I got bored at work…
…so I decided to treat myself to some colour at the salon tonight. What’s this thing called money, anyway?
…so I decided to treat myself to some colour at the salon tonight. What’s this thing called money, anyway?
I hit an Xmas tree this morning! It was this old, decrepit thing drifting like a tumbleweed down 220 on my way in. Of course I didn’t see it until a semi was boxing me into the right lane and I had no room to swerve. Helga’s front end is now covered in an array of lovely, lovely scratches. In two months, my car has been hit three times and I’m sure, gone down at least $1000 in value. I’m pretty much ready to just give up on caring about what the car looks like. It’s not worth the trouble because it’s completely out of my control. How am I going to stop idiots in the HUB parking deck or Xmas trees, exactly?
Okay…off to Hannah’s for a film, coffee and scones.
This has actually been an enjoyable break at home for me. I’m not going to repeat what Dusty has posted about right below here, but I will reiterate that last night was a lot of fun. Today, I spent my time helping Jayme & Mike clean out Barbara’s spare bedroom. We dragged everything out into the hallway, organized by crap/not crap and packed up a truckload of junk to take to Clarion to be thrown away/donated. A highlight-worthy conversation:
Jayme: Mom, can we please get rid of this macrame lamp?
Barbara: Jonette made that and I was going to have Chris rewire it.
J: Really?
B: Well…maybe…
J: I’m going to put it in the junk pile.
B: Alright…keep the clay pots, though. They were worth good money.
J: It says $4.99 right here on this one.
Tonight, I walked over to Angela’s after making a slammin’ dinner for my mom upon her arrival. I got Kenny all sexy with Tiger, had cigarettes in the garage with Bill & Kim, played with Cutie and watched The Lizzie McGuire Movie following a game of Old Maid. Yes, with real Old Maid cards.
Despite all the fun and being surrounded by wonderful people, I can’t help but feeling supremely lonely. My first holiday season alone is nowhere near as terrible as I thought it would be, but it’s not easy by any means. 🙁 Just Xmas and my birthday to go and I’ll be in the clear, I suppose.
I got a faulty parachute
I got a stranger’s friend
An exciting change in
My butcher’s blend
A symbol on the ceiling
With the flick of a switch
My new found hero
In the enemy’s ditching
Well somebody’s something was left in the room
And man now that its gone well of course we assume
That somebody else needed something so bad
That they took everything that somebody had
Losing hope is easy
When your only friend is gone
And every time you look around
Well, it all, it all just seems to change
The mark was left
Man it’s never the same
Next time that you shoot
Make sure that you aim
Open windows with passing cars
A brand new night
With the same old stars
Losing hope is easy
When your only friend is gone
And every time you look around
Well, it all, it all just seems to change
Feed the fool
A piece of the pie
Make a fool of his system
Make a fool of his mind
Give him bottles of lies
And maybe he’ll find
His place in heaven
Cause he might just die
Losing hope is easy
When your only friend is gone
And every time you look around
Well, it all, it all just seems to change
But hanging on is easy
When you’ve got a friend to call
When nothing’s making sense at all
You’re not the only one who’s afraid of change
“Losing Hope” by Jack Johnson
Look, if you dare, at this wonder of baking that I produced just this past Saturday. Behold, if your eyes can handle its glory, the tastiest pear pie man will ever see!
It was rated as magnificently delicious by all of the Thxgiving* dinner guests at Gail & Ann’s this evening. And it only took two hours to bake in my oven from hell. The perfect compliment to the narcotic that is turkeystuffingmashedpotatoesgreenbeanssweetpotatocasserolecornbread.
*Dusty was here
I read the 1979 Sears WishBook!
Beat that.
In other news: I am so ready to pack up Ms. Helga and take a break. Thanksgiving is much-needed this year, if for nothing other than a complete collapse into my family. I’m certifiably exhausted from keeping myself moving from day to day. So, come Wednesday at 5:00, I’ll be skipping down Burrowes, boarding the Blue Loop, grabbing my car, stopping by my humble flat to pick up Ms. Lola and driving as fast as possible away from all that is Centre County. 🙂
…that you are depressed when The Abyss makes you cry.
Where are my purple aliens to take me away?
Well, it only took her a full two weeks to get acquainted and comfortable, but world, I give you Lola!
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I feel like. I’m five. different. people.
Today was one of those days. I was so busy with work crap. “Operation Banner Burned Down” will remain classified, but I can confirm that “the lipgloss is in the sequined clutch” for those of you in the know. I think Denise liked her little teapot-thank you gift and I have seen the Studio iMac with my own eyes, so it’s actually, truly real. Anyway, hour 7 of this 12 hour day is nigh and I’m beginning to fade, just a little.
Maybe if I weren’t absolutely famished. Why didn’t I pack a dinner? Why?
A conversation with Denise that had me giggling all the way up here this evening:
Me, entering hallway, exiting office: “Oh, hey Denise…I’m heading out.”
Denise, very seriously: “Okay…I need to talk to you about something.”
Me: “Oh?”
Denise, coming close: “Yeah.”
Denise: “Can you open this bottle of water?”
Me, chuckling: “God dammit, I hate you.”
Right! The Evening with Poe (or somesuch) in Elizabethtown. It was great. The mansion, our setting for the evening, was circa 1700 and filled with all kinds of great, ghoulish decorations. There were probably six players, all in character, who greeted us and kept us entertained throughout the evening. There was a reading of “The Tell-tale Heart,” “The Black Cat” and “The Raven” and enough riesling to make me feel nice and warmly cozy. Okay, I was tipsy. Nicole had a crush on Lord Byron. I flirted (alternately) with Becky and Anthony later, at Linden Diner.
*swell*
Okay, back to shooting students…er…working in the studio cube. Coffee with Hannah later.
