Tuesday, September 28, 2004
so it wasn't a spider. it was just a regular old mosquito. or some sort of other "regular" bug that i can't see. and now it's not just one bite, but a LOT. this is what happens when you lock yourself out of your apartment for 5 hours around dusk. holy crap it SUCKED.
at first i try to keep myself occupied with my cell phone- the reason i went outside in the first place cuz reception in the apt. isn't all that great. then i realize, okay, i'm locked out. no big deal- i have roommates who will come home eventually and in the meantime i have my cell phone (but NOTHING else...well, shoes.) but melissa wasn't home, manne didn't answer, johnny was scanning, and i had just worn tiff's ear off earlier that day, and i don't have enough battery for keith. so i take a walk. i am actually hoping that a girl i knew in college who is rumored to live in the area will happen to drive by and happen to recognize me, and oh, just happen to invite me inside. i even have visions of ice cream. but no such luck. so 1 hour later, same deal. i see an old man neighbor walking to his apt. and ask for a number i can call for help. they tell me $80, and of course if i had said yes, my roommate would have pulled up within minutes. but i chose no, which equals 5 sweet hours of wait time.
so 2 hours later i am crouched in front of my apt. near a bush. i am wearing all black and prolly seem shady. i can see a guy in a neighboring apt. checking me out from time to time from behind his curtains. i am actually hoping he calls the police to report me so i can win them over with my irresistible charm and have them let me in. guess i wasn't weird enough though.
at hour 3, guy walking by tells me he can fix my car up "real nice." he must've said real nice a million times. so i asked him what car he was talking about and he actually pointed to mine and told me specific things he wanted to do to it. i had never seen this guy before. a little unnerving. then lady who is getting car fixed by said car stalker comes over to say hi and says she can also break into apts. i ask her to demonstrate her talent, but alas, i have a good lock. yay, i'm thrilled.
at hour 4, old man comes out to check on me, and invites me in. i can take it no longer, so i gratefully accept his offer. it starts off all well and good- what a nice old man. but he has lived 55 years more than me, and has THAT many more stories to tell. and i don't want to hear about nice old man's scandalous affair and other shady dealings while i pretend to be all cool and at home instead of praying for henrietta to hurry the hell up and get home already.
hour 5- i am falling asleep after looking at the last piece of army regalia i can manage, when the doorbell rings. hurray- it's henrietta to the rescue!
at first i try to keep myself occupied with my cell phone- the reason i went outside in the first place cuz reception in the apt. isn't all that great. then i realize, okay, i'm locked out. no big deal- i have roommates who will come home eventually and in the meantime i have my cell phone (but NOTHING else...well, shoes.) but melissa wasn't home, manne didn't answer, johnny was scanning, and i had just worn tiff's ear off earlier that day, and i don't have enough battery for keith. so i take a walk. i am actually hoping that a girl i knew in college who is rumored to live in the area will happen to drive by and happen to recognize me, and oh, just happen to invite me inside. i even have visions of ice cream. but no such luck. so 1 hour later, same deal. i see an old man neighbor walking to his apt. and ask for a number i can call for help. they tell me $80, and of course if i had said yes, my roommate would have pulled up within minutes. but i chose no, which equals 5 sweet hours of wait time.
so 2 hours later i am crouched in front of my apt. near a bush. i am wearing all black and prolly seem shady. i can see a guy in a neighboring apt. checking me out from time to time from behind his curtains. i am actually hoping he calls the police to report me so i can win them over with my irresistible charm and have them let me in. guess i wasn't weird enough though.
at hour 3, guy walking by tells me he can fix my car up "real nice." he must've said real nice a million times. so i asked him what car he was talking about and he actually pointed to mine and told me specific things he wanted to do to it. i had never seen this guy before. a little unnerving. then lady who is getting car fixed by said car stalker comes over to say hi and says she can also break into apts. i ask her to demonstrate her talent, but alas, i have a good lock. yay, i'm thrilled.
at hour 4, old man comes out to check on me, and invites me in. i can take it no longer, so i gratefully accept his offer. it starts off all well and good- what a nice old man. but he has lived 55 years more than me, and has THAT many more stories to tell. and i don't want to hear about nice old man's scandalous affair and other shady dealings while i pretend to be all cool and at home instead of praying for henrietta to hurry the hell up and get home already.
hour 5- i am falling asleep after looking at the last piece of army regalia i can manage, when the doorbell rings. hurray- it's henrietta to the rescue!
