telephonication

On Friday, after waking up at 1PM, Tristan, Devin, and I went out for lunch after lazing around in our pajamas. Before leaving, we decided to take Sam out for a walk, and upon doing so, we came across a beautiful $20 bill, half buried by leaves in the storm drain. We debated using gum and sticks to retrieve it. In the end, Tristan took off his shoes and lowered himself into the drain to pick it up with his toes. He has a habit of creating memories for others of him going into places where no one wants to go to retrieve things. He's pretty great at that, since he can slink, sneak, and crawl very well. He's small.

Hours later, we found Street Fighter IV and Skate 2 available for rental. At the same time. Also, a beautiful Vault Boy lunchbox.

So we bought a scratch off cause we'd been pretty lucky that day and the guy at the video store told himself it'd be a good idea.

What a terrible way to waste $5.

I feel like I need a place to store some of the beautiful things that my coworker and her friends say.

"He tryin-ta be a gentlemen, buying me a camera and all that, but he ain't got no gentlemen pockets. It's whatevuh."

"When you see me, you'd better hope I got me some Jesus."

"They be tellin' me in church that ghosts can come and get me. But they don't know that ghosts gonna be getting the ones that look worse than you. They definitely ain't getting me.

After reading something so utterly romantic, it brought tears to my eyes, I turned in bed and saw Devin sleeping next to me. I poked him and we had the following conversation:

"Hey, I love you."
"Mmmhmmfffmm"
"Does that mean you love me, too?"
"Mhmm"
"Hey, Dev?"
"Hmm"
"Marry me?"
"Mhmm"

I'm SO getting hitched, now. He's drooling on the pillow, I think. Well, it is 5:30AM.

You know The Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks? The one that gives you instructions for every possible occurrence on the chance that there is a Sonalum outbreak, wreaking zombie havoc on our communities? Yeah, that one.

My boyfriend picks out furniture, modes of transportation, and possibly even clothing with the impending outbreak on his mind. Max Brooks has forever changed how we see bicycles, baseball bats, and the common household machete.

We evaluate everything we own as a possible weapon critiquing it based on this Zombie Preparedness Initiative requirements list.

1. Ease of Carry
2. Sturdiness & Repairability
3. Area of Attack
4. Damage Type
5. Skill & Strength Requirements
6. Availability of Amunition
7. Speed of Rebound

Now it may be that we only mention this every once in a while, but I'm pretty sure that we both do it. Not just for zombies, either.

Werewolves, too.

I went to Dunkin Donuts this morning to pick up a bagel for breakfast. The guy there remembered me from going there once, at 2am. But the amazing thing was that the place was filled with people waiting in line, and he was taking all of their orders, remembering them exactly, and knowing already what his regulars were going to order. He made that line move so quickly! There were three people preparing everything he said while he read off the orders in his head, counting off the people in line, in two different languages. The only time he stopped was to ask a guy who just came in, "Hot or cold?" in reference to his coffee. After that, he needed no further instruction.

That's the only time I've ever actively tipped at a Dunkin Donuts instead of just putting my change into the tip jar. I'm amazed by him and his ability to remember so many people's orders at once, while being so polite and friendly.

It is now my plan to become a regular there. He will always remember a cinnamon raisin bagel, toasted, with cream cheese. And an orange juice.

There's this girl on campus that wears thigh high neon pink and yellow stiletto heeled boots, I think she has a few pairs, over her really tight jeans. She walks with a rigid torso, tightly wrapped in black fabrics, but sticking her butt out at weird angles, I think to make it look bigger, and her steps are staccato and uncomfortable.

Here I am, obnoxiously comfortable in sneakers, jeans, and a sweater, and she's limping around campus. How can she concentrate on her classes when she's that uncomfortable? And it's not just an assumption, because I'm comfortable in heels, but she looks pained. I don't even wear dresses during the week in fears that it will distract me from my schoolwork, even though I love them. I'd just rather wear my pajamas to class, than my dress with boots.

