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la_belle_laideMy Mom came home late last night after being really sick in the hospital. I saw her this morning, though, before she left to go back to the hospital, and she looked good and said she felt much better. I have to take my Gran shopping and all of this other stuff today (I took the day off work) so I'm just waiting for Gran to get up and tell me she's ready to go.
I guess I just feel, more than bored, kinda needy for some reason. I think everyone goes through phases like that once in a while. Like, "Hey! Over here! I'm existing over here, damnit people! Pay attention when I exist!" I felt a little better after a long telephone chat with one of my girl friends last night, which is odd, because I usually hate talking on the phone. But with a select few friends, I can have fun talking on the phone.
But I still feel the need to ramble.
The UPS guy is going to kill me and bury me in his back yard.
That's right. See, the first day when I came home from Florida, he showed up on the block with a big delivery: my Mom's new computer. My parents were still in FL at the time and I figured I'd just better go and get the delivery, and this way they'd have a nice surprise when they came home. So I went to get it and the UPS guy insisted on bringing it up the stairs into their house, even though it was really light and I could have handled the entire thing. Please, I carry heavier stuff than that at work all the time. But he sort of edged me aside and came up the stairs. Once in my parents' house, he started looking all around. As I was signing the thing, he said, "Were you away for a while?" First of all I get creeped out just as soon as people start looking around, and the fact that he'd noticed that pretty much everyone on the block was away ("on the block" includes myself, my parents, my Grandma, and my cousins--my cousins, however, were home,) a little alarm went off. I told him, "Yes, but everyone's back now." Then he took another look around and said, "Where are your dogs?" (Background: when I go to work, my dogs are with my parents. When someone comes to the door--UPS guy for example--the dogs go freaking nuts.) I told him, "My Dad went to pick them up just now." Which wasn't true, of course.
So Monday my Mom and Dad had to go, I forgot where, and lo and behold I see the UPS guy drive down the block again. He started going to my parents' door, so I said, "What the hell, I'd better go and get the package." I had just come home from (somewhere?) and the dogs were still there. As usual, both of the dogs were going crazy and I had to lock them both behind the gate in my parents' house. Both dogs here, snarling and snapping through the gates; They annoy me, but I have to admit that they look impressive when they do that. They really hate strangers. I signed for my Mom's delivery and the UPS guy looked at the dogs and said, "I guess I can't sneak up on you, huh?" I told him, "No, I guess you can't." And closed the door. Now, why would you want to sneak up on me?
And then yesterday he drove down the block, looked in my window, then turned around and left.
If I disappear, the UPS guy probably did it. ;)
I had this series of really bizarre dreams last night. It started out where I was at my friend Tricia's house and we were playing DDR. Her daughter, Lyndsey, was walking around giving everyone necklaces made out of cat hair. They she started pretending she was a cat, and then she turned into one. In the dream, this was perfectly normal behavior. Tricia and I just thought it was funny. So in DDR, this really, super fast song came on and the arrows were flying everywhere. I mean, insane, like it wouldn't be possible in real life. As I was dancing around, I was saying, "This is nearly impossible unless you have eight legs. I'm not a spider!" But I somehow won anyway, and the prize was a hidden song by the Foo Fighters. And then I left Tricia's house to go home.
It was nighttime, and I found myself walking through a parking lot in the bad part of town with a digital video camera in the pocket of my coat. This really tall guy who looked like the UPS guy, only older, started following me. He called out, "Hey, do you want me to carry that expensive camera to your car for you?" Then I got really excited because I sort of wanted someone to mess with me. I said, "Why don't you come over here and try to take it from me?!" And I started doing these crescent kicks and snap kicks from Kung Fu. This other guy walked by and told tall, older UPS guy, "Man, just forget it. She's crazy!" And then tall, older UPS guy yelled to me, "Maybe I should just make you one of my hos!" I yelled back, "You're too stupid to have any hos! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT A HO IS!" And I was just burning with adrenaline, ready to chase him out of the parking lot.
Then I got to the car, which was my parents' van, and I got into the passenger seat. My reasoning was that I shouldn't be driving it in the bad weather, so I would just sit in the passenger seat and steer it. Which I did. And then I had to go down this twisty road, and it started to spin out, like that night I was coming home from Kung Fu. Only this time, I did hit the road sign with the tail end of the car. I got out to look at the damage, feeling really bummed for having messed up my parents' car, but there was no damage. So I kept driving.
