I bought The Shins new album Wincing the Night Away last Friday and haven't stopped listening to it since (besides for the moment right now when my Ipod is on shuffle and "What a Girl Wants" by Christina Aguliera is on, but I won't mention that). The last four songs are kind of forgettable, but the first seven? Awesome. Just fucking awesome. Especially "Sleeping Lessons" and "Sea Legs". You must buy (like me because my dad won't let me steal music on his computer THE NERVE) or illegally download this album and then thank me later.
I first heard about the book 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die on Ms. Mac's blog (though I'm mad too that the Kite Runner isn't included because it's the best book ever) and have since kind of become obsessed with reading the entire list. I can cross off 41 books right off the bat, which really makes the task so much less overwhelming now. If I even made it to 500, I'd be happy with that. There's a couple Jonathan Franzen books in it and just having finished The Corrections about 30 minutes ago, I think I'll cross the rest off his books off the list. It was okay, just okay. It didn't even make me cry and was basically a story I feel I've read 30 times already about grown up children being annoyed by their elderly parents and fighting about stupid shit. I don't know how to explain it, it was just a disappointment. A 568 page disappointment. IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR A BOOK TO MAKE ME CRY, GODDAMNIT. If Atonement doesn't do it, I've sworn off reading for good.
Yesterday, at the last of three bars I went to during the course of the night, I saw Brad, my boss' son I went to Amanda's wedding with back in June of 2005. I don't think I had seen him since then so we talked for a majority of the night which was kind of surprising because usually when we saw each other at the bar we would talk for a minute or two then say bye. About 20 minutes into the conversation he asked "Have you lost weight?" (I knew he looked confused when he saw only two double chins on me instead of four) and I said yeah, a little and he said "You can tell - you look really good." That pretty much made my night right there. Year even. Seriously I think I would be the most easy to please girlfriend/wife. Just telling me I look like I've lost weight would pretty much get you off the hook for anything. I hope my patheticness is properly conveyed here. But anyways, thank you Brad, from the bottom of my heart. Call me.
Last night I came home at 5:30 am and since our stupid ass garage door opener won't work in the freezing cold, I had to go in the house, hit the open button in there, then start the car back up to put it away. As I went back out to the car, Bailey followed me out, probably because she hadn't been out since 10 pm or something. I came back in the house, ate the food I had gotten (the answer to the "have you lost weight question" will pretty soon be a "no" with the way I've been a bottomless pit lately) and then went upstairs to bed. My mom woke me up this morning telling me I had left the dog outside until 8:00 am when she woke up to her barking. I left Bailey out in the freezing cold for about 2 1/2 hours because I am a monster. She probably hates me now, which really is no big thing since I've never liked her in the first place anyways BUT I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE, I'M SORRY BAILEY. Oh my god, the guilt. I can't deal with it.
I burned my hand with scalding hot tea today and now I'm a cripple. I'm insanely jealous of the 100+ inches of snow New York got. Kerianne, I swear I'll finish your sister's post soon when I stop being so lazy. I am extremely pissed about how little money I'm getting back from my taxes. Keri and I are seeing The Frames on April 18th, hell yeah. I have a crush on Nate from Beauty and the Geek - christ, who knew that show was so addictive. The Southside Irish Parade is coming up so soon I can already taste the corned beef and cabbage.
I saved the best news for last: I FOUND A PAIR OF JEANS THAT FIT. I went shopping last Friday and in the first store ( New York and Company), the first pair of jeans I tried on fit like a motherfucker (do you even have ANY idea how well motherfuckers it? Almost as well as gloves). They were dark and long enough for me and pretty much completed my life. I hope all of you experience half as much joy these jeans have brought to my life at some point in your lifetimes.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE
I was gonna put a picture of me trying to wink, but it's too scary looking. Thank you PostSecret for reassuring me.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
And You Go Home And You Cry And You Want To Die
God Morrissey, HOW DO YOU KNOW EXACTLY HOW I FELT SUNDAY NIGHT.
I still don't want to talk about it. I don't want to read the paper, dissect the game, talk about Rex and the defense or watch ESPN. That was rough, man. I've been spoiled as a Chicago fan, with the Bears in '85, the Bulls for six years and then the Sox last year - I wasn't ready for it. My friend Kelly reassured me "We're young Kate - we can wait 21 years for this to happen again." I really really hope I don't have to wait that long, but if I do, I can handle it. We still had a really good season and went to the fucking SuperBowl goddamnit. Lots of people didn't even think the Bears would make it that far. I still don't wanna talk about it though. The wounds are too fresh. I'm queer.
In other slightly less depressing news, I had an awesome time at Maribeth's wedding. You know when you look forward to something for so long and then it finally happens and all you can think is "eh" ? There are no "eh's" when I think about this wedding. We danced almost the entire night and took full advantage of the open bar: if that's not the makings of a good night, then I don't know what is. Tommy was a great date, though maybe taking someone who actually knows how to dance isn't a great idea for a person who is terrible at dancing but does it anyways. Sorry Tommy. I wish my friends got married more often.
I got paid Monday and kind of went insane on Ebay buying books. Not really cause all together they cost about $16, but still, not a good idea to spend your money on stupid shit when you owe money to about six different stores/persons (please, take your money advice from me - I am most qualified). I am superass excited about these books though because they all come highly recommended. The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen (my friend Dan), An American Dream by Norman Mailer (Jason Mulgrew) and Atonement by Ian McEwan (1001 Books you should read in your lifetime). I've always read like a banshee but I think the shitty books I've read lately plus going out too much and not reading before bed has had me in a drought. I'm still in the middle of In Cold Blood by Capote, but I swore to myself I'd be done with it come Thursday, come hell or high water. (Also, I'd like to point out this is the first Tuesday in god knows how long that I haven't gone out. I'm pretending it's because I want to read for three hours before bed, but really it's cause we got some snow today and no one wanted to drive, but let me pretend it's a step in the right direction.)
In other book news, because the previous paragraph about books was so thrilling!, the final Harry Potter book is coming out July 21st. I pre-ordered it already and can't wait, though I'm sad at the same time that it's the last one. If you've never read Harry Potter, you have five months to catch up before it comes out. Hurry up and get started.
Here are some pictures from the wedding:
I love this picture with Lauren, me and Tommy, even though I look like a creep. I have my mouth closed for once though, it's a first.
Tommy and his hunchbacked date, Katie.
Diana and me - I am totally one of those people I hate who takes way too many pictures with myself in them, even though I hate pictures of myself. Then why do I want pictures with everyone? I make no sense. I used to make fun of Emily for always taking pictures of herself with another person, and then I do the same thing. I need to start being more candid. Also need to cut out the gummy smiles.
I don't know how Kelly can smile after the Superbowl. I am angry.