She looks as though when she gets home, she takes off her clothes, straightens her body up for a second before slumping over the couch to watch reruns of Golden Girls. Or Pimp My Ride.

I think I'm going to start updating more frequently. I love writing about nonsense that happens during the day. I should do it more often.

It's been so long since I've posted something like this. Well, it's been a long time since I've posted at all. I kind of want to know what you all would say.

And to maintain the habit of never just posting one thing and keeping it at that, I'd like to announce that because of an ear infection that escalated to something nearly tragic, causing me to miss an entire week of classes, I woke up this morning to realize that it would be my first exam in biology. I thought there wouldn't be a problem as long as I reviewed a bit and then gave my professor the notes from the doctors explaining that I was deafened for 10 days, and knocked out for maybe a total of 3 days. Only problem was that he didn't give me a chance to, and he was in a really bitchy mood, and I counted how many questions I definitely got right (as I always do, and nearly always say, "I know I scored at least 92" or something like that), and I'm lucky with a 40/100.

Here's to damaged GPAs! And I was at 3.758. Fuck everything. Or not.. I'm not as upset as I should be.

( 35 questions )

On Saturday, I went on a scavenger hunt in the Natural History Museum. It was tons of fun, and for proof, I have a picture of Leonard Nimoy and taxidermied animals. I was having way too much fun solving puzzles and speed-walking and laughing to take more pictures, and after the hunt, walking around and looking at more things got me way too exhausted. But I'll definitely do that again.

( A few pictures )

I haven't been able to sleep for ages.

At 4AM, I left my room to meet my mother in the living room where we giggled for a while until she told me she was hungry. I heated up dinner that she missed because she was too busy being sick and swooning over leftover lasagna. We're over the lasagna! We're on breaded chicken breast, rice, and a salad that I don't feel like describing anymore but that comes with an awesome raspberry vinaigrette dressing that I made and can't get enough of (I totally dip my bananas in it and everything). Then we stayed up watching Stick It, which I, for some reason, adore. And then I made chocolate chip cookies cause my mom pouted about how she wasn't getting enough milk. It's code for, "pls cookie time?" in my house.

Then at 11AM, my brother and father were hungry and my mother was snoring. So I made blueberry muffins; scrambled eggs with tomato, red onion (I used all the white), and green pepper; hot chocolate; coffee; and hot sweet breads. And buttered toast, but whatever. Somehow, it's all gone.

Now it's 1:30PM and I'm still exhausted, but now there's nothing to cook. I have to wait until 4PM to start cooking again. And I stupidly decided yesterday to take out the ingredients I needed for the simplest thing. So I have nothing really to distract me. I only section a chicken, chop some greens, slice up some onion and other assorted vegetables, and throw it all in a pot. And then forget about it until something smells delicious. Annnd then burn my mouth to bits and pieces of firey owww-ness because it smells too good to wait.

Bleh. I need a new hobby. Although I am loving the fact that this hobby may pay off when someone decides to sleep over or come for dinner. I mean, my brother's friends come over in the mornings for a ride to school and they always grab some breakfast because they know I haven't slept, and when I haven't slept, I make diner-like breakfasts. Well, they also come by in the evenings and serve themselves dinner. So I guess my hobby is serving a purpose?

I NEED TO SLEEP DAMNIT. At this rate, I'll have to go grocery shopping four times a week. I'm already out of mushrooms, and I don't remember eating any of them.

It bothers me when people use BC and AD instead of BCE and CE.

I saw Juno and thought it was great. I was trying not to sing along with the music the entire time. Kimya did an awesome job.

And I really want to start baking.

Just thought I'd let you know.

I just got back from my World Lit class where the professor had the mediocre essay writers run laps around the hall chanting, "Dr. Evans told us so!" while the exceptional essay writers, four including myself, left early.

More to come later.

So I used to have Big Brat by Phantom Planet as my ring tone, a while ago, and it was just this eruption of loudness that came from my phone whenever someone called. I'd be reading, quietly, and out of nowhere, a "THIS IS SO LOUD YOU WILL SHIT YOUR PANTS" sound would make me shit my pants. Not really, though. Now, whenever I hear that song, I get panicked and check for accidents. After that, it was only a rare moment when I'd actually have a ring tone, cause songs are definitely ruined that way.

