm fuck ass excited about it. Even though there aren't any big names this year, it'll still be fun sitting around drinking listening to good music. Hot time, summer in the city. I love Chicago.
9. I joined Weight Watchers on Thursday, and did good on the point system for one day. This week was not a good week to join, but I SWEAR I'm getting back on track tomorrow. I'm not fucking wasting $11 a week to get fatter. And plus the next time my 12 year old cousin tells me I "got fat" I'm going to fucking punch him in the face. Or start crying to my mom and Megan when I get drunk later that night, same thing.
10. Stupid 10th subject. I can't think of anything else to write, and Jenn's being no help. You'd think between a whitey and a mexi we could think of something, but apparently not. All I know is I'm missing Cheap Seats talking about an old Spelling Bee Championship, so I'm going back upstairs. Stay out of the alleys, bitches.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Annoyed, My Brother Is A Bastard, Accents, Laziness, Shiloh
My brother burned me a cd I just bought him for his birthday (yeah it was January 14th, get off my back about it J), The Ranconteurs' Broken Boy Solider, and because it's burned it doesn't have the song titles on it when I play it on the computer. This is thouroghly annoying the shit out of me right now. Yeah I know I could look it up but I don't want to.
Speaking of my brother, I had this conversation with him about 2 hours ago.
J.P: Whad you have to eat?
Me: Christ where do I start... some ice cream, cantaloupe, strawberries....you could make a sandwich, there's lunchmeat in there.
J: I know, but I don't like turkey.
M: Are you serious? There's leftover baked beans in there, or you could have a bowl of cereal....oh my god I sound like Mom. DON'T EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN.
J: Cause you're getting so old.
M: Fuck you.
I don't know which I was madder about, me realizing I sounded exactly like my mom rattling off all the things to eat in the fridge or being accused of being old. We'll see how my being old comes into handy for you the next time you ask me to buy you beer. MUUUUUUULTI-TASKING.
Last Tuesday at the bar I met a guy, Patrick, from Northern Ireland. I love accents of any kind, especially Irish ones, but I could not understand a goddamn word that came out of his mouth. I must have asked him to repeat everything at least 3 times, and even then I wouldn't understand and would kind of do a half smile and nod or laugh, while thinking "please for the love of god I hope you're not asking me 'What do you do' or 'how old are you?'. I thought maybe it was just because we were drunk, but no, on the phone it was even worse. It made me wonder if I was the idiot (the answer was of course) because he never asked me to repeat anything 64 times. Or maybe he just wasn't listening anyways, but bottom line: I like the accent as long as it doesn't give me a panic attack even thinking about having a conversation with you.
My graduation party is this coming Saturday and I am dreading answering "So what are you going to do now?" 359 times because I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING. Yeah I have a job for the moment back at the UPS Store, but I feel like a giantass loser saying that, which is totally justified because saying you're back at the place you worked at in high school makes you feel pretty small. I can't even bitch though, because it's my fault, and I totally realize that, but wah wah it's still annoying. Maybe a normal person would use that was motivation, but not me. I'm still waiting for that perfect job to fall into my lap without me doing any work to get it. God, who would have thought it would be taking this long.
ANGELINA AND BRAD FINALLY HAD THE BABY. It's sad how complete my life is now.
Speaking of my brother, I had this conversation with him about 2 hours ago.
J.P: Whad you have to eat?
Me: Christ where do I start... some ice cream, cantaloupe, strawberries....you could make a sandwich, there's lunchmeat in there.
J: I know, but I don't like turkey.
M: Are you serious? There's leftover baked beans in there, or you could have a bowl of cereal....oh my god I sound like Mom. DON'T EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN.
J: Cause you're getting so old.
M: Fuck you.
I don't know which I was madder about, me realizing I sounded exactly like my mom rattling off all the things to eat in the fridge or being accused of being old. We'll see how my being old comes into handy for you the next time you ask me to buy you beer. MUUUUUUULTI-TASKING.