Today would have been the parade downtown for the Bears. Thanks for your condolences Sophia, Bill and Jenn via text. I'm still so depressed.
I still don't want to talk about it. I don't want to read the paper, dissect the game, talk about Rex and the defense or watch ESPN. That was rough, man. I've been spoiled as a Chicago fan, with the Bears in '85, the Bulls for six years and then the Sox last year - I wasn't ready for it. My friend Kelly reassured me "We're young Kate - we can wait 21 years for this to happen again." I really really hope I don't have to wait that long, but if I do, I can handle it. We still had a really good season and went to the fucking SuperBowl goddamnit. Lots of people didn't even think the Bears would make it that far. I still don't wanna talk about it though. The wounds are too fresh. I'm queer.
In other slightly less depressing news, I had an awesome time at Maribeth's wedding. You know when you look forward to something for so long and then it finally happens and all you can think is "eh" ? There are no "eh's" when I think about this wedding. We danced almost the entire night and took full advantage of the open bar: if that's not the makings of a good night, then I don't know what is. Tommy was a great date, though maybe taking someone who actually knows how to dance isn't a great idea for a person who is terrible at dancing but does it anyways. Sorry Tommy. I wish my friends got married more often.
I got paid Monday and kind of went insane on Ebay buying books. Not really cause all together they cost about $16, but still, not a good idea to spend your money on stupid shit when you owe money to about six different stores/persons (please, take your money advice from me - I am most qualified). I am superass excited about these books though because they all come highly recommended. The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen (my friend Dan), An American Dream by Norman Mailer (Jason Mulgrew) and Atonement by Ian McEwan (1001 Books you should read in your lifetime). I've always read like a banshee but I think the shitty books I've read lately plus going out too much and not reading before bed has had me in a drought. I'm still in the middle of In Cold Blood by Capote, but I swore to myself I'd be done with it come Thursday, come hell or high water. (Also, I'd like to point out this is the first Tuesday in god knows how long that I haven't gone out. I'm pretending it's because I want to read for three hours before bed, but really it's cause we got some snow today and no one wanted to drive, but let me pretend it's a step in the right direction.)
In other book news, because the previous paragraph about books was so thrilling!, the final Harry Potter book is coming out July 21st. I pre-ordered it already and can't wait, though I'm sad at the same time that it's the last one. If you've never read Harry Potter, you have five months to catch up before it comes out. Hurry up and get started.
Here are some pictures from the wedding:
I love this picture with Lauren, me and Tommy, even though I look like a creep. I have my mouth closed for once though, it's a first.
Tommy and his hunchbacked date, Katie.
Diana and me - I am totally one of those people I hate who takes way too many pictures with myself in them, even though I hate pictures of myself. Then why do I want pictures with everyone? I make no sense. I used to make fun of Emily for always taking pictures of herself with another person, and then I do the same thing. I need to start being more candid. Also need to cut out the gummy smiles.
I don't know how Kelly can smile after the Superbowl. I am angry.
Today would have been the parade downtown for the Bears. Thanks for your condolences Sophia, Bill and Jenn via text. I'm still so depressed.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Today Is Not Friday. It's Wednesday.
ONLY FOUR MORE DAYS. My stomach is in a constant state of butterflies because I can't fucking WAIT for the Superbowl to start. Here at the store, it's almost like Christmas time again with everyone sending their out of state relatives and friends t-shirts, hoodies and hats to wear for the game. I'm too broke to buy a shirt right now (I do have an Urlacher one though) so they better win so I can buy a Superbowl champs shirt. Emily's coming here to watch the game with me and my friends, granted that the bar we're going to still has tickets available. The bar is always shown on tv for big sports events, so if you're in Chicago, look for me making my big tv debut. It's going to be spectacular.
Only one more day of work after today and then I'm off until Tuesday, aw hell yeah. When I told my boss I needed these days off he asked "Are you going out of town?" I said "No, I have a wedding Friday and then Monday...for...the....Superbowl."
"You're going to the Superbowl?"
"No...I'm just going to be a drinking.....a lot."
He's made fun of me since then for taking the day off, but whatever. I think it's cool that I have a boss I can be that truthful too. Yes your employee does take the day off so she can celebrate properly the night before, but I'm hardcore man. Surprised you didn't know that. (John Phil, I will be very dissappointed if you don't know the line before that.)
Last night was Megan's last hurrah because she starts student teaching February 5th. Well her last Tuesday hurrah anyways, and seeing as Tuesdays are like our Fridays or something, it made me very depressed. WHY MUST SHE ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING WITH HER LIFE. God, I thought she was going to waste away as a waitress while I toiled away at the UPS Store. Who needs real jobs, at least we can still go out and get drunker than I have been in quite some time any day we want! Christ I need to grow up.
So. I saw Carey last Saturday and went home with him, but kept my chastity belt on again. When he drove me home, he still didn't ask for my fucking number. I just saw the "He's just not that into you" Sex and the City episode last week and I wish to god I hadn't because it's so true. Oh so true. Stupid fucking Sarah Jessica Parker. Reason number two I'm pissed (well I guess I'm not really "pissed" at Carey, I just feel pathetic): his friend P.J stole my Bears lighter. And then to top it off, P.J, who likes Megan, actually called her today. IMAGINE THAT, a boy calling a girl. I wish I had any idea what that was like. Assholes, the both of them.
I ordered a phone off Ebay because my phone (seriously- there is no other explanation) dissappeared right before New Years. I've been using my dad's old phone from 1973 which runs out of batteries after two minutes of talking on it - not annoying at all. I just bought a replica of the phone I lost, but it's a used one and I'm nervous that it's going to be a piece of shit. It better live up to its condition that was described as "good" - let's hope that means I can at least have a four minute conversation now.
My parents are leaving tomorrow and will be gone skiing until Sunday. How excited am I about this? Very. Very fucking excited. Only my mom won't be here Friday to help me curl my hair HOW THOUGHTLESS CAN ONE PERSON BE. A new standard has been set.
The next time I talk (type) to you bitches, the Bears will be the crowned (what now Dennis Green) Superbowl Champions. Defense always win, and Peyton Manning, you ain't got shit.
Only one more day of work after today and then I'm off until Tuesday, aw hell yeah. When I told my boss I needed these days off he asked "Are you going out of town?" I said "No, I have a wedding Friday and then Monday...for...the....Superbowl."
"You're going to the Superbowl?"
"No...I'm just going to be a drinking.....a lot."
He's made fun of me since then for taking the day off, but whatever. I think it's cool that I have a boss I can be that truthful too. Yes your employee does take the day off so she can celebrate properly the night before, but I'm hardcore man. Surprised you didn't know that. (John Phil, I will be very dissappointed if you don't know the line before that.)
Last night was Megan's last hurrah because she starts student teaching February 5th. Well her last Tuesday hurrah anyways, and seeing as Tuesdays are like our Fridays or something, it made me very depressed. WHY MUST SHE ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING WITH HER LIFE. God, I thought she was going to waste away as a waitress while I toiled away at the UPS Store. Who needs real jobs, at least we can still go out and get drunker than I have been in quite some time any day we want! Christ I need to grow up.
So. I saw Carey last Saturday and went home with him, but kept my chastity belt on again. When he drove me home, he still didn't ask for my fucking number. I just saw the "He's just not that into you" Sex and the City episode last week and I wish to god I hadn't because it's so true. Oh so true. Stupid fucking Sarah Jessica Parker. Reason number two I'm pissed (well I guess I'm not really "pissed" at Carey, I just feel pathetic): his friend P.J stole my Bears lighter. And then to top it off, P.J, who likes Megan, actually called her today. IMAGINE THAT, a boy calling a girl. I wish I had any idea what that was like. Assholes, the both of them.
I ordered a phone off Ebay because my phone (seriously- there is no other explanation) dissappeared right before New Years. I've been using my dad's old phone from 1973 which runs out of batteries after two minutes of talking on it - not annoying at all. I just bought a replica of the phone I lost, but it's a used one and I'm nervous that it's going to be a piece of shit. It better live up to its condition that was described as "good" - let's hope that means I can at least have a four minute conversation now.
My parents are leaving tomorrow and will be gone skiing until Sunday. How excited am I about this? Very. Very fucking excited. Only my mom won't be here Friday to help me curl my hair HOW THOUGHTLESS CAN ONE PERSON BE. A new standard has been set.
The next time I talk (type) to you bitches, the Bears will be the crowned (what now Dennis Green) Superbowl Champions. Defense always win, and Peyton Manning, you ain't got shit.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Countdown: Nine Days
1. I got my dress back Wednesday, and Diana's grandma did an awesome job on it. It's still a tad, tad big, but at least it doesn't look like I'm wearing a skirt with a giant oversize t-shirt on anymore, according to Diana. While I was at her grandma's I said, "Awesome. Now all I need is shoes and I'm set." She asked what size I wore, and then said she had a pair she was about to give to Goodwill, so I should try those. I was terrified (seems like an exaggeration, but who wouldn't be expecting something hideous, and since I can never tell the truth I would have been like "Oh my god! These are great! I love them, they're perfect!" even if they were a bright orange color), but she pulled them out and they were Pointy. Black. Just the right size heel. I was amazed. So yeah, I got my shoes from a 76 year old lady, but they're (seriously) perfect and I ain't got no money for shoes anyways. I also borrowed a purse from her. Diana's Grandma's: One Stop Shopping For All Your Wedding Attire Needs.
2. Why do we have no goddamn decaf tea in our house. Because it's freezing balls I had to have a cup while down here in the dungeon, and now I'm going to be up all night when I have to be up at 9:00 am. Yes I could just go to Jewel and buy some, but then I wouldn't get to ask my mom constantly why she doesn't buy any more, and she wouldn't get the chance to say "I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN BUY THE FOOD AROUND HERE." Yes you are mom, yes you are.
3. This article made me laugh really hard, especially the "What is going on with today's white nationalists?" Really guys, you gotta step it up a little bit. The guy say he's ashamed to be a neo-Nazi, and if that doesn't ring a bell with you, I don't know what will.
4. The other day, Larry, this guy who comes into the store pretty much everyday because his company has packages delivered there told me I "looked like a million bucks." It was a gross exaggeration, but made me realize how disgusting I must look every other day that I show up after having just rolled out of bed 20 minutes prior. It's amazing the difference a shower before work makes. I think it's finally starting to resonate with me.*
5. My boss owns two UPS Stores; his other one is about an hour away and he has me work there once in a great while. I fucking hate going out there - usually I leave 10 minutes before I have to be at work, and now I have to leave 60. Oh oh, but he gives me an hour of travel time! Too bad it takes two hours, going there and back, asshole. The only part I get excited about is that it's in a posh (are only English people allowed to use that word?) downtown neighborhood up north and there's an Old Navy and Borders right down the block. IMAGINE THAT. Like I don't have an Old Navy or Borders 10 minutes from my house. But whatever gets my rocks off, right? Apparently it only takes an Old Navy within walking distance of my work. Easy to please, yo.
6. I heard Joe Jackson's Steppin' Out song on the radio last week; I almost hate hearing new songs that I love now because I have no means of downloading them at all (not that it's a new song - it came out in '82). It's an awesome song though, and if you can download it, I hate you.
7. I told my date for the wedding, Tommy, that I was excited that he's tall (6'4) because I could wear heels then and not worry about looking like a giant. His reply was "Can you dance in heels?" in a real you-better-say-yes-or-I'm-gonna-be-really-pissed-off voice. I told him no worries, that my shoes would be off probably within five minutes of being there anyways. Anything to not make my 19 year old date mad at me. My dad told me Tuesday that I was robbing the cradle by taking him. Shut up dad I REALIZED THAT ALREADY.
8. nephelai0820: kris just broke my door. i locked it and she busted through
yaya5120: good lord
nephelai0820: and the knob is broke, woo hoo!
yaya5120: good thing you weren't beating off
yaya5120: OR WERE YOU
nephelai0820: haha, i was just going to say how am i going to keep them off when i play with my willy?
nephelai0820: *out
yaya5120: keeping them off your willy could pose a problem also
nephelai0820: you are wise
yaya5120: why do you think I'm the older sister
nephelai0820: lezzz-be friends
I don't talk to my sister nearly enough on AIM anymore. Oh the good conversations I'm missing out on. Quit playing with yer dinghy Ker.
9. I'm finally reading Truman Capote's In Cold Blood, I mean I only bought it three months ago, what's the rush. After this book, I'm taking some of your suggestions, plus The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen and We Need to Talk About Kevin, by Lionel Shriver. I already read The Secret Life of Bees Bill, but thanks anyway. The books you guys suggested better be good or I am going to beat some ass.
10. Do you know what COLTS stands for?
Count On Losing The Superbowl - HEY-O
*Not that I never shower, I DO. Just never before work - I'd rather get 30 more minutes of sleep. I'm glad I cleared that up because I'm sure you were all under the impression that I had never taken a shower before in my life.
2. Why do we have no goddamn decaf tea in our house. Because it's freezing balls I had to have a cup while down here in the dungeon, and now I'm going to be up all night when I have to be up at 9:00 am. Yes I could just go to Jewel and buy some, but then I wouldn't get to ask my mom constantly why she doesn't buy any more, and she wouldn't get the chance to say "I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN BUY THE FOOD AROUND HERE." Yes you are mom, yes you are.
3. This article made me laugh really hard, especially the "What is going on with today's white nationalists?" Really guys, you gotta step it up a little bit. The guy say he's ashamed to be a neo-Nazi, and if that doesn't ring a bell with you, I don't know what will.
4. The other day, Larry, this guy who comes into the store pretty much everyday because his company has packages delivered there told me I "looked like a million bucks." It was a gross exaggeration, but made me realize how disgusting I must look every other day that I show up after having just rolled out of bed 20 minutes prior. It's amazing the difference a shower before work makes. I think it's finally starting to resonate with me.*
5. My boss owns two UPS Stores; his other one is about an hour away and he has me work there once in a great while. I fucking hate going out there - usually I leave 10 minutes before I have to be at work, and now I have to leave 60. Oh oh, but he gives me an hour of travel time! Too bad it takes two hours, going there and back, asshole. The only part I get excited about is that it's in a posh (are only English people allowed to use that word?) downtown neighborhood up north and there's an Old Navy and Borders right down the block. IMAGINE THAT. Like I don't have an Old Navy or Borders 10 minutes from my house. But whatever gets my rocks off, right? Apparently it only takes an Old Navy within walking distance of my work. Easy to please, yo.
6. I heard Joe Jackson's Steppin' Out song on the radio last week; I almost hate hearing new songs that I love now because I have no means of downloading them at all (not that it's a new song - it came out in '82). It's an awesome song though, and if you can download it, I hate you.
7. I told my date for the wedding, Tommy, that I was excited that he's tall (6'4) because I could wear heels then and not worry about looking like a giant. His reply was "Can you dance in heels?" in a real you-better-say-yes-or-I'm-gonna-be-really-pissed-off voice. I told him no worries, that my shoes would be off probably within five minutes of being there anyways. Anything to not make my 19 year old date mad at me. My dad told me Tuesday that I was robbing the cradle by taking him. Shut up dad I REALIZED THAT ALREADY.
8. nephelai0820: kris just broke my door. i locked it and she busted through
yaya5120: good lord
nephelai0820: and the knob is broke, woo hoo!
yaya5120: good thing you weren't beating off
yaya5120: OR WERE YOU
nephelai0820: haha, i was just going to say how am i going to keep them off when i play with my willy?
nephelai0820: *out
yaya5120: keeping them off your willy could pose a problem also
nephelai0820: you are wise
yaya5120: why do you think I'm the older sister
nephelai0820: lezzz-be friends
I don't talk to my sister nearly enough on AIM anymore. Oh the good conversations I'm missing out on. Quit playing with yer dinghy Ker.
9. I'm finally reading Truman Capote's In Cold Blood, I mean I only bought it three months ago, what's the rush. After this book, I'm taking some of your suggestions, plus The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen and We Need to Talk About Kevin, by Lionel Shriver. I already read The Secret Life of Bees Bill, but thanks anyway. The books you guys suggested better be good or I am going to beat some ass.
10. Do you know what COLTS stands for?
Count On Losing The Superbowl - HEY-O
*Not that I never shower, I DO. Just never before work - I'd rather get 30 more minutes of sleep. I'm glad I cleared that up because I'm sure you were all under the impression that I had never taken a shower before in my life.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Bears
Brian Urlacher pointing the way to Miami.
The Bears are in the Superbowl. Each time I read or hear someone say those words, my heart does a little leap because I still can't believe it's true. Yeah, I was alive back in '86 when they won, but I was one and a half - the only memory I have of it is a shirt I won in a pool my parents put my name in. But Keri stole that shirt from me, so I guess that doesn't even count anymore (bitch). I'm pretty at the age of 22 I'll be able to remember it this time, or at least take a lot of pictures to jog my memory. I've been sure of a Bears Superbowl appearance since early this season, even requesting off from work Monday January 5th around Christmas time. Confident? You bet your fucking ass I am. I wish I could have been at the bar to watch it, but I'm kinda broke so had to settle for watching it at a friends, where I had to explain every single thing that happened on the field to my two friends I was watching it with. I thought I knew little about the rules, and trust me, I do ( I just learned what "hashmarks" are after that intentiontal grounding penalty that resulted in a safety - thanks Bro) , but I must have explained what a challenge is at least twice and also why it wasn't a touchdown each time the ball was caught by a Bears player. But why am I bitching about that, THE BEARS ARE IN THE SUPERBOWL BABY! Being a Chicagoan is pretty sweet right now. I can only hope that it'll be even sweeter come February 4th around 9:00 pm or so - watch out Colts.
The weekend of the Superbowl is probably going to be the best weekend ever because that Friday my friend Maribeth gets married, and I have off Friday through Monday. I'm still going with my friend's 19 year old brother, which might sound pathetic, but to whoever thinks that I say, shut up, I couldn't find anybody else, so shove it. Also, I love commas. I go to Diana's grandma's tomorrow to try on my dress, and hopefully it fits like a glove now, not a tent in the chest-al area like it was before (plus-sized every else but up there - I always get screwed). I'm so anxious to try it on with makeup and my hair done, ok no one cares, but I am excited. Motherfucking excited. Best weekend ever, coming up in twelve days.
The second best thing to happen this week, other than da Bears? I found my ring I lost last Tuesday. I was at the bar with Megan on Friday and wearing the same zip-up I had on Tuesday. I reached in my right side pocket, for no apparent reason and felt my ring in there. The look on my face as I pulled it out probably scared Megan, but in my mind I looked like I had just found out I won the $300 million dollar lottery. It must have flown off my finger, bounced off the car door and landed in my pocket. That sounds kind of improbable, but that's really the only explanation for it. Now that I've been given a second chance with the only piece of nice jewelry I own (except for my mom's birthstone ring), I have to get it fitted because I will be damned if I lose it again. Reunited and it feels so good.
Carey is a douche bag. I'm never talking or thinking about him again. Outloud at least, let's be realistic.
I need a good book to read. Out of the past six or seven books I've read, I've only really liked one of them. Most of the ones I didn't like were ones I had bought as opposed to just getting out from the library, so from now on I'm not buying a book until after I read it and love it. I want a book that will grab my attention and not let go until I'm done. I want a book that will make me cry and make me sad at the prospect of finishing it. I mean christ, is that too much to ask? I've been avoiding the library lately because I owe it about $20 (I should have KNOWN better than to rent a DVD from there, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME), but I'm gonna have to suck it up because my brain is melting from the terrible books I've read lately. Give me some suggestions, or even better, pay my library fine.
It's gonna be twelve long days of Sports sections about whether Good Rex or Bad Rex will show up, Lovie and Tony being the first African-American coaches in the Superbowl (one of thems bound to win, I can just feel it) and comparisons to the '85 team. Twelve long, long days. February 4th, hurry up.
You better start makin'
Your Super Bowl plans.
But don't get ready or go to any trouble
Unless you practice
The Super Bowl Shuffle.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Since I Got A Digital Camera, You Have To Deal With Pictures Of Me. All The Time.
Here is the Very Retarded Cosby Family Christmas Potrait. Seriously, we all look like we have brain damage. You can all agree, it won't hurt our feelings. I think it's just my mom's bright ass red lipstick and my dad's horribly bloodshot eyes, cause next to them the three of us almost look like models. Not that they give us much to look better than.
Ma souer et moi. I was trying to push her out of the shot. Didn't work as well as I thought it did.
My best friend Megan and me on New Years Eve. She always looks at me like that.
I only put this on here to show off Megan's Olsen twin-ness that she was so proud of in this picture. I'm her green-eyed lady, ocean lady and she's my brown eyed girl. Even though she has blue eyes. I hope this picture was really late in the night to explain why my eyes look like they're going in different directions. There were other people at the party, I swear - it wasn't just the two of us.
Self portrait on Christmas, the day I got the camera. I have can't-shut-my-mouth-syndrome. We're working on a cure.
My friend Lauren and I some random Tuesday we went out.
That same Tuesday. I love this picture, even though I look like creepshow. And am also getting violated by Julie. It was okay though - she had been gone working in Washington D.C since August. Her tongue felt so natural there, like it had never left.
He wasn't even working last night. The first Tuesday since May that I've been to where he hasn't been there too. Goddamnit. God fucking damnit.
In other heart breaking news, I lost my turquoise ring last night. I've been bitching for the past month about how I wanted to get it fitted so I wouldn't feel like it was going to fly off my finger, especially when it's cold out, and then last night it finally happens. I'm hoping to god Lauren finds it in her car but I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen. I've had that ring since I went to Mexico man, four years ago. I am so sad. So so sad.
Last thing: Why is finding a pair of jeans that fit you like asking for the fucking moon? Everytime I got shopping for them I get angry; I don't know why I do it to myself so often. I don't have a dime to spare now, but come income tax check time, I'm getting a pair custom fitted at Levi's. And then all my problems will be solved. There will also be world peace and Rosie and Donald will be friends once again. I'm not the only one who's going to benefit from this great create-your-own-jeans invention, so you can see why it is of upmost importance.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Bears, Whining, Haircut, Tired - Sounds Like The Makings Of A Great Post
THE BEARS WON. They won! It's the first playoff game I've ever seen them win in my lifetime (well I mean of course I was alive in 1995, but don't remember watching it, I was in fifth grade), and oh my lord, it was spectacular. A nail bitter at the end, but Gouldie pulled through for us, god love him. And Rex, dude, you were great. A few mistakes here and there, but you stepped it up when it counted. You bascially told all those naysayers to shut the fuck up. I hope they listen. Watch out Saints - I know you might be "America's Team" right now, but not for long bitches, not for long. Oh man - best day of my life yesterday. Save for when February 4th rolls around I mean.
I went home with a guy a few weeks ago (J.P, don't read this. This is why I hate knowing you read this stupid blog), but didn't sleep with him because Megan convinced me it was the smart thing to do. Leave him wanting more, right? So the next time I see him (he's a bartender at a bar I go to a lot) he's decent to me, but we don't talk much, but I gave him the fact that he was working and tried not to think about it too much. Then I see him the following Saturday and he ignores me. I see him the next Tuesday and he hardly says a word to me. I spent way too much time analyzing everything I said, thinking I had creeped him out or something. ANYWAYS, he's been nice to me the past few times I've seen him, but it hasn't been anything worthwhile. So I see his friend Saturday night, and me and Meg hang out with him all night. Towards the end, without me mentioning his friend at all, he tells me his friend likes me, liked how "I didn't sleep with him the first night and thought he ruined his chances with him because he thought I saw another girl kiss him, but he's shy." My head almost exploded. What a fine way of showing me he liked me - by hardly talking to me at all. I mean I know he says he's shy, but goddamnit. I put myself out there the night I went home with him, it's not like he'd be asking me anything blindfolded with no idea what he was going into. I wanted to scream when P.J told me all that about Carey. I DON'T NEED THIS RIGHT NOW. I was finally starting to not obsess and move on, clearly getting the hint he wasn't interested. And now this. Gaaah, I just needed to get that out because I can't believe it. Can't fucking believe it. Quit messing with my head bastard.
Sorry I just needed to get that out - way too make a short story long Kate. So anyways, I got my haircut Thursday and it is delightful. It't not too different, but it's different enough and I love it. Layers, they're not as scary as you think - who knew.
Saturday I wasn't planning on going out because we were going to the bar at 11:30 am for the Bears game and I wanted to get my $40 worth. Instead I go out until 5:30 in the morning. How the fuck do I go from not going out at all it staying out until 5:30 am? I mean granted it was fun, but if I had stayed in I could have avoided a mindfuck, spending the last of my money and being so tired for the game that I came home after the Chargers-Patriots game and was asleep before my head hit the pillow at 7:00 pm. And then slept until 1:00 pm. So maybe it wasn't so bad in retrospect, but I missed Desperate Housewives. Shit bitch.
Going to the bar tomorrow. I'm hoping I might possibily have good news, but with my track record so far, let's not count on it. I will however drive myself fucking insane thinking about all of this until I get to the bar around this time tomorrow. Awesome.
I went home with a guy a few weeks ago (J.P, don't read this. This is why I hate knowing you read this stupid blog), but didn't sleep with him because Megan convinced me it was the smart thing to do. Leave him wanting more, right? So the next time I see him (he's a bartender at a bar I go to a lot) he's decent to me, but we don't talk much, but I gave him the fact that he was working and tried not to think about it too much. Then I see him the following Saturday and he ignores me. I see him the next Tuesday and he hardly says a word to me. I spent way too much time analyzing everything I said, thinking I had creeped him out or something. ANYWAYS, he's been nice to me the past few times I've seen him, but it hasn't been anything worthwhile. So I see his friend Saturday night, and me and Meg hang out with him all night. Towards the end, without me mentioning his friend at all, he tells me his friend likes me, liked how "I didn't sleep with him the first night and thought he ruined his chances with him because he thought I saw another girl kiss him, but he's shy." My head almost exploded. What a fine way of showing me he liked me - by hardly talking to me at all. I mean I know he says he's shy, but goddamnit. I put myself out there the night I went home with him, it's not like he'd be asking me anything blindfolded with no idea what he was going into. I wanted to scream when P.J told me all that about Carey. I DON'T NEED THIS RIGHT NOW. I was finally starting to not obsess and move on, clearly getting the hint he wasn't interested. And now this. Gaaah, I just needed to get that out because I can't believe it. Can't fucking believe it. Quit messing with my head bastard.