I ended up at this florist/greenhouse that I like. It was now daytime. I went there to buy a plant, and as I was looking around, I saw Dave Grohl coming towards the greenhouse. I said, "Dave Grohl! Wow! I think I won your song on DDR!" And then I realized that I hadn't just won a hidden song, but a chance to meet the Foo Fighters. Dave Grohl said, "Did you beat DDR?" and I said, "I did! How cool!" He asked me, "Do you have your memory card?" And I told him that I hadn't been using one because I forgot to buy one. Then he told me that in order to win the prize, I had to have saved the game. I said, "Damn!" and walked out of the store.
Then I went to college. My first class was Hawaiian, and I felt fairly confident that I'd do all right in it. Until, that is, I sat down and the teacher introduced himself as this one guy on LJ, that creepy guy I was mentioning last month. Not only that, but on our first day we were having a test on a book that we should have read over the summer just because he thought we would know that he had liked the book. I looked at the person sitting next to me and saw that it was Heywood from GAFF. I asked him, "How the hell were we supposed to read this book over the summer when summer hasn't even come yet? I hate unreasonable people!" And while I was talking, I missed the handout of the test. So I raised my hand and said, "Hey, don't I get to take this test?" Because now I felt like I wanted to, just to show him. I was thinking that my Hawaiian isn't so bad, and I could probably get through at least some of it. So he threw the test to me but wouldn't give me the book, which he had given to everyone else to look things up. I became very indignant and was determined to reply to everything in Hawaiian. But when I opened the booklet I found that it wasn't what I'd had in mind. It was a test of how well we agreed with this guy's opinions. One of the questions I remember was, "White girls dancing Hula: yes or no?" But you couldn't write yes or no, it was multiple choice, and the only choice was "No." Underneath was the question, "What should these bitches be doing instead?" And the only answer avaliable was a picture of a bunch of white ex-Hula dancers in nurses uniforms, scrubbing down naked lepers on a leper colony. I said "To hell with this," and I threw my paper at him and stormed out of the classroom.
And then my alarm clock went off.
I think it's all just because I'm feeling so GRRRR and the only thing I can sometimes think to do is fight about things. Sometimes it feels good to be mad at people. Or maybe it's just me.
Last night, in my boredom, I downloaded a bunch of Nirvana and Alice In Chains videos because I decided I wanted to make a tribute video. The song I picked is one that has a lot of meaning to me, though probably not to anyone else would would like either of these bands. Going through that old footage, though, which I haven't seen in so very many years, just reminded me of how much of a loss both of those boys were. Depressing.
So you know how I was all excited about my banana tree and maypop? Cold hardy and all of that, but probably still a bit delicate? Well I recieved them both today! I mean, really. Last year I bought all of these hardy plants, things I could have planted in early April and stuff, and they didn't send them out until June. This year I get two plants that are usually tropical, and they sent it out to me during an ice storm. Bastards! The ground is going to be frozen for weeks yet, how the hell am I supposed to plant these things? Again I say, GRRR.
I want to smack people. I want a cute guy under my banana tree this summer. I want Peter Returns in my pants. I want a baby. I want the talent to draw what's in my head, or the money to pay people to draw what's in my head. I want to get my book published and everyone to love it so much that they have to make an animated movie of it. I want the Bush Administration to self destruct but not take America or other countries with it. I want to stop being hormonal right now, Pendragon's tail to get better, my family to live forever and my pets too, and for no one to ever get sick or get hurt or go away unless I don't like them. And a million dollars also.
I think that's all fairly reasonable.
I guess I just feel, more than bored, kinda needy for some reason. I think everyone goes through phases like that once in a while. Like, "Hey! Over here! I'm existing over here, damnit people! Pay attention when I exist!" I felt a little better after a long telephone chat with one of my girl friends last night, which is odd, because I usually hate talking on the phone. But with a select few friends, I can have fun talking on the phone.
But I still feel the need to ramble.
The UPS guy is going to kill me and bury me in his back yard.