Last Tuesday at the bar I met a guy, Patrick, from Northern Ireland. I love accents of any kind, especially Irish ones, but I could not understand a goddamn word that came out of his mouth. I must have asked him to repeat everything at least 3 times, and even then I wouldn't understand and would kind of do a half smile and nod or laugh, while thinking "please for the love of god I hope you're not asking me 'What do you do' or 'how old are you?'. I thought maybe it was just because we were drunk, but no, on the phone it was even worse. It made me wonder if I was the idiot (the answer was of course) because he never asked me to repeat anything 64 times. Or maybe he just wasn't listening anyways, but bottom line: I like the accent as long as it doesn't give me a panic attack even thinking about having a conversation with you.
My graduation party is this coming Saturday and I am dreading answering "So what are you going to do now?" 359 times because I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING. Yeah I have a job for the moment back at the UPS Store, but I feel like a giantass loser saying that, which is totally justified because saying you're back at the place you worked at in high school makes you feel pretty small. I can't even bitch though, because it's my fault, and I totally realize that, but wah wah it's still annoying. Maybe a normal person would use that was motivation, but not me. I'm still waiting for that perfect job to fall into my lap without me doing any work to get it. God, who would have thought it would be taking this long.
ANGELINA AND BRAD FINALLY HAD THE BABY. It's sad how complete my life is now.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Baseball Jargon No One Will Care About
Today the White Sox played the Oakland A's and it was the first time Frank Thomas was going to be back at Comiskey Park as an opposing player, after being on the Sox for his first 16 years. I was honestly worried (I'm queer) about how the Sox fans at the park were going to react to him, whether they would boo or cheer him. A couple weeks ago the Sox's Big Hurt replacement, Jim Thome, played in Cleveland for the first time since he was traded from there to the Phillies and the crowd booed him, and it sucked to watch because he's a good guy who never said anything bad about the team he played for 13 years for (Hawk, the Sox announcer said, "DJ, am I missing something here? Did Thome say something bad about this town when he left?" and my brother has made me repeat it about 54 times because it was funny and you totally had to be there nevermind). So anyways, Frank steps up to bat, and the whole stadium cheers and gives him a standing ovation with a million signs made saying "The House the Big Hurt Built" and other stupid shit like that, and it was awesome. He even took off his helmet and waved it to the crowd to acknowledge all the cheering, which I loved. I don't know why I was so worried, but what they did in the stadium was going to reflect every other Sox fan, and I didn't want us to be known as a group of douche bags. I was a little pissed at Frank (we're on a first name basis) when he left because he didn't really leave on a high note, and that made me sad because he was my favorite player for the longest time growing up. I'm totally going on too long about this, but bottom line, I was proud to be a Sox fan today. They might have booed him later, but that's only because he hit 2 home runs and a single, so it was warrented. Bastard. Sox fans - we love you until you almost make us lose, but then when we come back in the 10th inning because of a Pablo Ozuna bunt, we still love you. Not to get specific or anything. Go Sox.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
B-Sides
1. My IPod is delightful. The love of my life. Probably the best thing that's ever happened to me. I have conversations while listening to it, Keri and I go outside and have a cigarette sharing the earphones (c'mon, you gotta when "A Whole New World" or Rufus singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" comes on), while reading my new book and pretty much everywhere else. I mean I knew it was going to be awesome but not THIS AWESOME. God I'm obsessed.
2. Holy shit, I just realized the enter key works now. Plus we have a new computer at home with a CABLE CONNECTION. But most importantly THE ENTER KEY WORKS. I just got unnessecarily excited.
3. So I graduated on Saturday, but didn't find out my grades until today, and was seriously worried about failing two of my classes, especially Anthropology. I was trying to prep my parents about that happening, but praise the lord, that wasn't even nessecary. I got a D, and immediatley called my dad and mom to give them the good news. It probably would have been better if either of them had picked up. I've never been prouder of a D and I'm not ashamed to admit it(I got a B in Bowling, I know you're all curious). I was more excited today after seeing my grades than I was Saturday. Okay not really, but now I feel like I can REALLY celebrate.