Sorry I just needed to get that out - way too make a short story long Kate. So anyways, I got my haircut Thursday and it is delightful. It't not too different, but it's different enough and I love it. Layers, they're not as scary as you think - who knew.
Saturday I wasn't planning on going out because we were going to the bar at 11:30 am for the Bears game and I wanted to get my $40 worth. Instead I go out until 5:30 in the morning. How the fuck do I go from not going out at all it staying out until 5:30 am? I mean granted it was fun, but if I had stayed in I could have avoided a mindfuck, spending the last of my money and being so tired for the game that I came home after the Chargers-Patriots game and was asleep before my head hit the pillow at 7:00 pm. And then slept until 1:00 pm. So maybe it wasn't so bad in retrospect, but I missed Desperate Housewives. Shit bitch.
Going to the bar tomorrow. I'm hoping I might possibily have good news, but with my track record so far, let's not count on it. I will however drive myself fucking insane thinking about all of this until I get to the bar around this time tomorrow. Awesome.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
You Decide
I have two Internet Explorer windows open here at work.
One is a Google search for "black pointy toe shoes" for the wedding I have coming up.
The other is ESPN, the articles for today's football games.
Am I a dude or a lady, I have no idea.
One is a Google search for "black pointy toe shoes" for the wedding I have coming up.
The other is ESPN, the articles for today's football games.
Am I a dude or a lady, I have no idea.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Make Me Shine
1. I love my Ipod almost as much as I love swiss cheese (and that is A LOT) but when I'm listening to it downstairs while on the computer it drives me crazy because I turn around to make sure no one is about to sneak up behind me about 56 times a minute. The fucking dog almost gave me a heart attack 15 minutes ago for christs sake. I don't know who I think is going to sneak up behind me at 2:00 in the morning considering only my mom and brother are home and they're both sleeping, but Mr. Stranger Danger is always out there lurking. Therefore, the constant checking of what could be behind me will never stop. I should've brought my nunchucks down here.
2. Thriller just came on. WHERE ARE MEGAN AND KERI WHEN I NEED THEM.
3. I've been sick for the past few days, from Sunday-Wednesday, but it's finally over. The one part that I have no problem with being sick? The losing of the weight part. I lost about five pounds over those few days, and I plan on keeping them off, no matter how unfeasible that may seem. I totally needed something like this to jumpstart my diet, and here it was, handed to me practically on a platter because of the unexplainable and weird sickness I get after I do a certain thing. I have to get this checked out. But really, maybe I should do this certain thing more often. It's doing wonders for my figure.
4. On Sunday I'm going with my Dad to the bar near my house to watch the Bears kick Seattle's ass in the second round of the play-offs. Well it's $40 all you can drink and eat, so I'll either be drunk and elated, or drunk and crying on my dad's shoulder. Let's all hope for the former. But really, come on Bears. More importantly COME ON REX GROSSMAN. Please please please let the good Rex come out Sunday. For your sake, and for the city of Chicago's sake. We will never forgive you if you fuck this up for us. At least I won't and I KNOW you don't want that on your conscious for the rest of your life.
5. I paid my first student loan today. $140 down, only $498,745.12 to go.
6. I never ended up getting my hair cut Saturday because who knew every salon closed before 4 pm on Saturdays, but I really am tomorrow. It requires me getting up at 11:00, even though I don't have work until 2:30, but I'm still planning on it. I, however, do not know what my hand will be planning tomorrow when it presses the snooze button for two hours straight, but I have slept for about 48 hours in the past four days so I think I can handle it. A big "think" there.
7. I was gonna try to write out 10 paragraphs, but then I got sucked into the fad diets article on the Yahoo! main page. Now I'm contemplating whether to try the Cabbage Soup, Apple Cider Vinegar or Maple Syrup Diet. Oh the possibilities!
2. Thriller just came on. WHERE ARE MEGAN AND KERI WHEN I NEED THEM.
3. I've been sick for the past few days, from Sunday-Wednesday, but it's finally over. The one part that I have no problem with being sick? The losing of the weight part. I lost about five pounds over those few days, and I plan on keeping them off, no matter how unfeasible that may seem. I totally needed something like this to jumpstart my diet, and here it was, handed to me practically on a platter because of the unexplainable and weird sickness I get after I do a certain thing. I have to get this checked out. But really, maybe I should do this certain thing more often. It's doing wonders for my figure.
4. On Sunday I'm going with my Dad to the bar near my house to watch the Bears kick Seattle's ass in the second round of the play-offs. Well it's $40 all you can drink and eat, so I'll either be drunk and elated, or drunk and crying on my dad's shoulder. Let's all hope for the former. But really, come on Bears. More importantly COME ON REX GROSSMAN. Please please please let the good Rex come out Sunday. For your sake, and for the city of Chicago's sake. We will never forgive you if you fuck this up for us. At least I won't and I KNOW you don't want that on your conscious for the rest of your life.
5. I paid my first student loan today. $140 down, only $498,745.12 to go.
6. I never ended up getting my hair cut Saturday because who knew every salon closed before 4 pm on Saturdays, but I really am tomorrow. It requires me getting up at 11:00, even though I don't have work until 2:30, but I'm still planning on it. I, however, do not know what my hand will be planning tomorrow when it presses the snooze button for two hours straight, but I have slept for about 48 hours in the past four days so I think I can handle it. A big "think" there.
7. I was gonna try to write out 10 paragraphs, but then I got sucked into the fad diets article on the Yahoo! main page. Now I'm contemplating whether to try the Cabbage Soup, Apple Cider Vinegar or Maple Syrup Diet. Oh the possibilities!
Friday, January 05, 2007
I Will Grow My Own Private Branch Of The Tree
J.P and I saw the Raconteurs at the Riviera Theatre last Saturday, the 30th. Best concert ever? Might be. (As long as I'm not counting the first time I saw Bobbdy D, Neil Young or Rufus Wainwright). Best concert ever that I went to with my brother though? Definitely. They opened with my favorite song on the record, Intimate Secretary and it was awesome. I realize how astounding that must sound that I used the word "awesome" to describe it, but it really was. Plus I can't think of a better word to use. But really, Jack White is a beast on the guitar. The Raconteurs, see 'em if you get the chance. Preferably with your brother. And then go out to eat at a Mexican restuarant. Then take the train home and discover that the driver's side window on your car has been smashed in and the cd player/ radio has been taken. It wouldn't be a complete night without that ending. The driver's side window didn't even work anyways, it hasn't rolled down for 4 months, so we needed to get it fixed anyways. Take that, car-smasher-inners.