That's right. See, the first day when I came home from Florida, he showed up on the block with a big delivery: my Mom's new computer. My parents were still in FL at the time and I figured I'd just better go and get the delivery, and this way they'd have a nice surprise when they came home. So I went to get it and the UPS guy insisted on bringing it up the stairs into their house, even though it was really light and I could have handled the entire thing. Please, I carry heavier stuff than that at work all the time. But he sort of edged me aside and came up the stairs. Once in my parents' house, he started looking all around. As I was signing the thing, he said, "Were you away for a while?" First of all I get creeped out just as soon as people start looking around, and the fact that he'd noticed that pretty much everyone on the block was away ("on the block" includes myself, my parents, my Grandma, and my cousins--my cousins, however, were home,) a little alarm went off. I told him, "Yes, but everyone's back now." Then he took another look around and said, "Where are your dogs?" (Background: when I go to work, my dogs are with my parents. When someone comes to the door--UPS guy for example--the dogs go freaking nuts.) I told him, "My Dad went to pick them up just now." Which wasn't true, of course.
So Monday my Mom and Dad had to go, I forgot where, and lo and behold I see the UPS guy drive down the block again. He started going to my parents' door, so I said, "What the hell, I'd better go and get the package." I had just come home from (somewhere?) and the dogs were still there. As usual, both of the dogs were going crazy and I had to lock them both behind the gate in my parents' house. Both dogs here, snarling and snapping through the gates; They annoy me, but I have to admit that they look impressive when they do that. They really hate strangers. I signed for my Mom's delivery and the UPS guy looked at the dogs and said, "I guess I can't sneak up on you, huh?" I told him, "No, I guess you can't." And closed the door. Now, why would you want to sneak up on me?
And then yesterday he drove down the block, looked in my window, then turned around and left.
If I disappear, the UPS guy probably did it. ;)
I had this series of really bizarre dreams last night. It started out where I was at my friend Tricia's house and we were playing DDR. Her daughter, Lyndsey, was walking around giving everyone necklaces made out of cat hair. They she started pretending she was a cat, and then she turned into one. In the dream, this was perfectly normal behavior. Tricia and I just thought it was funny. So in DDR, this really, super fast song came on and the arrows were flying everywhere. I mean, insane, like it wouldn't be possible in real life. As I was dancing around, I was saying, "This is nearly impossible unless you have eight legs. I'm not a spider!" But I somehow won anyway, and the prize was a hidden song by the Foo Fighters. And then I left Tricia's house to go home.
It was nighttime, and I found myself walking through a parking lot in the bad part of town with a digital video camera in the pocket of my coat. This really tall guy who looked like the UPS guy, only older, started following me. He called out, "Hey, do you want me to carry that expensive camera to your car for you?" Then I got really excited because I sort of wanted someone to mess with me. I said, "Why don't you come over here and try to take it from me?!" And I started doing these crescent kicks and snap kicks from Kung Fu. This other guy walked by and told tall, older UPS guy, "Man, just forget it. She's crazy!" And then tall, older UPS guy yelled to me, "Maybe I should just make you one of my hos!" I yelled back, "You're too stupid to have any hos! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT A HO IS!" And I was just burning with adrenaline, ready to chase him out of the parking lot.
Then I got to the car, which was my parents' van, and I got into the passenger seat. My reasoning was that I shouldn't be driving it in the bad weather, so I would just sit in the passenger seat and steer it. Which I did. And then I had to go down this twisty road, and it started to spin out, like that night I was coming home from Kung Fu. Only this time, I did hit the road sign with the tail end of the car. I got out to look at the damage, feeling really bummed for having messed up my parents' car, but there was no damage. So I kept driving.
I ended up at this florist/greenhouse that I like. It was now daytime. I went there to buy a plant, and as I was looking around, I saw Dave Grohl coming towards the greenhouse. I said, "Dave Grohl! Wow! I think I won your song on DDR!" And then I realized that I hadn't just won a hidden song, but a chance to meet the Foo Fighters. Dave Grohl said, "Did you beat DDR?" and I said, "I did! How cool!" He asked me, "Do you have your memory card?" And I told him that I hadn't been using one because I forgot to buy one. Then he told me that in order to win the prize, I had to have saved the game. I said, "Damn!" and walked out of the store.