4. My birthday was pretty good too, Thursday night was fun, it being kind of the last hurrah with my friends at NIU. Then Keri and I were party animals and stayed in and drank a little on Friday (shut up, I had to be up at 6:30) with my brother and mom too, who if you're wondering "is not a fan of Keystone". Sorry I didn't splurge on some Natty Light like J.P did when you drank with him at his frat ( yeah I said it. FRAT) last week. We can't all be ballas.
5. I've been home for 4 days and already I want to assasinate my mom. Today she walked into the kitchen and said to my brother, "COULD YOU HAVE ANYMORE CABINET DOORS OPEN?" I mean, I can't believe he has no idea how expensive or dangerous open cabinet doors are. SOMEBODY COULD POKE THEIR EYE OUT. Worst of all, there's no light at the end of the tunnel this time. I'm probably home for at least a year, which I'm thinking is the minimun and it better be the maximun too. For the sake of my mom's livelihood. And my sanity.
6. I haven't quit smoking yet but I'm working on it. My friend Diana however claims to have quit, but bummed 6 from me last night. That is not how it works. Just because you're too cheap to support your habit does not mean I have to start picking up the tab. I don't know if she thinks this is going to happen all summer, but it is not. It most definitley is not.
7. I was just listening to my ipod (surprise!) and talking to Jenn at the same time and that audioblog she did of me talking when I was drunk forever ago came on. I have no idea how it got on my ipod or even how to get rid of it. Holy shit that was weird. And the timing too. Crazy man.
8. Emily's mom and stepdad gave me a $25 gift certificate to Border's for graduation, which was the perfect present for me. I ended up getting two books (The Red Tent and My Sister's Keeper, if you care, which I know you don't) but while there the book The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini was everywhere. I read it in December and now it's probably one of my favorite books ever. I have a lot of favorite books, but for some reason, just seeing it made me wish I had never read it so I could enjoy it and love it all over again for the first time. That sounds weird (and kind of creepy) but it was a fucking good book. I've felt this way about other books, but never as much with this one. And I'm going to stop now. But read The Kite Runner before I kill you.
9. Starting November 13th I owe the government $16,000. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, I was expecting $20,000. Because $16,000 is totally chump change.
10. Dude, I'm a 22 year old college gradaute. It was a good weekend.
2. Holy shit, I just realized the enter key works now. Plus we have a new computer at home with a CABLE CONNECTION. But most importantly THE ENTER KEY WORKS. I just got unnessecarily excited.
3. So I graduated on Saturday, but didn't find out my grades until today, and was seriously worried about failing two of my classes, especially Anthropology. I was trying to prep my parents about that happening, but praise the lord, that wasn't even nessecary. I got a D, and immediatley called my dad and mom to give them the good news. It probably would have been better if either of them had picked up. I've never been prouder of a D and I'm not ashamed to admit it(I got a B in Bowling, I know you're all curious). I was more excited today after seeing my grades than I was Saturday. Okay not really, but now I feel like I can REALLY celebrate.
4. My birthday was pretty good too, Thursday night was fun, it being kind of the last hurrah with my friends at NIU. Then Keri and I were party animals and stayed in and drank a little on Friday (shut up, I had to be up at 6:30) with my brother and mom too, who if you're wondering "is not a fan of Keystone". Sorry I didn't splurge on some Natty Light like J.P did when you drank with him at his frat ( yeah I said it. FRAT) last week. We can't all be ballas.
5. I've been home for 4 days and already I want to assasinate my mom. Today she walked into the kitchen and said to my brother, "COULD YOU HAVE ANYMORE CABINET DOORS OPEN?" I mean, I can't believe he has no idea how expensive or dangerous open cabinet doors are. SOMEBODY COULD POKE THEIR EYE OUT. Worst of all, there's no light at the end of the tunnel this time. I'm probably home for at least a year, which I'm thinking is the minimun and it better be the maximun too. For the sake of my mom's livelihood. And my sanity.
6. I haven't quit smoking yet but I'm working on it. My friend Diana however claims to have quit, but bummed 6 from me last night. That is not how it works. Just because you're too cheap to support your habit does not mean I have to start picking up the tab. I don't know if she thinks this is going to happen all summer, but it is not. It most definitley is not.