New Year's Eve was pretty fun. I didn't get to wear my new dress because Diana's grandma isn't done tailoring it, but no one was really dressed up anyways. We watched the Bears lose to fucking Green Bay (please leave Brett Farve) and then pretty much danced until 6:00 am. And I took about 300 pictures, but I'm too lazy how to figure out how to get them on my computer. Some day, maybe. Happy 2007, bitches.
Keri convinced me to get my hair cut so later today I'm getting some sideswept bangs and long layers put in. Which I will hate 3 hours later. Yet I'm still doing it to myself, I have no idea why. She tried to get me to get a dyke haircut, like she had a few years ago, but I said "no, because I am not a dyke like you were eight years ago." Keri, give it up already - the dyke haircut was never cool. It just made you look dykey.
New Year's Resolutions:
1. Lose 30 pounds. I originally had 50 pounds to lose to not lie on my liscense anymore, now it's down to 30. I will do this by June 1st. I have no idea how because I still can't even bring myself to get on the treadmill for an hour, and drink too much, but it will be mine, oh yes, it will be mine.
2. Get a new job before I go postal (UPS-al?) and shoot eveybody who comes into this store.
3. Get a car so I don't have to ask my fucking mom everytime I want to use it. Goddamnit JUST LET ME USE IT ONCE IN AWHILE. My hands are balled up in fists right now as I type that because jesus christ, she drives me insane. Yes, it is possible to type while your hands are in fists. I got your proof right here.
4. Move out of the house. See above.
5. Find a boyfriend, get married and have a baby. Everyone's invited.
Oh man, I did a bad thing last night. I started telling my sister, but had to hang up because someone was coming into the store. She ended the conversation with "I'm not happy with you." I am about to get a reaming, kids. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. Wish me luck getting my haircut. And being a a confined space with my sister. I'm gonna need it.
New Year's Eve was pretty fun. I didn't get to wear my new dress because Diana's grandma isn't done tailoring it, but no one was really dressed up anyways. We watched the Bears lose to fucking Green Bay (please leave Brett Farve) and then pretty much danced until 6:00 am. And I took about 300 pictures, but I'm too lazy how to figure out how to get them on my computer. Some day, maybe. Happy 2007, bitches.
Keri convinced me to get my hair cut so later today I'm getting some sideswept bangs and long layers put in. Which I will hate 3 hours later. Yet I'm still doing it to myself, I have no idea why. She tried to get me to get a dyke haircut, like she had a few years ago, but I said "no, because I am not a dyke like you were eight years ago." Keri, give it up already - the dyke haircut was never cool. It just made you look dykey.
New Year's Resolutions:
1. Lose 30 pounds. I originally had 50 pounds to lose to not lie on my liscense anymore, now it's down to 30. I will do this by June 1st. I have no idea how because I still can't even bring myself to get on the treadmill for an hour, and drink too much, but it will be mine, oh yes, it will be mine.
2. Get a new job before I go postal (UPS-al?) and shoot eveybody who comes into this store.
3. Get a car so I don't have to ask my fucking mom everytime I want to use it. Goddamnit JUST LET ME USE IT ONCE IN AWHILE. My hands are balled up in fists right now as I type that because jesus christ, she drives me insane. Yes, it is possible to type while your hands are in fists. I got your proof right here.
4. Move out of the house. See above.
5. Find a boyfriend, get married and have a baby. Everyone's invited.
Oh man, I did a bad thing last night. I started telling my sister, but had to hang up because someone was coming into the store. She ended the conversation with "I'm not happy with you." I am about to get a reaming, kids. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. Wish me luck getting my haircut. And being a a confined space with my sister. I'm gonna need it.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Aaaaaaaaaaaand Scene
Background information: My mom made french onion dip on Christmas Eve for our Very Cosby Christmas. She also made waffles on Christmas morning. I had some of what I thought was the leftover dip on Christmas evening.
Keri: I want some of that french onion dip.
Me: It's in the orange container in the fridge, I just had some.
Keri: No, it's in this clear container.
Me: No it's not, I just ate some out of the orange container.
Keri opens clear container, which is clearing containing the leftover dip.
Me: What the fuck was I eating then? It didn't taste the best, but I ate it for at least five minutes.
Keri: I think it's waffle batter.
I run upstairs to ask my mom.
Me: Mom, what is this stuff?
Mom: Waffle batter.
Me: I JUST ATE SOME OF THAT WITH CHIPS THINKING IT WAS THE FRENCH ONION DIP.
Dad: You'll be puking later, it had raw eggs in it.
Fast forward to 8:00 am this morning: I puke my brains out. I puke out waffle batter. FUCKING WAFFLE BATTER. Goddamnit, HOW DID I GET THE TWO CONFUSED. I have to stop thinking about it or I'm going to throw up again.
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I got J.P tickets for me and him to see the Raconteurs at the Riviera Theatre on December 30th for his birthday/Christmas. When he came home Saturday, I realized I didn't know where I had put the tickets that had just arrived in the mail Wednesday. I was going crazy looking for them in my room, on my mom's desk and all over the house. As a last resort I looked in our paper recycling bin, and there they were. IN THE GODDAMN GARBAGE. Had it been a Tuesday, they would have been outside in the garbage can and gone forever. I am so very, very lucky. And so very, very goddamn stupid.
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I got a digital camera for Christmas. It was a total surpise! I had no idea I was getting it! And it is the most awesome thing ever. I also got a hair straightener from J.P, the Disney animated movie Robin Hood (jealous Bill?) from my Seeeeestor and a few other things, but those are the winners right there. It was a very good Christmas.
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Keri and I were running around getting my mom and dad stocking stuffers a few days before Christmas and went to Sports Authority to get my dad a Bears division winners t-shirt. It said $20 on it, but when the girl rang it up, she said "$2.67."Me and Keri were confused but weren't gonna fight the awesome price. We totally thought we got a good deal, or more likely that the computer scanner thing just fucked up the price. So my dad opens it on Christmas and goes, "Oh, nice.....it's from last year." It's from when the Bears were divison champs last fucking year. And of course it was the first thing he noticed. The most observant people Keri and I are not.
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The best song in the entire fucking world, don't even try to fight it: I Got the Blues by the Rolling Stones.
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I've learned that I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't so I gotta take what I can get when it comes my way. I'm never going to get married if this awesome trend continues.
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My new diet is called "Drink Too Much Coffee Until You Feel Sick and The Thought of Food Makes You Want to Throw Up" and has been working out quite nicely this past week. Or maybe I should just eat waffle batter more often. Between the two of them I can't even imagine how I'm going to go to the bar and drink tonight, but where there's a will there's a way. Or rather when there's a Miller Lite I can't turn it down. Katie: Creating Custom Sayings For Every Occasion.