Then I went to college. My first class was Hawaiian, and I felt fairly confident that I'd do all right in it. Until, that is, I sat down and the teacher introduced himself as this one guy on LJ, that creepy guy I was mentioning last month. Not only that, but on our first day we were having a test on a book that we should have read over the summer just because he thought we would know that he had liked the book. I looked at the person sitting next to me and saw that it was Heywood from GAFF. I asked him, "How the hell were we supposed to read this book over the summer when summer hasn't even come yet? I hate unreasonable people!" And while I was talking, I missed the handout of the test. So I raised my hand and said, "Hey, don't I get to take this test?" Because now I felt like I wanted to, just to show him. I was thinking that my Hawaiian isn't so bad, and I could probably get through at least some of it. So he threw the test to me but wouldn't give me the book, which he had given to everyone else to look things up. I became very indignant and was determined to reply to everything in Hawaiian. But when I opened the booklet I found that it wasn't what I'd had in mind. It was a test of how well we agreed with this guy's opinions. One of the questions I remember was, "White girls dancing Hula: yes or no?" But you couldn't write yes or no, it was multiple choice, and the only choice was "No." Underneath was the question, "What should these bitches be doing instead?" And the only answer avaliable was a picture of a bunch of white ex-Hula dancers in nurses uniforms, scrubbing down naked lepers on a leper colony. I said "To hell with this," and I threw my paper at him and stormed out of the classroom.
And then my alarm clock went off.
I think it's all just because I'm feeling so GRRRR and the only thing I can sometimes think to do is fight about things. Sometimes it feels good to be mad at people. Or maybe it's just me.
Last night, in my boredom, I downloaded a bunch of Nirvana and Alice In Chains videos because I decided I wanted to make a tribute video. The song I picked is one that has a lot of meaning to me, though probably not to anyone else would would like either of these bands. Going through that old footage, though, which I haven't seen in so very many years, just reminded me of how much of a loss both of those boys were. Depressing.
So you know how I was all excited about my banana tree and maypop? Cold hardy and all of that, but probably still a bit delicate? Well I recieved them both today! I mean, really. Last year I bought all of these hardy plants, things I could have planted in early April and stuff, and they didn't send them out until June. This year I get two plants that are usually tropical, and they sent it out to me during an ice storm. Bastards! The ground is going to be frozen for weeks yet, how the hell am I supposed to plant these things? Again I say, GRRR.
I want to smack people. I want a cute guy under my banana tree this summer. I want Peter Returns in my pants. I want a baby. I want the talent to draw what's in my head, or the money to pay people to draw what's in my head. I want to get my book published and everyone to love it so much that they have to make an animated movie of it. I want the Bush Administration to self destruct but not take America or other countries with it. I want to stop being hormonal right now, Pendragon's tail to get better, my family to live forever and my pets too, and for no one to ever get sick or get hurt or go away unless I don't like them. And a million dollars also.
I think that's all fairly reasonable.
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Date: 2005-03-25 03:51 am (UTC)I'll try and send a cute guy out for your banana tree. I'll even remember to poke holes in the box for him, and to ask for a different delivery boy. Good luck with everything this spring, the shepherd (which I would kiss you
I'll try and send a cute guy out for your banana tree. I'll even remember to poke holes in the box for him, and to ask for a different delivery boy. Good luck with everything this spring, the shepherd (which I would kiss you <in a completely nonsexual way of course ;)> for because that dog deserves a home, your book, family, everything.
And your right, it is reasonable. ;D
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Date: 2005-03-25 04:31 am (UTC)I'll try and send a cute guy out for your banana tree. I'll even remember to poke holes in the box for him, and to ask for a different delivery boy.
Or, I could just tell UPS guy, "This guy in this box here? That's my new boyfriend. He's going to kick your ass!" ;)
<i>I'll try and send a cute guy out for your banana tree. I'll even remember to poke holes in the box for him, and to ask for a different delivery boy.</i>
Or, I could just tell UPS guy, "This guy in this box here? That's my new boyfriend. He's going to kick your ass!" ;)
<i> <in a completely nonsexual way of course ;)</i>
Aww, damn. ^_~
Thanks so much for the well-wishes. I know I'm being wangsty, but I think everyone's entitled to a little wangst once in a while. :D
Big mahalos to you.