7. I was just listening to my ipod (surprise!) and talking to Jenn at the same time and that audioblog she did of me talking when I was drunk forever ago came on. I have no idea how it got on my ipod or even how to get rid of it. Holy shit that was weird. And the timing too. Crazy man.
8. Emily's mom and stepdad gave me a $25 gift certificate to Border's for graduation, which was the perfect present for me. I ended up getting two books (The Red Tent and My Sister's Keeper, if you care, which I know you don't) but while there the book The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini was everywhere. I read it in December and now it's probably one of my favorite books ever. I have a lot of favorite books, but for some reason, just seeing it made me wish I had never read it so I could enjoy it and love it all over again for the first time. That sounds weird (and kind of creepy) but it was a fucking good book. I've felt this way about other books, but never as much with this one. And I'm going to stop now. But read The Kite Runner before I kill you.
9. Starting November 13th I owe the government $16,000. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, I was expecting $20,000. Because $16,000 is totally chump change.
10. Dude, I'm a 22 year old college gradaute. It was a good weekend.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Monday, May 08, 2006
The One Where She Goes On and On and On and On
I've only used one pen all semester, I actually haven't lost it, no one borrowed it and never returned it, and it didn't run out of ink. I've thought about it all semester (I think about stupid shit), and wondered how long it was going to last. As I was in my last class of my college life Thursday afternoon, filling out the last teacher evaluation of my college life, the pen ran out of ink. Coincidence? I think not.
Thursday was the big night out here, since no one had classes Friday. I ended up losing my roommates in the crowded bar, but found my friends from my bowling class shortly after. A bunch of us when back to her place, in the complete opposite direction of my place, and I ended up sleeping over there on one of the couches. I never thought to call my roommates to tell them I wasn't coming home, because, well they're not my parents. I woke up in the morning to a voicemail from Carly and two text messages from Emily, asking where I was, I was worrying them, and to call them as soon as possible. This is going to sound queer, but to know that they were both so worried about me made me realize I have the best roommates. And to think that we randomly found Carly to live through an ad in the newspaper. A random roommate from freshman year and a random newspaper ad-answerer were now people that worried about me when I didn't come home. How sweet it is to be loved by you.
Emily and I have drank a lot this past week (and not one sleep-walking episode!), every day except for Wednesday. As she put it, "I'm finally the roommate you always wanted." It only took you four years.
On Friday I saw my friend Susan at the bar, and she asked me old I was. I said 21, and she goes, "Oh, I want to introduce you to my cousin, he's 30 years old." Jesus, how old did you think I was Susan? I mean, not like 30's THAT old, but still. So him and I were talking, and I asked if he was a Cubs or Sox fan, and he gave some bullshit that he's a "Chicago fan", not that into baseball, football is his thing. He asked me, and I said Sox (Southsiiiiide reprsent) and that the game today made me angry, we came so close in the 9th, but then ended up losing and I "didn't want to talk about it." The way I said it, I was totally kidding, but Susan told me later he thought he blew his chances with me because I said that. Then I realized that maybe people do take seriously what I say and that I should be careful so I don't come off bitchy, but c'mon. He was shorter than me anways.
My mom told me they made the invitations for my party the other day, and they put a picture of me on my first day of kindergarden on it. Thanks mom. I was telling her how I have a take home final due Tuesday, and I haven't read either of the three books for it. She says, "Geez Kate, you gotta get your act together, you can't be waiting til the last second to do all this stuff." It's a little too late for the stop-procrastinating spchel (is that a word? I totally spelled it wrong, what now) Mom. I've gotten through 16 years of school just fine. Things ain't gonna change the last week.
Conan starts his Chicago shows tomorrow and I still never got tickets. Stupid bastard.
I'm totally going to Lollapalooza this summer with Keri to see the Frames and a shitload of other bands. And if Bill goes, I get to meet him and make Jenn totally jealous. I'm also going to this thing called Summer Camp with some friends from home over Memorial Day weekend. Finding out they would have showers was the selling point for me because no way am I going camping for four days without showering. I wasn't going to go to save money for Lollapalooza, but then my friends threatened to never talk to me again, so I guess I have no other choice.
