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22 September 2006 @ 09:17 am
I have developed a new mantra:

I will not dye my hair.
I will not buy a coat.
I will not smoke.

My hilarious sister left me notes with this scrawled on it, everywhere! On top of my alarm clock, wrapped around my car keys, in my coffee cup, in my hoodie pocket, in my wallet...thank you sister. Let's add one more to that list: I will not remind mother I smoke. The whole morning was spent telling discovery channel special kind of stories about people and their lung cancer or making jokes about the rain putting out my cigarette and smoke getting in her eyes. Mama is not pleased.

But wheeeeee....I get to see the Rasmus tonight!
18 September 2006 @ 01:47 pm
I’ve been working on our template all morning and have reached our most challenging program year and am therefore at a stalemate. Taking a little brain break to check the friends list, mem what I want to come back to, check the email and-score! They've changed our retreat to a place in the city, a 12 minute walk from the train rather than out in Evanston. Wow, a decision that makes sense for all involved, whudathunk it?
Current Music: Josh humming the mash theme
12 September 2006 @ 08:06 pm
My grandpa just died. On my Daddy's birthday. Sucky. We're sad.
10 September 2006 @ 05:26 pm
Tis time to put the tank tops to bed for the winter and pull out my lovely fall clothes. It's been so long since I've gotten to see them. And oh, do they smell fresh. I can still smell the lavender fabric softener I used, mmmm...I'm oh so happy. My closet is happy and all is right with the world.
Current Music: Muse-Knights of Cydonia
06 September 2006 @ 09:15 am
It’s been one of those mornings. Spilled foundation on my shirt, wiped it off as best I could and thought the vest will cover it. Ate strawberries for breakfast and dropped one on my shirt, it left a nice red pink stain at which point I decided to throw in the towel and change.

So I was already aggravated but then Mom starts to prattle on and it just irks me. Everything with her is “god wouldn’t do that” or “have you talked to god yet?” I get so tired of hearing that, you can’t ask her for advice or a problem because her answer is invariably “Trust it in God’s hands, he’ll help you figure it out.” Get off it. She talks like some loopy fanatic. When I was younger she tried to get me to read some stupid book about the Christian life and how the devil is everywhere and we must guard against it, so out there. Of late the statement has been “why is my sister so evil?” Evil, not rotten or bitchy or stupid or mean but evil-like she’s possessed by something that makes her so foul and the sad/funny/scary thing is, she actually believes it. And above that she says she can sense people; that she can tell when people have an evilness about them, that’s what she says: her sister has an evilness about her. Of course she can’t say the word evil like a normal person, she says it how she says all cuss words: weird. She can’t just say Oh fuck, she in fact hardly ever says it and when she does she sucks the last syllable back in so that it’s all stilted and wrong. It drives me up the wall. Since Grandpa has been dying she went up there and she’s been “praying” with him and at one point she even had all her sisters praying with them. But Aunt Peg has told her she shouldn’t do it cuz Grandpa doesn’t like it which sent mom into paroxysms of loathing. How can I blame them, she’s as nuts as can be and even though it hurts her I can’t help but be on their side on this one. When she starts talking about how wonderful church was or how blah blah blah she says now I know you don’t like hearing about this but…yammer yammer anyway. She’s a kook!

Coworker arrived so now I’m off to work-ish.
05 September 2006 @ 04:13 pm
"You were almost about to use tape, it made me nauseous."-Christie

As I was wrapping the shower present to Jess and Aaron I began to put ribbon on the package and in my proven ineptitude I was removed from bow detail. I will be paying her to bow my christmas gifts cuz we all remember the stick on bow fiasco.
Current Music: placebo - infra red
04 September 2006 @ 06:02 pm
I would also like to draw attention to the fact that the Crocodile Hunter got killed by a sting ray on one of his ridiculous animal escapades. Since that is pretty much as funny as it gets, I would like to remind you all that I want to die by t-rex...start working on it.
04 September 2006 @ 05:59 pm
Bummed around on saturday with Ewa...viva la woodfield! Got a Bebe top on killer clearance. Went shopping with Christie that night-got dad his birthday gift and some random other stuff. Sunday daddy and I got up early! early! early! We went fishing!! We did not catch a single thing. But the morning was beautiful, the mist floating over the water and catching the slanting sun rays was breathtaking. Got home to get ready for grandma's 80th birthday. Took her out to celebrate, she was loopy and the cake Aunt Peggy made tasted horrid. Mom said that the recipe she made (some graham cracker thingy)isn't normally fantastic but that woman canNOT cook. Dad and I left, fast, off to errands. I got a new pair of converse - black with a hot pink stripe, pretty pretty. Moved the new fridge in. Changed the door handle and put it on, realized we effed it up so we took it apart. Then we put it back together only to screw up a second time, so I again took it apart, tried a third time then called in reinforcements. Made me very sad. Very very very sad. Grilled tasty chicken and tomatoes for dinner-I'm a goooood cook. Cut my hair, it's happier with all the split ends gone. Grocery shopping, panera and stuff today. Still can't look at that damn fridge. And, I still have one more day of sleeping in tomorrow! Wheeeee!
01 September 2006 @ 11:40 am
Met up with Shivu, Josh, Ishani and Alicia up at Gameworks last night. I had never been there before which is kinda surprising considering I have a near permanent residence in woodfield. We played all kinds of games-this hot air balloon thing where you bounced up and down, tons of air hockey (Josh killed us at that), this snowboarding thing-that was hellafun but the best of all was DDR!!!! I haven’t played it since Matt brought one to me for college graduation over 2 years ago. It wasn’t quite as fun as those first times in Adam’s room spazzing wildly playing but it was still good times. Ishani and I totally sucked at it and at one point there were 3 of us doing one pad and we still couldn’t get a decent score. But, we had FUN! I’ve got a couple pics on my camera from it which I hafta upload, particularly cuz Ishu’s wearing MY shirt! Well, it isn’t really my shirt but it did live in my closet for a long while in the dorms, mainly because I stole it from Shivangi all the time. Looks a helluva lot better on her anyway, skinny little teenager.
31 August 2006 @ 07:13 pm
I'm excited about tonight but dreading tomorrow. Going up to gameworks to hang with Shivu and co. but it's gonna be late and I know tomorrow will be rough. Perhaps I'm just mixed up.

We saw granpda today and he looks more like death every moment. They're (my aunts and the attorneys and hospice people) are pow-wowing this evening to determine what to take out, what to leave in. I hate waiting and I can't imagine anything worse than waiting for someone to die. At least I don't care so much, I don't even want to think about when I have to watch someone die whose death is more sad and not so much of a "phew, finally" thing. He looks so miserable, I keep thinking I want to explode at 60....forget all this infirmary.
And then to top it all off coworker guy came in tonight covered in hickeys. And the idea that he has someone to give them made a little tug in my stomach. I didn't think I cared. I had chosen to not care anymore. Why does it make my eyes sting and my head get all wibbly?

To top it all off, I'm having a fat day. I know I've been eating crap again lately but yeesh, none of my pants fit today. I brought leftover pizza for dinner but maybe I'll have a walk instead. Diet coke for dinner anyone?
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative