Something everyone should know about me -- I'm full of quirks. Even at work, I have my quirks... Like ketchup. I always get ketchup somewhere strange, and don't find it until after the shift is over-- after I've changed out of costume. Today, it was in my pocket. I don't remember handling ketchup at all today.
So tonight, I drove home. I parked in my driveway and saw a cat. Still in my usual frilly, colorful-pin-striped costume/dress. I had a hand in my pocket-- fondling dried ketchup. I bent down to pet the cat, it deserved it for being so white and beautiful. There was a kid, with some kind of music device crammed in his ears, walking down the street... Maybe 10 feet from me. He seemed observant, kept looking around and back up and down the street. Like someone was folowing him. He looked at me.
So I bent down to pet the cat, and she was timid. She was nice. And so, I got bored with the cat, decide to go in. I walk around the car, around the bushes, towards the front door of my house. The kid runs up through the grass, all crazy-like, to my front door, looks around, looks at me, looks at me like I'm not supposed to be there. I look at him like he's crazy. Then he talks all crazy-like.
The kid says "Whoah! You freaked me out! I've been seeing things lately... I saw you there, and then you were gone... You freaked me out! I thought you were one of my people."
I say "This is my house." He laughs all crazy-like. Walks back across the grass. Walks down the road again. I just stand there, all freaked out. I wondered if maybe I was just seeing things. It was just that insane of a moment.
And so now, I'm eating apples and thinking about Christian's crazy lizard-face. And Anthony in a prom dress. I work again tomorrow. Ugh. I work a lot this week. Money is good.
And also... Happy Halloween!
Update: I've forgotten to mention that, most importantly today... Bette Midler called my house to seriously urge that I vote Democratic. I found humor in this.
Any Which Way to Smile
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Friday, October 29, 2004
Sigh.
I feel rather overwhelmed lately... A lot of things needing to be done. I need to do them, to satisfy... well, myself.
And certain individuals (i.e. my father) driving me up the wall, trying to rush me to get something done... Blaming me on focusing/dwelling on one subject. Bullshit! Is all I will say to that! I have shitloads on my mind!
I have a month... I know that's not really a long time, but it's still time. Plenty of it. Enough worrying for me. I'm throwing unneeded shit out the window today.
Like money... I wish I could chuck that.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Hobbits DID exist!
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Earlier, I hear Tian bite into an apple, and I ask about the sound. I say "Are you eating apples?" He proceeds to tell me he's bought 27 apples for 3 dollars. I think he's nuts... But I also think he can eat that many apples!
I know I could really go for an apple right now... So much so I'd drive all the way to Super Wal-Mart to buy one. I'd pay 27 dollars for an apple right now. It's 2:19 in the morning.
I must have a sweet tooth or something. It used to be mangoes. Now apples. Apples are my chocolate.
There's been a lack of blogging... A large space in between happenings, and I've lost focus on many things. I can't even concentrate long enough to finish reading a book I'm sincerely intersted in.
Between all the thinking I've been doing... A few things have happened.
Christian came to visit, and it was the longest airport goodbye we've ever had.
The back of my car, my darling, my Scion, was smashed into from the rear, and left to die in a parking lot. I was freaking out about a big dent in the bumper when it mysteriously popped back into place. It wasn't so bad, just barely scathed.
My cell phone was stolen by a Guatemalan junkie. What is that, you may ask? A Guatemalan Junkie is someone addicted to Guatemala and makes 50 phone calls to 5 different international numbers, therefore upping my bill payment to 5 hundred dollars. No biggie, we're not responsible for the payment. Also Houston, they were addicted to Houston.
Yesterday, I talked to the GT at work, a woman that counts all the money for all the food I've sold during that shift. She explained to me, her yeast infection, in full detail. I wasn't disgusted really, just shocked she was being so open about that. She very much likes to follow George Stella's carreer, and asked me if I could get an autograph. I realized through her, how much I am talked about because of Christian and his family. It's really odd, how many people know about the situation, as little as I let go at work. It really is like a grapevine.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
I guess I've been a little hesitant to write for a while... My grandfather has in past, read my blog and every time the mood flashes over to write, I feel this wave of nausea come over me... What if grandpa reads this? My whole family laughs at me, I'm a jokester. And I don't know how to spell that, either.
But who cares, right? I'm going to cuss whether God likes it or not... Because truth be told, God looks over me, maybe, but I, in turn live my own life... Cussing can only affect me, right? Right. Right right right.
For the moment, there is nothing too interesting to outsiders, occuring in my life. Nothing, but traveling back and forth, readjusting to my home, my house, my sheets. And Christian, the same. I feel for him on that one. But happiness is happiness, you'll agree. You will. You have to.
And work. Work is tedious and boring. It always is, and never changes. But it has gotten busier, and with grumpier and cheaper guests. And that only makes work that much greater. I hate serving. It's the only way of income at this point. Tah daaah Oh well.
Update: I have learned recently that kitty litter and old, decrepid carpet that turns berber after ten years, don't mix. Whoever sleeps in that room now, has to deal with the crunch that comes from walking barefoot.
A few things I want to do in the future:
I want to paint and re-do the hallway bathroom. I now get sick when in a room with a ridiculous amount of yellow flowers. Maybe it's the color yellow.
Furniture, I want to paint it. Coffee tables. And I don't know why.
I want to learn Nocturne in E flat on the piano/keyboard.
See snow.
And so, tomorrow, I don't have to work again, and I know damn well none of those things will happen. That doesn't matter. But I forsee some pictures of random objects coming soon.
Friday, October 01, 2004
Today, during our regular Pre-Shift meeting at work, my manager was babbling, and I had a wave of deja-vu about marching band, because my shoulders had pain.
Got an E-mail from my mother, that was originally fowarded from Mr. Steff, my old band director... And it seems Cypress Creek is missing a competition. I've never known them to miss a competition... Seminole Sound Spectacular. And that makes me sad.
Today, I saw a woman punch her husband in the stomach.
Nothing else happened today.