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Last thing in this novel: As forementioned, (is that one word? I have no idea) we had a Very Cosby Christmas on Christmas Eve which entailed drinking at the bar for the Bears game, sweet Christmas sweaters and hats, a turkey dinner, drinking and dancing to Christmas songs (I love you Mariah!) and then me ditching them to go to the bar. I am the most unphotogenic person in the entire world (seriously - you should see the rest of the pictures I'm in - but you won't), but here's everyone: Cliff, Claire, Theo, Denise and Rudy (Sondra and Vanessa were busy) in our Cosby Family Portrait. Ok, this thing is stupid and I can't get the picture to show up on here, plus my fingers are frostbitten, so I'll leave you all in suspense. We all look like retards though. I never say that word, but really that is the only word that comes to mind when I look at the pictures. A Very Retarded Cosby Christmas. I ain't politically correct, bitches.
Keri: I want some of that french onion dip.
Me: It's in the orange container in the fridge, I just had some.
Keri: No, it's in this clear container.
Me: No it's not, I just ate some out of the orange container.
Keri opens clear container, which is clearing containing the leftover dip.
Me: What the fuck was I eating then? It didn't taste the best, but I ate it for at least five minutes.
Keri: I think it's waffle batter.
I run upstairs to ask my mom.
Me: Mom, what is this stuff?
Mom: Waffle batter.
Me: I JUST ATE SOME OF THAT WITH CHIPS THINKING IT WAS THE FRENCH ONION DIP.
Dad: You'll be puking later, it had raw eggs in it.
Fast forward to 8:00 am this morning: I puke my brains out. I puke out waffle batter. FUCKING WAFFLE BATTER. Goddamnit, HOW DID I GET THE TWO CONFUSED. I have to stop thinking about it or I'm going to throw up again.
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I got J.P tickets for me and him to see the Raconteurs at the Riviera Theatre on December 30th for his birthday/Christmas. When he came home Saturday, I realized I didn't know where I had put the tickets that had just arrived in the mail Wednesday. I was going crazy looking for them in my room, on my mom's desk and all over the house. As a last resort I looked in our paper recycling bin, and there they were. IN THE GODDAMN GARBAGE. Had it been a Tuesday, they would have been outside in the garbage can and gone forever. I am so very, very lucky. And so very, very goddamn stupid.
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I got a digital camera for Christmas. It was a total surpise! I had no idea I was getting it! And it is the most awesome thing ever. I also got a hair straightener from J.P, the Disney animated movie Robin Hood (jealous Bill?) from my Seeeeestor and a few other things, but those are the winners right there. It was a very good Christmas.
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Keri and I were running around getting my mom and dad stocking stuffers a few days before Christmas and went to Sports Authority to get my dad a Bears division winners t-shirt. It said $20 on it, but when the girl rang it up, she said "$2.67."Me and Keri were confused but weren't gonna fight the awesome price. We totally thought we got a good deal, or more likely that the computer scanner thing just fucked up the price. So my dad opens it on Christmas and goes, "Oh, nice.....it's from last year." It's from when the Bears were divison champs last fucking year. And of course it was the first thing he noticed. The most observant people Keri and I are not.
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The best song in the entire fucking world, don't even try to fight it: I Got the Blues by the Rolling Stones.
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I've learned that I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't so I gotta take what I can get when it comes my way. I'm never going to get married if this awesome trend continues.
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My new diet is called "Drink Too Much Coffee Until You Feel Sick and The Thought of Food Makes You Want to Throw Up" and has been working out quite nicely this past week. Or maybe I should just eat waffle batter more often. Between the two of them I can't even imagine how I'm going to go to the bar and drink tonight, but where there's a will there's a way. Or rather when there's a Miller Lite I can't turn it down. Katie: Creating Custom Sayings For Every Occasion.
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Last thing in this novel: As forementioned, (is that one word? I have no idea) we had a Very Cosby Christmas on Christmas Eve which entailed drinking at the bar for the Bears game, sweet Christmas sweaters and hats, a turkey dinner, drinking and dancing to Christmas songs (I love you Mariah!) and then me ditching them to go to the bar. I am the most unphotogenic person in the entire world (seriously - you should see the rest of the pictures I'm in - but you won't), but here's everyone: Cliff, Claire, Theo, Denise and Rudy (Sondra and Vanessa were busy) in our Cosby Family Portrait. Ok, this thing is stupid and I can't get the picture to show up on here, plus my fingers are frostbitten, so I'll leave you all in suspense. We all look like retards though. I never say that word, but really that is the only word that comes to mind when I look at the pictures. A Very Retarded Cosby Christmas. I ain't politically correct, bitches.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
My Dreams Is Fading Down the Railway Line
Good Rex, is that you? Could it be? Thanks for making an appearance every five games or so. Fuck yeah bitches, 11-2: what you gonna say about da Bears now. Devin Hester, you are all that is man. Miami, here we come.
At work we exchanged gifts today and I got Let It Bleed and Sticky Fingers by the Stones. My Christmas is complete. At least until I get my digital camera from my parents.
Work is actually busy now and it sucks. I get annoyed just that much easier now with customers because I've told myself since May I would NEVER be there come Christmas for the busy season, and yet here I am. WHY AM I SO GODDAMN LAZY. Jesus christ, January 1st I'm making a fucking resume, no matter how hungover I am.
Lesson learned: you can let a guy give you a ride home and make out with him in front of your house for half an hour, but when you meet him the next day, he'll be enraptured with your skinny-ass bitch best friend if you bring her out with you. Never, ever again.
Mom: It's so nice talking to you when you're not crabby.
Me: It's just cause I'm drunk right now.
Mom: I knew there had to be a reason.
Chicago Bears vs San Diego Chargers on February 4th. I'm taking bets now.
At work we exchanged gifts today and I got Let It Bleed and Sticky Fingers by the Stones. My Christmas is complete. At least until I get my digital camera from my parents.
Work is actually busy now and it sucks. I get annoyed just that much easier now with customers because I've told myself since May I would NEVER be there come Christmas for the busy season, and yet here I am. WHY AM I SO GODDAMN LAZY. Jesus christ, January 1st I'm making a fucking resume, no matter how hungover I am.
Lesson learned: you can let a guy give you a ride home and make out with him in front of your house for half an hour, but when you meet him the next day, he'll be enraptured with your skinny-ass bitch best friend if you bring her out with you. Never, ever again.
Mom: It's so nice talking to you when you're not crabby.
Me: It's just cause I'm drunk right now.
Mom: I knew there had to be a reason.
Chicago Bears vs San Diego Chargers on February 4th. I'm taking bets now.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Two Memos
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.
I totally had my ringtone "Rock the Casbah" way before that commercial came out.
That is all.
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.
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