I'll stop now regalling (is that the right word? probably not) you all with lame ass stories and start studying. Lastly though, some things people have searched for and found my blog through: "little sister bigger boobs" (please contact me, person - we can share the same sob story), "girl give me your phone no i want to fuck you" (I don't even want to ask), "a clockwork orange symbolism milk" (sorry, don't know how to help you out there), "I want someone to rub my feet" (no) and "i want the world of hurray potter" (twice no less, and that is not as typo. sorry, never heard of 'hurray' potter).
This week I turn 22 and graduate college all within 24 hours. Jesus christ, somebody get me a Xanax.
Thursday was the big night out here, since no one had classes Friday. I ended up losing my roommates in the crowded bar, but found my friends from my bowling class shortly after. A bunch of us when back to her place, in the complete opposite direction of my place, and I ended up sleeping over there on one of the couches. I never thought to call my roommates to tell them I wasn't coming home, because, well they're not my parents. I woke up in the morning to a voicemail from Carly and two text messages from Emily, asking where I was, I was worrying them, and to call them as soon as possible. This is going to sound queer, but to know that they were both so worried about me made me realize I have the best roommates. And to think that we randomly found Carly to live through an ad in the newspaper. A random roommate from freshman year and a random newspaper ad-answerer were now people that worried about me when I didn't come home. How sweet it is to be loved by you.
Emily and I have drank a lot this past week (and not one sleep-walking episode!), every day except for Wednesday. As she put it, "I'm finally the roommate you always wanted." It only took you four years.
On Friday I saw my friend Susan at the bar, and she asked me old I was. I said 21, and she goes, "Oh, I want to introduce you to my cousin, he's 30 years old." Jesus, how old did you think I was Susan? I mean, not like 30's THAT old, but still. So him and I were talking, and I asked if he was a Cubs or Sox fan, and he gave some bullshit that he's a "Chicago fan", not that into baseball, football is his thing. He asked me, and I said Sox (Southsiiiiide reprsent) and that the game today made me angry, we came so close in the 9th, but then ended up losing and I "didn't want to talk about it." The way I said it, I was totally kidding, but Susan told me later he thought he blew his chances with me because I said that. Then I realized that maybe people do take seriously what I say and that I should be careful so I don't come off bitchy, but c'mon. He was shorter than me anways.
My mom told me they made the invitations for my party the other day, and they put a picture of me on my first day of kindergarden on it. Thanks mom. I was telling her how I have a take home final due Tuesday, and I haven't read either of the three books for it. She says, "Geez Kate, you gotta get your act together, you can't be waiting til the last second to do all this stuff." It's a little too late for the stop-procrastinating spchel (is that a word? I totally spelled it wrong, what now) Mom. I've gotten through 16 years of school just fine. Things ain't gonna change the last week.
Conan starts his Chicago shows tomorrow and I still never got tickets. Stupid bastard.
I'm totally going to Lollapalooza this summer with Keri to see the Frames and a shitload of other bands. And if Bill goes, I get to meet him and make Jenn totally jealous. I'm also going to this thing called Summer Camp with some friends from home over Memorial Day weekend. Finding out they would have showers was the selling point for me because no way am I going camping for four days without showering. I wasn't going to go to save money for Lollapalooza, but then my friends threatened to never talk to me again, so I guess I have no other choice.
I'll stop now regalling (is that the right word? probably not) you all with lame ass stories and start studying. Lastly though, some things people have searched for and found my blog through: "little sister bigger boobs" (please contact me, person - we can share the same sob story), "girl give me your phone no i want to fuck you" (I don't even want to ask), "a clockwork orange symbolism milk" (sorry, don't know how to help you out there), "I want someone to rub my feet" (no) and "i want the world of hurray potter" (twice no less, and that is not as typo. sorry, never heard of 'hurray' potter).
This week I turn 22 and graduate college all within 24 hours. Jesus christ, somebody get me a Xanax.
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