Saturday, September 25, 2004
who are y'all talking to on your cell phones all the time? EVERYWHERE. i feel like i am the only one in my car, at the mall, or in the supermarket who is not chatting with someone. what do you guys talk about? how do you have so many friends? and how do you have so many day minutes?
Friday, September 24, 2004
as a fitness professional (HA!) i often enjoy physiological experiments. today the experiment was a risky one: no caffeine. it wasn't on purpose really, i just can't find my travel mug and didn't have any money for starbucks. by 10 a.m. i was already exhausted. this is not an exaggeration. i'm not sure if maybe it's just because it's friday?
my other physically challenging experiments of late have been: eating a pint of ice cream everyday, seeing how long my feet can survive high heels before the mutilation becomes permanent, and watching 5 hours of television a day. so far i'm holding up physically, but mentally i'm definitely not at peak performance. i'm not really sure i even have a mental peak anymore- think it may have eroded away into a gently sloping hill. this is NOT good when taking on a battle of wits against 25 smart-ass ninth graders. especially in my highly unstable decaffeinated state.
my other physically challenging experiments of late have been: eating a pint of ice cream everyday, seeing how long my feet can survive high heels before the mutilation becomes permanent, and watching 5 hours of television a day. so far i'm holding up physically, but mentally i'm definitely not at peak performance. i'm not really sure i even have a mental peak anymore- think it may have eroded away into a gently sloping hill. this is NOT good when taking on a battle of wits against 25 smart-ass ninth graders. especially in my highly unstable decaffeinated state.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
my day's musings (which suck because i have no muse):
what a schoolgirl crush i have lately. seriously, something's gotta keep you going in the morning when there is no time for starbucks because you tore your room apart searching for clean clothes and then had to put it back together again in order to find your keys. (not that that ACTUALLY happens to me.) i always use my orange soda (my high school code word for "crush" because i am just that clever) as a fun little picker-upper, but now i actually have a responsibility to accompany it. a damn near impossible responsibility. damn it. there goes the damn neighborhood.
french sucks. i got all excited that i was going to learn french because i am the only person at my job that can't speak 3 languages. i should have remembered why i had no interest in taking french in high school- it is for losers. okay, if you took french, then you are the exception, but think about your class as a whole. then compare it to the spanish class that was next door. the spanish class was way cooler, right? tell me if i'm wrong, because i am about to start stating it as fact. so i go to french class- the teacher has no book but takes a book from someone in the class; then we do every freaking ridiculous exercise from page to page even though there is NO NEED for me to be asking the strange next to me "quel age a ta tante?" not once, but like 6 retarded times (i didn't know i could still use retarded until john stewart used it in the drew barrymore voting documentary and it was wicked funny); then we practice pronunciation of half the words by making weirdo faces (i don't mean like half of the list, i mean like half of the actual word cuz apparently the last half of the word in french is only there to decorate the paper); and finally every single person in the class lists the days of the week aloud, one by one, and even by the twelfth person, native spanish-speaking chilean lady has to try 3 times before she gets the almost-the-same french days of the week right. INFURIATING. so tonight i'm going to try italian instead. i think if we had had an italian class, cool kids would have been in there too. right, because i am soooooo cool like that.
i have internet in casa! that's right. i am a card carrying member of the wonderful wireless world. they really do give you a card. so now i can read all the email that parents want to send me about how it is my fault that their kid can't count to ten in Spanish. yippee! or maybe i'll just go eat me some ice cream instead...
what a schoolgirl crush i have lately. seriously, something's gotta keep you going in the morning when there is no time for starbucks because you tore your room apart searching for clean clothes and then had to put it back together again in order to find your keys. (not that that ACTUALLY happens to me.) i always use my orange soda (my high school code word for "crush" because i am just that clever) as a fun little picker-upper, but now i actually have a responsibility to accompany it. a damn near impossible responsibility. damn it. there goes the damn neighborhood.