Note: The Violent Femmes are so much better live than in their recordings. And that's definitely not to say that their recordings are bad. The concert was awesome and I don't think I've ever had that much fun at a show, before. And Gordon is really short.

It really weirds me out to think that Harry Potter is really 27 years old. And by really, I mean fictionally. I might add that it also weirds me out that there is no such thing as Hogwarts.

Man, that last sentence took a lot of strength to say.

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WHAT

When I was younger, I wanted to be a doctor. Or a writer. Or something remotely respectable. And now, I see that this isn't even a distinct possibility.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm even in school. I think it's because college just seemed like the next step from high school. I wasn't satisfied with what I had there, so I just followed everyone else. But, really, I'm beginning to think it was a mistake. It's only just begun, but I'm already feeling completely out of place. I do well, but I'm not sure I like it as much as I put on. I like learning, but I could do that on my own. Or I could drop out and just sit in on lessons. I don't know what I'm going to do with my degree. What the fuck kind of degree would I get, anyway?

Part of me really wants to live off the fatta the lan' and raise bunnies and sit in the grass, all day, listening to music and singing to the sky. But with no one there. I realized that I can't do anything I like when someone's there. I bet Tristan's kind of disappointed in me. I've become a bit of a recluse. I even find myself running from Devin. Well, I let him run from me and I struggle not to chase after him. But I guess this is what I want? I really wish the world didn't have as many rules as it does. They make me look and feel like a jackass.

I want to live in an open bit of the woods with green, green grass. And I can eat strawberries and watermelon and pet my dog and walk in my yard, barefoot. And I can hang the clothes on the line and not have to answer to anyone, or do anything I didn't want to do. I wouldn't have to worry if I ended my sentences in prepositions, what a preposition is, how many times I've repeated myself, if my hair is messy, if I'm too ugly, or if my shoes are out of season. I don't even have to wear shoes! I wish I knew how to play the harmonica. And I wish I could speak to animals. We'd have tea, or something.

So my mother and I went out for breakfast this morning. The girl who was our waitress kept staring at me and smiling. She had a cute haircut. Kind of like a little blonde boy, but with a little tuft/poof in the front and it was more spunky and girly than any little boy would have. Catie from America's Next Top Model (for those of you losers that watch it). She was kind of awkward and my mother was really confused. Just the way she was acting was a little unsettling. When she left, my mother asked if she was checking me out, and I laughed and shrugged.

When she came back with the food, she left a napkin on the side of my plate, kind of under it, and looked at me and then the napkin, smiled, and left. I was all, "Yah okay whatever weirdo". When I finished eating, I reached for the napkin to wipe my mouth, and there was her phone number. Stephanie. Ahahahahah.

My mom gave me a high five after we left.

To be fair, I dressed in a wifebeater, cargo pants, converse sneakers, and a hoodie today. Whenever I wear those things, I walk like a boy, with my hands in my pockets. I was also carrying a book on feminism and a psychosexual thriller (I was going to mail them in to BookMooch and didn't have envelopes and didn't want to leave them in the car to get all sundamaged because I am an extremely sexual person). I looked like I wanted some tail, I guess!







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Also, I'm now registered to vote. This was a good day.

I'm redoing my mission101 list.

Some of the things it includes:
- Write all confessions on a piece of paper and let it go in the wind
- Stand in the rain until my clothes are heavier than the rest of me
- Jump off of a cliff into the ocean
- Stuff a short story into a bottle and release it into the ocean
- Take part in some form of guerilla art
- Participate in the '26 Things' photography project
- Release a balloon filled with sequins into the air so that when the balloon pops, sequins will rain down on some random spot on the earth


What will any of this accomplish? Nothing at all. A more lavish goal is to go on a cruise with my boyfriend in time to celebrate an anniversary somewhere more beautiful than my living room couch, but that's probably far from now. But I'm very pleased with how the list is looking thus far.