french sucks. i got all excited that i was going to learn french because i am the only person at my job that can't speak 3 languages. i should have remembered why i had no interest in taking french in high school- it is for losers. okay, if you took french, then you are the exception, but think about your class as a whole. then compare it to the spanish class that was next door. the spanish class was way cooler, right? tell me if i'm wrong, because i am about to start stating it as fact. so i go to french class- the teacher has no book but takes a book from someone in the class; then we do every freaking ridiculous exercise from page to page even though there is NO NEED for me to be asking the strange next to me "quel age a ta tante?" not once, but like 6 retarded times (i didn't know i could still use retarded until john stewart used it in the drew barrymore voting documentary and it was wicked funny); then we practice pronunciation of half the words by making weirdo faces (i don't mean like half of the list, i mean like half of the actual word cuz apparently the last half of the word in french is only there to decorate the paper); and finally every single person in the class lists the days of the week aloud, one by one, and even by the twelfth person, native spanish-speaking chilean lady has to try 3 times before she gets the almost-the-same french days of the week right. INFURIATING. so tonight i'm going to try italian instead. i think if we had had an italian class, cool kids would have been in there too. right, because i am soooooo cool like that.
i have internet in casa! that's right. i am a card carrying member of the wonderful wireless world. they really do give you a card. so now i can read all the email that parents want to send me about how it is my fault that their kid can't count to ten in Spanish. yippee! or maybe i'll just go eat me some ice cream instead...
Thursday, September 16, 2004
first he told me to "watch my mouth." are you f*ing serious? then he says he believes in free speech. HA!
next he says he's a bush supporter- not to be confused with a kerry-hater, but an actual bush supporter. rrrgh... (only christina can defend this ideology to me.)
then he called my last boyfriend a "youngin'" when his own girlfriend is even younger.
right, after that he wants to talk SAT scores. how old are we? do you have to keep talking about your IB high school classes?
and last, but no less awful, he says "piana" instead of "piano" and i can't even think of the other really bad one but i will put it in here as soon as i do. trust me, it's gross.
aren't i such a tolerant, open-minded person?
p.s. L'shana tova (i think this means "no school")
p.p.s. I LOVE USHER!
next he says he's a bush supporter- not to be confused with a kerry-hater, but an actual bush supporter. rrrgh... (only christina can defend this ideology to me.)
then he called my last boyfriend a "youngin'" when his own girlfriend is even younger.
right, after that he wants to talk SAT scores. how old are we? do you have to keep talking about your IB high school classes?
and last, but no less awful, he says "piana" instead of "piano" and i can't even think of the other really bad one but i will put it in here as soon as i do. trust me, it's gross.
aren't i such a tolerant, open-minded person?
p.s. L'shana tova (i think this means "no school")
p.p.s. I LOVE USHER!
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
well, it looks like i'm going to have to create a new blurb. i've put myself right in the center of responsibility city, otherwise known as the outskirts of bethesda, maryland. i've traded in my flea-infested mattress on the floor for one with a lone spider that loves my flesh. definitely an upgrade.
guess i'm gonna play teacher for awhile. here's the deal: i had to decide what to do with myself and the school year was starting. on a whim, i drove down here, literally interviewing on the way down (thanks to mama's cell), and had a day to decide whether to work here, in PG, in Spain, or in RI. so basically i sold out. and apparently i'm cheap.
i missed things about the city. like, um, i dunno...people? yeah, people actually live here. and this morning, my Junkies were praising my Red Sox. what a perfect start to the day! anyway, it's nice to be back!
guess i'm gonna play teacher for awhile. here's the deal: i had to decide what to do with myself and the school year was starting. on a whim, i drove down here, literally interviewing on the way down (thanks to mama's cell), and had a day to decide whether to work here, in PG, in Spain, or in RI. so basically i sold out. and apparently i'm cheap.
i missed things about the city. like, um, i dunno...people? yeah, people actually live here. and this morning, my Junkies were praising my Red Sox. what a perfect start to the day! anyway, it's nice to be back!
